A/N: Welcome to my new story! This is one that is very near and dear to my heart. I have a lot of it written already. I hope to update about once a week, so we'll see how that goes.
A few little things to start out with, for those of you who read the author's notes: This story takes place in a completely different AU in which there was no Underground. Monsters were never trapped. The prologue will give you the background you need, and Ch1 will set up a bit more info, including Sans and Frisk meeting.
Second: This is a slow burner. For those of you who want sexin' up front, perhaps check out my other story, Anatomy? It's just a 3-parter, and I'm totally, shamelessly self-promoting.
Third: Love, in this story, does not mean Level of Violence. It just means love.
Fourth, and final: This story is rated M for a few reasons. I really enjoy the idea of bad-mouthed guys, so Sans doesn't shy away from potty talk. There's language, violence, some minor gore, mentions of rape, and consensual sex. The gore and rape appear in the same chapter, and I'll put a nice, heavy warning on that one for the triggered souls and squeamish stomachs out there. PTA Sans also rears his ugly (beautiful?) head because my daughter inspired me to do so. I'm not sorry.
With that, thank you for giving this story a chance. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I'm on Twitter; sheewolf85 - come chat!
LOVE AND MONSTERS
PROLOGUE
"Tell me again, Mommy!" the little girl begged excitedly. Her eyes were wide with hopeful anticipation of hearing her most beloved story yet again. In her opinion, nobody told it better than her mother.
Tori laughed. "Oh, Frisk. You've heard it a million times already—and that's just this week!" She nudged the little girl, pushing her gently toward her bed. "Don't you want to hear a different story? What if I were to read a book instead?"
Frisk scrunched up her nose. "No books. I want your story."
Tori smiled. "It's not my story, swee—"
"I know, I know," Frisk moaned. "It's Queen Toriel's story. But you were named after her, so it's kinda your story, too. Please, Mommy!" She clutched her blankets to her chin and looked at her mother with wide, pleading eyes.
Tori would never understand why this story was Frisk's favorite. It wasn't the unhappy ending or the suffering that the royal family went through; it was the history. Even knowing that, there were so many other, happier, stories that could be told.
"Pretty please? With whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top? You don't like cherries, but you like the other stuff."
Tori smirked and broke, as she usually did. "All right, Frisk. But only once tonight."
Frisk pouted but took the deal. "Okay."
Tori tucked her daughter in a little tighter before leaning back in the chair beside the bed.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful and gracious queen named Toriel. Together with her husband, Asgore, they ruled over all the Monster races for thousands of years. Now remember, monsters can live for a very long time, but none quite as long as royalty. Humans have called these royal monsters Boss Monsters. Toriel and Asgore were the last of their kind, but they had a child whom they named Asriel."
"Like 'Toriel' and 'Asgore' together!" Frisk piped in.
Tori giggled. "Yes, just like that. Now you need to hush, sweetie. It's bedtime. Just listen and go to sleep."
Frisk nodded and yawned before snuggling herself deeper into the covers. She closed her eyes and listened to her mother's soothing voice.
"In their Royal Guard were monsters with such powerful magic they could create weapons out of thin air. They used this strong magic for nothing more than protecting the royal family. However, humans were afraid. They feared this magic and what the Boss Monsters themselves were capable of. In order to prevent any possibility of monsters taking over the world, a human named Chara started a war. It became known as The Great War, as it raged on for decades.
"When Prince Asriel was forty years old—remember he would only have been around eight years old, like you, in human years—he was kidnapped! He hadn't learned how to use his Boss powers yet, so he had no way to fight back. Queen Toriel swore that she would bring Humanity down to find her son, but she soon realized that she couldn't hurt innocent humans just because of what a handful humans had done to her. She and Asgore tried so hard to find their son, but they soon got word that he had been killed."
She stopped for a moment to look at her daughter.
"Keep going," Frisk yawned.
Tori smirked to herself. "The royal couple couldn't live without their son. They went into hiding, and it was said by all of Monster kind that they died.
"Humans did what humans do best—they captured the monsters. They killed off the ones with magic and made the rest slaves and did horrible things to them. Until—until a few too many monsters had had enough."
This was Frisk's favorite part. She held her breath and waited.
"A handful of monsters started the rebellion with only simple acts of mutiny. It escalated into a brand-new war, one that proved that monsters were strong even without magic. Fear had kept them down for long enough, and they were sick of it. The war lasted for only one year. Many monsters had hoped the royal family would come back, but they did not. They realized that they couldn't rely on a single family to protect all monsters, so they had to do it themselves.
"That war ended nearly fifty years ago. Today, monsters walk freely amongst humans, enjoying most of the rights that we do. There are still some humans that fear monsters will try to rise up again, although I don't understand why. They just wanted freedom and to be left alone. Our job, as decent human beings, is to treat them the way we would want to be treated by anyone else. We stand up for their rights, we protect them as we would protect our own. Just because they're different doesn't mean they're bad."
Tori leaned over and kissed Frisk's head.
"And soon, we'll all live happily ever after. I love you, sweetie."
Frisk nodded, already half asleep.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Reviews are lovely.