Can I take you to Dinner? Mafi-fell!Sans x Reader. [COMPLETED]

Tabletop shoot-out

"'-AND IT IS, BY MY ROYAL ORDER THAT THE INVITATION IS EXTENDED FOR A NIGHT OF TRUCE. SHOULD YOU ACCEPT THIS INVITATION- MEET US AT SUNDOWN IN THE GREAT HALL.

AS TO THE RULES OF THIS MEETING, WE SHALL PERTAIN TO NO WEAPONS BROUGHT IN BY EITHER PARTY. THERE WILL BE MANDATORY CHECKS AT THE GATES. ONLY ONE PERSONS SHALL BE PERMITTED AUDIENCE WITH THE KING IN HONOUR OF YOUR GANG-

AND SHOULD YOU DECIDE NOT TO SHOW: YOU KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES.

SIGNED:-'"

"That damn bastard-!!" Sans threw his clenched fists to the table, interrupting Gaster's reading. Gaster only sighed at his brother's temperament, returning to the coffee you brewed for him earlier. You placed a gentle hand to his shoulder blade, the tense bones laxing underneath your touch as Sans sitting back down, grumbling as you rubbed it. His anger simmering to a low.

You had found several invitations stuffed in the mail, atop of the dressers- even sprawled across the mantle. Sans was fuming at the invasion, Gaster silently amused by it. It was then that he reached for the pen pot on his right, swirling the nib in the dark ink before writing back on the invitation: 'We'll be there.' You watched as the ink was seemingly seeped up by the page, gasping before it burst into violent, violet flame. The others followed suit in the same-hued flame, ashes the only remnants of their existence.

"WELL THAT TAKES CARE OF THAT..." Gaster sighed, straightening his cuffs. "No it don't!" Sans interceded. Gaster glanced up at him: "HOW DOES IT NOT? I SIGNED-" Sans gestured to you, unbeknownst to their argument as you helped Muffet clean the cinders from the mantle. "AH, I SEE." Sans' sockets bulged at him expectantly.

"WELL? GET TO IT THEN. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO." "WHAT?!" Sans roared: "I'M NOT TEACHIN' HER!"  "YOU WILL IF YOU WANT WHAT'S BEST FOR HER-" "What's best for her... is her stayin' outta the way- I'm not putting her out there with fuckin' guns!" "THAT IS NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE. YOU BROUGHT HER INTO OUR WORLD, YOU LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF IT." Sans glowered as Gaster turned to you fluidly, gentle suggestion carrying to the other side of the room.

"(Y/N) MY DEAR, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO LEAN HOW TO SHOOT??"

—

Twenty-eight emptied shells in and Sans was over it, a tired agitation had claimed his features long-since you began: "Doll, yer not aiming right-" he grouched, you scoffing at his grumbles before taking aim again: "Alright, Alright-" You tutted brazenly, narrowing your gaze at the teacup before you.

Apparently, shattering a teacup would be easy practice- twenty-eight bullets and an empty bullet box said otherwise. You exhaled, lining up the pearl-handled revolver once more. Frisk only pulled his hat down over his eyes, afraid to look

You never actually thought you'd be doing this. The trigger clicked- a splinter of wood followed, the bullet grazing the table. "Shoot!" You muttered, biting your thumb, Sans throwing his head back: You were cute as all hell- but you couldn't shoot for shit-! "Bub-!" He began, heaving up from his upholstered seat to stalk over to you.

You only grunted at him, taking aim again: "I can do this Sans-! Stop nagging!" You growled, frustration building. Thirtieth time lucky. A bony hand placed itself firmly over yours before you could shoot, another repositioning your hips, pressing your back into his chest. The tobacco scent tickled your senses, an aggravated flush blossoming as he mumbled gruffly from behind your ear: "You're too tense sweets-" You huffed before reluctantly relaxing your shoulders.

He let out an amused snort before repositioning your aim. "Breath in-" You sucked a breath in: "-And out." He commanded, your head cleared of frustrated fog. He backed away.

"Now shoot."

There was another splinter of wood, Sans threw his hands up, cupping his skull with a muffled groan, you looking to the ceiling in self-disappointment. "Kid, can ya go and get 'nother box??" Sans asked muffledly, Frisk nodding, relieved to be excused from the terrible shooting match (in which the teacup won by a mile) as he scampered out of the room. You clutched the wooden edges of the table as Sans approached you from behind, chest to your back. "Can't ya at least TRY to shoot?" "I am trying!" You quipped, Sans giving a grunt, his voice a low husk. "Sure as hell don't look like it-" he gravelled.

"When will you get it through your thick skull that I'm learning? I've never been a part of your silly gang-!" You gritted. "Nor do I want you to be-" "Why's that? Because I'm a woman who's weak and helpless and doesn't know how to shoot a gun-?" "That's not it-" he began to growl. "Then what is it Sans? Huh?!" You whirled, glowering before Sans took your shoulders harshly, red irises ablaze as he gripped you. "BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU TO THEM TOO- IDIOT!!"

You only stared as you watched him work down from his fury, breathing deeply. "I just- I just want you to be safe. Yer the only woman I've been able to hold onto in this kinda life- Heck, the only woman who's ever dared to stand up for me and up to me- and I let you! I dunno why I let you!" He put a hand to his skull. "It's like you've got a fix on me sweets- and you're not something I want to- or will lose. I meant it when I said I wanted you." He huffed, his phalanges settling on your hips, pressing you into the table gently.

Gently, gently- he didn't want to take what you had given him in the last few hours and run with it- he needed to be delicate and oh god- that wide-eyed look you were giving him made him want to drive you into the table and just-!! Your gaze narrowed, tilting your head upwards. "And what if I don't want to stay safe-? What if I don't WANT to shoot-? What if you lost me to that machin-"

His skull collided with your lips furiously before you could finish, phalanges gripping your chin. He ripped apart with a glare down at you, leaving you flushed with only a gasp of air to growl out in a most predatory manner. "NEVER, and I mean- NEVER- mention that damn piece of walking junkyard around me again. You hear me?" You nodded, rigid and red faced before he turned his skull with a mutter of: "Dammit." He only sighed, hanging his skull, shaking it. "Fuckin' hell sweets- what are ya doin' to me?" He raised his gaze.

You were going to- no, you WERE the end of this skeleton. He didn't know what to do with you or to you- before he felt the need to surge towards you again- pouring in his every frustration, his every worry- every fear into the kiss you shared, the small of your back now pressed against the table. He cupped the back of your head experimentally, locks of (h/c) falling freely between his phalanges.

You could learn to like this.

That thought was abruptly plucked out of your head once they scooped down to the backs of your thighs, grabbing tightly before lifting you up and propping you onto the table, you letting a squeak of surprise before it melted into a moan as his skull buried into the crook of your neck, phantom tongue gliding with slick saliva before biting down- your grip on his undershirt tightened.

He soothed it with gentle pecks, sliding up the base of your neck, voice a raspy murmur against the skin. "I'm not loosing you-" Another kiss was planted before a dangerous growl sounded. "And I'm not losing to that damn machine either- otherwise I'll take the tongue that dared to touch you and rearrange his parts with it. Y'know what-
Make that a rule of thumb for everyone that isn't... welllll- me." He softly kissed your collarbone with a small smirk at the idea, you beginning to squirm in embarrassment.

(A.N: Just- just don't ask me how this is possible- just go with it XD)

His hands traced their way up to your waist, kissing under your jaw tenderly that had you emitting a breathy sigh before there was a thud behind you, like a weight has fallen from the roof. You squeaked in surprise as Sans' skull whirled behind him- a scaled mass with a thick ribbon of crimson hair slowly rose- before brandishing a glowing spear of blue in-front of it, yellow eyes narrow- out for blood.

"For the queen-!"

(A.N: Here we are my dears! Entertainment for all you poor sick folk out there- I wish you all fast recovery if you are and if you're not- stay healthy! More to come- a battle of justice will be fought-! Stay tuned, comment and vote cause they just light up my day- especially our Disney sing-alongs! XD I might be a bit slow on the update as I'm finishing up the first panel of my webcomic but it'll come- don't worry! Love you guys! Stay awesome! <3)