Sans AU One-Shots

Dance || summoner.

Pairing: Demon! Dancetale Sans x Summoner! Female Reader
Prompt: Before Dream and the Star Sanses came into (Y/n)'s life, she had Dad and Dance. Everything was perfect, she had the ideal life, but her mysterious demon was keeping secrets and claiming he didn't dance when his name said otherwise. So, while guilty feet have got no rhythm, she found a way to make him dance again.
Type: lotta dancing (shocker, I know), summoner and demon talk (but that's more of the backdrop than the forefront), sweet nothings, happiness, cozy-feel
Length: 3k words
Background: This is based on the relationship between Dance and Y/n in my story Her Guardian, as the request was for their relationship to be fleshed out since it was only touched on in the story. Reading HG would be a good idea but this works perfectly fine as a standalone too. I don't dive into the demon lore too much so you don't really need to know that stuff either. | I don't really know how to classify this demon alternate universe idea of mine but a wonderful reader said she called it the Demonverse so I'm stealing that. Welcome to the Demonverse, kiddo <3
Notes: Requested by a lovely anonymous reader. | I've wanted to write Dance a one-shot for some time, I just haven't found a good plot. I still wanna write him something of my own creation (not a request, in other words) but I have to find the perfect story for him first. (Story of my life with literally every Sans I adore-)

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Careless Whisper played through the speaker resting on the mantle above the fireplace, and (Y/n) hummed along as she tried to dance – emphasis on 'tried'. It was obvious to anyone that glanced in her direction that she had no idea what she was doing, every movement choppy like she was being controlled by a button masher, and she struggled to find the beat and move to it. Was she aware she looked ridiculous? Absolutely. But dancing wasn't only about looking good doing it, it was about having fun – or maybe she just thought that because if she had a gun to her head and was told to dance, she'd be pushing up daisies. She was aware you didn't have to be good at something to enjoy doing it - she was a perfect example of skill not needing to be a factor to simply have a good time – but when she spotted her dad's demon protector nearly crashing into the staircase banister with his eyelights locked on her, her feet stuttered under her and she barely managed to catch herself, awkwardly coming to a stop under his stare.

Dance was Dad's demon guardian. Her dad was a summoner, and as summoning was a difficult and dangerous profession, demons were employed to keep summoners safe should something go wrong during a summoning. Dance was their family's demon, and he helped Dad with every summoning alongside (Y/n). (Y/n) had been learning all her life how to be a summoner, and eventually the mantle would be passed onto her – whenever her dad felt like retiring, which was never. He had a knack for it, well known throughout the community that knew of demons' existence to be a well put-together individual that never messed up a single summoning, and while they were big shoes to fill, Dad taught her everything he knew along the way. Since Mom had dropped little (Y/n) in his arms and waved sayonara, it was just the two of them so their bond was as unbreakable as diamond. With Dance completing their trio years later, it was no wonder the 3 of them were as close as they were seeing as they were all each other had.

But despite this closeness, (Y/n) still hesitated to dance in front of the demon.

"Nice moves," he called, flashing a lazy grin as he stepped into the living room with his hands in his pockets. She huffed, tapping her foot to try to find the beat and struggling. It was like music was a whole different language to her, one she had no hope of grasping, and she'd accepted a long time ago that she just didn't have the dancing gift.

(Y/n) flashed an embarrassed grin. "Any chance my demon could teach me how to dance?"

"What makes you think I know anything?" He would've had a point if his name wasn't literally Dance, but to his credit, she'd never seen him dance once. Sure he dressed like a hip-hop dancer, but she hadn't seen him so much as tap his foot to the rhythm like his name really was a red herring.