The Fall - Chapter 4
Written for Krusie-tober 2025 prompt 2: Bows
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Overview:
Posted somewhat out of order for your Krusie-tober scheduled enjoyment. Two dorks get caught in the rain on Holloween. Bowties prove difficult. Cute stuff happens. You're welcome.
Notes: Contains
Kris / Susie (Deltarune)
Exploration of Feelings with a Sprinkling of Angst
Best Friends doing normal best friend stuff
Sickeningly Cute Fluff
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“Oh…. Shit.” The two of them were just three blocks away from the house, the warm amber glow of the Dreemur residence lighting up surrounding in the distance. The humble, inviting presence calling Kris home, and Susie along with them. Neither had noticed the impending storm when they had left the church, departing the festivities early. It wasn’t like either one of them were in a rush to leave, but they had good reason. About two hundred good reasons, all stuffed into various pockets on their costumes. They’d both come to the Halloween bash as gangsters, dressed black pinstripe suits, if such a thing could be sewn by hand. All dolled up and dressed to the nines, they’d spent the evening menacing everyone else about bootleg booze and protection fees. It was only natural then that when Kris had suggested stealing as much candy as they could carry, all Susie had given them back was a menacing grin and high five that almost knocked them off their feet.
No, neither had noticed anything above their heads until the orange rays of sunset dimmed behind the dense sheets of rain. Looking back over their shoulders, the storm looked like a tide. Just a singular wall of dark as it advanced across town toward them. Houses and trees disappearing into it, shapes fading under the intense downpour. The dragon glanced down at her friend, eyes wide with thrill and fright at the same time.
“Kris, RUN!” The purple-black blur she’d turned into surged past them, the menacing shape of her clawed hand snagging them by the front of their jacket on the way past. Dragged behind her at a pace that was just a little too fast and nowhere fast enough. They both looked back as they ran, that wall of water gaining on them fast between each glance. Feet pounding and lungs burning, they both ran like their pursuer was some gigantic creature from the dark. The absurdity of it had them laughing before they got far, bubbling up into a pitched fit the moment they were overtaken.
Kris practically burst at the sides as the torrent came, the stupid hat on his head deforming under the impact of every drop that reached them. Neither one was doing much to save them from getting wet. Susie reached the porch first, catching one of the posts with an outstretched hand before hauling herself around it.
“Ha! Beat your slow ass-“ She started, whirling around to throw her impromptu victory in their face… only to catch them face first.
“OUF-what the FUCK, dude?!” They were still laughing, even as the momentum sent them both tumbling into the front door with a solid thud.
She forced him off her, propping him back onto his feet with a shove. Kris, of course, flashed her the kind of cocky grin that just pissed her off further.
“Ugh.” She dusted herself off once she stood, flicking the droplets off a now completely soaked jacket. It was their night to have fun, Toriel had said. She and many of the adults had organized the party and were definitely still there, they’d even checked. It also meant that they were free to scarf down every precious piece of pilfered candy before anyone even noticed they were missing. The perfect crime!
Kris still had to be the one to open the door. No matter how many times they’d shown her, the key was never where Susie thought it was. Door swung open after a moment of fiddling, the roaring din of rain faded some once they’d both stepped inside. Barely steps past the threshold and Susie was already yanking at her costume.
“How do I get this STUPID thing OFF?!”
They took a moment to ponder her, watching the dragon run a drag a finger underneath the black bowtie at her neck whilst tossing her hat aside. Shrouded in damp, the outfit clung to her more than it had. Gluing itself in long streaks across her scales. It was a surprise how long it took for her to notice their stare. Irritated, her gaze bounced between that increasingly stupid look of theirs and the equally soaked getup hanging off them. It was hardly revealing but looked ridiculous.
“Quit staring, Kris. This is YOUR fault. …I’m not quite sure why yet, but it IS.” The last spoken word came out with a sharp huff. Her indignation quickly disappeared, when, glancing back again, she noticed their hands reaching for her neck. Response almost immediate, she slapped their hands away.
“Dude, I can dress myself. I’m not a baby.” Her expression was as sour as her words.
“Let me.” Again, they insisted. Her eyes, already wide open, went wider still as they reached up. The soft touch of those slim fingertips tapping the thin fabric of her shirt before taking up each half of the wretched tie. The faintest of trails lingered after their touch, warming where they landed even after passing elsewhere. This was the exact nightmare she had been avoiding for days now. Their smaller frame leaned in close, warm skin brushing over her own each time their deft fingers folded the fabric over itself. This was taking too long… it was as if they knew.
The still-fading blush across the bridge of her snout had immediately flared again, expression growing misty the longer they stood like that. She hadn’t bent lower at all, Kris up on their toes while they worked. Somehow, it didn’t seem to bother them the slightest. It was, however, the reason why their touch rested flat between the lapels of her jacket between each fold. An arm reached forward on its own, rustling fabric in the silence between them as it wrapped itself around their waist. Clawed fingertips snagging on the soft weaved fabric there, over the small of their back. Their attention seemed to drift in that moment, like their breath had caught in their throat. Right below the edge of those soft chestnut bangs, a little color showed. Her gaze dipped down to look. She was leaning closer as a result nose approaching level with theirs. Right there, between those long strands of hair, she could finally catch a glimpse of their eyes. The sharp, piercing crimson she expected was staring back up at her, warm puffs of their breath rolling across her cheek. They’d stopped by now, fingers still gripped around the tie, palms flat on her collar bone. Did they feel it too? This magnetic pull that only seemed to draw two of them closer together. Her head tipped. So did theirs. Eyes fluttering lower just as they met. It sent a shock through her to feel their lips on hers. Smaller and softer, the slightest of chaste kisses. Like electric, it shot down her neck flying right to the very core of her. Heart skipping in her chest. She let out a hard gasp, eyes wide before reeling back. Both hands grasping at them, driving them away with a sharp, mechanical tug.
Dammit! What the FUCK are you DOING?!?!
Her face was burning as she mentally chastised herself. Looking away from them, her eyes scrunched closed as she tasted the sourness of her mistake. Why did it have to be like this? Why was she so drawn to them, more and more the longer they stayed by her side? Why did the simple, gentle touch of their hand make her want to hold them close and never let them away again? Fangs showed past her lips as she grimaced, losing control. A glimmer appeared at the corner of her eye in her embarrassment, rolling down across her cheek before it disappeared under her near-black bangs.
You're going to run this again. Like you ALWAYS do.
“Hey…” Their voice snapped her free of the abuse, glancing down at them again. One hand leaving them to reach up and brush that wet steak away before they could see. But, they saw it still.
“It’s just us.” She watched as one of those slim, shapely hands fit over hers. Contrasted sharply over her scales, it seized them anyway, pulling her hand down to her chest. Her brow furrowed, so evidently embarrassed. Her nerves were still bubbling up at the edges, but their soft touch was placing a calm on its simmering surface. They were like storm oil, calming the chop and the waves in front of her. Somehow, some way, this had become what she wanted. She had absolutely no idea what it was going to be, but she knew that she wanted it.
“It’s okay.” They’d brought her closer again, the tiny tip of their nose brushed across her snout in the lightest of touches. The coarse electric still sprang through her, teeth clenched tight. She watched them, transfixed, as their head tilted over again, and their lips met hers.
It looked like nothing, but it felt like everything. An unknown excitement and desire for something she couldn’t put a name to. The shock stayed painted on her expression, but she didn’t recoil this time, allowing her body to again move without command. Tipping across them, snout brushing their nose to fit the seal of their lips more closely. The slim shape of hers didn’t quite match up, nor did theirs fully fit the way her maw sat deeper on the shape of her jaw. All it did was encourage them both to correct that. She could feel them squirm under her hand. Their lips came unsealed, but neither pulled away. One leading the other back into such gentle affection, exploring together.
All this might have been a few moments or a few hours. Whatever internal clock she had was frozen under the sheer rush of embarrassment and excitement. How long had she wondered what this would be like? To kiss them? The thought was driven away entirely by the next soft press Kris gave her. A mortifyingly satisfied sound spilled past her lips at the same moment. Her eyes searched their expression, for the fear and judgement she was so afraid of, but they wore nothing but the same flushed embarrassment she must’ve.
“You.. uh.. pull this routine with all your friends, you little freak?” She muttered at them, lips curled into a half-hearted smirk that didn’t make it to her eyes. The knee-jerk reaction to cover herself kicked in, masking the inner turmoil by giving them something else to chew on. She hated that she still did it with them, one of many reasons why she didn’t deserve their friendship.
“Only you.” Came their response. Still flushed red with embarrassment, but the smile that came with it betrayed their earnest intent. It was so fucking sappy, and it made her crumble.
“Wierdo.” She laughed. Their smile deepened, the tip of their tongue sneaking past just a little. Reaching up, she’d sift her claws through their hair. Drawing it down and back, tugging their bangs away to cascade over the smooth shape of their ear instead. Pulling them closer, her head fitting just so above Kris's shoulder. Their face ended up buried in the crook of her neck, but the way their nose rubbed on her there only made her laugh again. Thus hidden from view, she finally gave herself some small permission to indulge in them like this. One hand cradling the back of their head, the other around their waist while their own stretched wide across her back. The warmth of that embrace made her feel like she was glowing. She inhaled deep as she relaxed, lingering on the soft scent of apples and rain.
I could do this all night.













