#Mobtale Sans x Reader Familial

[ant1quarian]

Mafiaboys adopting a teenage (15) who was about to be unknowingly married off to a much (30) older dude(This dude is working under him and is secretly selling out information) Turns out Teen Y/N has no idea thinking this was a little coming of age but this is basically a wedding to force her into it.

Basically the wedding didn't cut and she ends up running out as quickly as she could and the story could pick off from there.

Ew ew ew ew, fuck that! You thought as you sprinted down the street full-speed, ducking and swerving as your white shoes quickly got dirty.

You didn't want to fuckin' be married off this young!

You'd barely lived!

You could hear the footsteps of your would-be husband quickly following you, calling out your name as the two of you continued to run.

You detoured into a back alley as soon as you could, determined to get this motherfucker off of your trail.

You hadn't anticipated hitting a dead-end.

What you also hadn't anticipated was for the man's SOUL to get tugged out. A flash of purple nearly blinded you before there was nothing but a tiny puddle of blood left to decorate the concrete earth.

A tall, intimidating form stepped out of the shadows- almost seeming to materialize from them- before turning their head towards you and fixing you with glowing mismatched eyelights.

You nearly choked on air when the pure danger radiating through the air finally reached you.

Another two figures appeared in respective bursts of red and blue.

... and that was, essentially, the story of how you got adopted by three of the most terrifying Mafia Figures in all of history.

It was a slow process, mind you. Sometimes Soot would randomly tail you for absolutely no reason at all. Sometimes Hit would turn up and inquire if anyone was getting too handsy or pushing you into things. Colt had been the one to buy you a cottage with your name down for everything so that you knew it wouldn't be able to taken from you.

They were funky at times, but surprisingly sweet considering their job.

... You decided to ignore the fact that anyone who dared to treat you like shit vanished off of the face of the earth.

( Thank you, Amono, for the ask!)

[catsitta]

Ideas, Ideas, Ideas—

—and where we go from here?

With my mermay post, it reminded me that I should go poke around in my wips and see what needs doing and oh my. I thought I'd share some of the ideas I've got in the box that I haven't posted before. Feel free to share your thoughts.

READER FICS

Power Absolute Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

After watching Sans perform at one of the speakeasies with ties to the family, you decide to make him yours. Caged birds sing so beautifully, don’t they?

Mobtale | Sans/Reader | Oneshot

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A Wonderful Life You’ve lived in the city your whole life. Went to college, got a piece of paper that set you to be in an office until you retired. But then some distant relative left you a little farm in the middle of nowhere, and instead of selling the property that the old owner even noted as decrepit and haunted, you decided to upturn your life and move the Valley. Crazy right?

Then again, were you even living or just going through the motions?

Were you happy?

Farmingtale | Multiship | Slow Burn

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The Gamer and The Glitch Between the piles of junk and half-rotting furniture, you find him.

Reader Insert | Bittiebones AU | Error x Ink

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[LUST.TXT] (Installment in the Caramel Macchiatos Series) You’re a fledgeling website designer with a nightmare client that is driving you to wits end. Sans is the stranger that makes you forget your troubles just by talking. You never expected to react the way you do.

Reader Insert | Female Reader | Lust!Sans/Reader

KUSTARD

Cherry Red The problem with the multiverse is that sometimes, your evil twin ends up with an eviler twin.

Kustard/Cherry Kustard? | Oneshot

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Just Survive

Sans just wanted to see his brother alive again. He wasn’t expecting to be drop kicked sideways into a literal hellscape where his only hope at survival rests in the claws of his paranoid, shark-toothed alternate. At least he has a version of Papyrus back in his life. Even if he is a squalling babybones.

Kustard | Oneshot | Dark Fic

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Some of you may be wondering, what about the others fics? Have any info on those? WELL! Hello Sunshine, Smoke in the Mirror, Cmmd + Shift (Underfell Caramel Macchiatos) and No + Escape (Mobtale Caramel Macchiatos), all have chunks written. And I'm trying to stay in the habit of updating Smoke in the Mirror. I have some starts of chapters for Moving Day and a few chapters for Bubblewrap Blues (sorry folks, this one is another one with an update schedule and I'd like to finish This Way Up first. Oathbound (which was a very popular spicy kustard oneshot idea from last year) is in that tricky state of, almost too long to be called a oneshot, but how do I end this if I do leave it as a oneshot, and do I need to expand it further or cut it down? I may also have poked a bit at the PM2/Undertale fusion, trying to figure out how best to tell the story of a god slayed angel child that only ever really dreamed of being was a princess.

And I have even more ideas and half started fics that aren't here. Like the much requested tale of the missing years/perspective in All That Jazz. It's just...so many. And some will get finished. Some will get dropped. But there are days where it's almost like overload. I want them out of my head onto paper and they all just crowd each other out. Especially during busy season when I don't have as much opportunity or emotional energy to focus on downtime projects like art and fanfics.

[catsitta]

A Selection of Previews

[Previews of fics I have been working on, I'd love some feedback on what folks would like to see next! Keep in mind that these samples may be pulled from the start...or from the middle. ;)]

Goodbye Morning You’re dead. At least, you’re pretty sure the car crash killed you. You just never imagined Death would be a giant skeleton in a lab coat and taped on glasses. A divergent path from Hello Sunshine, wherein you’re a human bittie accidentally created by Sans, the elder son of the infamous W. D. Gaster.

It is dark.

That is the first thought born in the weightless void that is your burgeoning awareness. Like an abandoned computer left to decay, suddenly plugged back in, electricity sparking through wasted circuits and crumbling wires, you FEEL. There is a lurch and surge after the first, distant glimmer of sensation, followed by the hum and a whirl of a thing you know as noise.

What happened?

Your second thought is accompanied by a thing you name memory. It’s a hazy, disjointed flash that sputters through the dark nothing. The screech of tires. The loss of control. Impact. Blackness. A moment captured by a flashbulb and set on loop. What existed before a haze, and the end as abrupt as a newborn’s first breath. The thing named memory blurs and blots, the darkness filling in the cracks until once more all you know is a vast nothing. And then, not even that.

Awareness retreats until all that remains of you is the singular idea of you. Of existing. You might have stopped Being if not for a pull. A fine thread in the darkness that is not you. That what remains of you is caught by, anchored like a fly stuck in a spider’s web. Once more it tugs and it is enough to bring about a third thought.

Hello?

And that is enough.

You breathe

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No+Esc You’re a fledgeling website designer with a nightmare client that is driving you to wits end. Sans is the well-dressed skeleton that makes the wrong offer at the wrong time. Your answer isn’t what he expected.

Reader Insert | Female Reader | Mobtale!Sans/Reader

Third installment of Caramel Macchiatos

Ready to shank any moron that might dare poke fun at your situation, your expression blackened, the desire to curl up in bed for a week almost too tempting to resist. You're about to pick up and start packing when you notice how…quiet the shop had become. A hush having fallen that made the skin prickle and the throat dry. You glance around in time to see the exact cause of the sudden silence stop at your table. Two cups of coffee in either hand was a skeleton monster.

Shit.

He wasn't very large, maybe your height if that, with an oddly stocky build for a bag of bones. But it was the fine, blue suit with a gleaming silver pin on the matching tie, that told anyone and everyone to be wary. The fancy dressed monsters were dangerous. Humans that crossed them wrong had a bad habit of unfortunate things happening to them. Not that humans gave monsters many options in terms of justice, for worse or not.

When monsters emerged from Mt. Ebott, everything seemed to go well…at first. Then the riots started. The violent protests. Despite extensive attempts at peace, the monsters found themselves on the bad side of bigotry, and suffered terrible casualties. At the end of it all, when they finally clawed out a place amongst humanity, they had hardly any protections. Police didn't follow up on murders for monsters. It was near impossible for them to find honest work. Landlords denied them all but the worst of accommodations. And yet the monsters endured. They endured and endured and endured...until their king and queen were murdered, assassinated in front of their people during a speech on Freedom Day.

Monsters scattered after that. But not without a purpose. Without a means to fight back. If they couldn't make an honest living, then they'd make one any way they could. They took their gold, their magic and their community and select factions rose up. Became untouchable. Just like the crime families of new and old. Some had more influence than others, peddling powerful healing items or drugs that affected the very soul for a high unlike any other.

Even now, as more and more businesses and people opened up to monsters, there remained the knowledge that a well-dressed monster could mean trouble if you crossed them. And it was humanity's own fault that things turned out like this.

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Oathbound Sans is sworn to the obey the crown. The very one that now rests on his brother’s head. They’ve made it work—Sans continuing his work as Advisor and Judge in this dark, fragile timeline, and Papyrus acting the role of king. But it all falls apart when invaders from an alternate timeline cross the boundary between their worlds and threaten war. The Underground cannot survive further casualties and in both good faith and desperation, Papyrus does what any ruler would do to save his people.

He signs a treaty.

UT!Sans x UF!Sans x UF!Papyrus | King Papyrus Ending | No More Resets

Sans knew something was amiss the moment Papyrus entered his room.

The hours passed by in pained silence, the elder brother unable to sleep, waiting for that moment when the bond shattered and he was freed from his orders. But it never came. He wasn’t sure if his brother being alive was a good sign or not (what a horrible little monster he was, considering that a better outcome might be his brother’s death). He scanned Papyrus’ skull, cutting a pale figure in the haggard dark, searching for an answer. All he found was regret. Guilt. Shame.

“what did you do, bro?”

Papyrus gripped the doorframe, nudging an abandoned sock with the toe of his boot, “N-nothing yet.” But he was considering something. What kind of terrible, wretched thing did his dark reflection ask of him? If he demanded the crown, he doubted Papyrus would be looking at him this way, like a lost little boy. Sans sighed, and shifted so that he sat on the edge of the bed, arms held open. Papyrus rushed into his embrace and for long, countless minutes, they simply clung to one another. “They explained how they came here, brother. It...none of it made much sense. It was all kinds of time-space shenanigans that you would have understood better. Something about...collapsing the boundary between our universes in a search for...resources.”

He shifted, “They never said it outright, but...I think they’re looking for human souls.”

“why do you think that?” Sans cursed his brother’s impulsiveness, but his already aching Soul couldn’t muster the energy required to be angry.

“...just...a feeling.”

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A Skeleton's Bride

One might call selling yourself to the highest bidder giving up. Maybe it is. But when living is a burden plagued by monsters no one else seems to see, is it so wrong to hand over control to someone else? You don't care what happens to you...as long as someone else gives you a reason to live.

When a cloaked figure walks into the auction hall and throws a ridiculous sum of money onto the stage, you are thrust into a strange new life of magic and mages.

And for some reason, all his friends keeps asking when the wedding will take place!

Sans/Reader | Female!Reader | Ancient Magus Bride Inspired

“Are you certain this is what you wish?”

The lights are blinding. It is nigh impossible to see through the dazzling glow pouring down upon the stage, illuminating the merchandise. A centuries old painting doesn’t care. Nor does any of the typical faire have reason or means to complain how they are displayed for the bidders. You drop your gaze to your bare feet, body heavy. It would be so easy to just close your eyes, take a step forward and—

“Very well, if you are sure. Just sign here…”

—you draw in a ragged breath. Somewhere, you hear a male voice ‘selling’ you to the crowd. “A Red Soul”, he explained, “Sighted.” As if those were things of value. All those two traits gained you were grief and hardship. Normal girls didn’t see monsters. They weren’t cursed. Most of the time all the monsters mentioned was your soul, whispering amongst each other as if it were a treasure they wished to devour, and you pretended you could neither see nor hear them. Because when they learned of your Sight, some became relentless and hostile, as if wanting to drive you mad for daring to look upon them.

“As of now, you are item nine at the next auction.”