Sans AU One-Shots

Ink || fictional.

Pairing: Ink Sans x Fictional! Female Reader
Prompt: We all like to daydream about our favorite fictional characters (idk like boney boys maybe 👀) but what if you were the fictional character and Ink was the one creating fake scenarios with you and him? (i.e. the turns have tabled)
Type: joke-fic that turns into an implied smut-fic at the end
Length: 5.7k words
Background: You're a fictional character from an unspecified form of media - could be a video game, book, movie, TV show, anime, whatever you think you'd fit best in. | If you didn't know, INK IS A LIL BAGUETTE MF (Yes, he's canonically French.) Emphasis on 'lil' lmao. Tho I specify you're shorter than him for this one-shot so let's give him his first and only W and make him at least a couple inches taller than you, m'kay? (I would like to clarify I love hating on Ink as a joke :) You can trust that smiley face, can't you?)
Notes: Requested by the lovely wwwcocoabits - she's keeping me in business lmao. | Idk what it is but both Ink and Error trigger some kinda primal urge in me to clown on their entire existence - and it's really only them that get that reaction out of me - because I spend way too much time in my writing joking at their expense because I think it's the funniest shit. Like don't get me wrong, I can be serious with them and treat them with care and delicacy, but also: Error's entire inclusion in Her Guardian was because 'lol you know what he would despise?'. I think it's funny to torment them 👍
Gosh I'm sorry this is long. SOMETHING YOU ACTUALLY NEED TO KNOW: I use a lot of French so anything in brackets [Like this.] is what Ink is saying in English. You are welcome for the sheer legwork I put in to include this much flirty French seduction in a singular one-shot (I'm not doing it again)

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Ink collapsed to the floor of the Doodle Sphere, groaning into the emptiness around him. Why did Error have to be such a prick? Destroying multiple AUs in one go was not cool. Ink lifted his head from the ground to see the tattered remains of the AUs' scripts, sighing tiredly. He'd done what he could but he just wasn't fast enough this time, and despite his positive self talk, his attempts at self-comfort just weren't cutting it. So he did what he always did when he felt sorry for himself and utilized his imagination to create, and just like that, the Doodle Sphere seemed to glow brighter around him as he imagined another voice talking to him.

He insisted he wasn't crazy like Error as he talked to the voice he could only hear in his head, the voice belonging to a fictional character named (Y/n) that he adored. Supposedly it was rather similar to how real people viewed Ink, wishing he was real so they could talk to him about their daily struggles, or have a friend to confide in that they knew inside and out - or perhaps turn into something more than friends. Ink viewed (Y/n) the same way. He would routinely tell her all about what was going on in his life, how stupid Error was being, imagine her fighting Error with him, or comforting him after the battle.

(Y/n) wasn't particularly outstanding in any ostentatious way, like the smartest or bravest or most talented at anything, but her charm didn't come from her abnormality but rather her normalcy. She was relatable and easy-going, the everywoman that was remarkably sweet and caring, the kind of woman you'd want to spend the rest of your life with - and that's what made her catch Ink's eye. She was the kind of girl he could be himself with and not fear judgment for his lack of soul or his weird quirks or his odd drawings of the two of them together, and that made her the perfect comfort character.

And in his imagination, she was doing exactly that, listening to him complain about Error and how hard his job was, giving him all the sympathy in the world since nobody else thought he deserved any. He would've loved a hug, absolutely positive she gave the best hugs in the world, and he sighed to himself at the thought and grabbed out a pen to jot that idea down on his scarf so he wouldn't forget to draw it later. Gee, the things he wanted to do with (Y/n) if he had the chance would fill out at least a couple drawing notepads. He felt his cheekbones flush a whole rainbow of colors. His imagination was good but it wasn't that good, unfortunately, and he could never be sure just how exactly she'd act in such situations. Sure his mind wandered to every single possibility when he drank too much of his pink paint vial, but it was hard not to. What he wouldn't do to have (Y/n) right now...