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Jul 16

Knives just flirting with his S/O who head over heals for him?

I honestly wasn't going to answer this because it seriously doesn't fit his character to me but the more challenges the better so I'm trying this out for size. I got a bit away from myself here so it's been a very long story. I don't even think I actually did your request right. Look out for misspellings.

What a strange way to flirt --- Millions Knives

SUMMARY: Knives and reader dins themselves in a strange predicament after Knives begins to feel something for them.

Hot seething pain shoots through your arm as you cry out in pain, scrambling backwards pressing your back firmly against a wall you cry out.

"Leave me alone!"

Towering over you, your attacker grins devilishly, the spike in his hand raises high above his head, ready to strike.

"No can do sweetheart!"

Pulling your feet beneath you, you dive forward and roll onto your good shoulder whimpering in pain. Behind you, he slams the spike down where you just were, cracking the floor. Looking back in terror, you swallow harshly and scramble to your feet, rushing to the door.

"Knives!" You scream as loud as you can, hoping that he'll hear you soon. The door flies open as you dive through it, on the other side stands Knives, his arms unfolding to catch you as you tumble. In his grasp you stand up fast, twisting to look back in fear, body shaking uncontrollably.

"He's coming!" You yell.

Looking up at the doors, Knives watches your attacker emerge. His face scrunches up in anger as he pieces together the situation, his grip on your side becomes firm, tugging you closer. "I'll handle this."

The metal appendages extend from all around you, heading straight for the man emerging before you. Knives pushes you behind himself, blocking you from the spray of blood that comes after.

"Are you hurt?" He turns around to check you over, his eyes becoming intense as he notices the apparent spike sticking out of your arm.

"He got me while I was backed against a wall, I managed to jump out the way before he killed me but I still got hurt." Your hand ghosts over the stream of blood that spills down your arm, the warmth spreading across your skin. You hiss quietly, face scrunching up in pain.

"Let me... I'll take you to Con'rad. He'll take care of you." Softly scooping you up again his chest he strides down into the corridor towards the lab.

Shouldering the door open, Knives calls out to Con'rad. "My flower has been injured." Your brows furrow, you look up at him. Flower?

Con'rad scoffs. "Your flower?" Peeking his head around the corner his eyes widen, seeing you bleeding in Knives arms he jumps up into action. Motioning for Knives to sit you on the counter, Con'rad begins digging around cabinets to find supplies. "Gosh, what happened?" He asks.

"They were attacked..." Knives replies plainly.

As Knives sets you down, he tenderly grabs your hand to lift the arm and inspect it. You can only stare at him intensely in wonder, the thing he has referred to you as floods your mind, it feels like the next best thing to distract yourself from the pain.

"Flower?" His icy blue eyes meet yours. "Did you call me Flower?"

For a moment you can almost see a red hue creeping up his face, he silently looks away, Con'rad coming up to your side at the perfect moment for him to avoid the topic. His hand moves from yours as Con'rad grabs it to reach the spike, he looks at it closely before he lets your hand rest back in your lap, and he grabs the base of it pulling it from your akin with one sharp tug.

The pain fogs your mind, you call out, screaming in pain. Eyes screwed shut you clap your other hand over the wound, very clearly underneath your palm can you feel the indention of missing skin, it makes you hiss sharply through clenched teeth.

"Calm down!" A firm hand grasps your arm, another hand pulls yours away from the injury, going with it is the feeling of fresh blood. Sobs fall from your lips and you strain against the touch, flinching away from Con'rad.

Knives feels his gut twist indescribably hearing you sob hysterically, seeing the blood pouring from your arm makes his chest squeeze in pain. Normally blood wouldn't bother him, today seems different though.

A cool rag is pressed against your arm as you throw your head back in pain. "Hold this against their arm." He motions for Knives to step over.

Stepping closer, Knives stretches his hand over the rag holding it in place. Letting go, Con'rad moves over, grabbing the alcohol disinfectant. You open your eyes to observe Knives looking you over with worry, even with as hard as he's pressing down on the rag he's still trying to be gentle. Knives doesn't want you to be in pain because of him.

You glance over at Con'rad, he stands on the other side of a sink, an alcohol disinfectant in his hands as he pours it onto a cotton ball. Just seeing the bottle you know how painful this is going to be, you tense at the thought of it, your gut twisting in anticipation. The bottle is set back on the counter and Con'rad moves back over to grab your arm from Knives. Just before he reaches you, Knives pulls his hand out the way. Suddenly you reach out grabbing Knives wrist to keep him from moving far, his brows knit tightly together as he looks at you.

He feels like he should be disgusted by your touch, like he should punish you for even reaching out and grabbing him, but he can't seem to make the words form on his lips. He doesn't pull away while Con'rad reaches out to dab the wound. The alcohol burns deep, searing your skin as if it were on fire. You clench your eyes shut and tighten your grip on Knives wrist, the pain is so unbearable that you can't stop yourself from crying out again.

Your frustration and innate hunger for comfort burn through Knives' mind, tugging at his body. Your heart, body, and mind, he wants to connect. To soothe your fraying nerves and pull you close.

He moves your hand from his, dropping the rag to intertwine your fingers together, even though there's a break in touch the surface emotion connection does not break. He finds himself stepping closer to you, his other hand moving to the back of your neck while he presses his forehead against yours.

You grip his hand like a vice, tears welling up in your eyes again, threatening to spill if you open them. Slowly, like soft waves rolling up on a beach, cold waves move throughout your body. It's unnatural the way your frustration begins to melt away, and peace of mind settles back in. This sensation overwhelms you and flashing visions of Knives fill your head, suddenly it all falls dark and his voice comes to the front.

"I don't want to move, they're not okay yet... Could a human and a plant even connect like that?"

Your heart pounds in your ears. "Knives?" You call out.

Heat sweeps over your body and Knives abruptly pulls away from you, in his eyes you can see lingering disbelief, his wavering form lost. "Naï?" It slips out accidentally, like a subconscious response.

His gaze hardens. "I have more important things to do. See me when you're done." Cold, he turns away and begins to leave the room. In a confused silence, you watch him disappear behind closing doors, along with it going the numbness that had set in on your skin. Suddenly, Con'rad speaks up from beside you.

"You're special. You know?" You turn your head to look at him. "I've been with that boy ever since we crash landed here... I've never seen him do something like that."

You swallow harshly, watching his hand softly brush away the blood with the cotton ball. "Don't tell me that."

Con'rad looks up at you, his hands pausing for just a moment. "Huh?"

Your eyes trail back up to the doors. "Don't give me false hope Pops." This was enough for one day. "He's not human and he hates us anyway. Why would he care?"

Con'rad frowns. "He has feelings too..." He's known Knives for the better part of 150 years, he's never treated anyone, regardless of species, like that. You just haven't been around long enough to know that yourself, and you won't be around long enough to find out either, not unless he does the same thing to you that he did to Con'rad.

For the better part of your visit, you sit in awkward silence, muling over the happening of the day. Micro analyzing every single moment, look, and touch. Flower... You'd heard brief mentions of them from Knives: "They're fragile." He says. You've never seen one in person, though he seems to revere them in a way. They're plants, not like him though, they don't have conscience. Only made to look pretty... It's curious what he meant when he called you that.

"Alright. I know he wanted you to meet him afterwards but I think you should rest." A reassuring hand rests on your knee. "I can see it all over your face." Con'rad's face is soft as he looks up at you. He's been like a father figure ever since you arrived here, looking out for you and taking care of you. Such a kind soul.

"Thank you pops." Slowly you push yourself off the counter, finding yourself in a lazy half hug with him before you turn to head back to your room.

After what happened, you feel uncomfortable walking alone, like anyone could jump at you at any moment. It's strange not having Knives there, treading behind you every time you gaze over your shoulder, watching you, protecting you. Instead, you're exposed and even worse, vulnerable. Quickly you run to your room, shutting the door behind you and falling into the bed. Feeling safer than just moments ago, you feel sleep catching on, pulling you deeper into the mattress.

—⁠☆

Knives' head was reeling, all of these thoughts suddenly converging into one inside his skull like metal to a magnet. Even hours after initial contact he can still feel bare traces of your emotion, buzzing along his skin and thrashing his heart. Just the lingering touch of your skin on his leaves his heart racing and mind foggy.

He remembers the last thing he told you when he left, to meet him afterwards. Con'rad should have been long since finished by now, he felt. Yet you hadn't shown up yet, making his chest swirl with worry. Hopefully you haven't gone off alone again after what just happened, surely you're not that stupid. But Knives sets off to look for you, his first idea of your whereabouts being with Con'rad in the lab.

Cracking open the door, he looked around to see Con'rad sitting alone at his computer and Knives let out a sigh. Turning, he let the door click back shut as he continued his search. You were around here somewhere. Evidently, his last search occurred in your room. Quietly, after strolling the halls for what seemed like forever, Knives came to a stop outside your door. His hand grasped the cold knob, twisting it pushing it open, he stepped into the darkness.

Naï. You had called him naï. It confuses him, how you would know such a personal name like that. There's no way you just knew it, you must've come up with it yourself.

The closer he steps to your sleeping form under the covers the louder that name gets in his head, worst of all, it's you saying it this time. Not Vash.

Shaking his thoughts away, Knives kneels on the floor beside your bed, his hand ghosting over your warm cheek as you sleep. You disobeyed a direct order, to see him nonetheless, yet he can't find it in himself to grow angry. Your peaceful face makes him chest buzz, combined with the feeling of your skin against his hand he's going stir crazy. The warmth, the emotions, the connection opening back up again... It's all so much.

Suddenly, as if you were surprised, you jolted awake. His hand flinched back to his side and he quickly stood, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound suspicious. In that moment of thought, your eyes bore into his for what felt like an eternity, until he spoke.

"Good, you're awake. I was getting ready to wake you myself." Softly his hands move to brush off whatever imaginary dust hides on his torso, anything to keep from touching you again. "You didn't see me like I told you to."

You sit up, the blanket rolling off your shoulders. "I'm so sorry, I must've been so tired I-" his hand raises to stop you. "It's okay for just this once. Do it again and I'll see to it that you get a well deserved punishment."

Heat rises to your cheeks. "I'm sorry sir." As if you couldn't already die from embarrassment before, this was ten times worse.

"Come." Stepping towards the door he glanced back at you. "Accompany me."

With sleep still in your eyes and butterflies attacking your chest, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and slowly pull yourself to your feet. Patiently, Knives waits, his face soft as you step up to his side. As if he was praising you for listening, the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, your heart fluttered.

Knives took the lead, keeping you close with a wavering blade that you never seem to notice. It guards your back to keep you from falling behind. Your silence makes him wonder if you're even there, he wants to spin around and tell you all about his worries for you just to fill the silence. But he withholds.

"You're staying with me now..." You look up at him confused. "Don't I already?"

He opens the door to his own room, holding it for you as you step through. "Well yes... But I'm moving you to my room. For your safety."

Eyes widening, you look at him. "Your room?"

The door shuts as he steps away towards the other side of the room. "Are you deaf? Yes, I said my room." He draws the curtain, light spilling into the white room. Everything here is the color white or something similar, it's blinding to look at.

"What about you? Where will you sleep?" You step forward to his side as he motions for you to join him on the balcony.

"I don't need sleep." He states simply as he pulls the sliding door open for you. That should have been common sense, he doesn't have to do anything else for survival like you, that's why he never eats. It just never crossed your mind.

"What will you do while I'm sleeping though, you can't just watch me... That's creepy." A shudder passes through you as you step out onto the balcony, the heat of the suns seeping into your skin.

Joining you by your side, Knives gaze down at the city below. "That's exactly what I planned to do." His brows raise. "What else would I do?" Not that he'd thought this through very much, split second decisions have never looked good on him, his desperation is showing.

"I don't know." You hum, turning your gaze below. "Maybe do the things you normally do?"

"Normally do? Play the piano I suppose... I'd like you by my side though." His hands would move with the feeling of your presence while he plays, at first it started as a mindful thing, keeping you safe from the others. It only turned to something more when he could no longer bear a room without your company.

"You played without me for a long time before I came, right?" You lift your gaze to meet his.

"I did..." You nod. "Then surely you don't need me there."

Knives adverts his gaze, confused on how he'd become so dependent on a simple human. He could play without you there but something in him refused to let the notes flow.

"I'd rather just watch you." He crosses his arms over his chest.

Heat blooms in your cheeks as you look away, the thought of him watching you in such a vulnerable moment is embarrassing, creepy even. To keep you safe, he says. That seems nearly impossible, it might relatively be the right answer but it doesn't feel like that.

Settling into this routine was strange, you'd grow tired, waiting until the last possible moment to sleep in the bed. Even going as far as falling asleep in obscure places, it felt wrong to have Knives sitting over your shoulder while you sleep. It doesn't sit right with you, but in the pit of your stomach rests a pinch of comfort. He cares. Con'rad said as much himself, to him it's evident that Knives must feel something for you, or else he wouldn't be acting the way he is.

Thinking about it leaves you restless, tossing and turning while Knives stands at the glass door, watching you in the reflection. The blankets feel too tight, too hot, and suffocating. You can't catch a break even when you throw the blankets off of you, hoping to catch some cool air. His bed is so much more comfortable than the one you had used before, and bigger too, yet no matter the way it is sleep just isn't coming.

Tired and annoyed, you sit up and push yourself out of the bed, cussing under your breath. Knives turns to look at you, furrowing his brows. "You aren't asleep yet."

You look up at him. "No shit..."

He follows you as you pull open the balcony door, stepping out behind you with a watchful gaze. "Is something the matter?" His hands twitch, wanting to rest up on your back and soothe your already tired mind.

You shake your head, resting your elbows on the railing as you look out at the city below. "Just can't stop thinking." You wave him off, feeling comfort from the cold breeze that brushes past.

"Of what?" You bite your lips at his question, your leg bouncing nervously as you clasp your hands together.

"I'm so sorry for all the troubles I must cause you..."

Knives leans beside you, his chest buzzing with a fire that only you ignite, it fills his head with these words. Things he wants to do, to say, things he doesn't understand. It all builds up into this ball he can't contain and it fumbles from his hands.

"You're worth all the trouble."

Your brows raise with surprise as you meet his gaze, eyes softer than they normally are, he takes on a gentle look. "What?" Your heart flutters, pounding in your chest furiously.

His hesitation bubbles into nervousness, it makes his stomach churn with unease. Reaching up, he runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. "If I had to, I'd do it all over again." In any situation, he'd jump to protect you, to save you over and over again.

"Save me?" Your face heats up quickly, making warmth spread in your chest as you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. "You'd really do that?"

"Well... If anything like that ever happens again, of course."

A small smile graces your lips as you look back out over the balcony, sleep is creeping back in, making your eyes grow heavy. A yawn collects in your chest, spreading to your mouth. You cover it as it comes out. You're too tired to really freak out over what he's said, it excites you still, but it's hard to react when you can hardly stand up straight. That's when you hear the door behind you open again.

"You're clearly tired, let's go back in." You gaze back at Knives with a tired smile, leaning away from the rail you walk back inside, letting Knives close the door back behind you.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you sigh. "It's pointless, I'm still not going to be able to fall asleep."

Knives frowns. "Maybe I could help with that?" You look up at him, cocking a brow. Just what could he possibly have in mind? He doesn't know much about this sort of thing so there's no way. "Alright then... Give it to me."

With a nod he strides to the other side of the bed and sits down, his hand pulling back the sheets. "Let me lay with you?"

Your face flushes, heart pounding in your ears. "Sure. I thought you didn't sleep though." Even under the vise of your own wonder, you pull up the side of your blankets and move to lay down.

Sliding in to get comfortable, he grabs the blanket, holding it up for you. "I normally wouldn't, I don't have too. I can sleep though, it's a choice not a necessity." He drapes the blanket over you, and rests his head softly on his pillow.

"Thank you. That's... This is very sweet of you." Scooting deeper into the bed you offer him another smile before you rest your head on the pillow. It feels surreal, the divit in the bed beside you where he lays, and the heat that he gives off. It all swallows you whole, wrapping you in a comforting smell and sending you off to sleep. Suddenly it's like he's the key to your problems, one you weren't looking for but stumbled upon by accident.

You're fast asleep, soft snores falling from your lips as you lay there. Underneath the sheets, Knives' hand slides over to yours, intertwining your fingers. Illuminating the outline of your hands, a soft light floods the bed. It's not bright enough to wake you, only bright enough to simply light your peaceful face.

In his chest, his heart is pounding, his skin is burning hot where you touch him. It lights his soul brightly and breathes life into the connection between you. The emotions flood in, breaching the gate and swallowing him into your mind. Your heartbeat is slow, images in your head flow calmly into a dream, you're okay.

—⁠☆

You wake up alone, the bed beside you is empty and a warm feeling buzzes inside of your chest. Something feels different than it was last night, like a new hole has been opened in your chest waiting to be filled. The memories of last night fill your mind as you sit up, looking around for Knives. Instead you find Con'rad sitting by the closed door, a clipboard in his hands.

"Hey pops." You greet him with a stretch.

He looks up at you. "Good morning. Master Knives had to leave this morning. He wanted me to accompany you."

Pulling the blanket off your legs you scoot to the edge of the bed and stand with a groan. "Where did he say he was going?"

Con'rad stands and shrugs his shoulders. "He didn't tell me, his personal matters don't concern me." He tucks his clipboard under his arm. "Breakfast?"

Con'rad takes you down to the kitchen, opening cabinets to grab stuff for breakfast while you sit down on the counter top, watching him wonder about. Leaning down, he reaches into the bottom cabinets and grabs a pan.

"How's your arm?" He glanced at you as he set the pan on the burner. "Better than before." You shrug.

He hums. "Good."

After the incident, you healed quickly, faster than you should have. It was abnormal compared to how you should have healed, not even a scar was left behind, only leaving you with the memory. Con'rad carefully watched the injury, keeping it from growing infected. Even he had taken note of how unbelievably fast it had gone away, going as far as to say that Knives may have contributed to your fast recovery. It left you confused, with more questions than answers.

"I think I understand how he did it." Con'rad suddenly speaks, making you confused. It's like he was saying something before you tuned in.

"How what?"

"How you healed so fast, how Knives may have contributed."

Subconsciously, a smile spreads across your face. "It's like you read my mind Pops."

He laughs dryly. "Oh it's nothing." Grinning lazily, he drops a slice of butter in the hot pan. "I just think you should know, plants have healing capabilities. I understand it comes naturally to some, for others it's a different situation though." He leans his elbow on the counter. "In order for a plant like Knives to heal something he has to want it. Not just a surface level either, the want must be felt via an emotional bond or connection. I'm sure you've experienced this connection already."

You think back to the feeling that washed over you when Con'rad was cleaning your injury, and you nod hesitantly. "I think, I'm not sure what it was if I'm honest."

He nods earnestly. "Plants bond optionally to other plants through touch, the same can be passed from plant to human as well. Though it's only through the plants decision, it offers a bridge of emotion between them, giving the chance to openly transfer and hear each other's thoughts and emotions."

Taking a slice of bread he drops it into the pan as well. "Knives seems to have bridged this bond between you both by open choice, as a result of this it's allowed him to offer you vitality. Just by touch alone he can excel the healing process exponentially and even pass feelings of serenity between you. In short, I believe he's courted you without realizing."

Your stomach churns, striking your chest like a match in surprise. Eyes wide, you lick your dry lips. "Courted... Me?"

Con'rad flips the bread, a hum slipping from his lips. "Yes. I can't say for sure what it really is but in previous studies from the lost ages we can see mentions of this happening between plants. They believed that it may have been a courting ritual, forming that bond, it seems that only the ones who don't find it easy to just heal do this the best."

Mind reeling, you cast your gaze to the floor in shock. "Does he even know?"

"Possibly." Con'rad begins. "For that bond to have even happened between you he had to have strong enough feelings to complete it. That probably means he felt an instinctual pull to form a bond with you."

Knives hates humans so much, why would he bond with you? It's like one big fat lie, but it would explain the conflicting feelings buzzing in your chest. "But it was subconscious, so he must not have realized by now."

That was likely true, if it was instinctual then he probably didn't do it on purpose. More than likely he's probably not even aware of what he's done. That thought stuck with you until Knives returned, his immediate destination being by your side. The doors to the lab opened and he stepped in, his eyes pulling to your form. He strolled over, speckles of blood spotting his body.

"Good. You're here. Care to join me while I clean up?" Your stomach flips as you stand from your seat. "You mean a shower? You know how inappropriate that is." Your face flushes at the thought of him in a state of undress, it unlikely he even could undress, that suit seems like a part of his skin.

"No, the pool." A bladed tendril slithers out from behind him, carefully pressing against your back and guiding you forward. "Come on." He begins to walk away, barely offering you enough time to wave bye to Con'rad. The door swings shut behind you, and you jog forward to reach Knives' side.

"What were you doing?" You peer up at him. Blood dirties his face though it's not very much, just enough to be very noticeable.

"Business." His simple statement leaves the conversation at a stalemate as you reach the elevator. From there, you ride down to the pool. The lights inside the water cast a blue haze over the walls and you can very clearly see an opening of glass at the side of the tank. The room on the other side is shrouded in darkness, it sends shivers down your spine.

Wandering in front of you, Knives places his hand on the edge of the pool and jumps in, as he goes under you step up to the edge and peer inside. Beneath this is probably 50 feet worth of water before it meets the floor, suddenly you don't want to get inside. Even if you did, you still wouldn't be able to, your clothes would get wet.

"You not gonna get in?" Knives asks as he breaches the surface, his hair slick against his head. You shake your head, taking a step back. "I'm not wearing the right thing."

His face falls, lips drawn into a thin line. "It doesn't matter, I'll get you other clothes later. Just get in." He swims up to the edge and rests his arms along the side. You stare at the water then at him. If you said why you really didn't want to get in he'd surely laugh, but you've run out of excuses. Noticing your hesitation, he smiles.

"Are you afraid?" It's not condescending, might even be softly spoken but it feels so out of character for him. "It's deep, I know, but I promise I won't let anything bad happen."

You step closer, peering into the depths again. "Would you really?"

He nods to you and stretches his hand out, eyes soft and genuine. "If you hold onto me, yes." His hand is an open invitation for you to grab and lower yourself down, letting the water rest at your legs before you slip in. You stare at it instead, unsure of how to feel. Taking a deep breath, you step right up to the edge, placing your hand in his as you lower yourself to sit. Your legs dangle into the water, giving you an even clearer view of the vastness below. Swallowing harshly, you tighten your grip on his hand and slip in.

"Good job petal." He smiles brightly at you, turning to fully face you. Your whole body shakes while your face grows hot. "Petal?" You wonder aloud. He doesn't acknowledge it and instead uses his feet to push himself further away from the edge, dragging you with.

Eyes wide when you look down in a panic, you gasp, heart dropping to your stomach. If you couldn't swim you'd undoubtedly be sinking like a rock, likely ready to accept death by drowning. Just being in this situation is enough to put you on edge.

"Do you trust me?" Your eyes meet his, soft shaky breaths leave your lips quietly. "No. No, I don't." Using his hand as leverage, you pull yourself closer to him and tightly wrap around his arm. "Fuck... Knives. I don't like this."

He feels you shaking against him as you wearily look down, nervously chewing your bottom lip. Fear lingers in the back of his mind and he knows it's you, he can feel your fear. It's strong, but not enough to affect him badly. "It's okay." He coos.

Shaking your head, you look at him with tears in your eyes and begin to hyperventilate. It burns your throat the way it clenches, you can't seem to think straight with the emptiness below you threatening to swallow you whole.

"No. It's not. I need to get out." You desperately look to the edge of the pool where you got in, your legs aching for solid ground again. You can't bear to look down anymore in fear that your heart might explode from the stress, instead opting to close your eyes. Knives watches you close them with a deep frown, his other hand comes up to rest at the back of your neck. From his touch blooms the feeling of cold waves again, they flow through you, dragging away the panic as they leave. Knives doesn't move his hand until he feels your heart has slowed to an adamant rate, enough that he feels you'll be okay now.

Without a moment's notice he pulls you underneath the water with him, you open your eyes and his soft and sweet smile greets you. "That's it." He purrs. You open your mouth to question him but quickly snap it shut when water rushes in. Looking back up to the surface you point and gesture for him to swim back up. For a moment he cocks his brow in question before he breaches the surface with you.

You spit out the water. "You can breathe underwater?!" He's blankly staring at you before he bursts into laughter. "No. I just don't have to breathe at all."

"Really?" He nods his head with a smile. "Yes. If I'm being honest I forgot you needed to breathe." You can see now that the blood has washed from his face and body, leaving behind the cleanliness that he sheds everywhere.

"oh my gosh." You scoff. He chuckles quietly. "I remember everything about you but that's the one thing I forget." He shakes his head. "Disappointing."

Smiling, you playfully smack his shoulder. "Rude." He laughs it off.

The pool falls silent as he pulls you around with him, his hand in yours. Softly, the designs of his suit spread from the skin of his hand, glowing to the tips of your fingers. "You calmed me down again... Didn't you?" Your gaze lingers on your hands before moving to him.

"What do you mean?" His brows furrowed. Lifting your hands out of the water you move them into view. Very clearly now the lines are starting to spread to you, only up to your knuckles.

"This. It's a connection." His eyes widen at the sight of your hand taking on his own designs. "But your hand." He pulls it closer to him, gently running his finger over the newly formed lines.

"I don't know... Con'rad never said anything about this." His eyes meet yours. "What did he say?"

Looking away from your hand and up at him, you hum. "It forms a mental and emotional bond. But this? I have no idea." You shake your head. "We should tell him, he might know something."

He looks back at your hand again, the pattern up to your wrist now. "He will." He swims back to the edge of the pool, letting you climb out first. As you stand, his hand slips from yours and the pattern glow begins to fade.

"It's going away!" As he stands, he gazes at it sternly. "It's not permanent..." Grabbing your hand he lifts it to look closer. The moment his skin touches yours it lights up, continuing to slowly climb up your arm. You don't feel any different though. "We should still tell Con'rad."

He adjusts his hold on your hand and begins to pull you with him back to the elevator. "C'mon."

Reaching the floor, he pulls you out and down the hall to Con'rad's lab. "Con'rad!" He calls out as he pushes the door open.

"Master Knives." Con'rad turns to face you in his chair. "You need something?"

"This." Walking closer to him, Knives stops just feet away from his seat and lifts your hands together. "What is this? Is it bad?" In the back of your mind, worry festers, but you feel it's not your own emotion.

Con'rad's brows shoot up in surprise, leaning forward to look closer, he sees the pattern has crawled up to your elbow now. "This is interesting." He pulls your hands apart, making the pattern fall dim, a small indention on where it resides is still there. "It stays..."

Knives groans, desperation building in his chest. "Is it bad? Just say it." Sitting back in his chair, Con'rad lightly rubs his chin. "More likely than not, no. Then again, plants have never bonded with humans before so this is an entirely new process."

"Bond? Process? What are you saying?" Con'rad gazes at Knives before looking at you. "You tell him."

"Me?! I hardly understand it myself!" Knives turns his head to look at you, in his eyes you can see the confusion but in your chest you can feel his frustration.

"Tell me." He's not asking, he's telling you. It's an order and it makes you shudder. "I am."

Taking a deep breath, you exhale softly. "You bonded with me subconsciously and opened a connection between us mentally and emotionally, it's not just a bond though. It's a courting process that plants used to have a long time ago."

His eyes widen. "What they're trying to say is that you're essentially 'mates' now, if that's what you want to call it." Con'rad stands from his chair. "But since it's a cross species connection, there are side effects we didn't know about before. I'm not saying that I know what they are but I am saying that we should find out."

Looking at you, Knives' face softens. "I didn't know..." He feels regret bubble in his chest. "I'm so sorry for putting you in danger." His sad voice makes you want to grab his hand in reassurance, but you feel unsure.

"I don't think they're in any kind of danger." Knives looks at Con'rad, his hand reaching for yours. "How do you know?"

Walking towards his clipboard, Con'rad picks up a pen. "The effects that Plants have on other living things are severe, to a point that even the smallest negative thing could kill instantly. It should be the same for humans..." He trails off.

"So basically, I don't need to worry?" You lightly squeeze Knives hand as you step forward. Con'rad sets the pen back down and turns to look at you, his finger pointing at Knives' hand in yours. "The more he does that... opening the connection between you two... I think he's strengthening that bond. But at the same time something else might be happening as well." He turns to rummage through the drawers under the counter.

"If you'll allow it... I'll take samples of your blood to see what exactly might be going on, if it even involves that."

You look away from Con'rad to Knives. "I'd like to find out. If that's okay with you?" He adverts his gaze to the floor, unsure of how to react. Knowing what he knows now... He doesn't want you to leave his sight. The risk feels too great to him now. He can't just stand by leaving you, his partner, uneducated about what could be his fault.

"Of course." You offer him a smile as you step away from him, your hand slipping from his.

"Yeah, let's do it."

When it was over, Con'rad was quick to get you back the results. "I looked at my previous sample from him and I noticed some similarities in cell structure. It almost seems like the more he makes that connection the more he imprints on you..." You furrow your brows, confused.

"Am I turning into a plant or something?"

Tucking the clipboard under his arm, he meets your gaze. "Not entirely..."

Knives steps closer to you, his gaze hardening. "Not entirely? What does that mean?" You look up to see Knives clenching his jaw, he's grown unbelievably impatient. "Stop wasting time."

Con'rad nods. "Yes sir." His stance straightens before he begins. "You're not turning into a plant per say, it's more like he's changing your biological composition to better match his DNA."

You cast a glare at Con'rad. "It's the same thing! You literally just said that he's turning me into a plant."

He shakes his head. "I don't think you understand... It's not a full process, from what I've seen the plant cells are simply acting as a shield, they cover your actual cells but they don't take over. So, yes. Should he connect any deeper and fully undergo this process you will technically be part plant. It's nothing to be worried about though."

Looking away in shock, you step back. "Oh."

Knives casts you a worried glance before he looks back at Con'rad. "Why would it do that? They wouldn't want this."

Con'rad sighs, his hand rising to push his glasses up his nose. "It's so that you're more compatible when breeding."

Your heart dropped to your stomach, both Knives' and your faces flushed. "Oh God." You step back and turn around, hiding your face in your hands. "This is insane..." You mutter as you begin to pace a small path.

Knives turns and looks back at you, slight guilt swimming in his eyes. He can see the stress in your face when you look at him. "I didn't even know what I had done..." He sounds disappointed.

Stopping where you walk, you take a deep breath and sigh, trying to calm your fraying nerves. "It's okay Knives." You give him your best reassuring smile before you look back down at your wet clothes. "Can I please change out of these? I can't handle being like this at the moment."

You pull them away from your body, the water begins to feel cold against the air and uncomfortable. Stepping up to you, Knives places a light hand on your shoulder. "Yeah, c'mon."

Quietly, he takes you from the lab and leads you down to his room. Pushing open the door he steps inside, flicking on the light. "I have some spare clothes from Con'rad when he thought I would want them. They might fit you." He digs through the drawers, pulling out a shirt and sweatpants for you.

Standing upright, nudging the drawer shut with his knee he hands them to you. You take them happily, moving over to place them on the bed. Behind you Knives goes to leave the room, and offer you privacy, but you turn to stop him.

"Wait." You say. He stops and turns to look at you, his brow raised in question. "You can stay here, just don't look. I want to talk to you."

He turns away from you to allow you privacy, his arms carefully crossed over his chest. "I wanted to speak to you too." He admits.

Pulling your shirt off of your head, you grab the dry one and pull it over you. "I kind of expected that, but I just want you to know that I'm not mad about this whole plant thing." Your face burns at the thought of Con'rad's words before you left. "It's hard to be mad at you when you really didn't have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah, but I was the one who did it, if I knew-" you cut him short. "If you knew, the keyword being if, because you didn't know. It was only your body's way of physically saying you liked me that's all it is."

Next you tugged off your pants letting them fall to the floor then pulled on the sweatpants he gave you.

"But you didn't have a choice in the matter, what if you didn't want that?" He counters.

Turning around, tossing your wet clothes in the corner, you make your way over to him. "You didn't either, neither of us had a choice. You didn't mean to do it, end of story. I just have to accept what's happening now and you do too."

He turns around to face you, his face in what seems like shock and shame. "Are you okay with being stuck with me like this? It doesn't bother you or make you uncomfortable?"

You shake your head. "Knives, I like you just as much as you like me. This was a bit unexpected but I'm sure I'll get used to it." You can see the visible discomfort in his face, he clearly doesn't want you to be invoked in something you don't want. "Why don't we make things right by starting from a confession?" Your face softens.

His tense shoulders relax at your suggestion and he looks to the side in thought, thinking over your offer. When he looks back at you, he nods. "Yeah." He agrees softly.

Offering him a gentle smile, you speak. "I'll start first... I really like you, Knives, I think you're an extremely intelligent person and I know you have a big heart. There's some things you do that just send my heart into space... I really really want you."

You can feel your face heat up, and you lift a hand to cover your mouth. "Gods that sounds awkward."

Knives smiles, a chuckle falling from his lips. Uncrossing his arms, he reaches out and pulls your hand away from your face. "Don't hide it, I think you look cute when you're flustered." The tenseness in his voice has washed away, replaced by a nice inviting warmth.

"My turn...You have the most captivating personality, I can't help but be interested in everything you say. Even from the moment I met you I couldn't help but feel a pull towards you." His smile grows. "I really like you too."

Your face is burning hot now, and your heart flutters intensely. It feels like you might pass out. Lifting a hand to your face he cups your cheek, staring directly into your eyes. "Wow, Knives... Thank you."

His eyes soften and he hums. "It's my pleasure, Flower."

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