Fluff Collection Of Undertale AU One Shots

The Living Art Piece (ErrorInk)

(I used Google translate for the French forgive me...
And this is a story I wrote inspired from blogthegreatrouge's vampverse where Ink is a famous French painter and Error is a vampire.
The image is what Rouge drew from my story (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Fallacy(Error) x Encre(Ink)
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He drops down from the castle window, silently landing on his feet like an agile cat. He had been spying on his prey through the stained glass, watching their brush dance across a virgin canvass.

Fallacy was fascinated, absolutely obsessed with them and their work. He had stolen a few of their paintings to hang in his own castle to admire.

His subject had left their room, presumably to clean their brush in the courtyard's fountain. Fallacy hid in the tangling vines, hoping that his ambush would be successful.

Encre opened one of the heavy doors and crept outside, holding a wooden bucket full of his messy brushes. He hummed a haunting, familiar tune into the night. Fallacy listened and thought it to be one of the most beautiful things, he wondered if he would be able to recreate the tune on his piano.

He ran up behind the painter and grabbed them, making them drop their bucket. They struggled, crying out for help, "Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi! Quelqu'un aider!" (Help me! Help me! Someone help!)

Fallacy dragged them away into the woods near his castle, cupping his hand over their mouth to keep them quiet until they were deep inside the woods. Echoes didn't carry as far with so many trees to muffle them.

He spun them around, pinning them against a tree. Rain began to gently fall as the vampire turned on his victim.

His gaze was cold and intense as he studied them, he noticed the intricate tattoos on their bones, most of them hidden away by clothing. He couldn't wait to see this living art piece fully uncovered...

"S'il vous plaît , ne me fait pas de mal. Je suis riche, vous pouvez prendre tout ce que je dois , mais s'il vous plaît ne me fait pas de mal." (Please don't hurt me. I'm rich, you can take all I have, but please don't hurt me.)

"Tell me your name, and I won't hurt you..." Fallacy demanded.

"Mon nom est Encre." (My name is Ink.) Encre breathed heavily, as he panicked.

"My name is Fallacy..." He took their hand, intertwining their fingers and moving closer to them. "... And you belong to me now, Ink."

He bit their neck gently, making them cry out in fear and pleasure.

"AHHhh~" The painter clenched their teeth, trying to silence themselves. Encre was thankful their blushing was virtually invisible in the darkness... Unless of course you had night vision, which Fallacy did.

"Je suis là sensible, s'il vous plaît im vous suppliant... Arrêtez!" (I'm sensitive there, please I'm begging you... Stop!)

But their cries and struggling only drove his instincts farther. Fallacy tasted them, his tongue(s?) tracing over the tattoos etched in Encre's bones.

Encre's body went limp, he had given up fighting against his kidnapper's actions. With ease, Fallacy picked up their body bridal style and carried his prey to his castle.

He was going to have a lot of fun with this living art piece...