Sans AU One-Shots

Epic || demonic protector.

Pairing: Demon! Epictale Sans x Summoner! Reader
Prompt: In a world where demon summoning is a deadly profession and the smallest mistake could cost a summoner their life, Epic enters the scene and changes the entire ambiance of the story - which is rather inconvenient for you, seeing as nobody wants to pay for a demon that seemingly doesn't take anything seriously.
Type: goofy, complete opposite vibe of HS, demons & summoners, 4th wall? I hardly know her, romance
Length: 6.1k words
Background: You already know this is based on my demon skeleton idea (the 'Demonverse'), so having read HS (or HG) would be helpful but not mandatory. This is based on the Epic portrayed in His Summoner, seeing as that's what the requestor wanted ("HS but Epic-ified").
Notes: Requested by a lovely reader.  | There will be references to anime throughout since that's half of Epic's character, but seeing as I'm not a giant weeb, if you aren't either, you shouldn't be majorly confused while reading. Also I took the whole Epic-ified bit to heart as I made the entire one-shot that vibe so I hope you enjoy :D

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Demons had a way of stressing you out until your whole body was trembling like you were sitting on a janky bus with no shocks for the wheels. So, to combat this, you decided to try baking...right before your client was set to arrive. Admittedly, it wasn't a very good idea – you figured that out when you had to scramble to get the chocolate chip cookies into the oven, almost forgot to set a timer, then had to rush to the front door to welcome them inside with an out-of-breath greeting like you'd just ran a kilometer sprint. The man on the other side of the door's eye twitched at the display, but he at least afforded you the courtesy of offering his hand.

"Dr. Chen," he introduced himself, his lips curling as his snooty title left his mouth.

"(Y/n)." You dipped your head respectfully, only wondering afterwards if maybe you should've used your last name like he did. Dr. Chen stepped into your small one bedroom apartment, adjusting his suit tie with open disgust, and you quickly ushered him towards the summoning circle you'd at least remembered to scratch onto the quaint living room floor with white marker, hoping he didn't look too closely at how abysmal your lines were. You struggled to draw a stick figure so a pentagram where every line had to be exact was a headache – and doing it in permanent marker wasn't helping, either.

"I knew your rate was too low," he muttered under his breath, an accusatory glint in his eyes like you lied to him about your experience – or lack thereof.

"Think of it like saving money! Because that's what you're doing." Your smile faltered at his irate look, and you cleared your throat, turning to find the summoning book you'd placed on the couch earlier. Because you were a new summoner with no family history in summoning, finding clients was tedious and difficult, so you had to lower your rate to an extraordinarily low amount just to get a chance of growing your reputation. Summoners got business based on reputation, built up by word of mouth and torn down just as easily. You were doing it to erase your student loan debt; you either died when a demon escaped the summoning circle because you screwed up, or you paid off the loans – either way, you wouldn't have to worry about the money.

Chen faced the pentagram, his skin crawling like he was standing in the middle of a crack den. The apartment complex wasn't a crack den, the lovely drunks you'd met next door didn't partake in such things and the loud marital dispute from the couple beneath you was a beautiful distraction from your nerves about the demon summoning.

"Let's get this over with." Chen brushed himself off like the longer he stayed, the more poorness clung to him like a stench, and you nodded, flipping through the book in your hands to find the right page.

You started squirming under the intensity of his gaze as you struggled, every second that ticked past making more sweat collect on your forehead, before finally, you found it. "Aha! Ok, here we go. Ready?" He didn't disguise his eyeroll very well, and you tried to subtly wipe your sweaty hands on your pants as the anxiety creeped back in. Baking did a fantastic job of soothing your frazzled nerves, but with the demonic business once more at the forefront of your mind, all that fear came back like a tidal wave. You tried to disguise your shaking by shifting your weight on your feet, though you only succeeded in looking like you were about to pee your pants.