Sans x Reader One shots

This will be a slightly longer one shot than I've done in a while. It's because Reapertale is so fun to write about.

An angel of death, the ones who bring death to people or animals that are not deserving of their lives. You were one of them, and the job was depressing. You worked under Death. The God's name was literally Death. You heard rumors from the other angels that he has a different name, another name only his friend/deceased lover and his brother could call him. You had seen Death yourself, after your first time ending a life of a murderer. He had told you the job was tough, and he was impressed that you chose this type of angel work as a job.

There were four types of angel jobs you could take if you were a good person after death. The first was an angel of hope. They had pure white wings, and a golden halo over their heads, like how people imagined them. They could heal, and they stood as someone who would give people hope in dark times. They worked under the Goddess of Life, who had apparently died a couple thousand years ago at the hands of Chara, The One of Broken Faith.

The second was an angel of mercy. They worked for Emissary of Mercy, Frisk. Frisk had been turned a goddess in the past few years, and they were a close friend of yours. The angels had beautiful, golden wings. They each had a flower crown on their heads, like how Frisk had.

The third was a fallen angel. These angels were people who barely made it to the good side of the afterlife. They weren't given much a choice of where they could go. They have black wings, with cracks that glow a bright orange, like lava. They are mostly on the surface, unable to be seen by the people they love, but everyone else can see them. 

Now came the angels of death. They were good people, but they always looked for justice. When you found out about how angels of death could help the world, you were in to help. But, some people that had to be killed were truly sorry for their sins. They seemed like nice people, and had only killed to protect themselves or family. But you never failed to take them out. You didn't want to anger Death. The angels of death had grey wings with silver edges to them, and resembled large dove wings. You had a silver halo over your head. 

"(y/n)?" called Frisk. You sat on top of the waterfalls that sat in the realm of Life, where the goddess once resided. 

"Yes, Frisk?" you replied. You weren't afraid of calling them by their real name, as you had been friends for years.

"Death wishes to see you," said Frisk. You felt nervous. Frisk gave you a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine."

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The realm of Death wasn't as unpleasant as you thought it would be. The area was named 'Snowdin'. Snow covered the ground, making a white blanket over the landscape. Trees lay around the borders, giving a very comforting feeling to see something alive in this realm. But, the only thing scary was the spirits of deceased humans and monsters that had good souls but had gotten lost were wandering. They could see you and each other, but they couldn't speak or interact.

You saw a figure ahead, sitting at a small stand, staring off into the distance at nothing in particular. A large scythe leaned against them. A black hood rested over their head. Death. You flapped your wings nervously, and walked over to him.

"H-Hello?" you asked, wondering if this was a good approach. White pinpricks met your eyes, and you stiffened as you found that Death was a skeleton.

"'sup? (y/n), right?" he asked. 

"Y-Yes," you replied. "Y-You called me here?" 

"yeah," said Death. He stood up, stretching. "i'd like to get to know you. you're an interesting case. ya see, nobody just chooses to be an angel of death."

"They don't?" you asked.

"usually it's a place reserved for the people who weren't good enough to be an angel of mercy or hope, but not bad enough to be a fallen angel," Death explained. You felt slightly insulted. "but you could have been made an angel of hope. why did you choose the fate you chose?"

"The thought of murderers and sinners out on the loose without consequences sickens me," you said. Your eyes narrowed. "Sometimes the job is depressing, but I'm helping the world." Death looked surprised, and a hint of amusement shone in his pinpricks.

"you're really interesting," Death chuckled. "can i see your soul?" Death didn't wait for a response. A heart left your chest. You had seen it before. It was a pale yellow, which they said was pale because you had passed on. "explains it. your soul is justice." You tilted your head to the side, confused. 

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A few months have passed, and Death had started talking to you more. Death was more humorous, or you should say humerus, than you realized. He had an obsession with puns, and constantly drank ketchup. He was kind, and had revealed to you that he didn't take joy in reaping souls. Especially from kind people that deserved more than the fates many of them received.

You found that the best people had the worst fates. 

You flew through Snowdin, to the black building that Painless Death, or Death's brother, and Death lived. Painless was very eccentric, and loved to make spaghetti and solve/make puzzles. Painless told you his job was simple, as most the people passing were accepting, and had felt no pain. Most of them had died of old age, and they were fine with it.

Death probably took the harder job, considering he was protective of his brother. 

"Death?" you called, knocking on the door. The door opened, revealing Death, who had a large smile on his face.

"'sup?" Death let you in. You walked inside, surprised as usual about how normal the house looked like inside, compared to what other gods and goddesses had. A green couch sat against the wall, a television across the room. A door led to the kitchen, where sizzling sounds could be heard, obviously from Painless cooking again. Stairs led upstairs to two rooms, one saying 'Stay Out!' and had a lot of signs on them, and the other looking completely normal, and a bit dirty from not being cleaned. 

"I just wanted to come by, like usual," you said, blushing slightly. You ruffled your feathers, then took a seat on the couch, Death sitting next to you. "Tibia honest, it was getting boring while waiting for a bad soul." Death chuckled, making you smile. His laugh was the best thing you've ever heard.

"you're going to make me laugh my life away," said Death. You giggled at his pun. "oh, that's not the only pun i have. i have a skele-ton more!" 

"That was a really humerus pun," you said. Painless screeched from the kitchen.

"STOP WITH THE PUNS!" he shouted. You shrunk down slightly, as making a god angry was very bad. Death noticed this, and gave you a reassuring smile.

"he's not going to be mad," said Death.

"I know, Dea-"

"sans," said Death. 

"What?" you asked.

"sans. you know me well enough and i trust you, so you can call me by my real name," said Sans. You felt a warm sansation course through you.

"Okay, Sans," you smiled. 

"i have something to tell you," said Sans.

"Yes?" 

"i love ya to death," said Sans. You blushed, and leaned forward, kissing him. Well, it was as close to a kiss as you could get, since your lips just met teeth, since Sans doesn't have lips. Sans kissed back happily.

"I love you too," you said.