Sans AU One-Shots

❀Epic❀ || demonic guardian.

Pairing: Demon! Epictale Sans x Summoner! Female Reader
Prompt: Y/n and Epic attend a party with other demons, and they run into Fell and Killer - who seem to take a very keen interest in Y/n...
Type: smut
Length: 5.1k words
Background: Fell is Underfell Sans in case that isn't clear. Again, this is my Demonverse idea so all the boys are going to be skeleton demons, and it uses characters from HG/HS but not the plot(s).
Notes: If Epic seems OOC, apologies. I figured he'd be a lil more serious when he's pushed to the edge by a brat (just like Cross lol). | Requested by the lovely umimemo.

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Despite being a summoner, it still shocked (Y/n) to see so many different types of demons in one place. There were stereotypical demons that mimicked the devil, demons with horns or giant claws or wings, and demons that resembled skeletons. Epic – (Y/n)'s demonic protector – stood at her side with his hands in his jacket pockets and his right socket closed like he was too lazy to keep it open. To anyone else, he would've seemed perfectly at ease around demons from every universe humans knew of, but his powerful purple eyelight constantly swept the room as if expecting one of the others to attack them at any given moment.

Demons didn't like each other, so despite their human buyers chatting amongst each other like old friends, their demons grin and bore it about as well as they could – which is to say, not very well. A wealthy CEO walked up beside (Y/n) with a deep sigh, his caramel hair swept to the side with one stray strand breaking off despite the gel he used to style it into place. It tickled his forehead and he blew at it as he rested one hand in his slacks' pocket while the other clutched a glass of champagne. He was dressed in a tailor-made suit vest and button up, the blue sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his stormy blue eyes almost seemed tired.

"Were you able to untangle the two demons?" (Y/n) asked with a curious upturn to her smile, and Waylon chuckled.

"With some difficulty, but I'm afraid their missing horns are the least of their troubles." Two ox demons had flown into a fit of rage and attacked each other, so Waylon was forced to step in as he was the host of the party they were attending. The human buyers were mortified, and they left the party to deal with their misbehaving demons – though whether that meant sending them back to their universe or forcing them to violate their contracts, thus killing them, (Y/n) couldn't say.

The rich man checked his watch then lifted his glass of champagne to his lips. "I'm surprised there has not been more..." He chewed on the word before delivering it. "...infighting."

"Probably because those guys don't know each other, bruh," Epic supplied with a wink.

"Not like we fucking do, anyway," Fell piped up on Waylon's other side, sending a nasty look Epic's way. All demons from the same universe had it out for each other – it was like an agreement of bloodshed should they see each other again because they went to the same high school.

"If I have to break you two up, I will be sorely disappointed." Waylon's clipped tone made Fell scoff, and the demon put up his hands in mock surrender before shoving them purposely in his hoodie pockets.

"Why can't we have some fun?" another voice spoke up behind (Y/n), and she and Epic glanced back to see Killer walking forward with a pocket knife in his hand. He spun it along his fingers idly, grin eerily wide, but it dampened at Waylon's disapproving look.

"You are hosting, Killer." Waylon sipped his champagne, a warning in his eyes that the demon didn't see fit to listen to.

Killer sidled up to (Y/n) with an appreciative once over, whispering, "How's my summoner doing?" Waylon taught (Y/n) everything she knew about summoning, and in turn, she summoned both Fell and Killer for him. She wasn't high society like him and the other guests of this party, but he took a certain affinity to her after his son died like she filled the void that loss left.