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: Mafia Boss! Nightmare Sans x Female Reader Prompt: Y/n learns more than she bargains for when she raids a rival gang's base and steals something valuable, but it's the only reason Nightmare doesn't kill her on the spot. But how long can she cling to her leverage to stay alive before Nightmare gets the information she has and her usefulness expires? Type: high tension, mafia aesthetic & some grim reality, ends with certain implications 👀 Length: 7.4k words Background: Set in a weird mix between modern times and the 1920s-30s (around the Prohibition era when mafia bosses like Al Capone were big), though this could also be an AU where the characters are just in the mafia. | Everyone follows the same aesthetic as the pic of Nightmare ^, with character-specific changes for funsies (like a karambit knife for Killer) Notes: Requested by the lovely razerDustxBlue | I admittedly didn't do nearly enough research into how mafias actually work but I know y'all are here for the aesthetic and not the actual grim reality - tho I'll take this moment to put a content warning. It gets graphic, and I'm not just referring to the innuendos, but I trust y'all can handle it (or you're smart enough to skip past it). | Have an image below of how I imagine the minions' fits ✨
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Nightmare's teeth were grit so hard they were on the verge of breaking – though, that would be the least of his problems right then. Killer, underboss and his right hand, stood beside him playing with a karambit knife, dancing it across his fingers without a care in the world. Suddenly, the knife was smacked from his hand, implanting in the door the two of them were facing as Killer jumped. "Boss?"
Nightmare barely heard his underling, the anger violently boiling inside him drowning everything else out. "She refuses to speak?" Nightmare repeated Killer's earlier report, barely managing to get the words out through his clenched teeth. His tentacles cracked in the air like whips as his only release of emotion save for the glare he sent through the one-way mirror, where the dame sat tied to a chair with defiance in her eyes.
"Yes, Boss." Killer gripped the handle of his knife as he attempted to wrench it free from the door.
"Is she aware of who we are?"
He managed to free the knife and took the opportunity to step away from Nightmare before playing with it once more out of sight. "I made sure she did."
"So she is aware that she either tells us what we want to know or she dies?" Nightmare's tentacles coiled in the air, one reaching for the door handle but it didn't turn the knob just yet.
"She seems to think she has information that would be of interest to us." For the first time, the Boss' anger broke, replaced with confusion as he turned his glare to Killer. "On a rival gang."
"Who?" flew from Nightmare's mouth with a snarl.
"The Starlings." His socket widened before it narrowed on the woman again, and just like that, her defiance made sense: she seemed to think she had a bargaining chip in this arrangement.
