Sans Oneshots (Requests Open)

Ink!Sans x Colorblind!Reader

I sigh and walk up to the art academy, readying myself to submit my latest painting. Yes, I'm colorblind, but that won't stop me. I walk up to the counter.

"Excuse me," I say, grabbing the lady sitting behind the counter's attention. She looks up and adjusts her glasses. "How can I help you?" She asks. I take a deep breath. "Where do I go to submit my artwork for the academy?"

She leans over and takes a look at my painting, quick to make a face of disgust. "I'm sorry sweetheart," she says, disgust clear in her voice, "You'll never get into the academy with that. Try someplace else."

Angrily, I cross my arms and say "Why don't you just tell me where it is?" She smiles sweetly. "I'm sorry darling, I'm protecting your precious feelings. Don't want them to shatter, so we?"

Then someone else walks up. A skeleton with a splotch of ink on his face and some paint vials, along with a giant paintbrush. "Hey, where can I submit my artwork?" He asks.

The lady smiles as she looks at his painting. I look at it as well. It's really good, although I can't see the colors. The desk lady points down the hall. "You can submit that at the fourth room on the left, down the hall." She says.

I huff and cross my arms. "So you tell him and not me?" I ask, confronting her. The skeleton looks at my painting. "Hey, that's pretty good," he compliments. I look at the floor and rub my arm. "Thanks," I say, although the compliment was probably out of pity.

He sticks out his hand. "I'm Ink." I smile and shake it. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." The lady coughs. "Mr. Ink, why don't you head down the hall to submit your painting, and why don't you, Y/N, go home?"

I widen my eyes. Rude much? Ink clears his throat. "Actually, I think they'll be coming too. They made it past the first judgment, why wouldn't they make it past this one?"

She looks genuinely surprised that Ink is supporting me, which I am very grateful for. I smile at him, and he winks and grins back. The lady pouts and says "Alrighty sweetheart, but don't come crying to me when they kick you out."

Ink gestures for me to walk with him down the hall. "Thanks for backing me up," I thank him shyly. He grins. "Any time. I'm sure you'll get into the academy!"

I look at the floor. "I know you're just saying that out of pity," I whisper, not exactly expecting him to hear me. He looks at me and says "That's not true, why would you think that?" I answer "Well, I'm colorblind."

He frowns sadly. "I'm sorry about that! But how would I know that? Of course it's not a pity comment!" I mentally face palm. "Sometimes I forget I look normal in real life," I say.

Ink chuckles. "Anyways, I'm sure you'll get in to the academy. I dunno what that lady was talking about." I smile, feeling full of hope and determination. "Maybe, but you most definitely will. Even I can tell it's amazing!"

His cheeks darken, looking like a blush. He rubs the back of his neck and grins. "Thanks, Maybe we'll both get in!" I smile at the thought. "That'd be fun, wouldn't it?"

We finally arrive at the end of the hall. Ink and I exchange grins and whisper to each other "Good luck," before entering the room. There are a bunch of other people already there, and I see a man standing on a podium, looking very stern. The headmaster.

After looking around, Ink and I go to an open table and set up our paintings. Soon, the event starts, and the headmaster along with some other folks who just came to see walk around and look at the art.

"Atrocious," I hear him say to someone else. "Disgusting," He says to another. "How did you ever pass the first assessment?" He asks a girl who looks as if she'll burst into tears any second now.

I gulp nervously. He's only chosen 4 people so far, from what I've seen, and they have open spots for 50. There are still a ton of people to go, but at this rate, he'll probably only end up choosing maybe 20.

He then stands in front of me and Ink's table. "My, my," He starts, staring at my picture. He's gonna say something bad, isn't he? "This is wonderful!"

My eyes widen. Huh? "I love the colors! They're so unique and bring a new take on color schemes!" He says a few more things until saying "With the proper teaching, you could be an amazing artist!"

I quietly gasp as he hands me a n envelope with a seal that appears to be red from the shade it is. He smiles and shakes my hand. "Welcome to the Academy."

Then the headmaster moves over to Ink. He studies it for a few moments and I see a tiny bead of sweat run down Ink's skull. "This is preposterous!"

Really? Ink's painting is amazing! This is SO rigged. The headmaster crosses his arms and struts off to the other table. Ink smiles sadly. "It's alright, at least you got in."

He then disappears! I run outside the academy, leaving my painting behind, but keeping his. "INK!" I yell when I see him. My heart feels all fluttery for some reason. I notice tears streaming down his face.

Ink looks up and quickly wipes his tears. "O-oh, Hey Y/N," he says. I give him a hug. "I'm so sorry, Ink. Your painting is amazing. I was wondering if I could keep it? It would look really good in my house."

He perks up. "R-really?" I nod my head. "And also..." I twiddle my fingers. "I know I just met you, but I feel like it won't be worth it to go to the art school if you aren't going to be there. I think—I think I like...no, love you," I whisper.

Ink's face turns into a rainbow and his eye sockets widen. I put my hand over my mouth. "I-I'm sorry, I t-think—" He cuts me off by giving me a hug.

"I think I love you too."