#mobtale sans

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hey there! Do you have any fanfic that related with mobtale/mafiatale sans x female reader?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Speakeasy Soul by nighttimelights (Mature, Incomplete)

5 years ago, monsters were freed from the Underground. Now, magic food and drink are illegal thanks to the prejudice of most of humanity and an alternate universe of '30s style and taste, Prohibition, and the age of the mafias has arisen. Speakeasies serving magic food and alcohol abound, and you are a singer for the largest and most popular of the monster-run speakeasies, El Fuego Del Alma. Tensions have only increased over the past few years, and a run-in with a bunch from a human mafia sets you on a path pulling you ever closer to your newest acquaintance, Sans - a laid-back skeletal monster mobster with a knack for giving you goosebumps in more ways than one. Drawn to one another in an era of danger, alcohol, drugs, and intrigue, you find yourself irrevocably intertwined in the darkest workings of the shadowy side of Ebott City.

Move Up, Sly Fox by Sagittarian_Solstice (Not Rated, Incomplete)

You have lived in the countryside for all your life. Your folks passed when you were young, but left you with an inheritance that just matured. You've always wanted to be a singer, so you try your hand in Ebott city. Can you survive the Mob warpath on your way to fame? ****SFW****

informant by alchemic (Mature, Incomplete)

Peace. Unity. Prosperity. That was the oath of the Ebott City Peacekeepers, a police force within the grandiose city created to deal with the rising rate of crime of the growing population. You, an Enforcer, know better than anyone that the town's corruption had gotten out of hand, and the citizens of this city are suffering because of it. So, you make a deal with a skeleton. Information for information. Together you plan on dismantling this oppressive force in hopes of saving your beloved hometown, and both the humans and monsters who inhabit it. Too bad you'll have to go through hell to do it.

The Graveyard Shift by font_romantic (Explicit, Incomplete)

1920s, Manhattan, New York; 100 years after the Monster War and the Peace Treaty was signed- allowing monsters of all shapes and sizes to reside on the surface and make a life for themselves and their families. There is still plenty of prejudice against the monsters in these current times, as there is prejudice against anyone different or uncommon within the world as a whole, but times are changing and humans are adapting. There are those in this city who wish humans would adapt much faster and have since established political groups and parties in an attempt to push their own agendas for civility and equality through polite presentation and example- there are also those who see such things as slow going and wish to speed things up on their own terms; no matter how dark and underhanded those terms may be. Enter the Reader. One, bob-haired, female reporter plucked from the countryside with hopes to make it big in Monster Manhattan and the great wide city beyond. You've done your best so far, landing a gig at 'The Tribunal', a small paper company from the lower eastside, but you're ambitious and determined, and you're hungry for more. Let's hope you haven't bitten off more than you can chew.

Do I Wanna Know? by font_romantic (Explicit, Complete)

Reader is a bob-haired reporter from the 1920s. Straight laced and eager at one point, you've turned to the darker side of life in New York and have found yourself immersed in the seedy underbelly of mafia controlled streets for one reason and one reason alone- Sans the Skeleton. He came into your life on a threat and made himself a regular, now you're drawn to him in the most dangerous of ways and you honestly don't know why. You guess the real question at the end of all of this is: do you wanna know?

[lizzie-tempest]

had a dream last night that Mob Sans wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to bed because i had fallen asleep and then cuddled me and i am so mad that that isn't my reality right now 😩

[sovlstr]

6 month difference(June 28 - January 22).

Mafia!Horror created by @aka-indulgence and @llamagoddessofficial, specific design by @soul-shenanigans. It was time for a redraw 🤍

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[mazlodowki]

IM ALIVE AND GOT MY OWN IPAD FOR BIRTHDAY + CHRISTMAS

have some doodles of @fisheebonez ‘s Delia because I am in love with her

[ut-museum-guide]

Comfort Fics to Soothe the Soul

_In no particular order

4 fics contain dark themes

5 fics contain smut (3 of 5 eventual)

12 fics are reader fics

5 fics are Sans x Sans

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1. Skeleton Games

By poetax (279k words)

Characters: Muffet, Red, Edge, Reader

Tags: Feuding neighbors, vampire reader

Note: None

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2. Doom and Gloom All Up in Your Room

by TrashCollector (95k)

Reader (room owner), Dust, Horror

Domestic harem

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3. A Sea of Hope

By Aylish91 (26k)

Reader (runaway skeleton), Axe (Horror)

Piratetale, Y/N x Axe

Note: abuse recovery

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4. Poor Little Meow Meow

By Mystique, TallDumbass (58k)

Reader (vet), Killer

Fluff and Angst, domestic, ship

Note: eventual occasional smut

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5. A Lovely House of Bones

By Green_Heart88 (37k)

@/greenheartart

Reader (host), Sans, Paps, Blue, Stretch, Edge, Red

Domestic living + recovery

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6. Six Skeletons, One Store Clerk

By mccloudydayz (249k)

Reader, Sans, Paps, Red, Edge, Stretch, Blue +

Harem, Domestic, multiverse shennanigans

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7. Aggre(g/v)ation

By Llama_Goddess (180k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Skull, later Mobfell Sans

Domestic, lots o’ shippin’

Note: Mobfell’s house onwards is intense

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8. On the Top of the Bone Pile

By Lyrjok (422k)

Reader (in band), Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Gaster Sans

Harem,

Note: eventual smut

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9. Dirty Laundry

By popatochisp (162k)

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

Domestic, romance

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10. Stowaway Bitty

By Historically Dragon (301k)

Bittybones (Brassberry), Reader (broke and making do)

Slice of life

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11. A Trio of Misfits

By Sabinarius (56k)

Bittybones (Baby Blue, Lil Bro), Reader

Slice of life, money troubles

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12. Smoke in the Mirror

By Catsitta (76k)

Mobfell Ensemble, Red, Sans

Sans x Sans

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13. The Killing Kind (Comic)

By @/thegrinningkitten

Geno-Error x Reaper, Sans x Sans

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14. Papyrus Dates a Bird

By WhatteauYouDoing (70k)

Reader (bird), Papyrus, Sans

Slice of life, magi

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15. That Danger that Lurks Underwater

By AKA_Indulgence (67k)

Sans (meroctopus), Red (mermaid), Edge (mermaid), Reader (human)

Toxic romance, Sans x Reader

Note: dark themes

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16. Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons

By RecklesslyCaffeinated (90k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Horror

Nurse x prison inmates, harem

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17. Who Done It?

By Catsitta (15k) complete

Mafia Sans, Mafia Red, Mafia Edge, Reader (barista)

Mafia!Kustard, mystery, Sans x Sans

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18. Cave Bear

By Llama_Goddess (35k)

Reader, Horrorfell Sans, Horrorfell Papyrus

Fall into underground, daily grind

Note: dark themes

Related one shot

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19. Just Buisness

Catsitta (37k)

Sans, Red

Single parent struggle, sugar daddy red

Sans x Sans (debatable)

Note: dark themes

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20. Burn Me Down

By Gypsum Lilac (22k)

Edge, Reader

Fast food domestic, mental health

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21. Storm

By Nilchance

Horror, Sticks (Farmtale Sans)

Hurt/comfort, Sans x Sans

Note: smut

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22. The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

Sans, Horror, Blue, Reader (ex soldier)

Animal instincts, harem, kink

Note: smut

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23. Little Red

By Spectroscope (53k)

@/spectascopes

Human!SwapPaps, Human!SwapSans, OC bittybones

Bittybones, trauma recovery

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24. Firsts and Seconds

by Skerb (103k)

Sticks (Farmtale Sans), Bitey/Buddy (Horrortale Sans)

Injury recovery, strangers to lovers, Sans x Sans

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25. Starry Eyed

By nilchance (90k)

Sans, Red, Edge, Stretch, Gaster (AI)

Prison recovery, soulmates, pirates, outer space, Sans x Sans, Stretch x Edge, Red x Edge

Note: dark themes, occasional smut

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26. AVA

By Inyahs (356k)

Anomaly OC, bittybones oc, UTMV ensemble

~ Wise crack hermit goes on adventure with grumpy insomniac bitty~

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From @undertale-museum

[venelona]

A Christmas gift for @rainbowmoonmaiden86 💖✨ Thank you for always supporting me! 🥰

[chocosirtartz]

*Gently knock your door*

Excuse me can you draw mafia sans..

Here ya go, Vae uvu

[katalazhka]

aaaaaaaah gift of this art to the author of the fanfic, like I’m very glad that there will be a continuation ( I don't usually read fanfiction, but this one just hasn't gotten out of my head all these years.)

[element-jenny]

☆: Thanks for tea

[w0rmb]

Please be nice, this is my first time trying to “render,” I was kinda just winging it. But I’m really proud of it as a beginning step!

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If I was a billionaire I would hire someone to find the author and pay as much money as they would take to finish this story. I’ve re-read it recently and it just scratches an itch in my brain no other fic itches. There’s just no other fic I can find that has a world like this one. I just want to read more in this world so BAD ToT Like I grew out of the ship back in elementary school but I still come back to this fic. It’s more than just the ship (obviously since they aren’t even remotely together for good reason.) but the characters and the atmosphere. I mean these are basically just their own characters with Sans’ name plastered on it (Isn’t that just every AU LOL) I love the 1920s era it takes place in and just that whole idea of poor people bonding together and UGH I just love it so much. The comic too??? That comic is my actual inspiration of what I want to make when I get older. The beautiful artstyle. The use of color, the crosshatching shadows. It’s beautiful and portrays the story so beautifully. So this story, that artstyle, and that one comic dub on youtube that voices them all so perfectly with Sans’ and all the characters having that accent? Chefs kiss oh my GOD! All of them combined just created something I WILL rewatch, even if I’m not in the undertale fandom AU. I’ll come back SPECIFICALLY for THIS fic. Anyways I’m done yapping

[improvidence318]

His schedule may already be full but I’m sure he’ll find a way to squeeze you in

[shayromi]

Doodle for “Good food, Good friends, Bad laughs” mobtale fanfic by shyviolet77

Scene from chapter 3. For this fic’s 7th birthday uhuhu

[ant1quar1an]

Mafia boys getting a wife after crashing a rival mafia boss supposed wedding, now they are rewarded with Reader who has a elegant personality she was basically forced into the marriage and all

Mafiatale/Mobtale = Colt

Mafiafell = Hit

Mafiadust = Soot

Colt is kind of partially concerned. He didn't exactly sign up for taking care of someone but fuck, okay. He'll try. He's probably super awkward at the start until he eventually gets more cozy and just chills out. He's a pretty charming guy so he'll try to do all he can to help you out.

Hit is definitely,,, trying his best. He covers up his awkwardness under hundreds of layers of charm, but he's undoubtedly struggling with all of this. Eventually he'll get comfy enough around you to chill out with the level of charming-ness and he'll just be like he usually is.

Soot probably looks at you for a second as he blows your to-be-husband's head off with his magic. He then proceeds to silently stare at you before yoinking you and dropping you off somewhere on the streets. You'd have to follow him and protest for him to actually take you in and let you hang around. He usually isn't a fan of social interaction, but after a long time, when you're not there something feels inherently off.

[sovlstr]

🦴Donfell!Papyrus⚜️

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Read CH.7 featuring Boss here 🥀

PAPYRUS GASTER

Paps/Boss

Age: 27

B/D: 1907

Race: Skeleton Monster

Personality: Dutiful, Ambitious, Logical perfectionist

MBTI: Nietzsche Existentialism ESTJ(Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging)

Soul: Monster

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Flaw 1: Bound by rigid perfectionism, Papyrus strives towards impossibly high standards, his rigidity leaving little room for mistakes and creating high rates of over-criticism.

Flaw 2: His over-dependence on authority leads him to seek validation from perceived higher-ups, adopting their ideals without questioning.

Flaw 3: His upbringing and trauma leads to heavy emotional detachment, often struggling to express vulnerability. His stoicism comes across as cold and alienates those who care about him.

Flaw 4: Portrays an unconscious arrogance from being groomed as an “ideal leader”; adopts a condescending attitude towards those deemed irresponsible or unapproving. This arrogance stems from his insecurities but creates significant friction in most ventures of livelihood.

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Undermined Firstborn- Someone trapped by expectations and struggling to reconcile individuality with the role he’s forced to adapt. Serves as a foil and shadow to Sans, his brother embraces “freedom” and rejects authority to emphasize dominance whereas Papyrus clings to structure and approval.

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Transvaluation of values: The idea that people should independently decide what is good and evil.
Perspectivism: The idea that truth is subjective and comes from each person's perception.
Relativism: The idea that morality is subjective and comes from each person's concept of truth.


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There is a Golden Curse for the Gaster family. True, gold may be an adhered symbol of class for many mobsters and monsters alike, but to each family, is its own significance. The Gaster families hold had little to do with wealth and income but in power.

There is an apparition of deformity inside the skeletons magic; it is an intrusion, one that upon injury, healed scars form a gold filling cellular growth over the wound. For a more depictive instance, Papyrus Gaster sports a particularly flaunty golden jaw. The reason for this jaw is not due to his magic, however- the powers of the gold is only formed at a certain age of 11, or remotely triggered under extreme conditions. As a child during the “Siege of the Underground”, the implementation of trench warfare and militarism disputes was a large last resort for the unfamiliar army of the United States. The aftermath would be the youngest skeleton placed to be in a medical coma after a dense direct explosion destroyed the lower jaw and collar area of his body. At such a weak state and young age, to heal such a severe injury on his own, the 2 were recollected by the W.D. Gaster and taken as as his most estranged remaining family.

With Papyrus unable to recover properly, Wingdings finally stepped in to help his grandchildren, after much begging and force from the distraught yet determined oldest sibling of 11-15. Teaching a young boy who’d seen nothing but death and displacement to weld metal and gold was a troublesome task but it was completed after months time of severe crisis during the war. While Papyrus lingered in his fragile state teetering on life, the magic of his soul was leaking ever so slowly throughout the period. Whilst his speaking abilities were retained certain parts of his soul had been dusted to nothing- reducing his power and healing abilities to little of what’ve have previously been. This is the first incident that truly allows Wings his first perspective into their heritages power- why all skeletons often bear golden “fillings” over their scar much akin to tooth fillings.

Despite all this, you may ask why skeletons are such a rare occurrence in most canon? The gold health formed from their scarred bones serves as a conduit for their soul’s magic, a prevention from the magic “leaking”. Without this natural plug, their magic would dissipate like a human’s life force. Extracting this essence can be extremely valuable— enhancing natural abilities, providing natural source of magic power, can be modified into magic based treatments, and even forged into other conduits.

The sickly mother’s death of the 2 skeleton orphans hold a high truth to the boys most shadowed grandfather, one being Wingdings Gaster, a true scientist who sought to understand the species unique properties. His knowledge drove him to experimentation on the only skeletons left, in the means of unlocking its potential. It is said, as for why the man carries so much grief yet indifference, that each mark of his gold is toiled with the blood of monsters and humans alike, forming the drive towards his own kingdoms near annihilation of 1916.

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[aylish91]

Mafia! Nightmare x Reader?

After being cursed to never sit down, and a long wait, we finally get to see a bit of the man himself! Hope you enjoy!

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When Challengers Fall

“W h a t...”   

The phone creaked dangerously within a black skeletal hand, body unnaturally still in its seat at the desk. Even Killer stilled from the sudden change in his boss. Though he thought he’d seen it all, something much more sinister began brooding within the Don. It had him on edge. Whatever this was, it wasn’t like the rage or anger that normally occurred in this line of work. This, was something else completely.   

It caused sweat to bead on his skull with dread.  

Kingpin Lord Don Nightmare had more than earned the moniker after becoming the undisputed head of the mafia currently in and around Ebbot City. Though he was far from allies with the other factions, his reach was far and hold strong.  

A true king of the Underground. Unyielding and unmovable.  

Something, was very wrong.  

In eerie calmness, the phone was placed back onto the receiver. Then with a slow breath and a steepling of fingers, the dark lord opened his one good socket to a blazing and sharp eyelight.   

“Contact Error. I wish to make a  d e a l.”   

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You had to grit your teeth against the stings and aches as you were half dragged through multiple rooms and hallways into a more secluded part of the building. Multiple men followed behind while more ran ahead to unlock any door that got in your way. Dark hair did little to hide the furious brown eyes of your tormentor as you went, the fresh cut across his cheek and ear making you uncomfortable.  

You were still bound when he came for you, chaos already spreading throughout the building. You hoped it was help. Prayed it was salvation and not a rise before a fall. The only thing going for you at the moment was the fact you hadn’t been outright killed as soon as he showed up. 

But things could always change. 

An explosion somewhere behind you had a few men cursing, plumes of smoke billowing down multiple hallways. Manic glitched laughter could be heard over muffled panicked screams. It made your group move faster. With only a few more turns to make it to a recessed keypad that opened a hidden elevator, the laughter growing unsettlingly close as everyone attempted to fit inside the small space. It wasn’t much longer that you arrived at an underground garage.  

The grip on your upper arm tightened.   

It was quiet, a single light the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. You were surprised to see several bodies littering what little you could see of the area, some disappearing within the shadows.  

Slowly, the first few exited, guns drawn and ready.  

“I’m curious. Did you really think I would roll over so easily?”   

The familiar voice had your hope rising in your chest, unshed tears threatening to fall as you thrashed against your restraints and called out. During your struggle, you ended up between the open doors, forced to your knees by your hair with a gun to your head. Tensions were high as your captor cursed you and gave your head a firm shake.  

“I’m getting tired of these games, Nightmare! All you had to do was give me what I wanted! Now I’m tempted to put a nice pretty hole in your little sunshine’s head. Your parlor tricks don’t affect me!”  

Nightmare’s reverberating growl echoed through the garage as the darkness around the light shifted. “Damn fool. You have failed to account for a great many things, Reed. I didn’t get this far by giving orders from the safety of closed doors, nor listening to whelps like you!” 

Everything moved at once. 

Nightmare formed from the void, fur-trimmed overcoat elegantly slipping from his shoulders as black sharpened tentacles sprang from his back. His once gentle and saccharine smile was now sharp and contorted, almost crazed as he bore his teeth in anger. His eyelight was the brightest you’d ever seen. Dust had appeared from the right, a volley of sharpened bones already formed with his raised gun, Axe charging from the left. 

Just as bullets, magic, and tentacles converged, the light shattered.  

The doors closed.  

Only a couple of other men remained inside with you, frantically trying to get the buttons to work. Reed pushed you over to slam a fist against the doors in his rage. Turning back to you, a sick expression of glee formed on his face as he raised his gun, only stopping when the elevator shook with a bang. 

“Surprise!” 

The upper panel flew open as blue strings snaked in, Killer effortlessly sliding down while simultaneously kicking one man in the face and then stabbing the other in the chest. He was fast, making short work of the two stragglers before turning his attention to Reed. Dodging a round, he pushed forward to use his shoulder to slam him into the far wall, effectively disarming the man. You maneuvered yourself as best you could out of the way while Killer leveled a gun back at Reed's chest.  

With a smug grin and a snap of his fingers, the doors to the elevator opened, grin ticking higher at the sight of his freshly stained boss patiently waiting just outside. “Unfortunate really. I won’t be able to finish the job. Seems the Boss wants a word.”  

Reed wasn’t even able to retort before black tendrils wrapped around his neck and body, dragging him out and squeezing. Admiring the struggling figure dangling above the floor, he waved a hand at the others. 

“Watch over them. I have business to attend to. I think it's time to show the others what awaits them If they DARE touch what’s  M I N E.” 

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Tainted but safe arms took you home and away from that hell.  

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You weren’t allowed to watch or read the news for a month. You figured you didn’t need to know about it anyway. 

Grandmaster Post Mafia Master

[mega-punani]

I’m gonna lose my mind over mafiatale/mobtale sans;; can you do a mt sans x reader? Anything is fine since I’m out of brain juice rn

I am also out of brain juice- but just for you, I'll crank something out