Undertale Ship Oneshots

Lamia Error x Ink (lemon)

(I may have had a little too much fun writing this seeing that its over 3000 words XD, but I hope you enjoy it! If you don't like reading the nasty, then I'll have it blocked off with "~")

This suggestion was given to me by 00Skotadi00

Ink's POV

    "Ink! Come downstairs immediately!" I heard my mother call out to me. I sigh as I get out of bed and quickly get my clothes on. I settled for a nice pair of black slacks and my usual white button-up with ruffled sleeves and a bit of an open chest. Today was one of the few days my mother just had to come over without even knocking or giving notice beforehand.

    I walk downstairs with a yawn to see my mother standing at the bottom, waiting for me with a cold expression. "Yes, mother?" I said when I got to the bottom of the stairs. She flooded her arms as she began pacing back and forth. "Ink, you are twenty-two years old now, have been living by yourself for a year, and yet you still have yet to buy any Lamias, those disgusting creatures. Anyways, as a Painter (meaning his last name) you need to show our wealth and power. We cannot have any disgraceful, peasant-like men holding our family name, so make your family proud, honor yourself. I'll give you until tomorrow and if you have yet to get yourself a worker, we will have no choice but to rid you of our family tree," with that she turned her back to me and walked out the door with a slam. I flinched at the sound, anxiety coursing through me. I mean, I couldn't lose my position in my family, I'd lose my home, my name, I'd be a disgrace. No one would buy my paintings.

    I ran upstairs to grab my vest and satchel before going outside to get my stagecoach to the marketplace. While waiting, I thought about how my mother and father would treat their Lamias.

    A whip snapped at the tail of a poor Lamia, already thin and scarred from abuse and malnutrition. "How dare you be so clumsy as to drop a priceless vase! Your job is to clean, not make more of a mess you useless creature!" another snap of a whip followed by a sharp cry of pain sounded before they quickly began to clean up the shattered pieces of glass scattered on the ground. My younger self stared in horror, knowing I could've prevented this by being honest and admitting it was me that had broken the vase instead of letting our Lamia take the blame.

    That memory flashed through my mind, filling me with guilt. "I promise that even though I'm buying a Lamia, I'm going to treat it right. Not as a slave, but as an equal" Soon the carriage stopped and the driver opened the door for me. As I step out of the carriage, I'm immediately surrounded by merchants wanting me to buy their products and women complimenting my outfit or my looks. I was used to this, so I continued walking through the sea of people until I got to the Lamia trade area. When I got there, I was devastated by the sight. Dozens of Lamia sat on a stage, dirty and underfed. Chained collars dawned their necks, ready for their new masters to use.

    I looked over the crowd of workers, each one different from the other, but there was one that stood out more than the others. He had charcoal black bones from the waist up with the most brilliant blue tail I'd ever seen. On his skull, tear marks flowed from his eyes down to his chin, the same brilliant blue as his tail. However, they didn't look like actual tears. Birthmarks maybe? What really struck me were his eyes, such beautiful mismatched eyes, but no matter his looks, he was definitely being mistreated, maybe even worse than the others. I knew right then and there that that was the Lamia I needed to get. I needed to get him out of this environment. I went up to the merchant selling them and asked, "How much are you selling the workers for?" He immediately straightened himself out, seeing that he was in the presence of a Painter. "M-Mister Painter! Um, it really depends on which one you are asking for," he said. He walked alongside me as I "inspected" each one, explaining their pros and cons as well as their prices. When we finally got to the black-boned Lamia, the merchant glared as he explained him. "This one, this one you do not want Mr. Painter. Not only does he refuse to work, but he has the worst respect towards his master, he'd have to go through extensive amounts of training before even being close to suitable for your house," the merchant sneered, spitting at the ground to show his distaste. The Lamia hissed at him, sending a glare towards the both of us.