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darkpetal16 · 2 months ago

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So we've got mafiafell wingding and papyrus headcanons, but what about mafiafell sans? Even a crumb would be very appreciated

Oh man. I put these HC undercut for 1.) T/W for toxic relationship and 2.) Spoilers for one of his bad endings in the game.

Mafiafell!Sans is a hot mess and puts the yan in yandere.

Ooooo boy. He’s a walking, talking red flag.

He’s a Judge: a monster born with the Judgment ability. His magic is toxic to anyone with EXP or LVL (including himself, although he has built up resistance) and he can see the truth of anyone’s SOUL.

His ability awakened at a young age in an unexpected outburst that resulted in the death of one of Asgore’s Royal Guards. By consequence, in order to avoid execution, he had to become the newest Judge.

He, essentially, became a glorified hitman for the Dreemur family at a young age, with the added bonus of each of his kills causing magic whiplash and damaging himself in the process.

He’s seen a lot of awful things, and done a lot worse things.

It. . . Doesn’t sit well with him.

He never wanted to take a life. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

But he had that choice taken away from him, and now he’s in too deep. The EXP, in conjunction with his Judgment ability, has warped him in a deeply disturbing way.

He’s volatile, violent, and viscous. And bitter. So, very, very bitter.

He’s got a short temper, but how he acts on it depends on the severity of his rage. For “smaller” issues, it’s an instantaneous reaction of violence. For the big issues, it’s something he’ll stew over and take his time to seek retribution. Basically: If he gets loud fast, the person will probably make it out alive. If he gets quiet though? They’re dead. And they’re not dying easily.

His volatility is a big reason why he always has Papyrus or Wingding nearby for important events.

This does mean that early in the relationship, when none of them know how well he can control himself around you, all of your dates will be secretly chaperoned by either Wings or Pap. You’ll likely never see them, but they’re there for your (physical) wellbeing and Sans’ (mental) wellbeing.

After a lifetime of absolute garbage thrown his way, you are a desperately needed breath of fresh air. He was drowning in misery and you’re the lifeline thrown to him. He will latch on with a zealous fervor.

Any bit of happiness and affection you give him, he’ll greedily devour. The more you give, the more he’ll come to need you until he literally will not tolerate you out of his life.

So do not commit, do not engage, do not give this man any type of hope for a relationship unless you’re ready for that level of emotional dependency. Breaking it off once it’s too late won’t end well for either of you. Because he’s type who can love a doll as much as the real deal.

But if that’s your thing too? If this is what you need too. . . ?

He’s your guy. Loyal. Ferociously loyal. Would fight an army for you. Would go to war for you. Would break any law for you. He supports your wrongs and your rights equally, as long as he gets to be by your side in the process.

He didn’t have money growing up (all money earned had to go into paying back his “debt” to the Dreemur family), so now that he has it he likes to spend it. Especially on loved ones (you & his brothers). Shopping trips are a bi weekly thing, and they always end in a fancy dinner date.

He wants to travel the world, and he’ll gleefully take you with him. He wants to visit a place that’s always dark, and someplace where the sun never sets. He wants to see the auroras, and an endless sea of sand.

He’s always wanted to go to school to learn. Always wanted to learn physics, mechanical engineering, and astronomy. Never could, and he thinks it’s too late now. He’ll always brush it off if you try to encourage him.

But if you take him to college lectures on the stuff, he’s like a kid in a candy shop. You’ll see a glimpse of what he was like before he became a Judge; a childlike level of sincere happiness, and a small smile on his face.

Dates are extravagant. He knows he’s fucked in the head so he’s hoping to keep your attention by impressing you. Maybe if you’re wowed enough you’ll forgive his cracks.

Speaking of cracks, he’s got the most broken bones in the family. Most of the time, Wings or Toriel can heal such injuries but ones caused by his Judge ability don’t heal.

If you ask about them he’ll give you increasingly crazier stories. Anything is better than the truth.

Speaking of stories, he loves to tell them and loves to listen. If you’d like to read, he would genuinely love it if you read him. It doesn’t matter the genre, he just enjoys them with a pure sincerity.

And if you want him to read to you? That’s fine by him. Although you’ll probably have to pick out the books… And forgive him when he stumbles on words. He didn’t have a proper education growing up. What he knows is what Wings has been able to teach him in their very limited free time.

He can sing! Specifically lullabies, because that was the only thing that could sue Papyrus when he was a toddler. It’s not something he likes others to know, however, he’ll make the exception for you.

He can also cook. Very well. He learned along side Papyrus as something for the two of them to do together. He didn’t have a lot of free time and he didn’t want Papyrus to feel lonely, so he would learn how to cook with him.

Very good at reading people. Even without his judge ability, he’s an expert at reading, micro expressions, understanding someone’s tone, and interpreting body language. His intuition is above reproach, even Asgore trusts it.

He learned sign language when Wings lost his voice for a few months. Sans thought it would be come permanently so he stayed up late to learn it and be ready to teach it to Wings. Thankfully, Wings recovered so it’s been a rarely used skill.

Quality time is important to him. If you have something important in your life that you want him to attend, absolutely nothing will stop him from being there.

Don’t try to get him jealous. Not only will your suitor be killed, but if he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, he won’t let it go. He won’t lay a hand on you. . . he doesn’t have to to discourage you from ever thinking about doing that again.

He’s a hot mess. There’s no getting around this. There is no therapy in his time, and the toxic masculinity expected of him will prevent him from ever admitting his emotional vulnerabilities in any way that matters.

He’ll be tender for you. He’ll be soft for you. He’ll be kinder around you. He won’t raise his voice. He won’t lay a hand on you. He’ll support your dreams, financially and emotionally. He’ll start with you if you want.

But that’s the extent of what he can do for now, and for a long times

And that’s the best he can do.

PLAY IF - MAFIAFELL HERE FOR HIS ROUTE

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#hc #undertale #undertale au #interactive fiction #sans #x reader #x you #mafiafell #mafiafell sans

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radskull-69 · 4 months ago

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I just came up with the best angsty yet dark idea for a mafiafell sans x reader ARGHHHHH

this is kinda dark, and idk much about lobotomy. The times are set to the 1940s obviously, THIS IS NOT ROMANTICISING ANYTHING YOU SEE HERE!

Trigger warning! Lobotomy? Idk, shits fucked UP

reader is already married to a man who works under sans, reader only meets sans through the work parties sans throws as their husband’s plus one.

sans has strong feelings for reader but doesn’t say anything even if he’s extremely envious of their husband, he wishes it was him who could hold you and kiss you..

it’d be one sided at first, sans slowly opening up to reader and dropping down his walls as he falls for reader more and more while reader realises that maybe their husband isn’t as great a man as they believed when they married him

reader gets in a big fight with their husband, unbeknownst to sans as he gets ready to tell reader his feelings even if she’s already married.. he can feel something there!

if only he knew that that one big fight you had with your husband was the straw that broke the camels back for him.

Sans hosted another party at his mansion, looking around for you amongst the guests but you’re nowhere to be found. He stormed to your husband and rudely asked where you were, when he was told you were in the garden outside he ignored your husbands attempts at conversation.

he saw your back facing him as you sat on the stone bench, facing the water fountain they set up years back. He couldn’t hide the grin he had as he walked over, nerves biting at his bones

when he walked to sit next to you and finally saw that face he fell in love with he felt his soul stop. Noticing the stitch on the side of you’re forehead before you slowly turned to look up at him with this.. dead look in your eyes, a look he only saw when he watched the life leave the eyes of punks who crossed sans.

you smiled up at him, in a daze as you sat still. Sans hands gripped into tight fists before he unclenched them to shakily cup your head so gently

“Oh doll… what ave’ they done to ya…?”

if sans had known just how dangerous your marriage with that bastard of a husband you were changed to was he’d have never hired him, he’d kill him.. he’ll kill him-

sans wrapped his arms around you, you just made a confused sound but let it happen.

sans always called you a doll, doll face, so many petty pet names.. but right now he just wanted to call you y/n and have you act like it….

not like a mindless doll.

#idk if I’m gonna get flamed for having this idea #But I got inspired by bojack horseman #when his grandma got lobotomised?#I haven’t watched the show #lobotomy honestly freaks me OUT #Sans #undertale #mafiafell sans #Mafiafell sans x reader #Idea #rad writes

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dragonridernoobie · 10 months ago

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How horrorSans acts when they meet somone they like/love.

Request are open still!!!

💫Friend Faze💫

Ok, first thing first. This man is HUGE!! Like, a full 9ft tall. It's because of his head injury that when his skull broken his magic went crazy.

How you guys met was funny.

You met him when his brother papyrus brought you to his house when you guys met.

He was quite when you guys met.

You still talked to him tho, and didn't mind the fact that he was quite.

Unknown to you, he actually appreciates that you don't care about his quite.

When you guys start to hang out more, and more, I can imagine him starting to talk, but slowly.

You found out he purred when you fed him some food.

I can imagine him getting VERY protective of you, because you are really his first friend and he wants you to be safe.

Say goodbye to creeps and assholes, he just has to stand behind you and people fuck off.

He makes sure you always have food, since he was living in a hell hole before he came to the service.

💘Crush Faze💘

He realized he had a crush on you when he noticed how he seems more protective, comfortable, and was getting this weird feeling in his chest.

He was so confused so he went to his friend to ask what was wrong.

Pretty much, he confessed his feelings to you, not knowing what he did.

When you explained and you told him you return his feelings, he was happy

Now, this is where I say he Is the only sans that has HEAVY instincts. Since his head injury and the starvation of the underground made him this way.

So when he thought of having a girlfrind/boyfriend. His mind went to 'He has found a mate!!' (Woot woot)

He will tell his brother and he would be so happy for him.

Don't expect him to tell anyone since papyrus is the only person he still talks to from the underground.

💞Dating Faze💞

Expect this man to be with you 24/7.

He wants his mate to be safe.

He will make sure you have everything, to the point it dose get annoying.

Like, you would say 'man I'm cold' and boom. Huge ass jacket on you.

He will always feed you food, making sure you are NEVER hungry. To the point if you say that you are hungry for a snack, he will make you a full corse meal.

THIS MAN IS TOUCHED STARVE!!!

Expect alot of cuddles and purring.

He is a purr machine.

He WILL kill anyone that even dares to be mean or hit on you.

He loves his cuddle sessions.

His purring always makes you calm.

He loves how you rub his head slowly when he snuggles with you.

While you cuddle, you disappear because of how big he is.

🚫NSFW Faze🚫

Ok, like I said this dude is heavy with instincts.

So expect him to always make you comfortable.

This man is horny but not that much.

Tho, if you rile him up, expect not to walk through next day.

This man is packing a whole foot long DICK.

His knots are so fucking painful but he makes sure you orgasm at lest 3-6 times before he dicks ya. To make sure you aren't in pain.

His heats are fucking crazy, like you aren't leaving for so long.

He will make a nest, smother you in his scent, and will growl at anyone who gets near you.

He is extra touchy during heat.

He dosent have very much kinks but he dose have a few.

Biting, breeding, marking, edging, scent marking?????

#horror papyrus #horrortale sans #horrortale

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sillyguy99 · 8 months ago

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There is no fear in love

(Mafiafell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: Habitual Introduction

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An elderly nun – likely in her seventies – sets a cake decorated with white icing and colourful, round sprinkles on the coffee table. Her habit seems a size too big, and her hand shakes as she grabs a knife. A few silver hairs have escaped her veil, falling flat on her forehead, and her brown skin shows a couple of darker spots across her exposed arms, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She makes each cut slow and precise, and once she's done, she takes a seat. Brown eyes stare directly at him while another nun busies herself with serving the slices.

“Well, isn't this perfect timing?” Sister Theresa – the one responsible for baking and cutting the cake – says, wrinkles showing near her eyes and mouth as she smiles at Frisk's mother. “You introduce us to a new friend… Right on your thirty-secondth birthday!” She then looks back at him. “What is your name, young man?” she asks, keeping her smile.

The youngest of the two already seems to notice just how uncomfortable Sans currently feels, as she bites back a wobbly smile of her own, just as he rubs behind his neck and avoids the older woman's gaze.

“...sans,” he replies, attempting a polite nod. “pleasure to meet you.”

“Fourteen years,” Sister Gabriel – the one setting slices down for each person to take – says, joining in with just as much merriment. “Quite a feat, don't you think so? She has contributed plenty to our convent since her family left her in our care seventeen years ago!”

The woman appears at least a decade younger than Sister Theresa. Hints of colour in her hair are part of the evidence that suggests her age, adding to that the simple jewellery she wears on her wrists and neck, plus the subtle makeup on her face. Salt and pepper locks can be seen behind her ears, and the reddish tint to her pale skin reveals she has been outside without any sunblock. The colours of her habit are far more vibrant, and contrary to the other nun's clothing being a size too big, this one looks a size too small, as the length of the skirt displays part of her legs. Her smile shows she doesn't seem bothered by the concerning amount of information she's provided in one go, much to the great displeasure visible on the other two women's expressions.

“...Gabriel,” Sister Theresa says, frowning, while Frisk's mother sighs in approval. “Please, control yourself.”

“Oh,” the one in question replies, placing a hand on her cheek. “But… Does it not feel like he already cares deeply for this place? He called yesterday, asking if Sister Magdalene was doing alright!”

“i only wanna know ‘bout the people frisk sees every day,” Sans states, against letting this drag on or having assumptions made about what he wants. “that's what i'm here for, and nothin’ else.”

“But you asked about Frisk, and how their mother was doing,” Gabriel insists, smiling wider. “Perhaps, you refuse to admit it, but… You are being motivated to worry about Frisk and Sister Magdalene, even if you are trying not to let that happen.”

“Either way, sir…” Sister Theresa frowns. “You have made it here, and that is what matters most. Could I ask what prompted you to return… apart from learning about who Frisk associates with?”

“they've been sick, so i brought this.”

Sans slips out a paper bag from the inside of his jacket, and he tries not to chuckle when he notices Frisk's mother seems just a little too curious about what that could be, her wide gaze following each movement he makes.

“What is this?” a new nun asks, appearing from behind him and taking the item from his hands. She looks at the heart-shaped locket she pulls out of the bag, suspicion clear in her gaze. “...A protective charm, perhaps?”

“sorta like one, yeah.”

And – as if arriving in order of age – she seems to be the youngest of the three women he's greeted today, likely in her fifties. Black bangs decorate her forehead, and there's a mole at the left corner of her chin. Her clothing fits just right, and though her face shows maturity, there isn't a hint of a wrinkle anywhere around. The sharp scent of sterility hangs in the air as she stands before him, and blue gloves protect her hands. She has brown skin a shade darker than the first nun he'd met, along with eyes of a similar colour.

“...I’ll be studying it, then.”

She secures the locket in a tight fist, slips it into her habit's pocket, and – finally – walks off to where the two oldest nuns are sitting.

“Are you married?” she asks, her question far too blunt for her to be looking so stern.

Caught off guard, Sans remains silent for a few seconds, until he processes his answer.

“no, uh…”

He looks left, and he looks right.

All three nuns – minus the one he’d met before today – stare intently at him.

The one not staring at him seems busy with the tea leaves she's gone off to inspect, these dropped onto the coffee table with the arrival of the new nun.

So, he takes that as him needing to answer in a way that will keep the group interested, at least until the one responsible for dragging him into this messy introduction finishes doing whatever she's doing with those tea leaves she won't stop shuffling through.

“but i used to be,” Sans says, trying his best at a sad visage through the dimming of his irises, the lowering of his droopy gaze, and the deep fall of his usual grin. “she passed away two years ago, and that's why i wanna look after frisk a bit more, since they're like a siblin’ to my own kid.”

Heavy silence and worried expressions ensure things are already moving in his favour.

Though, he can't allow himself to let that show, no matter how his skull itches to be permitted a triumphant grin.

“and cuz the two of ‘em haven't been feelin’ well since they got to the surface… i've been wantin’ to ask sister magdalene if she can help me with the situation.”

Everyone's gazes turn toward the one he's mentioned.

In response, she slips the tea leaves into a bag, sits back down, grips the bag in her hands, and clenches it like it's her lifesaver.

“You know how to make monster medicine?” Sister Evelyn – seemingly the second youngest of the four Sisters present – asks, a frown on her face.

“U- Um…”

At the sight of Sister Magdalene being unable to reply, Sans decides it's best to carry on with the act.

“she's been givin’ it a shot,” he intervenes, sitting up straighter and glancing at her side. “…ain’t that right?”

She meets his eye sockets, then nods – once, and slowly.

“...Yes.”

A harrumph follows, and she fixes her posture before sparing another glimpse at him.

Then, she breathes deep, looks elsewhere, and closes her eyes.

“Very few hospitals accept monsters into their facilities, so I have been… trying to make up for that.”

Her chest rises and falls like a hammock against a soft wind.

“It- It doesn't feel right to do nothing, when I am aware I can do at least… something. Or anything.”

“Is it truly necessary for you to get involved with something so dangerous?” Evelyn intervenes, her sorrowful voice deepening. “You should let professionals deal with this issue.”

“Even if guilt stops me from living peacefully?” A glare forms on Magdalene’s expression. “Trying to help is better than not trying at all!”

“You aren't prepared enough for this, and you know it, Sister Magdalene.” Evelyn scoffs. “You would be better off facing a horde of hungry wolves than dealing with something so… reckless.”

And then, she scowls.

Magdalene, contrarily, smiles and walks off to the monster's side, propping her hands gentle yet firm on his shoulders – the way she squeezes leading him to believe she wants him to follow along.

“Even if I'm not, Mister Serif and I made an agreement,” she says, leaning closer, until she's almost resting her chin on top of his skull, though she shows she knows better than to do something like that with a stranger. “He will offer me safety and resources, while I will use that to perform the needed experiments to make effective medicine for humans and monsters alike.”

Still, the closeness her actions bring reveals that not only is her heart thumping like it wishes to be set free, but that she wants this to end, judging by how much her hands tremble as she tries to let him go.

And it's at this precise moment that he's reminded of the day after he first met her, when he was in the garden with her, and when she confessed she believed he looked like trouble.

“If my research were found out by people who are in disagreement… then the trouble would not be as worrying as it would be, if I were to focus on both species, instead of just monsters.”

The idea of her being threatened by him brings about an uneasy feeling in his soul, like he can't figure out whether he wants that or not.

“Our agreement…”

She had been the one to confront him first, after all.

And despite the reasons for her anger having a sound basis on her worry as a mother, that doesn't mean he isn't against entertaining the idea that he can act dangerous, just to mess with her.

“...Our agreement is beneficial for both of us. For everyone.”

So far, she hasn't mentioned to her Sisters what he told her the day of Frisk's arrival.

Nor does he believe her Sisters had been witnesses of her angered outburst upon that revelation.

In their eyes, he's simply an odd monster man who had been kind and caring enough to bring Frisk back home safe and sound, and who she welcomed into the garden with open arms – excluding from that narration the part where she slammed him against a wall and shamed him for how blatant his confession had been.

“Where will you be making these… experiments?” Evelyn asks, after an extensive silence from everyone around, the sole thing to keep calm being the sound of water boiling close by and birds chirping in the distance.

“Here,” Frisk's mother replies, finally walking away from him to tend to the boiling water. “I won't be going anywhere,” she carries on, giggling. “...If that's what you're so worried about.”

The eldest of the two huffs while the other laughs again, the disclosure of Sister Evelyn's true intentions seeming to lighten the mood.

“With Frisk being the Monster Ambassador and their health not being the greatest, Mister Serif offered that solution, so that we can both… overcome certain obstacles.”

Her voice breaks at that last line.

“Surely, if you've… r- read the news since their arrival last week…”

Even from the distance she's at, Sans can still see how her body shakes as she picks up the boiling water and pours some into each cup she's set on the counter.

“You've…”

She sets the empty pot on the stove, then grabs a pair of cups, only to set them back down on the counter.

“You've seen what they plan to do with my child… Don't you?”

And as he saw coming from a mile away, she slips in her actions and burns herself with the stovetop.

In response, she hardly flinches, wet eyes and a shaky smile divulging her primordial concerns.

“They will be taken for questioning,” Theresa says, a grey, grim look on her face. “So that we may understand their reasons for freeing monsters from the Underground, even though they were treated poorly?”

Seemingly fatigued, he sees Magdalene rest her back against a counter, slouch, and cover her face with her palms, nodding into them – once and firmly.

“That is what brings into my attention just who are we letting into our convent as of late…” Evelyn says, her disagreement returning. “Undoubtedly, if most monsters brought harm upon them, you must be no exception, Mister Serif.” A brisk pause arrives with a sigh. “And though I'm sure you must mean well, you have yet to repent for what you've done. Right now…”

Her trailing off is accompanied by her standing up and pointing a finger at him.

“You are the chief of sinners,” she says, anger manifesting in her eyes and tone. “Frankly said… You are a wolf dressed as a sheep, trying to make yourself fit into a rigid mould you cannot possibly ever force yourself into – no matter how much you try, and no matter how much you attempt to redeem yourself for it.” Another pause arrives. “And… That is without bringing into this how you treated Sister Magdalene the day after Frisk's arrival, with you yanking her rosary away and… exposing her the way you did, even after she offered you an apology you did not deserve, and even her friendship, despite your questionable background.”

She walks to the door and opens it, gesturing for him to pass through the frame, sunlight blinding his gaze.

“Do yourself a favour, sir, and leave while I am still feeling merciful.” She scoffs. “You can keep your agreement with Sister Magdalene, but I sincerely do not want you here. Bring her whatever resources she may require, but stay away from her and this place. We will protect her the way we always have.”

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years ago

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Heya! Im back with with an ask, can i get some killer content? What about him and his friend at an arcade, what do they do?? Also if this isn’t to much to ask can i have Asriel and Undyne added there?

I took the characters from his character's sheet.

Killer - Killer is not the most patient monster. And he's not quite good at the games either. He is mostly raging after an hour and tries to sabotage everyone's fun by cheating. And ok, maybe he didn't need to hit that arcade game so hard and breaks the screen, but it feels good on the moment so he regrets nothing.

Dustale Sans - Dune doesn't feel very comfortable. He came because Killer insisted he came, but there's too many people, too many lights, too many everything. He's too overwhelmed. He goes to hide in the toilet after ten minutes and curls up in a small ball on the ground. Please someone help him.

Swapfell Papyrus - This little shit is so lucky it's unbelivable. Killer is mainly raging because he's winning every thing. It's not just against him, it's against everyone. Killer is sure he's cheating and he won't stop bully him to try to make him lose. He gave up when he jumped on his arm and actually helped him to win a big plushie by accident. Rus is having fun!

Horrortale Sans - He's at the bar. All the lights of the games are giving him a headache. He will play one or two games with his brother though, so he doesn't get too bored. But that's not like he's really good. His brain is too slow to react at the good moment, and it's frustrating more than anything.

Horrortale Papyrus - He sticks mostly with the Horrorfell brothers and helps to hold Chief up when the arcade games are too high for his wheelchair, and serves as a second hand to Copper. He's doing the sassy and ironic commentary when they're failing. He loves it. He also makes sure once in a while his brother is alright.

Horrorfell Sans - He never thought playing video games could be that hard with one hand, but he's actually not bad! He's having fun for once and he's determined to stay here as long as he can, even if Killer keeps challenging him because he has one hand and is sure he can easily beat him. Copper shows him one hand is enough to ruin his games.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He was sceptical about that little hang out, but man, he is so competitive. He wants to win! He's frustrated some games are too high for him, but Willow is here to help and serves as a living crutch to help him. He's just having fun with friends for one.

Horrorswap Sans - He's challenging everyone at that arcade dance floor game. He has only one leg, but man, he knows how to use it! He's so speed he broke the machine after some games. It gave up and gave him all the tickets. Since, Killer is trying to charm him to force him to share the tickets with him because he is broke.

Horrorswap Papyrus - As usual, he's near his best friend comfort skeleton, Oak. Pumpkin doesn't like either all the flashy lights and the noise, and he prefers to stay near the bar talking with him and keeping him company. And Oak keeps forgetting he bought him ice cream and gave him more and he is far from complaining, dude.

Mafiatale Sans & Mafiafell Sans - It started as a friendly competition, then it became serious as both of them are very good at the games, then Demon accused Fang of cheating, then Fang took it personally and jumped at his throat. They are now on the ground, fighting like wild animals and trying to stab each other. Killer is cheering.

Undertale Asriel - He was NOT invited. Killer doesn't care he's back being a goat, he's still that shit of Flowey deep inside. He's going to antagonize him until either Asriel leaves crying or attacks him. And man, if he attacks him, he's not sure he will stop on time to not kill him.

Undertale Undyne - She was not invited either. Killer fears her, because he knows what she is really capable to do when she is pissed off. And since she arrested him a few times already, she knows him too very well. They are doing a stare contest, but they do not interact.

#undertale #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #mafiatale #mafiafell #killer sans #dustale sans #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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catsitta · 4 years ago

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Ok so this idea came to me in a dream lmao. Reader is the long term S/O of mafiafell Sans and is hanging out in Grillbys with him and the rest of the fam. Reader is usually very quiet and soft spoken. A fight breaks out in the whole bar for whatever reason and reader just tells "BOYS!" The whole bar freezes and reader proceeds to scold everyone like a bunch of rowdy kids and everyone is so shocked by their outburst that they just listen and do as they're told lol. I hope this isn't too specific

This is very much something I would write! Mafia boys and a sassy reader? Yes please.

You were used to the noise and ruckus. No songbird lasted long in the entertainment industry if she couldn’t tolerate a smoky room full of jeering, drunken men. But this was a special occasion and all the hollerin’ was going to give you a headache if it didn’t stop. In hopes of catching a reprieve, you excused yourself to go to the ladies room to powder your nose and fix your lipstick. Sans, your darling man, who was usually a skeleton of few words, didn’t even notice you leave, so caught up in bickering with his brother and the barkeep. Staring into your reflection and fixing your hair, you decided that perhaps dinner out with the whole family wasn’t your best suggestion, but Sansy always looked so damn sad when he talked about his brother and father and how he’d never live up to their expectations.

Boozing it up was forbidden around you for that very reason as well. He was the melancholic sort of drunk that in the same breath that he told you how beautiful you were and how he loved ya more than the world itself...would lament how he was an utter failure and too broken to be worthy of anyone’s affection. A stark contrast to the quietly confident casanova he was when sober, all swagger and expensive cigars caught between sharp teeth. He was everything a gal knew not to get mixed up with—too much money and power and flash to not have blood on his hands. But by the Angel, he knew how to treat a lady, and unlike most gents, he was never too pushy when vying for your attention all those short months ago.

With a deep inhale, you pushed from the sink and strutted your way back into the bar. The place was still filled with everyone trying to talk over everyone else, and honestly, you were a little sick of it. You wanted a nice night with the family and you were going to get it. Chin jutted high, you marched your way to the bar, sat primly on a stool, and raised your voice in a manner that you never did in polite company.

"BOYS!”

You were a singer, not a heathen, manners were important and a lady didn't shout. Which was likely why the whole of the bar fell quiet at your uncharacteristic display. Before anyone could recover, you poked a finger in Papyrus’ moody face.

“You. Be nicer to your brother. And if you call me a floozy one more time you will be wearing my drink.” Whirling, you scolded Grillby for instigating an argument over protection fees of all things during your nice little family outing. When you rounded on Gaster, the Don stared back at you with an arched browbone, hands folded, mouth quirked up in an amused smile. “You know what you did.” Gaster winked. You sighed. Sans promptly pulled you into his lap.

“easy kitten.”

"And you!” He blinked as you turned in his lap. “Stop letting them get to you. You’re smarter than that, bonehead.” With a kiss to his cheek, you gave the boys your brightest smile.

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aka-indulgence · 5 years ago

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Who Ever Said Mafia Life is Easy?

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(Mafiafell Sans/Reader)

You just found out what kind of "job" the man you love had. You ran away as soon as you found out, and you've been stalling to confront him about it.

... You don't know how to feel about him anymore.

You’re a chambermaid, working in Clarkson Hotel, a 5-star hotel in your city, and you clean up the topmost rooms- the fanciest rooms in the fanciest hotel around.

You were cleaning up your last room of the day when your phone buzzed from the pocket of your apron, spreading fresh bedsheets over the bed.

You took it out (no one needed to know you were looking through your phone inside these rooms), checking what message had come in… And you quickly put it right back into your pocket, deciding you could deal with it later.

On the screen of your phone was a name of a man that’s had your head spinning lately.

Sans.

Sans Gaster.

A handsome, dapper skeleton monster. With his expensive suits and his sharp look, always looking ready to head into an important business meeting. He is a gentleman that seemed interested in you, and one who always reminded you that he was. With just a few words, he could make your knees go on the verge of buckling, and was always so… Magnetizing.

It was a long time ago when you first met him… Simpler times. You met him in a café while you were waiting for a cup of coffee. He practically took over the room with his presence alone, sauntering in with an air of power around him. Wearing an expensive three-piece suite, all black except for the red vest he was wearing. Red lights made up his eyes, eyes that pierced wherever he looked. A killer smile with rows of sharp teeth, with one of them a shimmering gold. He was a daunting monster, and you started to sweat when you saw he was the one next in line after you, stepping beside you, waiting for his espresso shot.

It’s when he greeted you that you started to feel at ease with him. Despite his intimidating features and that deep, rich voice he had that seemed to rumble in your chest when he spoke close to you, he had a way of making you comfortable. He’d invited you over to the tables to chat that day. You did, and you found yourself quickly charmed by the large, handsome skeleton, and you were glad that wasn’t the last time you saw him.

You hadn’t even planned on meeting him when you saw him again- having crossed paths. Sometimes, he’d just be… There, near you at the perfect time. He’d tell you that he’s just gotten off work or taking a break, and say he wanted to spend time with you. Because apparently… he liked you. He’s never gone as far as asking you to be his significant other or anything, but he always made his attraction to you clear. And boy did he know how to make you feel like a special little lady when you went out with him.

You had always taken him as a rich, powerful kind of man, but you never really realized to what extent until he took you on your first restaurant date. Already he was wearing a suit that looked like expensive enough that you were afraid to touch it… But when you saw the kinds of meals that were on the menu the first time he brought you to a restaurant, you knew Sans had bank. Then… He’d always tell you how pretty you looked, or how soft your skin was when he held it in his, his one hand almost engulfing yours when he gripped it. His voice alone made you shiver, and even worse, he’d notice, and use it to its full potential. By the end of dinner, you’d completely forgotten how much everything cost when the bill arrives and Sans puts a fat stack of money on the table, your cheeks a steaming red.

… You’ve kissed him before, on the lips. Everything he says… The way he’d hold you when you were with him… It felt like your heart was tugging in his direction.

But then… Things changed when you visited him in his office one day.

You never really knew what his work was.

You had gone on a toilet break, and when you came back, you heard him in a phone call. Your steps came to a halt in front of the ajar door, Sans’ voice low and grim. Nothing like the voice that complimented you and soothed you.

“sean might be able t’ help ya with that… it ain’t hard, ben. jus’ put a gun to his face and he’ll give ya what he owes us. i know that bastard’s got it… i saw him throwin’ money around city square just two days ago. now get it done before i go there and do it myself, you useless sack a’ shit.”

You were frozen. It didn’t take a genius to know what Sans was after hearing that particular phone call. And after you heard “Ben” reply to him in a terrified, squeaky “Yes boss,”, your heart sank to the ground.

Sans wasn’t just part of the mafia… He was the boss of one of the most notorious mafia groups in your city.

The realization that you had been so close to a boss for so long hit you like a train.

It made sense why the staff of the restaurants you went to always remembered you and seemed almost… Afraid of you whenever you passed by, with or without Sans.

Sans saw you from the room that day, eyes meeting from that crack in the door frame. The skeleton that always made you smile and blush… Now made your blood drain from your face. You didn’t know what to do. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a boss, and realizing what he could do, you did the first think you could think of.

You ran away from him, not turning back when Sans had ran after you, shouting a pleading “wait!”

He hadn’t said a word to you since.

… Until today.

You bit your lip when you take out your phone to look at the message again. Your stomach turned like it always did when you thought of Sans since that day. You wanted it so desperately to go back like how it used to be when you were with him… When you could be near him and rest your head on his chest as he stroked your hair, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Hoping he’d ask you to be something more with him.

Now… Thinking of him just gave you a headache.

sans: sweetheart

sans: (y/n).

sans: i’m sorry about last week.

sans: i didn’t mean to scare you.

sans: can we talk?

It was like your heart clenched on itself. You didn’t know what to answer him… Didn’t want to answer him.

You shove your phone back into your pocket. You could deal with it later. Right now, you’re just glad Sans hadn’t put a hit on you or something. You didn’t know exactly how the mafia works, but you’re pretty sure anyone related to the mafia has a substantially higher chance of getting in danger.

As you walk down the hallway, you hear footsteps in the staff room. As you enter, greeting you is a slim, tall man with blond hair and smart eyes, smiling when he sees you.

Dan Clarkson, owner of the hotel with his family name on it.

“Hey, how’s my favorite worker doing?” He greets you, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Hey, Dan.”

Despite being the owner of the hotel you worked at, Dan was always humble around you- brushing off the fact that he owns the place. He visits you at work, invites you over for lunch, and just generally… Being a nice guy to you. You don’t know what a chambermaid’s got him interested in, but he’s always nice company to have around.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him while you put your supplies away, closing the staff door. “Aren’t you supposed to do your owner-stuff done or something?”

“Hahah, real funny. I have a real job, (Y/n). And what, it’s not like I don’t visit you often.” Dan answers, putting a firm hand on your shoulder and playfully shaking you. “No… it’s just… You know about the anniversary coming up this weekend?”

You nod. The… something-something-years anniversary of the hotel. It was going to be grand and extravagant as the hotel itself.

“Yeah, so… How about I ask you to come?”

“… Wait what?” The question completely catches you off guard, and Dan laughs. “But why?”

“I just wanted you to come! Just take it as a treat from me. You’ll get to see the hotel ballroom in all its splendor, and I promise, you won’t have to really talk to anyone there. “

You make a mock thinking face, and Dan adds in a sing-song voice, “There’ll be lots of free food there…”

… Alright. That’s a solid argument of why you should definitely go.

You click your tongue in defeat. “You just had to mention that, huh?” You shove Dan aside playfully to get to the elevator. “I’ve seen the restaurant advertised in that elevator Dan, I’ve been wishing to try it sometimes.”

“Exactly! So you better come.” Dan pushes the button for you, smiling at you… Then frowning. You turn your head to Dan, confused, and he just looks concerned.

“… (Y/n).” He leans a bit closer to you. “… You seem kinda tense. You alright? Was the room that bad?”

“Oh, nothing like that.” You assure him, but your face sours as you remember the real cause to your stress. “There’s… This man. I’ve got… Complicated feelings about him lately, and he wants to talk. I just… I don’t know what to say to him.”

Dan’s brows furrow, and it looks like he wants to press for more, but you quickly brush him off. “It’s fine, Dan. It’s nothing for you to worry about, I’ll just… think about it when I get home.”

He accompanies you until the first floor and you wave him goodbye as you head for the lockers and he returns to his office. As you leave however, you miss the look he gives you, as his eyes trail from your head down to your… Lower cheeks.

He’s wanted you for awhile now… Practically ever since he first met you.

He knew who you were talking about, though you were obviously trying to be vague.

… Sans Gaster. A man after your heart like Dan himself. But unlike Dan, Sans was in the center of crime and violence.

Dan wanted to take you away from that… From someone like him.

If you were with him, he could keep you away from someone as dangerous as Sans.

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You stand there, stalling your time as you watch guests with their long sparkly dresses and tuxedos enter the ballroom, walking from their expensive cars past the garden to the entrance.

… It was an intimidating sight, to say the least.

What you’ve got on you is the only nice dress you could find in your closet, one that…

… Sans gave to you.

You had fought with yourself deciding whether or not to wear the dress gifted to you during one of your dates with him.

Sitting in the park one night. He had an arm around your waist, and when you almost fell asleep looking up at the sky, Sans had silently placed the box on your lap.

You opened it at home to reveal a stunning golden dress that felt silky to the touch with various ribbons and a touch of lace here and there, no sleeves, running from your shoulders to your ankles.

At the end you decided to wear it anyways, since it was the best dress you had. You knew how up-scale the anniversary party was going to be, and while you didn’t want to think about Sans for awhile, you’re glad you wore this dress. Any other and you’re sure you’d feel under-dressed, looking at all the guests there.

You finally enter the room after enough dawdling, and after a short speech from Dan himself, the party officially began. You greeted him, the room starting to get filled with music and chattering. Dan was just happy he got to see you that night, telling you how “I got really worried that you wouldn’t come.”

You’d thought the same too, but… you had invitation, and again, free fancy food was hard to pass up on. Dan already told you you didn’t need to talk to all of these people anyways. So you just tell him “I smell some mashed potatoes and salmon over there. I think I have very good reason to come here, Dan.”

He laughs, and you finally let yourself try the things they’ve got in their buffet, and… Oh yeah. It’s amazing.

You’re glad you didn’t decide to snub the man currently busying himself with greeting and chatting with the ‘important’ people of the night. You were someone he could take a breather with, and seeing him go around from guest to guest and seeing the tired look in his eyes, you’re pretty sure he’ll need all the rest he can.

You had to fight your way to get somewhere to sit. When you finally finish up trying every main course they had (from lamb chops to truffle carbonara fettuccine), you finally get to the desert and drinks section, grabbing yourself a glass of punch, avoiding the alcoholic drinks.

You take the punch in your hands, stepping backwards and watching the water so it wouldn’t spill- you bump into someone (noticeably much bigger than you are) on the way.

You turn around, an apology already on your tongue… Then you see his eyelights.

Red like blood, staring into your eyes.

… Sans.

He’s wearing a pressed black shirt with a red vest coat, black tie, black trousers and polished dress shoes. Golden rings on his phalanges glimmering into your face. No hat this time.

Time stopped. The music faded into white noise. Everyone else in the room disappeared. You could only keep your eyes on Sans Gaster. You didn’t even notice you’ve spilled some of your punch.

A similar look was on Sans’ face- his trademark grin had turned into a frown, and you see how his eyelights shrunk until his sockets were nothing but black voids. Apparently he was talking to someone, but Sans didn’t turn back to them after your eyes met his.

…

Of course he’d be invited. He’s a mob boss.

Why didn’t you think of that? The thought of Sans appearing in the party had completely eluded you.

In your panic, you turned, planning to just get away from him now- you weren’t ready to confront him yet, it’s too soon!- but already a strong, bony hand had caught your relatively thin arm, and your heart leapt into your throat.

“w-wait, sweetheart.” Sans stuttered, his grip firm yet gentle. “jus’… jus’ hear me out.”

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You didn’t realize it in your own state of panic, but Sans was panting, silently. Breathing heavily as he felt your delicate, tiny arm in his hand.

He was careful not to break it.

Sans didn’t answer his “business partner” when they tapped Sans on the shoulder. He couldn’t stop staring at you, in that golden dress he gave you all that time ago. You were stunning in it, and Sans’ soul couldn’t help but leap when he saw you were wearing something he gave you. But then… He saw the look in your eyes, wide with fear, and his soul broke.

He never wanted you to look at him like that.

A fire started sparking in your eyes all of a sudden, your fearful face changing that to indignation. “Let go of my hand, Sans.” Before he could even plead to you again, you added, “Talk to me, Sans. I’m waiting.”

You fully turned your body to him, tugging your arm in his hand to make your point. He nods, and slowly, he lets go of your arm, suddenly afraid that that was going to scare you away too.

Sans gulped when he looked at your face, waiting for him to speak.

fuck… He practiced what he was going to say to you since the moment he lost you, chasing you out the building before you disappeared from his sight. He knew where you lived… He knew everything in this city. He could’ve just teleported there, waited for you to come and talk to you then. But no. You know what he is now, and he didn’t know what he could do to convince you that you’d never be in harms way, that he’d never hurt you. That the fact doesn’t change how he feels about you, or that he’s any different. He’s rehearsed in his mind over and over, talking to you. Maybe he could say hello to you after you’ve finished work, maybe invite you to go to a café (you always seemed at ease in cafés) and try to explain himself.

But now that you’re in front of him… His mind went blank, his skull empty.

He brought you a bit further from the drink section, avoiding eyes and ears. Thankfully you obliged, and you went to a corner in the ballroom.

Sans took a breath, then he spoke. “look darlin’, i jus’ wanna tell you…”

“Tell me what, Sans?” You snapped, surprising him. You’d never snapped at him before. You always used a soft voice when you spoke to him, sweet and mallow. A pleasant sound to listen to, a break from the yelling and angry voices in his line of work. The look in your eyes when he complimented you, when he held your hand while you walked with him. Smiling, those red cheeks always tempting him to kiss or bite you.

Seeing this… hostility from you was really getting to him, more than any gunshot or slice of the knife could do to him.

“That you’re a criminal? That you threaten people for their money?” You ask, gritting your teeth. Sans doesn’t realize he’s got his hands up almost in a surrender pose, like your words could physically hurt him. “You know I heard your phone call, Sans, I know what you are now. I don’t know what else you want to talk about.”

“n-no, please, sweetheart, i just-“ He holds his hand out, not even sure what he wanted to do… Until he sees the tears pooling in your eyes even in your angry face, your cheeks starting to steam in a different way than he’s used to. Your scowl quivered, and your eyes were starting to get glossy. Apparently he stared at you for too long, because you made a small start, embarrassed. You blinked and turned away from him, trying your best to erase your tears before they even fell.

“… darlin’… are you ok?” He asks, his floating hand close to turning you around, but you make a small hiccuping noise, keeping his hand away.

“No no- just keep talking.” You say, turning back to him

Sans sighs, feeling a mix of emotions in him that amounted to nothing but hurt.

“i’m… i’m sorry.” Was what fell out of his mouth. Obviously this wasn’t what you were expecting, because you uncrossed your arms in front of your chest, your furrowed brows easing up. “i… i am all of those things you said. i ain’t gonna deny it. i’m definitely working on the other side of the law.” He says, for once feeling shame in his ribcage as he said so. “i do ask people fer their money. and i ain’t afraid to use a bit of violence when it comes down to it.” He admits, fisting one of his hands. But he quickly looks to you, his eyelights dilating.

“but… i didn’t mean t’ hide it from ya because i wanted t’ trick ya, sweetheart.” He took your hand, and he doesn’t notice it- but he was shaking. He was so scared. “i didn’t mean t’ trick ya. i just…. i was afraid of… this.” Sans gestures to the air around him. “i didn’t want ya to know because… i was afraid ya’d turn away from me. i know yer a gentle, sweet thing, (y/n)… i know this isn’t something you’d want.” His thumb rubs the back of your hand, steadying his breath. “i jus’… i couldn’t bear the thought of ya leaving me, (y/n), because… i love you.”

It was something he wanted to tell you for the longest time now. He just… Hadn’t been sure of his feelings, didn’t want to rush it. He was looking for the right time.

But as soon as he was reminded of the fact that he could lose you… The realization hit him like a truck. You were something he wanted in his life- needed in his life. He loves you.

He meant it all. You were the most beautiful, sweetest person he’s ever met… He wanted to cherish and love you like you deserve.

“… i didn’t mean to hurt you. i never wanted to hurt ya, (y/n). i’m sorry.” His head hung, looking to the floor. He couldn’t look at those sad eyes anymore.

You look at him, eyes wide, your breath stuck in your throat as you look up at him.

god… yer so small…

Slightly, he feels your hand start to curl up in his, and you open your mouth to speak.

“… I-“

“Oh, (Y/n)!” A different voice suddenly cuts you off, interrupting the moment. Sans felt a snarl building up in his chest. The only thing saving the guy from Sans’ temper was your fearful face when you saw the lightning-fast change in his expression from pleading and adoring to anger and irritation. Sans turned to the guy- Blond hair, brown eyes. His slim stature making him look taller than he really is.

“D-Dan.” You stuttered the prick’s name. Sans knows what he thinks of you, and his presence definitely didn’t help the fragile moment.

“I see you’ve met my friend Sans!” Sans grimaced internally at the utterly fake expression the hotel owner was wearing as he greeted the both of you. “I’m glad to see you two getting along pretty well.”

You looked bothered by him as well (though for a different reason than Sans’), cringing, holding onto Sans’ hand subconsciously. While Sans did enjoy the feeling, Sans felt like punting Dan in the sack and pushing him away- Sans was having a moment with you.

“Sorry about this, (Y/n), but I’ve got to talk a bit with Sans for a moment, uh- why don’t you go and get some more punch? You spilled a bit on yourself there.” Dan pulls out a handkerchief, and you pull your hand away from Sans’ to let him wipe it for you. The gesture made Sans’ chest burn like no other, and after thanking him silently, you move away from the two men.

… Sans turns to Dan as he does the same. Sans knows what he’s here for.

“clarkie.” Dan winces when he hears Sans’ little nickname for him while Sans puts hands out for the man in question, eyelights dimming considerably.

This bastard… He’s been eyeing you ever since you’ve started working at the hotel with his name on it. Sans knows he’s into you… But he’s never really done anything to ‘pull you in’ so to speak, so he never really paid him much attention…Though his possessiveness did threaten to cut ties with one of his richest “clients”. Sans didn’t know you were coming to this party, didn’t expect Clarkie there to invite you.

“what an honor it is t’ have the host himself come to greet me.” Sans spits, his grin becoming tighter by the second. His hand automatically searches his pockets for a cig to smoke, but as he grabs a stick, he remembers that he couldn’t do that indoors. Not here, anyways. Sans’ grin turns into a scowl for a second, realizing he’ll have to talk to this asshole without a cig to ease his nerves.

He takes his hand out of the pocket and smiles to Dan. “why don’t we… go somewhere else, shall we? somewhere… quieter.”

The men move from the corner into an empty hallway that lead to the bathrooms, its lights off.

Sans leans on the wall, with his hands having nothing to do, he crosses them, staring Dan down.

“… Why are you after her?” Dan asks, a hard look on his face telling Sans that he wasn’t expecting an answer. Sans didn’t grace him with one- it was a stupid question. “You stay away from her Gaster. She’s not for the mob life and you know it.”

“please.” Sans replies condescendingly. What kind of idiot does this human take he is? “i ain’t tryin’ to pull her into the mob life, danny. unlike you, i love her because she deserves to be loved because she’s just…” Sans’ expression turns soft as he looks back to the ballroom, eyelights instinctively searching for you. “she’s jus’ perfect.”

When Sans’ eyelights dart back to Dan, all traces of that soft look disappeared. “not like you, jus’ looking fer someone to fuck.”

Dan hisses, his hands fisting. Sans knows they’re not going to fight… Dan’s got a useful deal going on with Sans, and Dan knows that he’s definitely not going to win any fights with him.

Though Sans does smile a little thinking of snapping this guy’s neck for even thinking of having you.

“I’m not out here just to fuck her.” Dan scowls, stripped of all his fake politeness. “Even if I was, I know you want her in bed just as bad.”

Sans just smirks, chuckling a bit as his grin turns predatory. “oh, she knows.” He says, remembering the times when he’d tease you about it, and the most adorable shade of red that’d come across your face. He always had the urge to bite your cheek when it happened.

“but, heh… ya speak fer yerself, clarkie.” Sans looked Dan up and down, his voice filled with fake innocence. “ya tell me i’m in the mafia but yer the one who asked t’ kill that one guy from-“

A hand goes onto Sans’ suit, and Sans’ fake pleasantries drop completely as his mouth turns into a snarl at the stuck-up human.

“I paid you not to mention anything like that, Sans Gaster.” Dan growls out. Sans thought his attempt at being intimidating was laughable, but he held it in nonetheless.

“what? afraid someone’s listenin’? it’s just you and me, buddy.” Sans smiles at him, but nothing about it tells Dan that Sans is enjoying their conversation as he grips Dan’s wrist hard enough that he winces in pain, taking it off his expensive suit.

“just you and me.”

Dan rips his hand out of Sans’ when he didn’t let go.

wasn’t even tryin’ to do anythin’.

Dan rubs his wrist, and when he looks at Sans, a condescending look fell on his face. “Yeah, well… It’s funny you think you still have a chance with her.” Dan steps back from Sans, “Because judging from what I saw earlier, she knows what you are, and she’s not into that. You can’t force someone to love you, Sans. and you shouldn’t keep her from anyone else just because you can’t get to her.”

Dan’s words struck Sans right in his soul, “hitting a nerve”. Sans feels his sockets empty, his magic already starting to form a bone in his hand as his teeth part, a growl in his chest-

“Mr. Dan Clarkson? Would Mr. Dan Clarkson please come onto the stage for the evening toast.”

Both mob boss and hotel owner turned their heads to the stage, all the way on the other side of the ballroom.

“I’d love to stay and chat some more, Mr. Gaster, but unfortunately I’ve got a job to do.” Dan says, brushing his hair a bit after it got messy in his frustration. “See you later.”

Sans watches Dan’s back leaving him, and his anger starts to die out as he thinks of you again… Quickly replaced by panic.

Dan Clarkson. Handsome, rich, has a good relationship with you… And wasn’t a notorious mob boss known for his methods.

An image of Dan sweeping you off your feet when he tells you his feelings… You wouldn’t want to be with criminal Sans Gaster.

He scans the room for you, spotting you near the entrance on a bench, alone. He didn’t teleport- instead running across the room towards you.

i can’t lose you.

i can’t lose you to anyone else.

… please don’t leave me, (y/n).

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You start when a large figure run towards you.

In front of you was Sans again, the man you’ve been thinking about… ever since you met him, now that you think about it.

He looked like a mess, he was sweating and his vest, earlier pressed clean to his shirt was now slightly wrinkled, a button off.

He doesn’t say anything. His brows only slant, and he opens his mouth- but nothing came out of his mouth.

… You spoke first.

“… Sans.” you say gently. Your heart starts to beat remembering what he said to you, having thought it over and over sitting here. And even in this situation… You couldn’t help but blush. “I’m… I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.”

Sans’ sockets widens in surprise at your apology.

“I-it’s just… I don’t like what you do, Sans. You press people for money and… hurt them.” God, you didn’t even want to think what he did to people who didn’t pay him.

“… but…”

You stood up, surprising him again when you took his hand. “… Hm.” you giggle a bit. “You… You really know how to make a girl feel special, Sans.” You say shyly, rubbing over his joints, your hand looking like a child’s compared to his. “You said you’d never hurt me, and that you love me, and I…”

You look away for awhile, biting your lip before you continue.

“… I’m in love with you too, Sans.” Your voice came out quietly, almost a whisper. “I can’t help it. You already took my heart, Sans… I can’t change that. I love you. You’re still the same loving, caring guy behind horniness and that smirk of yours.” You tilt your head up at him, grinning, mouth opening when you see him blush as red as his eyelights.

… It really helped you see past that mafia boss perception that had been dominating your mind lately, and reminded you the kind of guy Sans is. When he wasn’t busy trying to impress you with gifts and dates to up-scale places… He was genuine and always kind and gentle to you. He never hid his intentions- he wore it on his sleeve the fact that he wanted you. But he never told you he… Loved you. And now that he’s said it with that wrenched look in his sockets… You’re sure you could tell that he’s been genuine all this time.

“… so… yer not… mad at me anymore?”

He sounded like a child asking their parent, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. Here was a man that could kill you with the snap of his phalanges all decked out in his expensive clothes- and he seemed almost afraid of you.

This is definitely the man you love.

“Well, I wasn’t really mad at you, just…” You played with your foot a bit, stalling. “… I just want to go back to how we used to be. I… I missed you, Sans.” You look away, hiding your reddening face.

Finally with those words, Sans smiled again, and when he did, you silently note how he does look his best with a grin on his face. His sockets lid and he stands up straighter, his eyelights big and fuzzy as he looks down at you. You smile at him, and you don’t notice when Sans’ eyelights go over your head, looking at the man speaking up on stage right now…

Dan.

He tripped as he spoke, having caught you and Sans from the crowd, holding hands, with you looking at the skeleton with forgiving eyes. Dan starts to lose focus, repeating his sentences as he couldn’t stop looking at the human-skeleton pair near the entrance of the ballroom, unable to hide his shock.

… Sans smirks, nothing kind in his eyelights as he makes eye contact with him before he looked away and back to you- Someone that deserves his attention.

“i missed ya too, dollface.” He pulls you to his chest, your warmth an instant relief to him. “… more than you’d know.”

As he strokes your hair, his eyelights go to the garden outside, the one surrounding the ballroom. There were no windows in the ballroom apart from the ones on the doors.

perfect.

“hey, sweetheart… how’s about we go somewhere a bit quieter, hm? jus’ you an’ me.”

“… That sounds nice, Sans.” You smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his sturdy arm around you as he walks you out, always the gentleman who always had that look in his eyelights that held so much adoration for you. As you walk into the crisp, cold air of the night, the door swinging closed behind you, Sans leans in to kiss you on your crown.

… You’re just so happy you get to be held by Sans like this again.

#commission #werelywrites #mf!sans/reader #female reader #mf!sans #i hope you enjoy ;u;

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crusnikroxas · 4 years ago

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I found one of your older fics that you made in 2018 with Mafiafell Sans and I have to say I absolutely love it!! It’s how I found you and I wanted to hop in to say your writing is gorgeous and has the perfect amount of detail. I absolutely melted reading it. Thank you for writing!! I love seeing Mafiafell Sans in a softer light.

Aw man, thank you so much! >///< It was lovely to write - gotta love the big tough softie, bless him :p

I have actually written another small fic with the same Mafia Sans! It's called 'Just One Drink' 😊 But I'm really happy that you enjoyed it, and that you think so highly of my writing - it means a lot T-T ❤

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fandom-wars-imagine-blog · 6 years ago

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UT UF and mafiafell sans + US and SF papyrus (i think its 5 the limit?) when they hear a sneeze for the first time? It's from their crush or S/O and it is the cutest little kitten sneeze EVER.

(well I sound like a man when I sneeze-)

UT!Sans:

Here where you live, winter can be really rough for everyone, even for its inhabitants, so it is perfect for the monsters that lived in Snowdin, it makes them feel closer to their old land and less homesick.

Since that you have a relationship with Sans, you hang out a lot in his house in winter. It’s so warm and cozy! Much more than you rented apartment.

And his brother is such a sweetheart! He cooks for you every time you go to their house and you don’t have to move one single muscle. You are their guest after all.~

However, one of the many problems you have to face in the winter is the famous colds. Being you a very touchy person, you always catch at least one cold at this season. Poor you.

It’s the first cold you have since you date Sans and he got very worried about you. Are you sick? Is it dangerous? There is any cure? Please tell him you aren’t going to die!!

“No, Sans, I am not going to die”

You explain to him what exactly a cold is and that there’s nothing to worry about. It’s not dangerous or mortal, but it’s very contagious, so it’s better if he and his brother keep the distance until you’re better. You don’t know who dangerous human diseases can be for monsters. Better safe than sorry.

Of course, they’ll do exactly the opposite. You are sick! They can just stay away from you and wait until “you’re better”! They’re going to help you heal faster, even if you want it or not! Now, tell the great Papyrus what to cook for a human with a cold!

Sans is still a bit worried about you, but since you are taking your medicine, he guesses it’s okay.

You are watching TV in his house, his brother out for his first training in the gym with Undyne, when you sneeze for the first time beside him. He gets alarmed and quickly looks at you.

Oh Gosh, are you getting worse?? Do you need something?? Is that normal?? Do you need a doctor?? He can get Alphys right now!! Do you need her??

You don’t get it, why is acting like that with a sneeze, you explained to him what a cold ar- ooooh, you didn’t tell him the symptoms of it.

Ok, your bad.

You tell him what a sneeze is and how normal is to sneeze when someone has a cold. It’s your body trying to help itself, so there’s nothing to worry about.

He calms down and watches you sneeze again. An urge to laugh appears in his chest, if that is a sneeze, is the cutest thing he ever heard, it’s perfect for you. He doesn’t laugh though, maybe you can get offended-

Then you sneeze again, and again, and again. Oh no, it’s a sneeze attack! Despite trying to not laugh even if the urge is rising, Sans’ love is defeated and he bursts of laughter, telling sorry to you internally.

You immediately realize why he’s laughing. He’s making fun of you! This always happens! In spite of start telling him off, you are interrupted by another sneeze, sending your boyfriend to another wave of incessant laughter, wheezing and crying.

You get mad and start hitting him with the sofa pillow, only for him to laugh even more. HOW DARE HE?

The hitting gets stronger and speedy and instead of taking it, Sans grasps the pillow, sending it to the corner of the room, and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek while giggling.

You continue to tell him off, but give up sooner than expected and accept the half cuddling half joking, huffing at the situation.

Oh man, you really are something else, aren’t you?

US!Papyrus:

You. Hate. SUMMER.

REALLY, WHY GOD HAD TO GIVE HUMANS SUCH SEASON?

SWEATY PEOPLE, UNBEARABLE HEAT, MOSQUITOES EVERYWHERE!

HHHHHHHH YOU HATE SUMMER SO MUCH.

But your friend seems to disagree, surprisingly.

Papyrus never really liked the cold temperature in Snowdin. His hoody is warm, but not that much, and his only source of heat in Snowdin was Muffet’s and his house, so this warmth is always welcomed around his bones.

Besides, his brother can only use the baby pool in the summer. So, no grumpy attitude, you don’t want to bother the cinnamon roll, do you?

“*huffs* Alright, no complaining.”

Good human.

Unfortunately, your house is pretty hot in the summer, so you decided to provide yourself, after saving a lot, a

*beats the drums*

Air conditioner!

YES, THE SOLUTION OF ONE OF YOUR PROBLEMS IN SUMMER.

YAAAYYY?????

Well, at least the house is fresh now as well as your will to live in the summer.

Now it’s bearable to live on this planet.

One day, you are taking the cooling from the AC by being directly in front of it. You regret nothing, not even the flu you caught, it felt like heaven.

Papyrus is looking through the window to the backyard, catching the sun’s warmth while watching Sans playing with your cousin, Chara, in the green grass of the backyard.

Papyrus looks at you. Your eyes closed while appreciating the cool air from the machine, your hair fluttering graciously.

He looks at the window again. What he wouldn’t give to have the courage to ask you out…

Suddenly, his thoughts are cut short by a strange noise. It’s unknown to him what it was, but it sounded like a baby animal, like…like a kitten.

He gets pretty confused with this, it couldn’t have been Sans, he doesn’t do that type of sound. So, what it was? You have a kitten in your backyard and told him anything? How could you, you know he loves animals!

You catch Papyrus looking for something at the opened door beside the window he was standing. It looks like he is searching for something in the backyard. But what?

You ask him what happened and he tells you that he heard something very strange, something he never heard before. He’s searching for the source of it, it can be a lost baby animal or something.

You get concerned with it, did someone just dropped a baby in your backyard and ran way the last night? How cruel! You will fucking kill that perso-

Your concerns get interrupted by another sneeze and Papyrus looks at you, shocked. YOU WERE THE SOURCE.

BUT, BUT HOW??

IT IS POSSIBLE FOR A HUMAN TO DO SUCH SOUND????

Your eyes meet his face and you automatically understand why he’s so shocked. A playful, more for teasing, tone plays in your vocal cords.

“Was this what you heard?”

He nods with his head, quite perplexed. You knew it. A soft laugh makes its way out of your mouth.

You explain to him that what he heard was a sneeze and what it is. You don’t get mad at him. There’s no reason to get mad at him for thinking that it was a baby animal, he never heard a sneeze before…and you’re pretty aware of your “situation”.

The sneezes are definitely due to you being in front of the air conditioner, so you stand up before you catch a cold and go get some ice creams for the two of you.

Papyrus looks again to the backyard, blushing with a puppy love smile in his face.

If only you knew how cute you are…

UF!Sans:

Papyrus was never a person of peace, when you met him, he was beating the crap up of some insolent drunks who treated him bad for being a monster.

You can’t believe there are still people like that in the world. What is this? The dark age? Hello?! Wake up! If you don’t want monsters near you, move to other planet or something. Or at least say nothing to them, they don’t care about you anyway.

A burning flame quickly light up between the two of you and quickly died in both your souls, the ashes are the only thing that was left, and after almost killing each other like madmen, you decide to still being friends despite everything that happened.

Gosh, he can be a true asshole sometimes, y'know.

But at least the relationship was long enough for you to meet his family: his brother Sans.

Seems nothing like Papyrus at all, not just for the looks, but for the humor and…well… behavior at all.

You gotta admit, he’s less asshole than his brother.

Soon enough, you turned up to be good friends at the skelebros, like everyone in town called them, and trusted them with your whole being, just like they do to you too.

As I said, Papyrus was never a person of peace, and this time he just got himself into a hole as deep as the Underground entrance:

Gangs fight.

Don’t even ask me how he did it, he just got caught in the middle for not shutting up when he should.

This afternoon he’s going to solve this for once and for all, probably fighting with the other dumbasses with the help of Undyne or something.

Let’s be clear, he’s strong, but not enough for 20 guys each side, alright?

And instead of asking you to fight with him too, so you can beat the shit out of Billy, that motherfucker, he asked you to stay home with his brother so if someone tries to force their way in you will stop them and protect Sans.

Because the little brother doesn’t trust the other enough to be alone in the Surface yet.

Like Sans can’t protect himself! He got this big ass skulls called “Gaster Blasters” or whatever and you have to protect him!

Fuck you, Papyrus, fuck you.

At least he’s sleeping at your side while you’re watching Mettaton chase someone with a chainsaw in the Candid Camera.

Out of the blue, you sneeze strongly, waking up Sans who gets startled enough for his red eye to lit up. You sneeze again and he looks at you, scared. It’s just…you? The tornado in his brain calms down and his eye gets off.

He almost had a heart attack because of you! Well…if he had any heart, that is.

But there’s a question that is nagging on the corner of his head.

“What the hell as that sound?”

You look at him, internally surprised that he woke up already. You thought you would have to hit him with his pet rock sooner or later.

“What, never heard a sneeze, butthead?”

He says no, he never heard something like that, but for someone like you, all tough and more alike Papyrus that you would like to admit, it’s the cutest thing he ever heard.

Screams are heard from the TV, but they are not loud enough to cover your cute as well laugh, neither the “fuck you” you give him, turning to the TV again. Jeez, Mettaton really cut that monster in half. Oh, nevermind, it regenerated.

Sincerely? Sans don’t give a shit about humans and their stupid ass behaviors and body reactions. But he remembers what a sneeze sounds like, you know why?

Because he asks you out for the first time that afternoon, right after telling you that “no, I would like to do something else”. Now that is something you never forget.

SF!Papyrus:

He was always a curious monster, very, very curious.

Too curious for his own good.

And when the monsters were freed by some random child, his curiosity grown even more.

He looked like a little kid whose parents gave a new video game console! So much to see and explore! So much he doesn’t know about and wants to meet!

This. Is. HEAVEN.

But one thing that really caught his attention was humans.

How does their body work? What behaviors they have that monsters don’t? Do they grow up and get older like monsters or it’s a different process? What type of food they eat? What-

Alright, Papy, we get it.

Life seemed to smile at the skeleton, as he met the perfect person to answer his questions.

You, a kind human, and later on, his wondrous lover.

You got intimate with each other at the speed of light and very soon you’re both sleeping in the same bed in your house. It’s so good having someone who treats you well and doesn’t agree when you say you’re a failure.

Papyrus isn’t able to sleep tonight, he already turned and turned around in the bed, but it’s away to hot for him to sleep, so he gets up to cool a bit.

While he gets his t-shirt off, he observes you, peacefully in your slumber. You are so lovely, so pretty, and those cheeks are so big that he could bite them all day! 💗

Then he has kind of a crazy question: how humans react to stimulus in their sleep? Is his sleepiness talking or curiosity decided to visit him in such hour at daybreak?

Oh well, is not like he has something better to do…or something to do at all.

He then remembers: you are such an extravagant person, he had seen you amounts of times hearing that blue jacket with feathers.

He remembers when you received that jacket. Hapstablook made it for Napstaton, but he didn’t want to hear that “thing”, like he called it, because it is not his style, so he gave it to you. That way, Hapstablook’s work wasn’t in vain.

And oh shit, you really love that ugly jacket. Why? Who knows.

He goes to your closet and pulls out a feather from the jacket, making the effort to not make any noise so you won’t wake up.

You are such a cute, ticklish person! Maybe you have he can tickle you in your sleep too-

Then he sees you are awake, supporting yourself in your elbow while looking at him with an amused smile.

You just saw him riping out the feather from the jacket….

He’s a dead man, isn’t he?

He tries desperately to explain himself to you. That he didn’t mean to just…screw up the jacket. Fuck the jacket! I mean- ugh, damn the nervousness.

And damn the curiosity for that matter.

You laugh at his expression and tell me he doesn’t have to worry about that, you can just stitch up the feather back. But…

Why the hell he wants that feather?

Truth comes up with a blush in his bones and you laugh once more at all his shy body movement. You make room in the bed for him to sit up. You don’t think you can fall asleep so soon now that you woke up so you two can cuddle or make some small talk to be distracted.

Now that he’s sitting at your side, you take the feather from his hand. You ask him if we want to see something interesting, something that he (probably) has never seen before.

Oh no, what are you planning this time? Do you want curiosity to eat him whole? Was that just a “good person” mask?

Oh man, are you going to beat his ass up?

Instead, you tickle your own nose with the feather and sneeze in front of him.

O. m. g

You swear is eye holes get bigger.

You can easily compare his reaction to the ones you get when you are fangirling over some character on a game. He’s completely marveled by what he just heard.

OMG OMG OMG THAT IS JUST THE MOST ADORABLE THING OVER HE’S SO HAPPY YOU ARE HIS LOVER YOU ARE PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT HE WANTS TO HOLD YOU BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND HUMANS ARE SO INTERESTING AND YOU ARE ONE SO YOU ARE INTERESTING BUT YOU ARE MORE INTERESTING THAN THE OTHER AND-

DO. THAT. AGAIN.

You chuckle at his request and do it again, seeing his mood lifting up everytime you do this.

After all, who needs sleep anyways.

MF!Sans:

Mr. Red is a very busy monster, he doesn’t have time to analyze precisely or even care about insignificant things like the human body or even humans at all.

However, sometimes at some…”works” he has to do, he has to listen very carefully to everything’s around him, so he doesn’t get spotted and knows exactly when to attack.

But sneezes is something he never heard, especially from you.

You are a very quiet thing, that’s for sure. You didn’t choose to be the lover of a Mob, but you didn’t choose as well who fall in love with.

Same for Sans, so many hot, trustfull monsters out there that we could fall in love with and it had to be a human?

Oh God help him.

Nonetheless, you have the incredible ability to support all the shit a life in Mafia brings, so it’s not dangerous bullshit that will make you stay away from your monster.

Silence is the key and Sans knows that. He’s so happy that his soul chose a smart person for him to care about.

And for being quiet, you attend a lot of meetings with him (even if you don’t want too because no way you are staying home alone without him or some security).

This meeting now is on some strange club, you would say that is the typical place to get drugged and fuck some whores without having the problem of taking care of the child after the fun, but Sans is not some junkie you see out there in the streets killing themselves with a needle.

You go to a balcony, a calmer place where cigarette’s smoke fills your lungs. So many men in suits in here, so many family men, so many merciless killers, so many possible targets. Even the employees have another type of aura, so must more sophisticated.

The meeting happens normally, so many things being talked about while you just appreciate the arm around your shoulders silently.

While the meeting is occurring, a waitress passes by the sofa you are sitting on. The feather scarf visits your nose and tickles it softly. You try to stop it from coming, but you are weaker than your own body, so your kitten sneeze exits abruptly your lungs.

You can say with certainty that you scared everyone in the meeting, not for being a scary noise, that it isn’t, but for showing that you actually made a noise. Heck, are you capable of doing noises??

All the eyes in the room are placed on you with perplexed faces, especially your boyfriend.

Yep, not intimidating at all.

You look at them with surprise as well, your blush covered by the dark lights, but end up sneezing again.

Everyone in the start slowly laughing at you, how can a person in the Mafia, especially Mr. Red, date such thing as you? What a little doll you are, what are you doing with a Mob?

Not all bad boys are dateable for people like you.

Sans senses that their laughing is not just because the situation is funny, it’s because they are making fun of you. He sees that you are uncomfortable with it, you didn’t mean it. Not at all.

You look down at the floor, not knowing how to react at all the mean mouths. You date a Mob, you should know who to react, not be embarrassed by it, but...

The laughing starts to calm down. Sans gets up from his seat, oddly relaxed, and looks at everyone in the room with a smile.

“Gentlemen.”

He takes the gun out and shoots everyone in the head, one by one. You don’t even know how no one had the speed to react in time but....they didn’t.

He offers you his hand to get up from the sofa and you take it, getting up and exiting the building with him, his arm around your waist.

You know you should not be surprised by the scene you just watched, but...you are.

You ask him why he did it. It was because you sneezed and they made fun of you? You certainly feel warm for that but he shouldn’t.

He doesn’t answer you, just smirks and take a cigar out of his pocket.

“You know, one of the things that I love in you, it’s your cuteness.”

“Never forget that.”

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darkpetal16 · 3 months ago

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First of all i have to say your games are SOOO GOOD! I can't even comprehend how much I enjoy them, it's kinda hard to put it into words! I hope you keep making them and never lose passion for what you love! And I also wish all the best for you and you love ones/family❤

I was also curious if you see any of the mafiafell brothers as family man or father material? Would the want a family with the reader

Thank you!!

Re the brothers—

Mafiafell Wingding (Don) would not want kids. He already raised his brothers and it’s not a stress he wants to relive. This isn’t something he’d like to negotiate. If you force it on him, he’ll step up and help raise them, but he will absolutely resent you for it. If married, he wouldn’t divorce but it’d come very close to it.

Now Don as an uncle? Absolutely. He’d be the best uncle. All the fun without any responsibility sounds like a perfect combination to him. Not only would he spoil his niece(s)/nephew(s) rotten, but he’d spoil their future kids rotten as well!

Mafiafell Sans (Hit) wouldn’t want kids on his own, but he wouldn’t be upset if had some. He helped raise Boss so he knows the basics, but he’s pretty lax about it. He’s got a lot of survivor bias that will be hard to deal with when co parenting with him. Think. . . “I survived XYZ, so my kid would too.” Even if by all accounts he either shouldn’t have survived, or came away traumatized without realizing it. Don’t be surprised if you come home to a preschooler playing with a gun.

“What? I was ‘round this age when I learned how ta shoot.”

“You?? Also?? Shot yourself?? You still have the fracture??”

“And I learned not ta do it again.”

Mafiafell Papyrus (Boss) wants kids one day. He wants many kids, actually (minimum of five). He’s always wanted a huge family. He’d be a very hands on dad and always have planned family outings. He’d have so much fun playing with them and helping them with their homework. He’d be so proud of any and all of their achievements, small and large alike.

He’d bicker with his brothers about them though. He doesn’t want Don & Hit to spoil them rotten. Just a little spoiling is enough.

PLAY IF - MAFIAFELL FOR THEIR ROUTES HERE

MASTERLIST

#undertale #undertale au #interactive fiction #x reader #mafiafell #mafiafell sans #Mafiafell wingding #Mafiafell papyrus #x you #hc #headcanons

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sillyguy99 · 9 months ago

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There is no fear in love

(Mafiafell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Two: Bittersweet Greeting (His POV)

[Index | Previous | Next]

Notice:

(To those who read Chapter One, please be aware that a few minor but crucial details of the story have been changed, such as the Reader's age and Sans's height and description.)

(You can re-read the chapter for those details, though you can also wait until Chapter Four and Five, where those details will be highlighted!)

• • • • •

With a soft push forward, Sans breaks free and steps aside.

Yet – unlike what the woman before him has demanded him to do – he doesn't move from where he's standing.

"i know this is… difficult to take in, but you gotta let me explain."

She scowls, then clenches her jaw and steps forward.

"What is there to explain, Sans? Your kind hurt my child, and now you're waltzing into my life, saying you're free to do as you want, only because they've-"

"please. everythin'll make more sense if ya hear me out. i can promise you that. i'm not tryna justify anythin'; i just wanna talk to ya 'bout what happened."

She steps back, eyes easing into a calmer expression of distrust: from hatred to impatience.

"...Speak."

Her voice, though mellow and tremulous, establishes both authority and patience, and her posture follows the same route: straight and courtly.

He needs to be severely mindful of what he plans to do next – that much is obvious.

The opportunity is a rare one.

"well…" He can barely manage to speak, her gaze too alert for him to not feel judged with each choice he makes. "frisk-"

And speaking of the devil, Frisk barges into the garden.

Despite being sleepy-eyed and them sporting a full bed-head, their concern is unmistakable in both their posture and expression. They've overheard their mother raise her voice, and it's not too complicated to figure out what consequences that will bring. Sans still being cornered is another factor that will likely make the situation more difficult to explain. He can only imagine how they would've reacted had they stepped in when she was holding him by the collar. Either they would act in favour of her, or him, or as their last-case scenario: search for a middle ground.

"What happened?" they ask, looking back and forth between him and their mother. "I heard mom screaming!"

"uh…"

Finding himself between a rock and a hard place, Sans looks toward the woman in question, hoping to receive help – no matter what kind.

In response, she frowns, then looks at Frisk.

"Dear…"

She rushes to their side and places her hands over their shoulders, a patient smile showing through.

"We're okay. I just…"

Her gaze goes back to him, as if asking for help in return.

And, improvisation being his expertise only when it came to matters not as serious as this one, he delays far more than what he's accustomed to. There's a pause far too long and far too uncomfortable for his and – noting by the look on her face – her liking. Frisk is the one who remains waiting, expression unchanged.

"i was showin' 'er some of my magic, and she got surprised," he says, huffing.

That last part wasn't supposed to happen. Sans truly shouldn't be huffing if he wants that already awful lie to be somewhat believable, so he pretends that huff has to do with him wanting to apologize for waking them up. His apology is weak, yet that doesn't seem to be their primary concern. Frisk's eyes brighten at the same time they widen. They appear to care little about him being sorry and more about what he was expecting: more context on just what kind of magic he was performing.

"Really?" they ask, breaking free from their mother's hold to run off toward him. "Like the one you used when a man tried to-" They stop, seeming to have noticed their mistake in letting themself speak before thinking. "Um…"

Their mother catches on quick and sends suspicious eyes his way before returning her focus on Frisk.

"When a man tried to do what, dear?" she asks, gaze narrowing.

Sans feels the urgency to intervene, though Frisk's droopy posture and downcast expression suggests it won't be that easy to escape from the trouble they've gotten themself into.

So, he waits.

"I, um…"

Frisk twists and turns their shoes, and they avoid her gaze like they've already pleaded guilty.

"Sans spooked some bad guys away with his bone magic," they exclaim, their change in mood as sudden as the light rain that starts to fall.

And while their mother tries to protect them from the rain by rushing through her belongings to find cover, Frisk shakes their head and states they have to do something before they go to their room.

"You just had to see it! I was gonna get taken away, but Sans was like…"

They recreate the bone attack scene with a stick they find on the ground, including into their impromptu dramatization sound effects and facial expressions worthy of recognition. And they act it out well: with proper opening, climax, closing, and all. Using two different voices – one for the human man and one for Sans himself – they couldn't have put more effort into an action-packed play had they actually tried to rehearse beforehand. It even ends with them recreating how they themself reacted to having been saved, and with how they imitate their own voice in a more exaggerated tone, they hit one of their mother's weak spots. As they conclude the recreation, she resists a laugh and clears her throat, yet still ends up snorting far louder and covering her mouth when they imitate police sirens and them running away with Sans as they leave the unconscious man behind.

"...And that's what happened," they say, each word bursting with contentment. "Maybe we saw and treated each other a lil differently when I was trying to leave the Underground, but… But now we're friends, and they all helped me find you!"

The amusement she allowed to slip past ends as she ushers them to her side.

Sans can only stay quiet and watch as she places her hand against the back of their head, then moves it across their hair and pulls them closer, hugging them tighter than she had at the beginning.

"That's…" She sighs and closes her eyes tighter, though it's not enough to keep a tear from breaking free. "That's great, dear. You'll have to tell more about that later, but…" Her body is visibly shaky, and she covers that with a smile. "We'll have to talk more about this later, alright? …About everything."

"Sure," they state, grinning. "You want me to go back to bed, don't you? I can tell from the look on your face!"

The woman chuckles and nods.

"Yes, please," she replies, kissing their forehead. "You know me well."

• • • • •

Fast-forward to a few hours composed of awkward silence as he receives a tour of the convent and dinner prepared by an elderly nun, and Sans is wiped out despite it still being early in the night.

Now, he finds himself in her room, this one small yet tidy. The decor is simplistic: a family picture hung on an empty wall, a few potted plants in a corner, and knick-knacks on her dresser. What space isn't occupied by the bed and the dresser is taken away by a desk and a nightstand. There's no closet around, but one simple glance at another corner to see an ironing board explains the neatness of her clothing after having washed up. The bulb fixed to the ceiling hardly helps fight against the dark, though she lights up a candle and opens the window and curtains to let the moon's glow seep into the room.

"They were put in danger, and yet… This is the happiest I've seen them in a while."

The woman says that without a hint of a smile on her face. Her lips are a straight line, there are creases on her forehead, and she has her hands firmly folded over her lap. Her posture's rigid, and he can see the tension in each movement she makes.

"So, with that said, I…"

She picks at her nails, then stops herself when her skin bleeds, something she quickly takes care of by taking a wet wipe from her dresser and cleaning her hands with it.

"I'll be observing you for some time, until I'm sure Frisk is in good hands."

The aforementioned child has thankfully fallen asleep. Albeit, Sans isn't sure whether he would've preferred having them around or not. The idea of being alone with their mother for the rest of the night is an unwelcome one. No matter how much he appreciated Frisk for all their help, there are still a handful of limits he can't bring himself to take away. He can gladly show her his potential, but having to confront her like this is something he wishes to avoid. She could react in a way he wouldn't be prepared enough for, and that could lead to more trouble along the way. As such, he decides it's best to leave her room as fast as politely possible – the sooner, the better. He could apologize later for ending the conversation so abruptly.

"Where are you going?" she asks, the very second he tries to reach for the doorknob.

She sets her hand over his, and it's then that he regrets not having simply used his magic to end his bind.

"Are you alright? Your body feels hot."

It's either his recent lack of sleep getting to him, or he's let the pressure of being alone with Frisk's mother get to his head and mess with his common sense.

"i'm, uh… i'm overwhelmed. sorta," he replies, avoiding eye contact. "i have a feelin' i'll disappoint you, and that i'll make frisk more upset, in the process."

Her fingers lace with his, and she tugs with caution.

"Is that why you've been… silent, this whole time?"

His hand sheds cold, cold sweat, and he stops right where he is, the door left ajar.

"yeah."

She closes the door and makes him turn around with a nudge on his shoulder.

"Then rest-assured," she says, smiling. "I will allow time for you to get adjusted, while I ask Frisk about their journey."

Soon after, she leads him off to bed and gestures for him to sit down on the edge.

"...Meanwhile, I would like to get to know you better."

The room dims as the wind blows out the candle, so she excuses herself to light it again.

"Because, for better or for worse, I talked to them before they went back to bed, and… " A winded breath leaves her mouth. "They told me you hadn't… intervened much in their journey, neither to help nor harm them."

The scent of lemon enters his nose cavity as she retrieves some lip balm from her nightstand.

He looks away, until he hears her close the drawer and sit next to him.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but…" She faces her lap, and with how gloomy she looks, it's not farfetched to believe she's judging herself at the same time she's judging him. "Both not hurting someone and actively choosing not to intervene when they are being hurt – though different – are bad in their own ways." A pause accompanies that statement as she tries to recover from the shakiness of her voice. "And with what they said about you helping them with some men who wanted to take them away, it… wouldn't be wrong to say you're now doing more for them than I have through these… past few months."

The woman stands up and walks off to her nightstand, where there's a jug of water and two cups placed on top of a doily.

"I've failed them more than once, so while I try to make amends, I hope you prove to be a good caretaker, and…"

She pours some water into both cups and hands one out to him.

"Perhaps… We could be friends?"

Sans stares at the water like it's a mana potion – a quest item waiting to be picked up.

And, noticing his uncertainty in taking up the offer, she giggles.

"You can decline if you want to, and you can still take the water, if you're thirsty."

He chuckles, stares at her, and then at the water.

"thanks," he says, taking the cup. "for the water, and for askin' to be friends."

With one movement forward, he chugs the water and sighs.

"i'd like that."

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