Faerytale

Lore (tag: Faerylore) World: Deals [Deals Saga Pt.1] World: Seelie/Unseelie Facts Holidays: April Fools

Story A Gate Between

Independence

A moment of Reflection

The Shopping Trip

Fire and Whiskey (+Bonus )

Promises and Tokens Pumpkin

Extras Headache Roommates Kiwi Kisses [Deals Saga Pt.2] What Sans Wants [Deals Saga Pt.3] Stuff Honeymoon?

Frisk had been nervous, but so far everything seemed to be going surprisingly well.

When Sans had suggested taking their daughter to the human world for the first time Frisk's heart had nearly stopped. Not only had she been worried the young girl wasn't ready to travel—let alone to another realm—but Frisk had had a nightmare. Locked closets and yelling, sharp burns and foul names spat from putrid tongues. The scorn Elys might face due to her unique appearance, white hair, what if she was accused of being a witch? Frisk had tried not to let the worry get to her, she knew it was all part of her anxiety and trauma.

But this was her daughter.

Her baby.

Sans of course had seen right through her. He'd noticed right away the twitchiness, how her eyes narrowed further and squinted as if in direct sunlight, and the way she'd started fussing with their child's hair; combing it through with her fingers and flattening it down despite the little girl's protests.

It'd taken some prodding but eventually he'd been able to sequester her to their bedroom and listened just as he always did to her concerns. He'd been very reassuring, loving, attentive. Sans had even gone so far as to compromise by making a trip to her village as a starting point rather than someplace completely unknown.

It had helped.

And now that Frisk stood thigh to shoulder with her invisible spouse she found herself not as nearly on the brink of a panic attack as she'd been earlier that day. Elys was enjoying herself, asking questions about her mother's village that brought a smile to Frisk's face as she ran between food carts and shop windows, a hummingbird discovering its first garden beneath the illuminating lantern lights.

Frisk's eyes still darted too and fro when a stranger drew too close, but otherwise she was okay.

She was fine.

"frisk. you're chewing your lip again." She jolted, caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

Sans smiled softly as he placed a hand on the swell of her hip and guided her towards an apple cart nearby. His wife was handling this excursion really well, but at the same time he wondered if maybe Frisk could use a few more outings from the seelie realm herself. She was clearly nervous about being back after so many years having never visited, a stranger in familiar land.

He pointed at the man running the cart.

"remember him?"

The guy was five four, had an obvious hunch in his back and thick unruly white hair that flared out like cotton. All she had to do was picture it colored brown and the man standing slightly straighter and recognition instantly came into her eyes. Frisk blinked and grinned.

"Oh wow! He's still selling apples?"

The man had to be at least ninety years old now. She could still remember the shock and disbelief that had been on old man McGregor's face when one of the apples she'd purchased had vanished into thin air. It had been one of Frisk's favorite memories in the years Sans and her had been separated. She could still recall how the man had eyed her suspiciously each day after that, searching for clues or hints that he hadn't imagined what had happened.

Frisk chuckled. "Would you like another apple?"

"two." Sans smirked.

She raised a brow but didn't question him as she approached the cart, casting a cursory glance back to check on Elys before smiling happily at McGregor.

"Hello!"

McGregor blinked and then squinted before finally grinning. "Frisk?"

She nodded and held up four fingers. "Four please."

"I haven't seen you in a long time! Heard a rumor that the fae carried you away." He commented as he gathered the apples for her. Frisk pressed her lips together to resist laughing at just how true that rumor was.

"I met someone." She said instead.

It was surprising he didn't bring up the incident from before, but then again maybe he'd written it off as a daydream or hay fever. She understood, it was better than to have the villagers thinking him a loon. Still it would've been fun to reminisce on it together. McGregor had always been a kind heart.

He raised a brow as he traded coins with her, brows furrowed in concentration as he counted. "Well that's good to hear! A man from another village?"

"Something like that." Frisk hummed as she took the coins and the two apples Sans had requested and passed them to him.

McGregor's eyes shot wide, his thick white busy brows nearly shooting to his hairline as they revealed two startled brown iris staring at the floating fruit. Sans chuckled as he began to juggle them, watching gleefully as McGregor's mouth fell open and he raised a trembling hand to point at him. But more rewarding than that was Frisk, who hid an ear to ear grin behind her hand as her shoulders shook with repressed laughter.

"What—" Before the old timer could finish his sentence Sans tossed them both into the air and flipped open his pouch, winking smugly as they landed perfectly within its confines before being snapped shut.

McGregor was silent. Looked about to have an aneurism as he glanced to Frisk pale as a ghost. "D-did you see that?!"

"See what?" Elys asked, startling the man further and making him nearly fly out of his skin. Sans snorted as the guy peered at Elys dumbstruck.

"W-white hair—!?"

Frisk admittedly was enjoying herself but the last thing she wanted was a scene being caused. Elys didn't have the gift of invisibility like her father and uncle had, even in darkness the shade of her locks stood out like an ember. Placing hands on the back of both her daughter and husband's heads she led them away with a thank you called back over her shoulder.

Poor man was probably going to spend the rest of his days hooked on what had just transpired.

Sans on the other hand was smiling wide, happy to see Frisk was finally loosening up and more at ease at having found a face she recognized. She just needed a good distraction, well a talk more like but they could have that at home, no what she needed was not to focus on the negative right now. He directed his attention to Elys.

"having fun kiddo?" He asked as she accepted her apple and bit into it.

"Yep~"

That tone.

Sans and Frisk both stopped and looked at her.

"What did you do?" Frisk asked hesitantly.

There was a sudden shout, and all three turned to see one of the laundry houses had erupted with foam and soap pouring out of the doorway and windows. The three of them stared as an enraged hefty amazon looking woman came charging out drenched in the stuff and looking ready for battle, the soap coating her brows and chin in a mockery of facial hair nothing in lieu of the vengeance promised in her fisted hands and raised shoulders.

"...think it's time to go home." Sans muttered.

"Yep!" Frisk squeaked as she rushed the three of them towards the village exit with Elys' laughter filling the air.

The trip was cut short, but Frisk ended up thinking how taking her daughter out wasn't as bad as she'd thought it'd be. Maybe in time, she'd be able to handle going places entirely new with her family in tow.

She looked down at her currently tiny husband, one of his hands in Elys and the other in hers. His gaze flickered up in perfect sync and locked as his grin hitched in the corner. Her chest filled with warmth and his eyelights felt as if they encapsulated her heart in comfort and contentment, just like when she'd first met him.

Yes…