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

Welcome to the Gaster gang!

"Alright sweets, lets go over it again-"

Sans had been running you through the rules of the gang long into the afternoon. It was a tiresome exercise, A repetition till Sans was satisfied. He wasn't being lenient with you, which was good. That was how you wanted it. He was a surprisingly good teacher- not that you'd ever tell him, he'd parade smugly around for the rest of the day with an over-inflated skull if you had've. You were back home- before Sans could've decked the receptionist that seemed more than happy with the sudden departure.

So far, of the course of the week you had learnt the turf, the rules of the gang, (which were surprisingly simple: "Don't rat, don't cheat, don't shoot each other up- oh— and don't touch the mustard-" See? Simple.) enemy territory, their operations and so on- For now, he was quizzing you- "Alright, we've been over taxing as a protection service- You know that we separate taxing into zones, right-? -Family on 5th Avenue, how much to we tax?" He fired. "Thirty dollars." You answered, a proud smile rising to Sans' features. "Good. Old man on Seventy-third?" "Ten- it's a poorer district. Y'know, I think it's sweet you guys lower the price for them- that's really kindhearted." You smiled, leaning your back against the table. Sans only bashfully scoffed, mumbling as he rubbed his skull, gaze ground-cast. "It ain't nothin'..."

He shook said skull, clearing his throat. "A guy on Lanemoore refuses to pay up and threatens to set his Rottweilers on ya- whaddya do?" "I-" "-Ya call for me and let me handle it!" Sans cut off simply, you rolling your eyes. He was still being overprotective. It was admirable and sweet of him, but he had to let you go out on your own at some point-! "Yes, yes- I let you come and wag your gun in his face-!" You threw your arms up. Sans only leaned back in his chair, sighing. "Bub, it's only because I-"

"I know...." you conceded, making your way over to him as you placed your hands on his shoulders comfortingly. He patted them with his own, relaxing slightly. He was being patient with you. Now that you were in- he didn't have to resort to scaring you out of things to protect you— he HAD to protect you. Physically. He was stressed, he knew you didn't belong in this life- this mob, this danger- but you did it for him. And that's what terrified him. You rested your head atop of his skull, a sweet thing. In his mind- you now had to rely on him.

He'd let you do this- only if he were at your side at all times, it would be the only thing to keep him calm- knowing he could stop anything and everything these monsters threw at you. It'd be exertion, but it'd be worth it... for you that is. He'd gladly be exhausted with you alive to kiss it better- rather than stare in defeat at your dead body. He raised your hand to his skull, kissing it gingerly. He wasn't ready to lose you. "How's about we go do your first drop in?" He murmured. You kissed his cheekbone gently with a smile.

"I'd like that."

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You sat perched above a grimy laneway, looking down upon the dust-coated windows of a factory. It was noon, the sun beginning to set over the folds of the earth as the wind ruffled your striped coat. There was a drug deal about to go on in the gang's territory. Your mission? Put an end to it. "Almost showtime sweets-" Sans mentioned behind you, lighting a cigar. You glanced at him. "Won't that attract attention to us? Roofs don't exactly smoke themselves." Sans looked up, grinning. "Old habit." He shrugged, stubbing it out with a crunch against cement.

You willed your attention back to the window- this was your chance to show Sans he needn't be so- "The pinstripes suit you." He inclined his skull towards you with a leer. You turned to him before looking down at your attire, white pinstriped black coat, tight black slacks- all vested up, white collar shirt tucked underneath. You pinked. "Now's not the time Sans-!" You groaned, returning to the window with a frown. "Ya know, if this wasn't a serious case I'd much rather be spending time doin' somethin' else much more fun with ya." He whispered against you, suddenly close.