Can I please have blue, mob, axe and red with a witch s/o (like s/o can use magic) and they are being actively hunted by witch hunters and have a very close call with them (as in s/o almost gets killed and their boyfriend saves them)
If you don’t feel comfortable with the hunting and the almost dying then just some fluff with a witch partner please
Really enjoying these so far, keep it up (and remember to take necessary breaks if needed)😊
❗️TW❗️: Blood, guns, violence, mentions of body horror
For those who wanted some angst, hang on tight.
So, a few things before we get started. Firstly, I know red is missing, I kinda got carried away with the other three boys in this ask and ran out of steam. I also don't want to make you all wait another day for me to write out Red’s portion. I really like how the others turned out.
Secondly, if you, dear anonymous asker, wish for me to finished Red's section, you may send in another ask and I will get to it when my creative juices can get more out for this concept.
Third, I'm sorry I was not gifted with brevity.
I feel like this one needs a little window dressing before we start off. Setting up the world of magic users alongside monsters and this world of persecution. Just so I don’t take up space in each boy's part.
When the monsters came to the surface, more than just the monsters were released. Magic itself was unleashed back onto the world as a whole.
Artifacts once thought useless, now whirred back to life and genes of log lost sorcerers
lineage become active once more. It takes time for people to realize what happened, but it eventually becomes clear. About 0.1% of the population of earth could now use magic in some way, small sparks from their finger tips, and of that population 50% could use it in a meaningful capacity, including healing or combat.
It didn't take long after that for people to begin to call those with magical abilities demons. Just as monsters were given their title and persecuted, so were the new wizards and witches. The government tried to keep the monsters and magic users safe. Not out of kindness, but seeing their usefulness in new technology. Groups started to form, groups of people calling themselves Hunters. They broke into the new magic cities, made to keep magic users safe, and take whoever they could get their hands on. Sometimes just killing them, other times experimenting on them. They Hunters wanted to see if they could nullify or trap magic again like the mages of old, recreating the barrier to “save” the world.
Now onto our specific skells!
This reality would break something in Blue. The world of freedom had gone from a perfect dream, to a tense existence in a gilded cage. How could these people try to kill innocent monsters, more than that, try to kill humans who had lived among them all their lives! He'd never admit it to anyone, but it breaks that part of him that gave Chara the benefit of the doubt in the underground(even when it got him killed).
It wasn't all bad though, he met you. During the chaos of the return of magic, you were ripped away from your old life and dropped in a city that was once almost abandoned. The houses were dilapidated and almost non-functional, the people were all confused and scared of the monsters around them, and you had a new ability you knew nothing about. But here you were, being ever kind to Blue and his slap dash family. You never let the words of others paint your view of him and you became a fast addition to the family. It didn't take long for him to fall for you and you for him.
It only took a few months for the city to flourish. All the tech and niceties of the underground were happily shared with the humans that were dropped into the city. The once desolate city became bright and clean with the cooperation of monsters and humans together. It was amazing to see.
There were problems though, no one could leave. The monsters were trapped again, but this time for their own safety. The Hunters had already claimed a few lives of monsters and mages alike. They likely had someone on the inside of the government, letting them in and out, but they kept finding ways to take people. It wasn’t clear which was worse, being found dead, or being one of the few found. Those barely clinging to life on some twisted operating table.
Sans was now a member of The New Not Royal Guard (thank you Toriel for the name). It would almost be a dream come true, if it was for different reasons. He was posted around town to keep watch alongside many of the previous guards, but it was hard work. The few Hunters they had found had tried to go out in a blaze of glory, it was the first time Sans saw monsters dust. It took a toll on him and made him train even harder. He ended up away from home more often, away from you. And that would almost be the end of you.
It had been a long day of patrol. Not because they had caught any Hunters, but because they hadn't. There had been reports from the border that something was going down. There were camps found, ammunition cases seen, and foot prints leading toward the city. Alphys had the whole city on high alert. No one was ever found though. Every lead came up a dead end, every whisper of a sighting, unfounded. It was just hours of tensely chasing ghosts.
Now it was over though, and he was almost home to you. Paps was busy working with Undyne on a new electrical grid to feed off the old core, so he wouldn't be back till later. It would be just you two, and maybe that's all he really wanted right now.
“OH SWEET HUMAN OF MINE! I AM HERE FOR KISSES AND-” His voice died in his throat. The apartment was trashed. Furniture overturned, traces of battle magic in the air like a static charge. “No, no, NO!” It only took a quick sweep of the apartment to see you were nowhere to be found.
They had come through the window and dragged you out the way they came. Your magic wasn't the strongest, but your training with Blue and Alphys had clearly paid off. There was one body to be found, and it wasn't yours. With how strong the magic was in the air you couldn't have been gone more than 20 minutes, he could still save you. Blue quickly turned his work radio on and called in your missing status as well as the tracks your assailants had left in their retreat.
His soul was pounding, sweat dripping down his skull, thinking of glimpses of the pictures of bodies he wasn't supposed to see. The humans fileted, souls extracted and desecration. All now wearing your face in his head. He kept sprinting after the fading tracks in the damp alleyways, trying to keep his sockets clear as tears tried to filled them.
Then he found you. You were unconscious over some hooded figures’ shoulder, forehead bleeding.
“SUSPECTS FOUND, CONVERGE ON MY LOCATION, MAKING CONTACT.” Before Alphys could talk him out of it, Blue turned off his radio, and. Went. Off.
It was like every emotion filtered down into just two, fear for your safety, and blind, searing rage at the humans who planned to mutilate you.
This wasn’t going to be talked out, the boy skeleton who would have talked this out wasn't here. Who was here, was the man who knew what dust looked like, and who knew what these men had planned for you. By the time Alphys ran up to Blue's location, the fight was over. The men were shockingly still alive, but they were never going to be the same again. It took all Blues remaining goodness in his soul to keep them alive, only making sure they could never touch or harm you, or anyone else, ever again.
You were okay, just concussed. It didn't change the fact Blue was now terrified to leave your side. He was stapled to you and Papyrus to him. Paps was determined to try and protect his brother from whatever he was feeling now, since he wasn't there to protect him or you that night.
Since “the incident”, almost two months ago, Blue didn't go on patrols anymore. It was partly because Alphys sent him on leave, partly because he hadn’t asked to go back. He seemed like the same skell you always loved, sweet, kind, bright as the sun, but he wouldn’t let you out of his sight for even a second. You finally caught him clutching you in the middle of the night, quietly sobbing apologies into your shoulder. When you stirred, and rolled over to face him, he flinched like he was hit. He tried to apologize for waking you up, but you cut him off. You pull his face to yours and look into his eyes lights.
“Its ok Blueberry, my sweet Blueberry. I know you’re scared, we all are. But we can't live in this fear, we can't let it consume us, we can't let it win. I want you to go back to work.” You pull his skull down to your chest so he can hear your heart beat and you can run your hand down his skull. “Someday, we'll be free as birds. We'll go wherever we want, and maybe even travel the world. We'll start our own little, happy branch of this crazy family tree and have our own little baby bones to love. All our dreams will come true, but we have to keep moving towards that future. We can't let the evils win in this world, we have to be brave.” By now Blues sobbing had come back full force as he muffled them in your shirt and chest. You let him cry it out and eventually pull him into some feather soft kisses, before curling up together. Finally getting some decent sleep.
It took a lot of restraint for the monster mobs to be docile this long, but they knew when they were at a disadvantage. For once they also had a common enemy. Coming to the surface was supposed to be a new start, but it quickly turned into business as usual. Magic turned from a feared unknown, to a hot commodity pretty quick. Healing, weapons, shields, all things only monsters and now a select few humans could produce. It certainly wasn't legal, but the government officials turned a blind eye for the right price.
Hunters had tried to strike fear into the Mob monsters, but who were they to try and start turf wars with experts. They still lost a monster here and there, but if they were going to have the humans help with producing magic items, they were going to have to keep them safe. Tit for tat.
Mob's life really hadn't changed much in the move above ground, besides the extra vitamin D. That was until you walked into his life.
You were so scared in the beginning, in a strange place, hunted by lunatics for something you never asked for. The small kindness Mob showed you, at the time all an act for the government to let down their guard, made you cling to him. He was the only one to smile at you in your first week in town. To be honest, he had only smiled at you because you looked so cute. You were swimming in some oversized sweater given out to you by government aid. Your hair was mused and you kept biting your lips till they were red.
When Sans smiled, handed you a blanket, and asked if you needed anything else, he seemed like an angel. When you started crying and felt him hug you close you really couldn't blame yourself for clinging to him.
Mob couldn't just stand there and let a beautiful lady cry. He might be a mobster, but he's also a gentleman. You started following him on his routes, both for the aid he brought, and for his company. He was gruff and short tempered at times, but he always had a smile and good conversation for you.
Mob wouldn't admit it to a soul, but he loved having you on his patrols. You followed him like a lost puppy, and it was just so stinking cute. You talked to him about music and movies he needed to catch up on once trade routes opened and even traded a few jokes with him. It didn’t really register just how fond he was becoming of you, you were just always there. It was after a particular incident Sans finally saw just what a doll he had stumbled upon.
Another day of aid routes was almost up. It was a mostly quiet day. The humans were thankful as always, and this profited the Mob in two ways. No human they helped dared say anything if they saw something shady going down, and it kept the monster's optics looking good.
Mob's little puppy human had ridden along with him, helping him as they handed out meager supplies and clothes. It was a great day for you though. Sans had laughed multiple times at your jokes and had even set aside a nicer, newer set of clothes just for you. He wasn't supposed to pick favorites, but he called it payment for your “volunteer” work. At this point you had gotten to the apartment surrounding a small park.
There was about an hour left on the route when you thought you heard tires squealing in the distance. A large white van tore out of an alleyway about 50 feet from the truck you and Sans were working out of. Mob felt something cold shoot through his magic and acted.
“everyone, run!” Mob barked and threw some of the civilians to the side with his magic. He then pulled you behind the far side of the truck.
The van doors slid open, and seven men poured out into the street. They took up a position and opened fire on the truck. Bullets flew over your head and pinged off the metal loudly, but Sans kept his arm around you. In the split second their clips ran out, Mob shot up, letting you go, and threw a hand to the sky. Three men on the left were impaled by sharp bones coming from the ground, writhing for a moment in the magic before going still. The other four scrambled to the side down the side street where Sans had thrown the bystanders.
“shit.” Mob bit out, he didn't want to leave you alone here in case more men came. “toots, hang on.” He growled at you grabbing you by the waist and teleporting you to the other end of the side street.
You see the civilians flinch at your sudden arrival, feeling nauseous at the sudden change in location. Mob pushed you in their direction before turning back to the Hunters.
“let's dance.” It was all the warning the three got before they had the hulking skeleton charging at them with bones ready to pierce their soul. You heard a few shots go off, but quiet followed soon after. Peaking into the alley, you saw Sans standing, huffing with exertion, with the Hunters at his feet.
Sans looked toward you and you looked past him.
“SANS!” You ran as fast as you could, faster than Mob thought a human could move. He heard a click behind him. It was a blur. There was a gunshot. You stood between him and the Hunter, a pathetic magic shield with a shattering hole in the middle. The hunter had a bone, instinctively thrust, from the ground through his throat.
There was a moment of pause. You turned to face him. Your big, oversized sweater had a red patch slowly blooming, just above your heart. You smiled at him, and try to take a few steps towards him, before you collapse. Mob managed to catch you, cradling your head and holding you tight.
“why? pup, why did you do that? i thought you ran with the rest of the humans. why did you shield me? im supposed to protect you!” He felt his hands trembling as he held you. You couldn't speak, just breathing made the searing pain flair in your shoulder. Shakily, you raise your hand and push your fingers to his mouth. His eyes search yours for understanding, and you mouth, ‘I love you’. The focus from your eyes starts to fray as your hand falls from his face.
“hey, no! you can't close your eyes right now. i can't heal well enough to save you. you need to stay awake at little longer, i'll teleport us to the lady and she'll fix you up, ok? just hang on!” But you had already gone limp in his arms. His hand on your back felt hot and wet. He couldn't even give you bottled healing magic, he never carried it, if he was hit, he was gonna be dust before he could get to it.
He can't lose you, you're HIS. You belong with him, by his side, riding shotgun and cracking jokes. How dare these filthy, dirty, humans try and destroy what's HIS. Fuck, when had he begun thinking about you like this? Who cares? Mob was going to save you, and then he was going to make you stay right where he could keep you safe for the rest of your life.
When you woke up next, you were in a far nicer bedroom than you were used to. It wasn't luxury, but clearly someone with better resources than you lived here. You could hear voices in the room over, one clearly Sans’. As you tried to sit up a sharp sting rang through your shoulder. It was nothing compared to the fresh gunshot, but it made you cry out in pain. Silence came from the other room, before thudding footsteps raced towards the door. It slammed open revealing a disheveled looking Mob. His usual loose tie was gone, along with his coat and vest. His sleeves were pushed messily up his arms and there was a brown tinge to his finger joints. He also looked painfully tired, but when he saw you awake he seemed to light up a little.
“darlin’ you're awake! thank the stars. you've been out all night. how do you feel?” Mob swept over to the bedside and helped you lay back down. “you might be hurting for a while. you're healed, but with... how close you got, the pain might linger a little.” The hulking skeletons' shoulders slumped as if the wind was let out of him. “you know, i can never repay you right? for taking that bullet for me. i'd have been dust if that hit me, but there you were, playing the hero.”
“You don't need to repay me silly, I did it cause, well, you know…” You press the side of your face into the pillow, trying to hide your embarrassment at your confession yesterday.
“cause you love me? well i never want you to do it again, but if i can bare my soul to you for a second here pup,” he paused, pulling your face to look at his, “i love you too…” He finished, pulling your lips to his mouth gently. Just enough for a gentle sweet kiss, but enough to make you both feel your magic thrum between you. When he pulled away, Mob cradled your face in his hand.
“from now on, you'll live here, under the skeleton name. i can keep you safe here, and give you the life you deserve.” You can't seem to fight him on this in your weakened state. He crawled into the bed next to you and slowly showers you with skelle-kisses as you drift back to sleep.
✨️Let's give this poor boy a break from the angst a little, and give him some fluff. ✨️
When it all started, everyone was terrified. The humans with magic were terrified of the tramatized monsters, and the monsters were scared of the very thing that trapped them in the hell of the underground for so long. It was nice having enough food, though it could never be enough food, but it was painfully tense between the two parties. Until something shifted.
The rations were handed out every other day by the government all at the same location for both monsters and humans, but it stayed mostly separated. Crooks is waiting in line with Axe when Paps starts to get anxious, then he gets stressed and right before a full blown panic attack hits, you show up.
Sans was trying his best to calm his brother, but nothing was working, then a human grabs Paps hands and makes him look them in the eyes. Axe almost jumps straight to fight mode, but then he hears your voice, so soft and beautiful, patiently walk Crooks through breathing in and out to calm him down. You are still clearly terrified of himself and Crooks, hands trembling, but here you are, helping his brother where even he failed. That starts the very tentative friendship between you and both skeleton brothers. You act also as a sort of gateway between the two races. Other humans see you with the scary monsters and see how kind they can be, how they like similar things to us, how they share similar fears. Tentatively, the two races begin to mingle. Monsters still struggle in larger groups, sometimes becoming agitated to the point of lashing out. With extensive therapy, and Alphys developing a mood stabilizer drug, most monsters find a new, better normal.
Sans began seeing glimpses of the monsters that existed before the hunger. They laughed freely, ate their fill, hugged, smiled, played, and lived. Axe started to wonder if he could become himself again. You didn't seem to care which version he was. After the first few weeks, you never flinched at his touch, you would give him hugs as greetings with permission, and you made him feel normal. Through you, he also started to see magic as more than just a weapon again. It started as experimentation for you. Away from any souls who might feel threatened by magic usage, you began to test the limits of what a human witch could do.
As it turns out, human magic is quite a bit different from monsters’. Monsters magic creates from within, bones for skeletons, duplicates of chosen weapons, elemental magic for elemental monsters. There were exceptions, like healing, but most magic came from the monsters being. Humans magic manipulates the world around them. Growing plants at accelerated rates, transmutation of objects from one state to another, and terraforming. They could still perform some monster magic, but it was difficult and far weaker.
You took to the new magic like a fish to water. Finding new and creative ways to use your new powers to make the world around you a better place. It was almost therapeutic for Axe to watch you use magic so delicately and with such love behind every spell. He especially loved when you used magic on him.
It was about a year and a half into your friendship with Sans. The city of Magic, as it was now called, had finally begun to truly improve. Monsters were being treated for their trauma, the humans had gotten over their fears of the monsters and began to get a handle on their magic, and the city as a whole was beginning to flourish. You had moved next to the skeleton brothers after becoming friends, one of the first humans to move into the “monster zone” of the city.
Seeing you everyday made something in Axe's soul, something he thought long dead, flutter in his chest. Each day, you would come with a new magic spell you figured out, you were already natural. Sometimes, it would be something small, a small flame moving from one candle to another, other times it you levitating off the ground by a foot or two.
The skeleton's favorite were ones that involved you using magic on him. The first had been a spell to make the person touch glow lightly. You had placed you hand on him and focused. Your magic felt like heaven. It was like a warm blanket of calm and peace washing over his soul. He forgot magic could feel like this. Monster magic had long lost its light hearted nature, it was now sharp, prickly, and abrasive to use.
Axe had to keep himself from asking you to cast it again. He knew somewhere in his broken skull it was weird to ask you to use magic on him over and over. That didn't stop him from becoming your guinea pig for any magic that involved another person. The past few weeks you had been incredibly focused on perfecting, as you called it, your magnum opus of spells.
It also ment Axe hadn't felt truely peaceful in a week. Being around you seemed to pavlov him into feeling better though. You wouldn't let him see any of your notes on rhe spell, but he would still hang out and nap on your bed while you scribbled theories and notes.
Today was the day though. Crooks and Axe had just finished breakfast when you texted Axe to come over for a surprise. When he teleported into your living room you were already bouncing on your toes making a cup of coffee.
“Sans! I figured it out!! I think I got it right. Come sit down, I need you to sit down for this one.” Your hand grips him and his hand, soul flopping in his chest, and pulled him to the couch. You practically shove him onto it, if you were actually strong enough to force him to do anything.
“what Do you got for mE this time little ladY?” His cracking voice laced with intrigue.
“Ok! This one is a first attempt, but based off of my other spells and my hypothesis, this should work!” You were practically glowing for him, smiling brighter than the sun.
“okay, What exactly is iT though?” It wasn’t like you to be so secretive.
“Jus this once, I want it to be a surprise. Close your eyes.” You run your hand over his sockets to get him to close them, before plantting your palms into his shoulders. He felt you adjust your stance before a strong wave of your magic washes over him. It was the strongest he had ever felt from you. Instinctively, Axe gripped your arms, just above the elbow. As you focused you magic, he heard you whispering something under your breath as wind began to whip around the two of you. Sans was lost in wanting to make sure you didn't hurt yourself and feeling absolutely amazing under your touch. Your magic started to focus. First in Axe's shoulders, then his neck, then his… skull?
It felt so warm, like the warmth of a cup of soup in his hands, but deeper. There was a small clacking sound, and like a light switch turned off, it was over. Your magic fell out from underneath him as you stumbled on your feet.
Sans’ eyes snap open as he grips your arms enough to steady you.
“whAt did you do?” Was all Axe could get out, feeling shell shocked.
“Heh, you can't tell?” You reach up to Axe's bad side of his skull. He flinches, expecting pain from the hole, but your fingers meet his perfectly intact skull. It feels… different, but its there none the less.
“h-How did you do That? healing magic doesn't work on it, im broken.” His voice sounded like a reverent whisper as he traced the faint line left of his once gaping wound.
“That's cause I didn't use healing magic, I used mending magic. You know how I used my magic to make sugar sculptures for you and Papy?” He nodded. “Well, I used the same principal to make my magic, into your missing skull piece! Then I used mending magic like when I fixed your favorite mug. It was really hard because I needed to make sure it matched your magic signature perfectly. But, now you've got a piece of me, or I guess my magic, with you forever.”
Axe hadn't been able to focus on it before with your flood of magic disappearing so suddenly, but he could feel it now. The calm of your magic, of you, thrumed in his mind. “Here, look!” You reach behind your back for the mirror you had prepared just for this and go to hand it to him, when you hesitate. “Hm? Sans, your eyes, they're white? They were red a second ago?”
Axe sees it a split second later, he looks… normal. His skull is intact, the only evidence it was ever gone, is a hair thin shimmer of gold where the edges of the hole were. His eye lights are white, like the were as a child. Your magic staving off his negative magic. He looks like himself again.
You find yourself crushed to Sans chest as he weeps thanks into your hair. Eventually, he pulls away, sockets wet and eye lights fuzzy.
“what can i do to make this uP to you sugarcube? you've made me whole again.” Axe looked down at you with pure reverence and adoration.
“K-kiss me?” You startled yourself with the bold declaration. “I mean, nothing! You don't need to do anything!” You attempt to back out of his arms in embarrassment, but Axe pulls you back, locking you in with his arms. Before you can say anything else, his mouth is on yours. Its a searing kiss, hot and desperate. He locks your head in with his massive hands, making your head spin as he kisses you silly. When you tap out for air, Axe is smiling like a boy in love.
“i'll give you a thousand kisses sugar cube. A million, if you'll stay by my side. you've already given me a part of yourself, can I ask you for moRe?” Axes eyes had become little white hearts staring at you.
“L-Like what?” Your heart pounding from the kiss.
“please angel, will you give me a chance to mAke you as happy as you've maDe me? Could you try to love a monster like me?” And you can only muster to answer him with another kiss.
