Do you love Sans? How about the numerous AU versions of him? Of course you do, that's why you're reading this. So if you're looking for some X Reader oneshots with your favorite Sans, I might be able to sate that craving.
Pairing: Prince! Nightmare Sans ||OR|| Prince! Dream Sans x Princess! Female Reader Prompt: With no choice but to marry a rich prince to save your people, you make the selfless decision and try to approach your new life with open arms and a bright smile - but you're not the only one with an ulterior motive. Type: angsty, Victorian era style fun, plenty of secrets, leads to two separate & v different outcomes Length: 6k words Background: This is your stereotypical 'Nightmare is the prince of a kingdom, you're the princess of another kingdom, and y'all get into an arranged marriage' shtick. I explain everything so you shouldn't need to know much more than that. (What time period does this take place in? Uh, next question-) For those that didn't know: Dust is also called Murder (they're interchangeable) Notes: Multiple people requested variations of this | Bro I worked on this for 10 hours 😭 just to get the first draft done. This is 1000% a short story at least condensed into a one-shot (if 16k words can even be called a one-shot anymore). I didn't do nearly enough research into old-timey royalty & kingdoms for the length this ended up being- As I was writing this for Nightmare, I noticed Dream and you share some easy chemistry so I changed it up so it's a two parter. Reading Part 1 (this) is necessary to read either of the Part 2s (Nightmare or Dream), but this isn't a stereotypical 'both boys love you and you have to choose who to be with' deal. I wrote it all the way through as a Nightmare x Reader then added a branch off to make a Dream x Reader in addition - you'll understand what I mean if you check out the info section (pairing/prompt/type/etc) in the Dream one. Also, the royal guards' armor looks like this:
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I rolled the single, small potato around on my plate with a fork, wondering if it only looked so tiny because there was nothing else to accompany it on the dish. My stomach growled and I winced, glancing up at my parents, but they seemed too lost in thought to notice. My eyes flickered up to the servant standing beside me – the one that brought out the chef's dish to lay in front of me – but he avoided my gaze like he expected me to take out my anger on him. How could I be mad when this was the last of the food we had left and he was just as hungry as me?
I heard the sound of his stomach rumbling and he placed a hand over it, almost turning his head away in an effort to avoid my curious gaze, and I pushed my plate towards him. "Take it."
"(Y/n)," Mother reprimanded, shooting me a displeased look – but it wasn't nearly convincing enough when I knew Mother was just trying to save face. Father could barely raise his head and he'd been slowly weakening as the weeks progressed, and while he made sure Mother and I ate, I couldn't recall the last time I saw a plate in front of him at the dinner table as well.
"How bad is it?" I asked, breaking my stare on the servant to glance Mother's way.
"That is not a polite conversation topic when we are eating dinner." Each word was delivered with clear authority, reminding me of my place, but even behind closed doors, they refused to tell me anything.
