I'm going to make you choose between two that I'd consider hard picks. Would you date Bullet (Mafiafell!Sans) or Don G (Mafia!G!Sans)?
It'll take me a long time to figure out which of the two, as some days I might say Don G, while others I might say Bullet.
[Who would I date?]
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I like both of these characters... I feel like Don G is the safe option here. He's definitely the more obscure character too.
I'm gonna pick Don G.
Normally I would pick Mafia!Fell Sans since... Look he's hot, a tough guy, and is generally depicted as large. But, you made me pick between him and a version of a character I've liked longer than even Edge.
@keeka45
this is like really rough from not writing in months, but I heard a song today and it INSTANTLY inspired a Don G and Kitten short fic. This is by no means a good fic and is probably sloppy at best, but...I needed to write something and this was the end result.
Holding Out - Bearstronaut
It was nearly 3 in the morning when they finally let him out.
6 months into a 24 month sentence for some bullshit charge from a two timing human, Asgore was able to pull some strings and G was out on probation for good behavior. He’d promised Asgore that he’d let the justice system handle the rest, but...well, G didn’t make promises lightly and this little indiscretion would not go unpunished. Plus, good behavior his ass, it’d taken everything in him not to raze the entire jail to the ground in his fury while sitting in that dark and dank jail cell for weeks. Few things kept him from blowing his top such as the LV wouldn’t do well for him and would put everything else in jeopardy, including his brother and Kitten.
The jail door buzzed and he was one step closer to shedding that horrible orange jumpsuit and magic suppressing collar. Well, at least the humans thought it suppressed his magic. It felt more like a shock collar, but enough experimental tests while he sat in boredom told him it wouldn’t even be able to handle a temmie’s energy, let alone the sheer power he possessed. Countless nights were spent awake staring at the rusted ceiling and after running his mind ragged with equations, plans, and punishment, his thoughts would turn to Frisk. He worried for her safety and where she was while he was locked up. He knew she could take care of herself and was a little hellcat, but then again he’d never been away from her this long.
The jail didn’t allow much and took nearly everything away from him save a few coin. He used what coin he had to purchase paper and postage from the Commissary. Every day he wrote to her. Some notes of course went to his brother and Asgore, but he mostly wrote to Kitten. He didn’t expect an answer to be sent to him, the jailers usually didn’t even allow most letters to go out untouched, but after a few persuasive conversations, his letters were sent as they were and not messed with. His notes were often short, sweet, and to the point. After all, how many ways could he say sorry to her? How could you mend a broken promise to always be around to someone who trusted you with their life and then end up in fucking jail??
He supposed he should have seen this coming.
He had spread his men to the breaking point during a raid of rival territory. Picking up some humans on the side to use as temporary goons wasn’t new to him, but having one sell him out to the cops was. He’d never forget the last night he had with his Kitten. They were in bed and she slept curled up to his side, her furrowed brows finally relaxed in deep sleep. He ran his fingers through her hair and wondered just how he got so lucky. He didn’t know what she saw in him, but he knew one thing: he loved her. And that was worst thing for the both of them.
The last coin he had went to a long, extensive letter and he had to make use of it. The front was written in his native wing dings, something the cops still couldn’t decipher even if they did intercept the note. It was addressed to his brother on how to handle things should he be without communication. He had faith in his brother, but he didn’t know how long he could run the family on his own with Frisk. He had to give him something though. On the back though, he could only think of four words to Frisk: I’ll be home soon.
“Soon” ended up being in the middle of the sixth month of his sentence. He’d just gone to sleep a little after midnight when a guard came and tapped on his bars.
“‘Ey, Scarface, yer outta here.”
He scowled at the nickname that was given to him, but rose and assumed the position that avoided him being manhandled or beaten as the bars slid to the side and the guard motioned him forward. He was silently led in front of other high security monsters and humans alike, ignoring their jeers and kept his eyes on the guard in front. He was led into the processing room where Asgore sat with some small rabbit lawyer. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days and that was most likely the case.
“Good to see you, G.”
His smile was tired, but authentic and G couldn’t help but offer a smile back. He would have given a handshake, but the guards frowned upon any sudden movement let alone direct contact. He simply nodded and turned to the small rabbit sitting beside the large Don. He listened to him drone on and on about his sentence being lifted and what his probation consisted of. Same old shit, don’t get into trouble, don’t get caught here, etc. etc. He didn’t bother to really commit to listening to it and instead turned his attention back to Asgore and interrupted.
“How is Frisk?”
His smile faltered a bit and he shook his head and turned his attention back to the guard and nodded. G was tapped on the shoulder and for a moment he just stared at him before silently standing. He barely heard Asgore mention about talking further once he was on the other side of the bars before he was whisked away yet again. He was given the clothes and items that he was wearing when first brought in and he couldn’t have been happier to shed the horrible jumpsuit. His carefully hidden cigars were still in his pocket and as soon as the door was opened, he stormed out without looking back.
The night was dark and quiet as he struck a match against his forearm and lit up his first cigar in months. The acrid smoke spread through his ribcage and he exhaled the smoke slowly, relishing the slight burn. He turned and saw a small payphone. The jail had been SO nice to give him a few coin for his troubles and sent him on his way. Asgore had offered to take him home, but he declined. He needed to be alone for a bit anyway. He needed time to think, time to try and figure out what to do.
The phone inside was old and the coins rattled inside as he inserted them and dialed the number he knew by soul. At this hour, he wasn’t sure if she would answer. He didn’t even know if he wanted her to answer. He had no clue what he’d say to her. The phone rang and rang and eventually slammed the receiver down and cradled his skull on the side of the booth. She was either asleep or… He didn’t dare think that she was gone, but he wouldn’t be surprised if she was. His magic burned in his bones at the other thought that she was with someone else. Curbing his anger, he sent the thought away as he forced the booth door open and started for home. He pondered as he crossed the street by Grillby’s and wondered if the old flame would allow him a drink this late or early in the morning. The windows were darkened and he stared at his faint reflection.
His bones were less glossy, courtesy of the poor showers and his scars almost looked worse for wear. They had roughed him up when he first got to the jail and healing him wasn’t at the top of their list. His lone eye light was pale and dim, he really needed a good night’s rest and possibly a bit of his brother’s company and healing. He didn’t know if the healing could extend to his soul, but at this point he’d settle for anything. An hour or so later, he made it home. Everything was dark, but the traps were still expertly set. His brother had remained punctual in his trap making affairs and had left no corner unprepared. Sliding his key in, he frowned when it didn’t turn, mentally slapping himself. Of course they’d change the locks. No matter though, with a small thrum of magic, he was on the doorstep one second and just inside at the next.
The house was quiet, he could hear a fire crackling from the study and made his way to the room. He moved close to the fire to give some warmth to his bones and rubbed his face with his hand. A voice calling his name from behind sent him on guard and he turned, his eye light flaring only for it to instantly snub when he saw who sat in his armchair. Frisk. She looked exhausted if the bags under her eyes meant anything. She stared at him and for a moment, no one spoke. G was afraid if he did, it’d be the end. She rolled her eyes, “took you long enough, G. Get your bony ass over here before I think about kicking it right back out the door.”
Her voice was rough, and only did he realize as he drew closer, that her eyes were reddened. He collapsed to his knees before her and grasped at her hand. It felt like eternity that he’d been separated from her and after this, nothing would separate them again. Something stung his eye sockets and only then did he realize they were tears pooling at the edges. He heard his Kitten sigh as the other hand came down on his skull to stroke it gently.
“Promises are hard to keep, aren’t they?”
Frisk’s words only made him cry more as his grip tightened. Promises really were hard to keep, but he never wanted to break this one again. Her hand left his skull and instead went to lift his chin to stare up at her. Few words were needed between them and she sighed again as she pulled him up into her arms and held him tight. “If you ever leave me again, I’ll put the hit out on you myself, you bony bastard.”
G couldn’t help but chuckle through his tears and extended his arm, pulling her down to meet him in a gentle kiss. He didn’t expect for this broken promise to be mended overnight, but he’d make it up to her. G doesn’t make promises lightly and the ones he does make, he keeps...and doesn’t break twice.
The kiss ended far too soon in G’s opinion as he was unceremoniously pushed away and toppled to the ground.
Kitty-Cat & Don - “Don G meets Kitty-Cat ” (Comic Dub / Animation)
Made with permission!
Kitty-Cat & Crowbar Rogue original comic by @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff
http://nyublackneko.tumblr.com/post/145918490037/ut-mob-other-stories-masterpost
Gaster Sans was originally by the wonderful @borurou
Voice actors are
G!Sans - @sugariris
Frisk - icysnowseal (https://www.youtube.com/user/icysnowseal)
Other Extra Voices (So, the two Minions) - FuzzyRedPants
Edit done by myself, FuzzyRedPants.The Background music was also made by myself.
It's a Sans/Godfather Remix, and can be found here:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/61mbo4h6oh5ir11/Don+G.wav
Sheet music, if you want it for some reason, can be found here:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/4y9bu6o6hqvmj6w/Don+G.pdf
