#inktale sans x reader

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Could you write headcanons/small drabble of your favorite skeletons with an hypersensitive reader?

Like they cry a lot, when they're crying of laughing, they're actually sobbing (idk if that makes sense

Kinda self projecting bit wtv

Have a good day/night and be safe :3

-💀anon

you got it 💀 !

UnderTale, UnderFell, Inktale, and Sanses with a hypersensitive reader

Classic:

-he came across you, on the floor, in tears.

-he immediately springs into action

-he basically raised Papyrus, who was the MOODIEST teenager... and toddler, as a matter of fact. so he knows how to calm a person down.

-"hey," is voice was soft. "what's up? why ya cryin'?"

-"it's nothing," you sniffled. "it's just a small thing, prsctically nothing, and here i am, sobbing over it."

-"listen, kid, everyone copes with things different. if you cry, so what? as long as you don't let it keep you down for good. give yourself a little grace, alright?"

-he takes you to Grillby's.

-asks you how you are for the next few days, just to make sure you're okay

Edge:

-you're at his house, not really doing anything

-youre both just on your phones

-until you see something that makes you start to cry

-"what the hell's wrong with you?" he would ask. he doesn't really mean to be so rude.

-then you start crying harder

-"shit, y/n, i didn't mean it like that... whats the matter?"

-"its nothing. just a stupid comic."

-he doesnt say anything. he doesnt think he can say anything that wont make you cry more.

-"ya alright now?" he would ask after you stop crying.

-he wont hug you or anything, just place his hand in a reassuring way on your shoulder.

Ink:

-he pops into your universe to see you crying on your bed

-that worries him. being one of the Star Sanses, he has a lot of enemies, and one of them could've hurt you.

-he would push you to talk about it. he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just that if something was off about it, it could've been one of nightmare's goons.

-after you finally tell him, he would just hug you and rub your back.

-"it's okay, sunshine. it's gonna be alright."

[starmonsterrr]

[ * Fun new game: what did you do to fluster them ]

[ * OK SO it started out as a little doodle on ms paint because i wanted to draw Ink blushing, but then i wanted to properly line it on krita, but then I added the tail and thought "why not animate it?" and this happened ]

[ * they're... they so cute.... RAHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥 i love him a lot , , , ]

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

I would like to request Ink x a very affectionate reader that is constantly showering him with hugs and kisses c:

(ink seriously needs more love.)

Totally didn't slide a tiny bit of against into this...

Featuring: Ink

Masterlist

He fucking loves it.

Please pick his small ass up and kiss his skull until you don't feel your lips.

Ink gets even more distracted in missions now, it's not his fault he wants to feel you give him affection 24/7!

It doesn't matter what you're doing, cooking, cleaning, brushing your teeth.. he needs cuddles at this instant!!

He'd love if you were the big spoon while cuddling/sleeping, for no exact reason... he likes feeling the warm when you wrap your arms around his waist and whisper sweet nothings to his skull when you think he's asleep.. who said that??

Though, he mysteriously disappears for days and when he comes back he doesn't have any explanation.. his vials were empty and he forgot about you... Uuh.. did you hear that traveler?

Ink decided it was a good idea to lie to you and say his vials were medicine he needed to be less forgetful and used the excuse that they only sell those in a very far away universe..

Daydreams how it'd be like when he comes back home to your arms while fighting against Error..

Dream found it strange that Ink suddenly started feeling a lot of positive emotions, even more than those he felt after drinking all of his yellow vials, yet he quickly snugged it off as a good thing, your friend's feeling happy, so why shouldn't you?

Anyways, he's struggling to retribute the affection he receives, especially when he's trying to, he ends up relaxing into your embrace and sleeping.. but he'll do it! Someday..

The rays of moon light penetrate the curtains as you blink repeatedly, slowly opening your eyes, seeing the figure of a asleep Ink snuggling his face in your chest, did he fall asleep hearing to your heartbeats again? Probably.

He looked so peaceful.. nothing like his energetic and unquiet self, you caress his skull with your hand, which his body quickly reacted as his head was pressing itself against your palm.

"I love you Ink.."

You kissed his forehead as you closed your eyes and went back to sleep again, yet something you didn't know is that the same skeleton who you thought was sleeping was actually very awake, simply keeping his eyes closed and enjoying your sweet embrace.

[skelesunderthetale]

What makes them happy

Characters: Sans, Red, Blue, Dream, Nightmare, Ink

🎡 Undertale (Sans): He’s a simple guy. The kind to try and appreciate every moment. What makes him happy is probably also the most important thing for him: his family. Nothing can make Sans smile more than a nice hang out with his brother, either it be at home or going out for some food. Papyrus is always there to chit chat with him, and he likes listening. But all of the above can apply to his special someone… Underfell (Red): Another simple guy! He likes when someone thinks about him, in general. Obviously, he very rarely felt that way considering his universe is the contrary of kindness. It did happen, long ago, that his brother would make cards or handmade gifts for him. It’s the fact that those things were directed to him that made him so happy. Now, any kind of attention towards him makes his soul skip a beat. Underswap (Blue): Holidays, his favorite thing ever. He just absolutely adores seeing everyone gather up, naturally happy and appreciating each other's company. Any kind of event that includes him welcoming people to his home, cooking and providing for them. He loves feeling helpful and making others feel at ease. Blue likes the simplicity of holiday joy, that’s when he feels the happiest. Dreamtale (Dream): Similar to Blue, of course he likes helping others, it’s his duty and reason to be alive. However… We all have a selfish side, and his selfishness created the fact that what makes him happy is getting favors in return. Not anything life threatening, just a task to assign someone in return for his protection. He also likes being pampered. He takes care of everyone, why can’t somebody hug him too? He’d very much like that, and he deserves it. Dreamtale (Nightmare): Now why would he want to be happy? He hates it and hates everyone in this stupid post. Kidding. Sadly for him, it makes his soul tingle a bit in happiness when he gets something new to read. He especially likes those big spined books, with shiny writing and sometimes embroidery of uncommon color. He’s also a fan of classic old decor, as long as it’s dark enough. He likes his environment, that’s what makes him… Satisfied.

 ___tale (Ink): It’s confusing him. Sometimes he likes things, and other times he hates said things. But something he obviously likes is art. Art is so vague, it can represent anything, it can even make the worst soulless ink-made skeleton in the universe relate to an ambiance or sentiment. It doesn’t need to be happy to be beautiful, and neither does he. That’s what he likes so much about it.

[rangersshamecorner]

if you know me from my main no you dont

Anyway Click image for better quality cuz tumblr hates me and my family

[skeleboiii84]

RANDOM SHENANIGANS~✨

(I'm nu ded lol UwU you know the drill people ÚwÙ including Y/N!!) let's get this party started darlings

Fresh: babbbbezzz

Y/N: yesssss?

Fresh: did you find my-

Y/N: what-

Fresh: are- are you actually studying-???

Y/N: ....yes- yes I am and I'm in severe mental depression please cuddle me TvT

Fresh: say less suga-

Y/N: Killer! Get in the goddamn bath you STINK

Killer: *UNHINGED DEMON SCREECH*

Y/N: IT'S NOT THAT BAD-

Dust: what in the name of fuck is going on in-

Y/N: hey dust- you need a bath too actually

Dust: 👁👁

(Dust fuckin runs out the door as fast as possible)

Killer: ASSSSSHOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!

red: anytime one of you assholes fuckin give me attitude I'm hittin on Y/N-

Sans: so cool

Blue: so cool

Mutt: so cool

Stretch: so cool

Red: tf-

Sans: so cool

Red: shut up-

Stretch: so cool

Mutt: so cool-

Red: SHUT THE FUCK UP-

Ink: heya human!

Y/N: H-

Error: SCREW YOU INK-

Ink: I didn't even do anything-

Fresh: bros got it worse than me-

Dream: so you you two use pet names?

Nightmare: gross and cringe- wtf dream-

Y/N: nighty baby 🥺 there's a spider!!

Nightmare: I'll take care of it doll face-

Dream: .....

Nightmare: I'll kill you if you utter a word- OvO

Temmie: HOI!! HOOMAN IS VERY PRETTY TEMMIE WANTS DATE!

Y/N; -3- you know what- let's do it I ain't got nothin better to do

Stretch, Red, Sans, Blue, edge: . . .

Stretch: nah because I know Temmie ain't got more Rizz than us-

Edge: YYYYYYY/NNNNNNNN

Y/N: oop! GOTTA BOUNCE-

Butch: now I ain't gonna hurtcha doll~

Y/N: O3O

Butch: M'only gonna rip you open- and tear out your insides

Y/N: oooooooo lawd yes please ÚvÙ

Butch: tf-

Y/N: thanks cross..holding me like this..its nice

Cross: heh heh..don't worry I just knew ya needed a hug is all

Killer: gay-

Y/N: where tf did you come from-

Killer: the bushes-

Y/N: I'm not gonna ask-

Stretch: you can be anything you want

Y/N: can I be in Dem sweats you have on? (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Stretch: i- you- we- uh- but- HUH-

Y/N: .-w-.

Stretch: IT WAS A JOB STATEMENT- NOT A FUCK ME STATEMENT-

Y/N: difference beeeeeinggg?

Hey y'all, I'm partly back to posting but as it goes my requests are still for the time being CLOSED and are not open but enjoy your feeding children

[eminemily05]

Peaceful Mornings

Welcome, everyone, to my obligatory every couple months fanfic posting. Just so everyone knows I’m still alive.

This is an Ink x Reader rewrite from 2018 (Holy Shit), and I’m excited to get this revamped version out to some of you

It’s just straight fluff, hopefully on brand

There’s also a bit of French, so here are the translations:

Mon chef-d’œuvre - My masterpiece

Mon prisme - My prism

Without further ado, the story. It’s gender neutral, at a nice 1.7k words. I hope you all enjoy~

Soft sunbeams leaked past the cream colored curtains. Dust dancing through the shards. Birds sang and called softly from within their trees, enjoying their early mornings without so much of a care. A bed creaked slightly in the otherwise quiet room. The sound of fabric rustling together followed with a gentle groan of movement and life.

Quiet breaths slipped past your lips as you readjusted yourself in a sleep-filled manner. The covers slipped from your body slightly, prompting a whine as the room’s cold air nipped at your skin. Reaching out for any warmth lingering on your skin. You tried to scoot away to something warmer. Curling up, your head bumped slightly against something solid. The object bounced slightly with a silent laugh as your face screwed into one of confusion.

A gentle hand combed over your head, soft skeletal touches pushing you into a relaxed state once more. Your face unscrewed and became peaceful once more. They hummed, stopping as you moved to press into the touch. You couldn’t help the whine that left your throat. You were enjoying that, damnit. Your quiet protest was only met with an equally quiet snicker.

After a couple minutes, they finally spoke up. A teasing coo filled your ears as they seemed to lean in closer.

”Come onnnn, it's time to get upppp” An incessant poking began against your shoulder, prompting a grunt from your sleeping form. Trying to swat the touch away, you moved to roll on your other side. To try and get away from the playful needling. A hand on your arm easily prevented your escape.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” the poking moved up to your cheek, continuing its steady movement without fault. “You can’t sleep foreverrrr.”

You tried, to no avail, to bury your face into the pillow under your head to escape the next round of poking. A tired groan, followed by a loud yawn, signaled your waking consciousness. You blinked quickly, working your eyesight into focus as your brain booted itself to a sense of awareness. Flinching slightly as light flooded your vision.

So much for sleeping in…

A glare was shot at the innocent mask of the skeleton in front of you. Eye lights trailed on your face as he smiled without a shred of remorse. How dare he wake you up so early with the gall to look innocent.

”You wake me up like that again, and I’m tossing your bony ass to the streets.” You huffed, stretching out. “Don’t think I won’t, Ink.”

That innocent look morphed into a smug expression. He was lucky you were too tired to wipe it off that skull of his. And he was fully aware of that fact, too.

Smug little shit.

He snickered, bony arms wrapping around the softness of your waist. A tug and you were pulled against his loosely clothed body. Gentle nuzzles were pressed against your temple. Soft purrs vibrated his ribs and arms, pulling you in close with a slight smile.

Huh. He was being shockingly sweet this mornin-

“I figured it would be bed-er to cover-se with you than Broomie.” The words were mumbled against your skin, a smirk growing at his own wordplay. Snickers were hidden against your shoulder, though they threatened to spill easily,

Welp, there goes the wonderful moment.

Your silence was enough to cause the skeleton a moment of confusion. Thinking you had fallen back asleep, he let out a sound of surprise as a pillow was thrown against his skull. A loud snort followed from under the plush object.

”It’s too early for your puns, damnit!” You growled, with no true malice. “Pack your bags funny bone, you’re living on the streets.”

A loud whine was your response. Oh boy.

“No! Mon chef-d’œuvre! Don’t leave meeee!!!” A hand shot out, phalanges wrapping tight around the skin of your forearm. The pillow lifted, revealing a (somehow) pouting expression. Blurred eye lights enhancing the ‘sad’ emotion he was feeling.

Was that a tear shape, for crying out loud?

You centered a flick to his nose aperture. The pouting instantly melted into one of giggling and snorts. Very cute giggling and snorts.

Aw, hell. You couldn’t truly stay mad at him…

As long as he didn’t dump any more random buckets of paint on you. That was a grudge you could hold for days. You didn’t let him forget that either.

Content he had been thoroughly scolded, you settled down next to him. Your arms wrapped around his covered rib cage, head settling against the rising and falling of his sternum. Once his laughing had died down, he returned the gesture. Skeleton kisses pressed against the top of your head in apology. He would definitely forget about this come the evening time.

You both stayed there for a couple minutes, your brain booting to full consciousness. When you had finally felt awake enough you glanced up at Ink. But he wasn’t looking back at you. Instead, his eye lights were blurred around the edges, flickering slightly to indicate his blinking. He was completely focused on the wall, but you knew full well he was more focused on his own thoughts.

A serious expression dug into his features, surprising you. He could switch moods so drastically, not that it was anything new at this point in your life with him. He did it more times in a day than you could count on your hand. That didn’t keep it from constantly managing to surprise you. No matter how much it happened.

You grabbed his arm carefully, pulling it close as he stayed unwavering. Tracing the patterned swirls of his gray forearm, a shudder of his lights caught your attention. Then a shudder through his body. A flicker, new set of eye lights, and a turn of his head redirected his attention back to you.

He tilted his skull.

”…What were we doing…?” He asked, confused.

Humming, you intertwined your fingers with his skeletal ones.

”Well I was just about to get up, if you’d like to join me.” You softly explained, working to gently guide his thoughts.

Ink constantly did that, forgetting simple moments. But, you never held that against him. We all get mixed up then and again.

The artist gave you a broad smile, fangs peeking out slightly. The only warning you got before you were snatched from the warm covers.

”You don’t have to ask me twice!” He shot out of bed with newfound excitement, picking you up with ease (despite his much shorter stature). You couldn’t help but yelp in surprise as you’re hauled out of your room, gripping tight to his white shirt.

“Hey!” You laugh slightly as he bounds for the kitchen, “Don’t get too excited, you’re cooking breakfast this morning!”

He did not appreciate that, demonstrated by his mood doing an instant 180. You felt the groan rattling through his body before it slipped past his teeth. Smirking, you poked the black stain on his cheek. “Did you think I’d let you off the hook so easily for waking me up?”

He huffed and pretended to drop you, letting you squeal before quickly catching you. He was such a sore loser sometimes. That big ol’ baby.

You poked his cheek again. And again. And again.

Now he wasn’t gonna answer? What was he, 5?

”Inkkkk,” you whined, looping your arms around his neck. “Don’t be pouty. These are the consequences of your actions.”

Did...Did he just turn his nose up at you? He absolutely did.

Two could play at that game. You mumbled out, ”Fine then….I guess I’ll make breakfast…on my own…and work tirelessly…after being woken up so early…” A faux sigh of resignation followed your words.

There, the trap was laid. This is where he would pity you. Bundle you up in blankets and coo as he pleaded that, ‘No! You don’t need to! I’ll cook it for us.’ It was the perfect plan.

”You’ll cook breakfast? Oh, perfect, Mon prisme!” He gave you a beaming smile.

…damnit…

You groaned and rested your head against his chest. He wasn’t supposed to just give up like that! Ink was supposed to take up the task for himself so you wouldn't be made to cook. So much for convincing him.

“You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you..”

A brightly colored tongue poked out from his mouth, expressing his cheeky expression. Wait a minute-

He knew full well what he was doing! Bastard!

Resigning to your fate, you let him place you down in front of the stove. As you moved around to grab ingredients, he made himself comfortable at the dining table. Ink hummed a soft tune, letting his sockets slide closed.

You peeked over your shoulder and smiled at the sight. The soft scent of cooking food filled the kitchen. Most times, you didn’t get to spend a day with Ink, never mind even waking up with him. He would usually be out, doing what he does best. Spreading creative inspiration, fighting the forces of evil, (you had told him he sounded like some cliche hero when he told you that. He was not pleased with that), and taking care of his art projects.

As much as you played being annoyed, you couldn’t be more happy. You can’t take any second for granted with his visits. So, you’d cook breakfast this one time and pay no mind. Even if that ‘one time’ was practically every time.

Grabbing two plates, you began to set food when bony arms wrapped around your waist. The skeleton practically purred as he buried his nose aperture against your back. A silent ‘thank you’ for your efforts, you supposed.Though, you’d already forgiven him for his cheeky attitude and turning the tables on you. You reached down and patted a hand against one of his. His grip tightened slightly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“How about after this, we go lay back down? Or, we could go outside and relax in the grass.” You handed him a plate, adding, “As long as it isn’t too hot.”

He pulled himself away from your back, looking up at you. A soft expression coated his features, pink themed eye lights flickering.

”As long as you agree to be in a painting.”

Blushing slightly, you cleared your throat. It wasn’t a rare request from him, but it still got you flustered every time.

”Alright.” You mumbled. He instantly perked, taking the plate with a nuzzle to your cheek.

”Merci, my Muse!”

Ink better thank his lucky stars you were too flustered to chase him with the spatula in your hand. That flirt.

What ever were you ever going to do with him…

[imtrashraccoon]

Ooh could you perhaps write something for cross? Like an X reader? I haven't seen many of those- like- at all, and it's incredibly sad because the boy deserves love :c

Feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna do it <3

I'm so sorry for the wait, Anon! I didn't realize it had been almost a month since I received this! In my defense it took me like two weeks to figure out what I wanted to write in the first place. I hope this doesn't disappoint because it's way longer than I intended it to be...

A Gentle Soldier

Cross!Sans x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 4,875

You were simple person, just doing what you could to get by in the world. It wasn't an easy or comfortable life but you made the best of it.

After your father passed away, you were left with the cabin he'd built that had been your childhood home. It was a small one room building with a loft for sleeping and a fireplace set into one wall, which was especially nice in the Winter when the stone bricks it was built from radiated the heat throughout the entire cabin.

You kept a small vegetable and herb garden out back and regularly hunted or trapped animals for meat year round. You also preserved anything extra for the cold months when you might not be able to leave the cabin during bad storms for several days. Other than the occasional trip into the nearby village for rifle ammo and a few other things that you couldn't make yourself, you were self sufficient and almost never interacted with anyone.

Maybe one day you'd meet someone and start a family, but they'd have to be adaptable because you weren't about to just abandon the life you'd worked so hard to build for yourself. You liked to think that you were a reasonable sort but there were some things that you wouldn't compromise on. Moving back into the village was one of them, so unless you had no other options, you were going to hang on dearly to your little piece of paradise.

Today was a bit of a gloomy one, but despite the heavy rainfall the previous night, many dark clouds still remained overhead. There was a cool breeze as well, but you figured the inclement weather would hold off for a few hours at least, which was enough time to check your traps.

After putting on a thick coat for warmth and in case you were wrong about the rain, you shouldered a rucksack which held extra traps and some small tools. You also slung your father's hunting rifle over your shoulder, which while you didn't think you'd need it, there was always the possibility of running into a hungry bear or wolf this time of year. You were a decent shot, but hopefully if you did end up missing, the loud noise would be enough to scare them away.

While checking each of your traps, you thought it was strange how quiet the forest seemed today. Not even the occasional birdsong interrupted the silence and none of the traps had even been touched. That was disappointing, but you still had some meat you'd smoked previously and you had enough flour to make some bread so you wouldn't go hungry tonight at least.

You were on your way home again when you heard a loud noise.

It was like several trees had been knocked over or like a landslide had been triggered.

That wasn't something an animal could do.

You checked that your rifle was loaded but kept the safety on for now as you carefully made your way towards the strange noise. You only wanted to take a peek, just in case someone had gotten hurt. Although, it soon became apparent that whatever or whomever had caused the disturbance was still in the area and, as you drew closer, you began to hear people shouting as if they were in the middle of a fight.

You stopped at the crest of a hill and peered down into the little valley below.

There were at least four monsters below you, three of which were seemingly working together to attack the fourth. They all looked like skeleton monsters, however there were some anatomical differences between them and human skeletons. They were dressed completely different from both each other and from any monsters you'd ever seen before too.

The first was a skeleton whose outfit was rather intricate but it was also completely black and white. It was hard to describe with all the layers of clothing, but the basics of his outfit seemed to be a white parka with a fluffy hood, a narrow white cape with black edges, and a pair of black shorts with white stripes that were shaped like an X. He had twin bone daggers with hollow blades and even from here you could tell that he was quite experienced with them.

The second skeleton was wearing a metal chestplate, a light blue bandana tied around his neck with matching gloves and boots, and sturdy looking jeans. He kind of looked like a warrior from an RPG to you and the large maul he was wielding only solidified that thought in your mind.

The third skeleton was a bit shorter than the others and he seemingly flitted about like a leprechaun with what looked like a giant paintbrush. His outfit was mostly brown but some of the straps holding it together were bright yellow and green. He also had on a pair of fingerless gloves and sported a very long brown scarf that somehow didn't impede his movements at all.

Their outfit choices seemed to be representative of their personalities since you couldn't think of any other reason for the variety on display. The first struck you as the strong and silent type, with the second seeming like he was dependable, and the third looked almost carefree and yet also rather bubbly at the same time.

Their opponent though, just looking at him seemed to fill you with dread, and while you had limited experience with people, even you knew he was bad news.

He was several inches taller than the three, not counting the numerous black tentacles protruding from his back. His bones and clothing also seemed to be completely black, in such a way that gave him the appearance of having been dipped in ink, except it didn't seem to leave a mess everywhere. Speaking of clothing, while it was hard to differentiate where his bones ended and clothes began, his outfit looked like it consisted of a fancy overcoat and you could see that he was wearing a gold circlet and several rings on his phalanges. He seemed to only have one working eye socket, which had a piercing cyan eyelight, if the way he kept guarding his right side was any indication, but other than the uncountable number of tentacles, he didn't appear to have any weapons of his own, not that it seemed to be a problem for him.

You knew in your heart that you shouldn't be sticking around and risk being caught in the crossfire, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue watching. It was almost mesmerizing with how fluid their movements were and even though each had their own techniques, they all seemed to work flawlessly together. Their opponent seemed frustrated in comparison and yet he was managing to hold his own against all three at once. You didn't know what the stakes were or how the fight had even started, but you couldn't help but silently cheer for the three skeletons to win.

The monochromatic skeleton was suddenly grabbed by a tendril and sent flying until he collided with a nearby tree. You watched in horror as his body slumped to the ground and when he didn't move for several long seconds, you felt the sickly feeling of dread beginning to pool in your stomach.

The other two skeletons were too busy to check on their compatriot and you could tell the nightmarish looking one would send each of them flying as well if they lost focus for even a second.

You had to see if he was hurt and how badly.

Not caring if you were seen anymore, you scrambled down the steep incline, scattering loose stones and dirt under your boots in a mini landslide as you did so. Somehow you didn't lose your footing but it certainly did slow you down.

Although, before you could reach the fallen skeleton, there was a flash of bright light and another one appeared by his side.

This skeleton was a bit taller than the others, but still shorter than the scary one, and you almost had to squint to even look at him. His presence almost seemed to warm up the immediate area and, rather confusingly, just seeing him made you feel calm and like you should be happy. Considering the situation, it also felt unnerving but you couldn't place exactly why that was.

Somehow, he was dressed even more fanciful than any of the others. Over a form fitting black body suit, he had a loose white outfit that kind of resembled a tunic with bright yellow accents. The best way to describe it was like he'd stepped out of an ancient Egyptian mural, only he was somehow more beautiful.

This new skeleton knelt down by the first and placed his gloved hands on his still crumpled form. A soft yellow glow flickered from between his fingers before the monochromatic skeleton's body jolted awake. The bright one then stood up and said something you didn't quite hear, which the other nodded in response to.

He summoned a gorgeous longbow with a string made of glowing blue energy. Then, he appeared to notch a similarly glowing arrow and turned as if to join the fight, before his gaze locked with your own.

You were completely awestruck and for a moment you found yourself lost in his golden eyelights. You felt like you should be overjoyed that he'd noticed you but the disinterested look on his skull quickly quelled those thoughts. He looked like he was about to say something to you, when a shout from the nightmarish skeleton interrupted him.

"Dream! So you've resorted to collecting pawns now?!" his voice thundered across the little valley.

The bright skeleton, whose name was apparently Dream, let out a tired sigh and turned to face the antagonizing one. "I'm tired of fighting, brother. So I'm here to finish this once and for all," he responded in a tone that, while much calmer, still held a certain level of venom and he'd notably ignored the accusations.

The two brothers practically leaped at each other and their resounding blows echoed throughout the surrounding area. Dream was far more agile than you'd expected and his arrows seemed to burst like a firecracker as they found their mark. His brother seemed to transform into a form that struck so much more fear into you than his first had, so much so that you couldn't bear to watch them any further.

"hey, are you alright?"

You startled and glanced to your left to find the monochromatic skeleton had hauled himself to his feet and apparently had also noticed you.

He looked rather banged up but fortunately didn't seem to have any broken bones or other obvious injuries. Although, there were several tears in his jacket, which you could now see was actually short sleeved and that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath. The ends of his cape were also frayed but you could tell they were already like that before he'd been whipped into a tree.

However, the most striking details about him were his white eyelights, that almost seemed to have a soft purple glow at the center, and an old jagged red scar under his right eye socket. He seemed genuinely concerned about you too, which was a little odd since you were the one who'd originally been concerned about him.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I think..." you managed to respond.

His bonebrows knit together in a way that seemed to suggest that he didn't fully believe you. He didn't choose to press you further though and instead retrieved his daggers from the ground where he'd dropped them earlier.

"okay then, but you should probably try to get as far away from here as you can. as you can see, things get messy fast when these two meet."

"You don't need to tell me twice."

With one last glance to make sure you really were okay, he charged back into the fray again, leaving you to figure out how you were going to get back up the hill. The rain had left the already steep slope much softer than usual and even if you crawled up on your hands and knees, there was no way you'd make it without sliding back down.

Which meant you'd have to find another way.

While you were trying not to focus on the terrifying fight going on, you couldn't ignore it completely. Still, you did your best to make as little noise as possible and hoped that they were all too occupied to notice you.

Just as you'd found a place with decent looking handholds to haul yourself up, you heard someone shout a warning from behind you.

As you turned to see what was going on, your vision was engulfed in a bright blue light.

You heard something impact the rocks behind you.

Then you heard a crumbling sound and felt some small stones hit your head.

[...]

When you came to, you were lying on your back staring up at the grey sky. You could still hear fighting so you must've only been out for a few minutes. You started to sit up but a firm hand on your shoulder kept you from doing so.

"easy there." The monochromatic skeleton was leaning over you now and he still looked rather concerned. His pale eyelights flitted over your face looking for injuries before focusing on a spot just above your right temple.

Your head was throbbing in such a way that you knew you'd get a headache later and when you gingerly ran your fingers over your scalp, you discovered that you were bleeding. Whatever had knocked you out had apparently been sharp enough to give you what seemed to be a nasty cut.

As soon as you'd registered this, the skeleton quickly tore off a section from his cape and wrapped it around your head to serve as a makeshift bandage. He also applied a firm but gentle pressure in an attempt to stem the bleeding. You couldn't help but admire how calm he was as anyone else would probably be a little panicked in this situation. It was almost like he had done this many times before.

"What happened?" you finally asked.

His cool demeanor faltered for a moment to be replaced with a tight frown. "you were spotted by nightmare and he tried to grab you, but dream stopped him..."

You noticed his phalanges twitch as if he wanted to clench his fists before stopping himself and continuing to try to patch you up. Sensing that there was something else that he wasn't saying out loud, you tried to press him further.

"I'm grateful of course, but what's bothering you about it?"

"he was careless and if his aim had been off just a bit more, he could've actually hit you," he grumbled under his breath.

He closed his eyes and took a long-suffering breath. When he seemed to have calmed down some, he made eye contact with you again.

"are you alright otherwise? does anything else hurt?" he asked.

You took a second to flex each of your limbs, but other than a few aches that would probably just become bruises, you didn't seem to have any other injuries.

"No, I think I'm fine. A bit shaken up but that's pretty normal in these situations, right?"

He raised a bonebrow and was about to respond when a sound that sounded like a mix between a harsh hiss and a deep growl interrupted him. He whirled in the direction it had come from, simultaneously drawing his daggers that he must've sheathed earlier when he had stopped to help you.

Two shadows wielding battleaxes had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and they started advancing on the two of you. With the black armour they were wearing and the way they easily dwarfed everyone else on the battlefield, you knew these guys were bad news. Other than the glow of their cyan eyelights, they were entirely black and while it was hard to tell, save for their sharp teeth and claws, they also appeared to be skeletons.

Your rescuer didn't hesitate for a second before basically launching himself at them. When they responded to his assault by swinging their heavy weapons, you half expected him to get knocked back, but he ducked under one and sidestepped the other.

He moved so quickly that you could barely keep track of him with your eyes but it seemed that he was using his smaller stature to his advantage. He wasn't wearing heavy armour either which meant he could dodge pretty much every blow with relatively little effort.

In the blink of an eye, he sliced clean through one's torso and simultaneously beheaded the other.

The bodies of the shadowy skeletons seemed to flicker before dissolving into thin air.

He'd won!

"Wow..." you gasped. "I could tell you were good but I didn't know you were that good..."

He nodded and took a cursory glance around the area before letting himself relax again. He was breathing quite heavily after all that, but there was a small glimmer of relief in his pale eyelights when he looked back at you.

"thanks." He seemed to study you for a moment before approaching and holding out his hand. "do you think you can walk?"

"Yeah..." As he helped you to your feet, you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm and you were certain that you were blushing.

What was this day? You'd never seen any skeleton monsters before now and when one of them had showed this much concern for your well-being, you were reduced to nothing but a flustered mess, as if you were a grade schooler with a crush all of the sudden.

He held onto your hand for a few seconds longer than he probably should've but when he realized, he quickly dropped it like he'd been burned. Even though he looked away immediately afterwards, you thought you saw a soft purple glow flicker across his cheekbones.

In that moment, you were struck with the realization that he looked kinda cute. Unfortunately, he seemed a bit unsure of himself all of the sudden, despite how confident he'd been fighting moments prior. It was...rather endearing actually.

"Hey, um, thanks for stopping to help and...for just saving my life too."

He smiled and, while it was a small one, you could almost feel how genuinely glad he was. He let out a soft chuckle and fiddled with the wrapped handle of one of his daggers as that same purple glow coloured his zygomatic arch again.

"yeah...of course. i couldn't just ignore you, especially when you had no part in this," he muttered.

You introduced yourself before asking the one question that had been on your mind from the moment you had first seen him. "What's your name?"

He opened his mouth to answer when a bright light from the still ongoing battle grabbed your attention.

While his clothes had been slightly torn and dirtied, Dream stood tall with his bow drawn, ready to fire the notched golden arrow at his brother. He'd only been using blue energy arrows before, but this one seemed much more powerful, if the magic that was pouring from it like a hungry flame was any indication.

In contrast, Nightmare was in a combat ready position with his tentacles poised to strike. His clothing seemed relatively untouched, but the inky substance covering him had either served to protect him or at the very least hide any damage he'd incurred.

While both skeletons were breathing heavily, Nightmare definitely seemed like he was much more worn out than his brother. Which was probably why Dream had brought the others along in the first place now that you thought about it.

Time seemed to stand still as the golden skeleton let the arrow fly.

The world was instantly bathed in an explosion of light.

The nightmarish one let out an anguished scream and clutched his chest as he fell to his knees.

The edges of his form seemed to blur together and for a moment you wondered if he would disappear like the dark skeletons had earlier.

Then the ground suddenly erupted around the golden skeleton.

He was abruptly run through with several black tentacles.

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock as he collapsed as well.

The monochromatic skeleton next to you seemed frozen in shock but in the few seconds that he hesitated, the other two reached Dream first. They seem to briefly examine him before the one in blue gingerly picked up the injured skeleton.

The skeleton in brown swung his large paintbrush which summoned a swirling golden vortex in mid air.

"Cross! We have to go now!" the blue skeleton shouted.

That seemed to spur the skeleton by your side into action and he started to hurry towards them, but stopped himself and glanced back at you. He had a conflicted expression on his skull, as if he knew that he should go with his colleagues but he also looked like he didn't want to leave just yet.

"Cross? Is that your name?" you asked.

He nodded firmly, "yeah..."

"You should probably go with them. I'll be fine, okay?"

He hesitated for a moment longer before his skull took on a determined expression. "stay safe then," he said before sprinting across the valley to the others.

They disappeared into the portal and silence blanketed the forest once more and for the second time today, you shouldered your bag and rifle, neither of which seemed to have been damaged from the debris that had hit you.

Just before you climbed back up the hill, you glanced around the little valley. While a couple of trees had been knocked over, no lasting damage seemed to have been caused by the conflict. There wasn't even any bodies that you'd have to think about burying.

[...]

Time passed as it always did. Summer came and went without anything else out of the ordinary happening and you began preparing for Winter.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kind skeleton that had saved your life. His skills were impressive and you'd never met anyone who actually knew how to fight like he did since it really wasn't necessary nowadays. Oddly enough though, you began to realize that you also found him...handsome.

You'd never heard or met any other skeletons before him and you certainly hadn't since. Maybe they were very rare or maybe there just weren't any living in the area. Either way, it was probably because you'd never found actual skeletons scary. You never would've imagined actually being attracted to one though, monster or not.

You wished you could see him again.

But you didn't know where he was from or really anything else about him besides his name.

So you tried to it put out of your mind and focus on stockpiling food and fuel for Winter.

Today you were chopping up some firewood. You'd been doing a little at a time over the past few weeks so as to not overwork yourself and by now you'd managed to stockpile just about two month's worth. You estimated that you were probably almost halfway done but you wanted to be sure you had enough just in case.

Just as you cleaved yet another log in half, you heard someone approaching from the forest. With your trusty axe still in hand, you turned to see who or what was intruding on your little piece of rustic paradise.

To your shock, Cross was standing only a few paces away from you. He looked much the same as he did before, although his uniform had since been mended.

"uh, hey again," he said in a quiet tone of voice.

For a moment, you were tongue-tied but quickly tried to recover. "H-hey! Um, what...brings you out here in the middle of nowhere?"

A purple glow flickered across his cheekbones and he rubbed the back of his cerebral vertebrae. "i wanted...to come check on you..." he muttered. "i hope this doesn't sound weird, but i just had to see you again..."

You leaned your axe against the chopping block so as to not risk dropping it on your toes. Running a hand over your face, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"No, it's not weird. I was actually hoping we'd see each other again."

His eye sockets widened in surprise and his pale eyelights quickly scanned your face as if he didn't believe what he'd heard. After a few moments, he grinned, although his cheekbones were still flushed that beautiful purple which you thought was adorable.

"really? you don't mind that i just showed up? i mean, i would've called first but..." He glanced away from you as he trailed off.

"Well, I don't exactly get cell service out here so you couldn't have anyways," you responded with a chuckle.

Cross chuckled as well as he moved closer to you. "on another note, did you need any help here?" he asked as he motioned to the pile of wood.

"I think I'm done for now but if you don't mind, you could help me carry all this back to the cabin," you suggested and began to scoop up an armful.

He nodded and started to pick up what was left of the pile. You walked around to the front door and propped it open to make it easier to bring the firewood inside. By the time you'd unloaded your armful in the large stack you had been steadily building, Cross appeared in the doorway with a much larger armful of wood. He didn't seem to be struggling with the weight but he also didn't have a free hand to unload.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and wondered how he'd even managed to pick up such a large amount in the first place. Still, you took pity on him and started taking off a couple of the pieces from the top of his armful.

"You didn't just bring all of the firewood in at once, did you?" you teased.

He smirked but shrugged his shoulders as his hands were still occupied. "well, it wouldn't make sense to go back and forth if we didn't have to, right?"

You shook your head and just continued helping him. He was right in a way. If he hadn't offered to help, you would've had to make probably a dozen trips, which would have been pretty tiring.

Your fingers brushed against his hand by accident and you quickly pulled back. Although, Cross didn't seem to notice your embarrassment and he finished stacking the remaining pieces of wood he had been holding.

Clearing your throat, you tried to distract yourself from what had just happened. "So, how are you doing?"

"i'm doing alright, i suppose," he hummed. "what about you? did your injuries heal properly?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I don't even think it left a scar but if it did, my hair covers everything anyways."

His expression turned into one of relief. "that's good, i'm really sorry that i had to leave abruptly like that."

"No, I completely understand!" You hesitated for a second before asking, "Was...Dream okay...?"

His eye sockets narrowed and he seemed to grow more serious for a moment. "yeah, he's fine."

"Oh, that's great to hear."

A bit of an awkward silence settled between both of you. Since he seemed like he wasn't going to expound on what had happened further, you decided to try to lighten the mood and motioned for him to sit down on the couch by the fireplace. He sat down gratefully but his posture seemed a bit stiff.

"Can I tell you something?"

He tilted his skull and gave you a curious look. "what's up?"

Rather than answer immediately, you reached over and placed your hand on his. He briefly glanced down but when he didn't pull away, you took that as a signal that he was okay with the contact for the time being.

"This sounds weird, but I haven't been able to get you out of my head for months."

One of his bonebrows twitched but his expression otherwise remained neutral.

You took a deep breath and continued. "Cross... I really like you."

He placed his other hand on top of yours and smiled. "well, that does sound weird...but i really like you too." His cheekbones flushed with purple as he spoke but he didn't look away from you this time.

You couldn't help but laugh. This conversation felt like it'd come straight from a fairytale and yet it was real. Your heart swelled with joy and while you were certain your cheeks had turned bright red, you couldn't care less right now.

Cross chuckled softly and, to your surprise, he reached over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. This brought you closer together but not uncomfortably so. Even like this, it seemed he was still being considerate of your feelings.

"does this mean i can come over again to see you?" he asked in a quiet voice.

You nodded vigorously, "For sure!"

[undertale-fluffcanons]

Can you do hc's for how fresh and ink would show affection to their crush as a way of letting them know they want to be in a relationship? 💘

Fresh Sans:

Fresh is not the best when it comes to showing any kind of affection, so when he found out he had a crush on you, it caught him off guard. While he doesn’t really show too much affection towards you, he does become nicer towards you. As for telling you he wants a relationship with you, he just flat out will tell you after taking you out to some of your favorite places

Ink Sans:

Ink is a little affectionate towards before, but nothing too romantic at first. Though he becomes more so when he realizes that he wants to be in a relationship with you. He’ll bring you little gifts here and there, compliments you more often, always willing to spend more time with you. Though he tries not to let his eyes give him away as a just in case you figure him out before he actually asks you out.

[nastynobrainer]

Heyyy!! Could I request Ink and Error with a super calm, mature and introverted s/o? Thanks in advance!!!

Hello, I am fond of this request since I like the idea of Ink and an s/o being yin and yang, it's so cute. (Btw I'm not exactly engrossed in Ink and Error so I'm sorry if I got their personalities wrong. 😅) Also, no problem, it's my pleasure. <3

Ink!Sans:

-He can't understand you and your ability to not laugh much with him around. He thought of the two of you as yin and yang. (Basically polar opposites.)

-He was slightly disappointed when you didn't laugh or join in his childish antics and jokes. This made him 3 times more chaotic around you.

-He teases you far more often than he does with other people.

-He has made you laugh at a few of his severely immature jokes and knowing how mature you were, it really boosted his ego.

-He has set your kitchen on fire before, disguising it as 'trying to cook a meal for you', just to see you get mad, which you didn't. Instead you calmly put out the fire, cleared the kitchen and ensured he was safe..

-Sometimes life gets too chaotic, even for Ink. During those times, you're the only person he wants to go to. He would just sit and doodle with your calming and quiet nature. Even Ink needs a break sometimes.

Error!Sans:

-He was shocked by how serene you always were, even when he crashed in front of you for the first time or told you about how he destroyed AUs.

-His very first impression of you was extremely positive, which is very unlike him. 'Finally, an anomaly that makes sense.'

-You’re one of the lucky few 'anomalies' that he enjoys. Especially with how you were mature, a legendary sight for him.

-He tends to rant about Ink to you since you'd simply sit and listen, whilst inputting bits here and there. You chuckled a few times at his childish rants which surprised him, not that he was complaining.

-Every Friday night, he'd invite you to watch an episode of Undernovela with him. Although you only clapped or made small remarks about them, your presence was all he wanted.

-He enjoys knitting with you since you never questioned, judged or mocked him for it. In fact, you always intently watched him knit. He, shockingly, patiently taught you how to knit when you asked if he could teach you.

[seepylilthing]

He broke him . . .

Anyway, you should also kiss ink .

[dragonridernoobie]

How ink sans acts when he meets someone they like/love

My requests are open!

💫Friend Faze💫

I can see ink meeting you when he saved you from you're au.

Error destroyed it and you where the only thing left.

Congratulations! You get to hang with him in the papervoid! (???? I can't remember what it is called, don't hate me 😭) since in every other universe, it already has a you.

That's where you're friendship started.

Ink being a chatter box and Extervert, he talks to and always dose something with you.

You learn to go with the flow with him

Even tho he dosent have a soul, you teach him and show him what each emotion feels and acts like. (Expect lust, slow down, you horny shits.)

(I know I'm changing this but it's my headcannon sooooo, shush.)

You wanting him to feel emotions, to give him a shard of you're soul.

He is so fucking happy. Even if he has trouble feeling emotions time to time.

💘Crush Faze💘

When he realized he had a crush on you, it was when you where teaching him what each emotion ment and felt.

He was co fused and thought he was sick and went to dream for help.

Dream told him that he was Twitterpaided (Bambi reference)

This dude would try so fucking hard to get you're attention. Like, he would give you his favorite drawings, take you to outertale to watch the stars, get things you like, etc.

Soon you figure out what was happening and you confronted him.

He emits that he has a crush, and you tell him you return his feelings.

Dude will be so flustered and shit, like he would take you to meet dream and talk to you for hours and you and dream will need to calm him down or sit him down.

💞Dating Faze💞

When you guys started to date, he would take you on dates almost every time he wasn't fighting error, nightmare, protecting AU, etc.

It got so much you had to sit him down and explain to him that dates shouldn't be a everyday thing and you are happy with just hanging out.

I can see this dude going to different AU's to get food from the papyrus's for dinner.

Most of the time it's spegettie but he tries to get diffrent foods, but let's be real. This dude can't cook, even if his life depends on it.

I can see ink being more protective but also being really chill about you wondering around the AU's.

Like, he trust you that you won't cheat, he will give you a phone he can track just incase you get abducted by error, nightmare, horror, Dust, etc.

He just wants you to be safe.

🚫NSFW Faze🚫

Ok, first things first, ink has no fucking idea what to do.

He has seen porn and seen it from other AU's so he sees what to do but dosent know what to do.

This is where you teach him the special emotion of Lust~

I can see you being dominant since he won't be into it.

He won't have any instincts since he is technically not fully done chracter.

Knots is a 50/50 for me so you decide.

He is packing a full 7inch.

His aftercare is good but needs practice.

He has some kinks but he tries not to act on them alot.

Kinks: bandage, anul, edging, biting, portal sex(????), puplic sex.

He isn't into scent making but I can see him giving you some of his clothes to make sure people see that you are taken

[starmonsterrr]

[ * he deserves all the scratchies <3333 ]

[ * lil guy me loves him (HE'S SO CUTE WITH THE FRECKLES. WHAT) ]

[ * i actually got the idea from staring at this drawing for a little too long ]

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Hellows...we needs more star sanses! Requesting for these beautiful skeles in a first meeting with a fem reader, but they kinda bumped and accidentally kissed each other. UwU

pls. take ur time and take care of yourself too 💛

I'm Sorry, got stressed that ink's part didn't get saved and never touched this again- I'M SORRY TRAVELER!!

Featuring: Dream, Blue and Ink.

Masterlist

Blue

"Shit shit shit I'm late!"

You breathe heavily while running as fast as you could, you've woken up an hour later than normal, trying to get to the cafe you work in as fast as possible, this has happened before and your boss was not happy about it. You were barely even awake, since your vision was a bit dizzy from not eating breakfast and rushing, that you didn't even see the skeleton with a blue cape in your way, bumping into him and falling down.

You let out a squeak as you felt his chest hit yours, his teeth against your lips, a short kiss that you quickly broke by moving your body up, facing the monster's empty sockets as a darkish shade of blue spread all over his face.

"I'm so so so so sorry sir!!" H-here, let me help you out.."

As you got up, you extended your hand towards the unknown skeleton, which he grabbed as support to get up, passing his hands on his clothes to try and get some dust off.

"Uuh... Thanks..."

When he looked back, you were no longer standing in front of him, it took him a while to see you in a crowd running inside his favorite cafe..

Dream

Another day, another room to clean... You were taken by Nightmare as a maid, not that you had any better choice since between old guys who'd give you a tight, sexualized uniform plus giving you glares and staring at your private parts and the king of negativity who'd let you live on the palace and give you a good enough payment + an actual proper maid uniform, you didn't have to think twice, did you?

"Huh? What was that noise?"

You turned your head around not seeing anyone, yet the sound of a vase breaking certainly caught your attention, maybe it was killer and dust fighting? No.. they were on a mission.. maybe one of Killer's cats decided to roam the place and broke something? Well, whatever it was, you were the one that needed to clean it anyways.

Your footsteps echoed though the hallway, you signed seeing the broken glass on the floor, quickly grabbing your broom and sweeping it to the trash, yet you almost didn't hear heavy breathing since a figure ended up bumping into you full force, throwing both him and you on the ground, your lips smashing into his for seconds before he lifts himself up.

"Oh gosh, I'm so so so sorry! We need to get you out of this place!"

You look at him with a confused expression as he grabs your hands, lifting you up too.

"Uhh... Sir I work here.."

"What?"

"Dreamy boy come back here!"

Killer's voice was heard from the distance, the unknown skeleton looked back and started running, disappearing on the halls as you see both Killer and Dust run past you with a knife and bones on their hands.

"There isn't a normal day in this godman Castle.."

Ink

It was a beautiful day outside, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, on days like this, humans like you... Were walking home with groceries bags on your hands.

It didn't take long for you to get home, you lived some minutes from the market anyway. You unlock the door with the key, placing the bags down on the kitchen table and begin to unpack, organizing everything in their designed places.

"Fuck I forgot the eggs."

You sign, hitting your forehead with your hand as you turn around, ready to leave, were the eggs necessary now? Not really. Then why did you go to the store again? Because you knew you'd forget about them the next time.

The cashier looks at you confused and holds back a giggle when he sees you carrying the box of eggs on your hands, scanning your card and asking if you want a bag, which you decline, it's just some eggs, they really aren't that heavy, he smiles and wishes you a good day for the second time.

You were getting close to your house, you smiled, thinking about getting back in your pj's and watching cartoons all day, or maybe playing some video games..

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a skinny skeleton running against you, bumping into your body making you trip and fall, his teeth ended up pressed against your lips, yet the kiss was broken quickly as he lifted himself off you.

"Heh, not even taking me to dinner first?"

He giggles as you look to your right, seeing the eggs cracked open on the stone ground.

"My eggs!! Fuck now I'll have to go back to the store again..."

You mumbled touching the open box ripped on the ground, you turn your head to look at the man, yet in his place was a note and a 5 dollar bill.

'Sorry there!' was written on the piece of paper, leaving you with five dollars and already a bad start to your morning.

[asoullessentity]

MORNING CUDDLES , INK SANS

♡ ,, SYPNOSIS ; You and Ink cuddle up ♡

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; Fluff.

— note ; first post !!!

Ink gently tucks a loose lock of your hair behind your ear and leans his head against the pillow beside you, watching you sleep in fascination. You look so peaceful and content that it makes him ache to wake you up. “It’s morning, my dear,” he whispers, and you shift slightly beneath the covers as if not wanting to wake up yet. He smiles softly. “Wakey, wakey.” He kisses your cheek, and you open your eyes slowly. In them, there is something more than sleepiness, something deeper and warmer than mere drowsiness, something that speaks of adoration.

It warms his heart.

Your gaze moves over his face, lingering on his lips for a moment, before falling back to his eyes with an expression of quiet awe, like you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. Ink feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment, but he refuses to let it show. Not when it’s so beautiful.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, brushing your cheek with his fingertips before leaning back against the pillows. He closes his eyes and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, smiling faintly when he hears you chuckle quietly. Your fingers brush against his, and he opens his eyes and grins at the gesture. He intertwines his fingers with yours. “Is there any reason you chose me to make breakfast today?”

You laugh again, a little shyly but not unwillingly. “Maybe… I’m just too lazy to get up right now.” You glance down and squeeze his hand. Ink squeezes back lightly. The two of you are lying on his bed together.

"We gotta get up." He rolls onto his side to face you and gives you one of his trademarked smiles. His eyes shine warmly, and you blush faintly, unable to look away. "We've got a long day ahead of us."

"Oh, yeah…" You sigh and turn away from him, rolling off the edge of the bed into his arms. He pulls you back onto the mattress, and you nuzzle against him affectionately as he wraps you in his arms. Ink runs his hands through your hair, stroking through your locks soothingly, while he hums a soft melody under his breath. You lean into his warmth and smile up at him.

"Yeah…" You sighed happily.

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[sadentity303]

hi, i have no idea how tumblr works i just wanted to post it here because this silly guy is so cute uioyoasdgasf

k bye lmao

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