Sans Aus x Reader Oneshots (Requests CLOSED)

Inkfell Sans x Reader

Your POV:

You lightly sketched out the mural on a large piece of paper, humming softly. You began to see inteligable shapes, just as you wished. The art was of many skeletons, ones you had seen in a strange dream. They seemed like the perfect subject to paint on a wall. This wasn't illegal, the city and the owner of the house both gave you permission to paint all over the plain bricks.

You rolled up your finished work and stuck it on the back of your bike, then began pedaling to the wall you were going to spruce up. You poked holes into all of the major lines, about a centimeter apart, and then attached the paper to the wall. You took a can of black spray paint out of your bag and covered your face with a paper mask, then sprayed the holes, carefully. You removed the paper, took your paintbrush and dipped it into black paint, tracing over the black dots the spray paint-stencil had left.

You repeated this process until you had all of the lines done. Then it was time to paint the color. People stopped by and watched you work, as you played music softly and hummed or sang along. You had a fancy box marked; "tips 😀😀" You had to make a living somehow. You had a part time job as bartender, but you loved to paint in your free time, or sleep.

Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up, to drive you home, when you're drunk and all alone, who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?

It ain't me!

You heard a voice behind you say something. You paused the music.

"Excuse me for the music, sorry, I didn't hear you." You said politely, taking off your mask. You saw a skeleton with a gold tooth, a red hoodie, and spray paint cans.

"I said, that's really good." He said gruffly, a dusting of red on his cheeks.

"Oh, thank you!" You said, happy for the praise.

"Hey, uh, this is weird, but, I saw you've been here a while, and you don't have a drink, so I bought a full caf mocha and a bottle or water, and a muffin for you." He said, handing you a paper bag from Muffet's and then scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, blushing more.

"Oh! Thank you! Here, let me pay yup back, I'm sure I have a 20 in here somewhere." You said, searching through the tips box.

"O-oh, no. It's a present. From a fellow artist." He said, putting the money back in your hands and smiling softly.

You smiled and blushed too.

"O-k. Thank you! Would you like to stay, you can help if you have time. We can split the tips!" You offered. The skeleton nodded.

"Great! I'm y/n! Y/n l/n! You are?" You asked, holding out your right, paint coated hand.

"Sans, but just call me Ink, Fell, or Inkfell." He said, barely noticing the paint from your fingerless gloves getting on his skeletal hand. You nodded and smiled.

"Welcome to the team!" You welcomed, handing him a paintbrush and a mask.

"What kind of music do you like? We could also have silence, or we could talk." You asked, getting to work again.

"We can listen to whatever you want to, it's fine." He said, shrugging. You smiled and swatched colors.

"So I would like this blue on this little guy's scarf and boots, and this silver and some gold here and here." You explained, pointing around a cute little skeleton on the mural. Huh. Two of these skeletons looked kind of similar to the one you were painting with. One also had art stuff, and a huge scarf. And the other had a plain red jacket, a gold tooth and some cracked eye sockets.

"So where'd you get the idea for this? It's really creative!" Fell complimented. You smiled happily.

"I actually got the idea from a weird dream I had. When I woke up I sketched all of these guys, to remember them, and I thought they were beautiful. You kinda remind me of them, actually." You explained. Fell blushed.

"C-cool! So, do you want to uh, go get some lunch or dinner after this? I-I mean, if your boyfriend doesn't mind!" The skeleton stuttered. How cute.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend! And, I'd love to go get some dinner or lunch with you!" You said, beaming. He smiled back.

"O-ok!"

I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill.

This was one of your favorite songs! You sang along happily, painting the outline of another skeleton while Fell painted the colors in one with pixels over his eye, that was bleeding.

"Ow!" You yelped suddenly, cradling your now bleeding finger.

"What happened?!" Inkfell asked, slightly panicked.

"I cut myself on this glass here! Ow. Uh, I'll have to leave you here for a moment, I should go ask for a band aid at that hotel or something." You explained apologetically.

"Wait! Here, I-I have a better idea." The skeleton said, looking kind of nervous.

"What?" You asked, clutching your now completely bloody finger in your other hand.

"Here, this will feel a little weird, just, uh, close your eyes, okay?" He asked, taking your injured hand from the completely fine one.

You did as you were told, and suddenly felt something slightly wet and slimy on top of all the blood. You kept your eyes tightly shut. Then, the cut started tingling.

"Hey! Get a room, lovebirds!" Someone yelled from across the street, sniggering.

OH.

THAT'S WHAT HE WAS DOING.

WELP.

HE WAS LICKING YOUR CUT.

WHATEVER WORKED, AS LONG AS IT HEALED.

oh lord.

"Uh, you can open your eyes now." Fell said, sounding enormously embarrassed. You opened your e/c eyes, brushing some h/l, h/c hair out of your face.

"Do I want to know what you just did?" You asked.

"Probably not." He replied, truthfully.

"Okey dokey, let's just get back to painting then, shall we?" You said, smiling and blushing a ton.

His face color matched your, which was the color of his bright red jacket.

Jeez.

Bonus:

At about 8 AM the next day, you hired Fell to work with you and paint. He agreed, and then you asked him out on a date. He was too surprised to talk or move for a few minutes, but eventually replied with a faint "yes". He was f*cking adorable.

At your 4th date, you were sitting on someone's roof, watching the sunrise and talking all night long, when you leaned over and kissed Fell.

Long story short, he almost fell off the roof and broke his skull, but he instead blushed madly for the next 2 1/2 hours.

A/n: I know he's not very "fell-esque" but I just watched "An American in Paris", and I am so inspired to re-learn tap and learn to paint, it almost hurts. 😂😂, So I kinda styled InkFell like him for this Fanfic. Also, aftertale sans x reader should be next. The two songs I mentioned in the story are "Castle on the Hill" by Ed Sheeren, and "It ain't me" By Kiyo Ft. Selena Gomez.

♡♡Livvie♡♡