Summary: You love TV, and the only thing that TV loves just as much as you is seeing you happily spend his hard-earned money. Maybe it does a little bit more for him than you'd expected.
Tags: Size Difference, Age Difference, Touch-Starved Tenna, Pathetic Tenna, Sugar Daddy, Established Relationship, Pet Names
Author Notes: Unspecified reader who can be either a Lightener or a Darkener, but they live and ‘work’ in the TV World. Tenna has a successful career, reality-bending set design powers, a cord tail, and a big chest (that last part is important to me.) I'm really quite thrilled that people have enjoyed my Tenna thus far. Please, keep loving him like he deserves.
Synopsis: It's festival day, and you flunk your confession to Kris, who seems to carry feelings for their friend instead. So what happens when you suddenly wake up in a magical world filled with talking flowers who for some reason really really want you two to get together?
Tags: Chapter 5 spoilers, PWP (Plot Heavy), Light Angst, 5 + 1 Trope, Love Confessions, bad humour, sex pollen (this is the flower chapter of course there's gonna be sex pollen in it), Cunnilingus, P in V, Emotional Intimacy, Everyone is bad at feelings, Ambiguous Ending, Thinly-veiled excuse to write a Kris character study, Also Ralsei is here, cross posted on AO3
CWs: Explicit content (only near the end)
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A/N:
Wow this took me a fat minute
Happy (late) release of Chapter 5!
It's been a while since I've last written, and I wanted to create this fic as a huge celebration for all we've learned about this game and our favorite sword hero.
I've been reading all your comments, and I appreciate every single one of them. It's really hard to describe how much they push me to keep going <3
I'm probably going to be on hiatus for a little while to rest my creativity bones, but I'll do my best to wrap up all of my ongoing fics as soon as I get inspo.
Requests are probably going to be closed during that time, but feel free to ask me anything on here!
"What should I pick for the front of the shop, Marigolds or Hydrangeas?"
You pondered carefully between the two options set out in front of you.
"Definitely the Hydrangeas." You nod your head as Asgore rushes to finalize the decorations for the festival. Carrying a bag of soil bigger than your entire body.
"Thanks Kris!" You barely even bother to correct him after the 50th instance of him accidentally calling you by his kid's name.
Today marked the two month anniversary since you've started working at Asgore Dreemurr's flower shop.
Having you as an employee now meant that he could keep the store open while doing housekeeping work for the mayor. The actual source of his income.
Your compensation was far from generous. There had even been times where he'd "forget" to pay you after every week.
But it never bothered you enough to quit through. With the lack of traffic, you considered it more of just another hangout spot with occasional volunteer work than anything.
Today, you sit behind the counter; absent-mindedly reading one of the numerous newspapers Asgore kept around.
He started up another conversation as he carefully packed soil into a pot.
"You know, Noelle's headed to the festival with a date this year. Sue Xie, I think her name was." You raised your eyebrows in awe at how he managed to pronounce a butchered version of Susie's name so perfectly.
"Carol let me know yesterday."
Yesterday, how could you forget? Asgore left to clean up the Holiday household on the same day Pizzapants came to pick up 50 flower bouquets for the audience at his upcoming comedy act.
"Mhm."
You nod, trying your best to hide your excitement.
Ever since Thursday, Susie and Kris were suddenly spending so much time together after being so hostile.
It was almost unnatural how quickly they'd seem to have gotten close.
On the day the project was assigned, you were terrified out of your mind about Kris possibly getting torn to shreds by Susie, but you were too afraid to stick up for them that time.
But they both seemed perfectly fine when the next day came, chuckling to each other during class so much so that they had to be separated. Kris was placed right next to you; but again, you never took that chance to strike a conversation, leaving when the bell rung to find Susie waiting by the lockers for them.
The idea that you might've missed your chance, all of it has been driving you crazy.
But it made your soul light up like a flame inside learning that Kris might still be single.
"It's a shame though," Asgore continued.
"Carol doesn't seem to like her one bit."
That was probably why he seemed to have ended his shift so early that day.
"I understand her. But at the same time, it's not like we haven't gone through this whole schpiel before." He sighed.
"She'd probably be a lot happier having Kris as her kid!" Asgore gave out a dry chuckle.
Come to think of it, you never really saw Kris being romantic with anyone, really. It was their alluring mysteriousness that had drawn you to them in the first place.
"When Azzy started seeing… someone, Kris wouldn't stop crying for hours when my wife told them they couldn't have a girlfriend of their own just yet."
You hide your accelerating smile behind an article on baseball. One benefit to working with Asgore was that he'd tell you funny stories about Kris' childhood. It gave you insight on a side of them you never got to see otherwise.
"…I don't think they've realized that they're already well past that age now." Asgore continued. "I don't blame them for being adverted to romance, seeing how their brother and father's relationships ended up."
His large frame tenses up a bit.
"Smarter than both of us, in that way."
Spotting the shift in mood, Asgore moved to lighten it up.
"I can tell that Susie's a good kid, though; underneath all that dirt. She just needs someone nice by her side to let her bloom." He looks behind his back to speak to you.
Your gaze finds its way to the clock on the wall; 1 minute before your shift officially ends.
"You guys are way better behaved than us at our prime. Heck, Rudy and I were Happy Tapioca-ing each other at the festival the second we came home from college." Asgore laughed.
Something within told you not to search up what that meant.
A few moments of Asgore wistfully lamenting about his college days later, and your shift was over. You stand nearby to wish him goodbye.
"It's time for me to go, Mr. Dreemurr." You give a polite smile and nod.
Asgore looks up at the clock, not previously noticing how much time has passed.
"Oh! Before you go…"
He digs his dirty gloves in his back pocket to take out a once-white envelope.
"Your paycheck, for this week." Asgore winked. "Added a bonus for your work."
You open up your backpack for him to drop it inside next to your project notes, something for your future self to deal with.
"I'll see you at the festival!" You make your way towards the front doors, but before you walk out, Asgore calls out to you.
"By the way, If you have anything that you want to say to Kris, get it off your chest by tomorrow."
You felt yourself blush, quickly turning your face to the outside air.
"I— I will…" You mumble.
—
At home, you open the dirt-stained envelope to cash out on your payment.
100 bucks.
Great, you smile. This was 20 dollars more than last time.
You flop onto the softness of your bed after a quick shower. You find yourself staring up at your bedroom ceiling a little bit longer that night.
There were… a lot of things about your boss that you didn't take seriously, but that one statement he made seemed to have made it's way under your skin.
Your crush on Kris had become so obvious that even someone as oblivious as Asgore could figure it out. You wonder how many times you accidentally let it slip around him for him to notice.
Embarrassing as it was, it gave you some resemblance of hope.
What was different about Kris was that they never tell you if they know something, you noticed that they always kept secrets until the very last second.
So your mind wanders— What if they knew this whole time, and were just waiting to officially ask you out on the day of the festival?
The image was crystal clear in your head.
Kris caressing your hand as the two of you walk around Hometown. Looking up at the horizon through the Ferris wheel, holding onto each other through the haunted house. Their low voice muttering your name in between small kisses.
It was a stupid dream, but it didn't stop you from being helplessly drawn to it.
So you let yourself dream, for a little longer.
"Hey Kris, I just wanted to tell you that I think you're smokin hot, and wanted to know if you could be my Dragon Blazer…" You trail off as you speak the last words.
"Hm… Not enough confidence." Berdly sat across from you at the table near the beach, carefully analyzing your performance with a raised eyebrow.
Today was the day of the festival, your first festival at Hometown.
You had decided to wake up earlier than usual in order to help Asgore get everything into place a few hours before everything officially started.
But he insisted against it, telling you to just "enjoy" your first year here.
Berdly just so happened to be discharged from the hospital around the same time, so now he was helping you prepare your confession to Kris before the festival started.
He used his home printer to print out a list of Dragon Blazers-themed pickup lines that he just so happened to have downloaded before the WiFi went down.
"No offense Berdly, but I don't think that these would work on— anyone past middle school." You cringe at the material.
You like to think that you have a good relationship with him, he was the first to reach out when you were completely new to town. And after his mysterious injury, you paid him back by sending him leftover flowers when his parents didn't have the time to visit, which was basically every day.
And whether you liked it or not, you had to admit that Berdly knew Kris way better than you could ever hope for. It was just a matter of looking past Berdly's theatrics to get a sense of what Kris was really like— their "Gap Moe", as Berdly called it.
"I'm afraid you're beyond my help, young fledgling. You'll need to grow pure passion from within if you ever wish to warm a kuudere's heart."
He used his beak and non-broken wing to rip the paper in two right before your eyes.
"Let the festivities begin!"
He was right, though pickup lines weren't even what you asked him for help with in the first place. Part of you thinks he just wanted to use them on someone.
You shrug, deciding to follow Berdly around town as the festival finishes setting up.
—
"And then, there was this big shock!" Berdly had been recounting his dream to you as you ate at the concession stand. "I thought I was for sure a goner—"
"DON'T!"
The parrot vendor squawks loudly as an interruption.
…
You and Berdly exchange glances, taking a few steps away.
"Anyways…" Berdly had to remember where he'd left off.
"In the end, I used my supreme intellect to save everyone! Pretty awesome dream." He smirked as you gave him a low-effort round of applause.
By now, most of the town had woken up. There were some familiar faces mixed in with people you hadn't yet introduced yourself to yet. Like that vendor, who you definitely didn't want to ever strike a conversation with.
As you scan through the crowd, you freeze up as you spot an extra familiar face.
Berdly was puzzled until he followed your gaze to Susie and Kris, walking out from the Dreemurr household towards the festival.
"Adieu, it's time for my chick to leave the nest." He bowed before ducking out of the way to the other side of the empty street.
You were about to call out to Berdly to get the hell back here, but it was too late. Kris and Susie were already right in front of you.
"G'mornin." Susie waved a hand towards you.
You couldn't be imagining it, but was she actually greeting you? … And being nice?
"Oh, uh— good morning." Did Noelle manage to tame her this quick? "H-how are you?"
"Nothin' much." Susie shrugged. "Had to wait for this slowpoke to wake up." She elbowed Kris in the arm, making them laugh. You'd never heard Kris' laugh like that before.
"You got two hours more of festival experience than me, what do you recommend I try first?" Susie asked.
Before you could answer with anything, Kris turned to give her a pout, as if to say: "why not ask me?"
She chuckled. "Alright, alright. We're going to the haunted house dude. But not before we find Noelle."
You could've sworn you saw Kris' smile drop a bit.
But before you could process it, Susie was already grabbing Kris' hand and dragging them with her to the Holiday household, away from you.
You weren't even sure if they spared you a single glance.
As soon as they were out of earshot, you cross the street to drag a smirking Berdly towards the hammer game.
"B-but I'm not at my maximum potential!" He protests as you toss a rubber mallet to his good wing.
"Just— jump on it, or something. You're just temporarily changing your input controls." You had no patience to tolerate Berdly's anti-cheat morality right now.
You just felt like hitting something after how hard you just fumbled that interaction.
You actually enjoyed your first year at the festival. All the various games and food made you forget about your worries.
With the relatively small size of Hometown, you found yourself crossing paths with Kris every once in a while. They were always trailing behind Susie and Noelle.
It must be awkward, having your two friends date each other with no one by your side.
You knew Kris kept to themselves more often than not, but a part of you wondered if they actually wanted that.
You wanted to ask them, give them another option, but it never seemed like the right time to. They were always just outside your reach.
But that didn't matter, because you and Berdly were nearly finished at checking out all the festival attractions this year.
Now was just time for the Ferris wheel.
You pay your toll with your paycheck bonus and hop onto the heart-shaped car with Berdly.
Feeling the vibrations as the ride starts up, you let your eyes close for a moment.
Just imagining what it'd be like if Kris were here with you.
Would they be sitting across? Or be cuddling up by your side as the two of you viewed the horizon?
God, you wished that you could be their only view.
"Status update?" Your daydreaming was interrupted by Berdly.
Right. He was also here with you. "You can sit next to me if you're scared of heights."
"Uh no, I'm fine." He must've thought you were too scared to look up. "Thanks for asking."
Now that you were brought back into the real world, you realized that the two of you were nearing the top of the ride.
You look out of the glass window, admiring the sight.
"Great, isn't it?" Berdly says.
"It really is."
You look down just a little bit closer. In the crowd… was Kris?
They were watching the Ferris wheel with their hands in their pockets. And just for a brief moment, the two of you made eye contact.
You quickly look away, feeling your face heat up.
This was getting tiring.
You decided right then and there that this game had to end. You needed to get your feelings out.
Maybe this was another sign to just talk to them like a normal person instead of dancing around it for months at a time.
Soon enough, the Ferris wheel had finally reached the floor.
Kris was right there. You only needed to talk to them once to get this over with.
Susie and Noelle step out of the gondola before the door is opened for you and Berdly.
Huh, that explained why Kris was even looking in your direction in the first place.
You take a deep breath before reaching your hand out, this was it.
You tap on their shoulder.
"Could you uh tellkristomeetmeatthebeachokaythanks."
At the last second, you redirect your message to Noelle instead, scurrying away as soon as she confusedly agrees.
—
After walking Berdly home, you make your way back to find Kris at the beach; just like you had instructed them to.
They hadn't spotted you yet, but you still felt the familiar stinging pulse of anxiety broil within your chest.
But you found yourself taking a glimpse at the Flower shop's stained window, your reflection staring right back. You had made a promise, and there wasn't any time to fall back on it.
So slowly, you take small steps towards the beach, to them.
"Hi, Kris."
Kris perks their head up with their hands kept securely in their pockets, facing the shore.
"You wanted to talk?" They turned to face you. Their voice was as monotone as always.
For your sake, you avoid direct eye contact.
Okay, deep breaths. you can do this. Just say the words you've been wanting to say for who knows how long.
"I love you."
SHIT.
WAY TOO DIRECT.
"I mean I-I have an interest in you?"
Too vague!
"I have a crush on you, Kris."
Finally.
You internally give a sigh of relief, bracing for whatever words were about to spill out of your running mouth as well.
"Since I moved in, I've always kinda liked the way you are. I think you're like— really cool, honestly." You had to force the last of your words out before you fell apart.
"And I'd like to spend more time with you, together."
Okay, that what it. You finally been able to get out what's been plaguing your mind ever since you've moved into this town.
Now you had to sit with the knowledge that you'd never be able to take this back.
You slowly gain the courage to look up.
Kris was looking back at you. For the first time, they were actually looking at you.
They looked at you in a way that could only be described as pure horror.
Oh.
Before you could react, Kris quickly clamped their hand over their mouth, as if they were stopping themselves from hurling in front of you.
"…Kris?" You didn't know what to do, unconsciously taking a few steps back as shame and panic barged in to override your senses.
Another one of their hands was wrapped across their stomach as they keeled over onto the grass. Their body trembled. Everything felt so still.
It felt like eons waiting for a response.
"I… I…" A feeble groan came out from them.
You didn't know if it was a good thing or not that you heard the footsteps of Susie and Noelle approach the scene from behind.
Your body was blocking their view of a now hunched over Kris, the sight otherwise self incriminating to all hell.
"Got three cones for us." Susie's voice echoes behind you.
Not knowing how to react, Your fight or flight reaction decides for you. You take a mad dash past them all back to the flower shop. Noelle notices Kris before Susie does.
"No need to rush, there's like— two other people in line." Was the last thing you heard before frantically shutting the door behind you.
You expected to hear the voice of Asgore scrutinizing you for almost shattering it, but you notice in the silence that he was nowhere to be found. He must've been upstairs, yet again busy with his papers.
That was convenient enough for you, not wanting to have to explain what just happened. You didn't even know how to explain it to yourself.
You cage yourself behind the counter, feeling your heart collapse. You'd wish nothing more but to just disappear completely.
No.
No.
You were not doing this again. You weren't about to leave Kris again, especially if they might have a medical emergency going on.
It was only a matter of cooling your anxious nerves in order to get back in there.
—
You weren't sure how much time had passed. 5… 20 minutes?
Either way, Susie still wasn't storming in with a sworn vengeance for hurting her friend, so Kris must've cleared up the situation by now.
The only thing left for you to do now was to talk to Kris yourself— if they were still okay.
You take a few steps, fumbling with your clothes as you slowly made your way towards the beach.
What could you even say to them at this point? Apologize for running away like that? Say sorry for even saying anything to them?
To your relief, Kris was still there and breathing, face down on the bench.
You contemplated checking to see if they were awake, but then you averted your gaze to spot the silhouette of Susie bridal-carrying Noelle across the sunset shore.
It must've been the reflection of the sun, but your eyes seemed to sting more as your vision became more blurry.
You thought you were strong enough. But something about that sight made everything within just crumble apart.
You recluse into your safe zone to break down.
As you sobbed, actually you humoured the idea of Asgore's dark world conspiracy theories. If they were true, you'd escape into one without second thought.
Who knows how long you spent in his flower shop, because as you woke up, you were in an entirely new location.
With the sky pitch black, it takes a moment for you to even register that your eyes were open. You sit up to look at your surroundings— which now took on the form of a brightly colored garden.
It was hard to even focus your vision on a single aspect, with everything so suddenly different. The only part of this strange world that still held familiarity to Asgore's flower shop was the smell, but even that had changed here.
You were used to the earthy scent of flowers during your shift, but the aroma surrounding you here was overwhelming. It was a concentrated, pure floral scent; without any traces of soil or compost. As sweetly synthetic as a perfume bottle.
Your hand brushes up against the grass, curiously spreading it apart with your fingers. There was no dirt underneath to be seen.
Despite the unfamiliar change, you found yourself feeling less stressed about your situation as you realistically should.
The area had this natural, calming effect to it that eased your nerves.
You prayed that you weren't experiencing the effects of something— was there something in that tatoyaki you ate back then?
No, that couldn't have been it. Your mind goes back to the conversation you had with Berdly just a few hours before. He was talking about a dream he had, just like this. Only that his involved giant robots.
Huh, weird how coincidences like that happen.
You spend your first few minutes crawling along the grass, which unfortunately didn't calm you enough to not be afraid to stand up. But you eventually manage to break that fear, kick-starting your traversal along this strange land.
—
You sit around in a circle with some "Floradinns" as they called themselves.
They were cute little flower-themed creatures with pink spots on their chubby green bodies, kind of like a gummy bear. The Floradinn's behavior however, was far different from their looks.
"I got like three smokin' hot girlfriends, and they all smokin' weed." One of them lamented, lying down on their belly.
The other one beside them looked sad. "Dude… I thought I could have one."
They both turned to you. "How many girlfriends do you have?"
You sigh, holding a flower petal in between your fingertips. "None, at the moment."
Would Kris even count as a girlfriend? You humoured the thought before brushing it aside— It didn't matter, not after their brutal rejection of you.
All three Floradinns exchanged glances with each other. "Lightners are so weird." One of them mumbled.
In the distance, you spot a figure. It's hard to make out it's shape exactly against the dark horizon, but it carried the uncanny resemblance of a human.
"Who's that?" You point towards them.
"The enemy." A Floradinn stretched itself, waking up from a nap.
It's only until then that you realize what their golden swords were for. It also became blaringly apparent to you that you were the only one here without a weapon to defend yourself.
You look around for a possible hiding spot, just to notice a conveniently-shaped hedge in your shape, one that you could've sworn wasn't there before.
Perfect.
A few moments later, and you peek out to see if you were in the clear.
The mysterious figure was speaking in a tone quiet enough for you to only pick up a few words of their conversation with the Floradinns. They were looking for someone, from what you could gather.
"Are you sure there's nobody in the bush?" The stranger crossed their arms.
"Nada." The Floradinn came to your defense, but it was clear that the stranger wasn't having it.
Their voice sounded awfully familiar, for whatever reason.
And now that you were really looking, so did their face.
It was almost like…
"…Kris?" You blurt out louder than intended, moving to slap your hand over your mouth.
The motion makes you lose your balance and topple forward with an embarrassingly loud thud. At least the grounding in this world was soft.
Everyone synchronously turned to look at your now compromised hiding spot.
"That's who I was talking about." Kris moved past the group of Floradinns and made their way towards you.
But your eye catches a glint of gold in the corner of your vision. A Floradinn was raising their arm to strike Kris from behind.
"Look out!" You call out to them, but it was too late. The only thing you could do was shield your vision from whatever happened next.
But you opened your eyes to find something else. All of the surrounding greenery was now gone, just three equally spaced Floradinns in a line opposite to you.
To your relief, Kris was unharmed. They effortlessly assumed a fighting stance with an apathetic stare— sword in hand.
It was a question as to what was even going on, and what the faint music you were hearing was coming from.
One of the Floradinns gave out a series of spaced out laughs. "Dudeeee, I totally thought you were—"
"with me." Kris interrupts, taking a step aside to shield you.
They seemed unbothered. "Riiight. We're like— supposed to fight you n stuff."
Your eyes dart around to everyone, it was clear that something big was about to go down.
It'd be rational to act in self defense; but at the same time, you couldn't bear the thought of killing any of your newfound friends.
Not to mention the fact that this is a dream, you weren't in any actual mortal danger.
You gather up courage to unofficially speak with Kris again.
"…Is there any chance we could not hurt them?"
They seemed surprised by your sudden input, like they forgot that you were even there.
"Alright then." After some possible consideration, Kris puts back their sword, re-adjusting their stance. "Just follow me."
They theatrically raise their arm to point to the Floradinn in front of them. Taking a deep breath before mumbling:
"I spare you."
They then cock their head, subtly ordering you to do the same.
"…I uh— spare you." You repeat with less confidence.
Like magic, the three Floradinns were immediately pacified. They discarded their weapons and happily shuffled off to who knows where, leaving you alone with Kris.
You remain sitting on the grass in silence. What was that? There was suddenly a black screen and—
Realizing that you weren't about to get up, Kris kneels down to help you regain your footing.
Only then could you see this version of their face up close.
You remember Berdly chirping to you about some lucid dreaming strategies he found on an online forum in order to get with his video game crushes. Maybe that was what he went through.
With the knowledge of dreams representing a person's deepest desires, getting bossed around by a sexier version of your crush did seem like something that was bound to appear in your subconscious someday.
And there they were, reaching a hand out to you as the other rested on the hilt of their sword.
Your breath is caught in your lungs for a moment. Though unmistakably gorgeous, their shifted hue made you remember that this was still infact, a dream.
"Thank you…" You awkwardly accept their help, feeling the gentle touch of their fingers wrap around you.
—
You and Kris were now walking through the grassy garden to who knows where, you take this moment to really take in your surroundings and how beautiful they looked.
After some deeper thought, you suddenly remember that you hadn't bothered to ask Kris as to where they were even taking you.
"We're going to the castle, up ahead." They directly answer your question without you even saying anything out loud. It spooked you, but you guess it'd make sense that a concept of your psyche would be able to read your thoughts.
The grass path you were following made a sudden stop. Looks like there was nothing guiding you to the castle. You attempt to take a step onto the surrounding void, but the darkness envelops your foot, like a bottomless pit of shadow.
You quickly step out, frantically turning to Kris for guidance. They reach onto the top of an ivory white pillar to pick up a small green watering can, tossing it over to you.
With some clumsiness, you manage to catch it. You look up at Kris in confusion, just to see a small smirk on their face.
They move aside, letting you guide the way.
"…Any help???" You ask, but Kris seemed to have taken on a liking to using the silent treatment on you.
So that's how this was gonna go.
"Don't blame me if this fails." With a sigh, you do the only thing you could and gently start to tip the watering can, gasping when the rest of the grass path reveals itself.
You hear a snicker from behind.
Kris silently tails behind you for the rest of the trip as you pour the seemingly endless watering can to mark your path, making turns when necessary.
It was oddly satisfying watching patches of grass and flowers grow so quickly. That's when an impulsive part of you gets an idea:
It would be pretty easy to play a little prank on Kris. They wouldn't mind, right?
You bite back your grin, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
"Aha!" You quickly fling the pail of water behind you, revealing a few more patches of grass. But Kris managed to effortlessly dodge your attack by ducking— a huge smile on their face as they looked up at you.
Right— they could read your thoughts from a mile away.
You place the watering can on top of the other pillar at the end of your stop, letting Kris guide the rest of the journey.
"Good job." They whisper as they walk past you to guide the way. You hope they didn't notice how flustered you got.
All of this had still been a shock to you, honestly.
Kris still wasn't communicating with full-on conversations to you, but this was major improvement from the limit of 5 words they'd speak to you in a week. The fact that this was a dream didn't make it feel any less disorienting.
You also couldn't help but notice the subtle toned definition of their arms whenever they'd exert themselves. It was hard not to look, feeling like a voyeurist for even existing around them. Wow, you really were a pervert for thinking this up.
Not to mention their rear end…
"You're really really cute, y'know."
Kris' words interrupt your monologue.
"Wai—wha???" You eyes widen in shock, feeling your heart skip a beat.
That's when you look up from the ground and realize that they were infact not flirting with you, but with an enemy blocking your path.
Kris sat in silence, waiting on your input.
What did they tell you to do again?
Right. You were supposed to defend.
You cover your face, partially out of embarrassment. A audible queue plays.
It was now the enemies' turn. Another spare later and the battle was over. That was thankfully quick.
As you walked across new locations and solved new puzzles, Kris gave you a bunch of orders on what to do.
And while you had no idea what you were actually doing, they seemed pleased. It only takes a few more battles for you to get the jist of everything.
The routine was simple— let Kris negotiate with the enemy while you defend, spare them on the second turn, and repeat the process until there's no more left.
It was a small thing, but the fact that Kris hasn't attacked any enemies since you asked them to made you feel a little bit more special.
Only side effect was that you had to hear them flirt with everyone else but you.
This time, you were up against a fox-like creature. It was Kris' turn to do what they did best.
"You sure do flirt a lot." You commented halfway through their turn.
"I-I…"
That single sentence seemed to have thrown Kris off-guard enough that the two of you were hit with a subsequent bullet pattern from the enemy.
You rushed out a mountain of apologies once it's turn was over. But Kris only muttered as they tossed a healing item in your direction.
"Those aren't serious… it's part of the game."
Why were they blushing so hard all of a sudden?
The fox enemy in front catches this— utilizing a new attack. With a sly grin, it swishes it's tail in one foul swoop and disappears in a cloud of bright pink smoke. The two of you were left coughing as it slowly dissipated.
Well, that was strange. There seemed to be no more enemies left, so it was probably safe to advance to the next area.
"We can leave now." Kris cleared their throat as they rummaged through the red chest the fox was safeguarding.
You didn't want to be staring so hard, so you decided to walk side by side.
"Hold my hand."
"Wuh-what?" You look up.
They extend their arm out to you. The two of you were now in front of a door.
"It'll take us where we need to go quicker."
It takes a moment of consideration, but you eventually oblige, extending your hand out for Kris to take. You couldn't help but notice that their grip was surprisingly strong as you felt a movement of light and noise all around you.
You suddenly felt the desire to walk through more mysterious doors with Kris.
You opened your eyes to find yourself at the castle. There wasn't enough time to take in all the sights before Kris started walking.
You quickly followed, knowing that this seemed like too big of a place to be left behind in.
You clear your throat, scurrying to catch up to Kris' pace.
It was hard to tell how much longer this dream was going to last. And this version of Kris has been paying way more attention to you than their real-world counterpart. It was probably selfish, but you wanted to ask— hear the words you wanted to hear this morning.
"I know this is a dumb question since we're in a dream and all, but I wanted to know what Kris thinks about me— or at least what you do." Your eyes move to the polished wooden floor beneath you, spotting your own reflection.
They've probably known about your feelings this whole time, but never commenting on it. So your decided for yourself to at least get your feelings out in this perfect world before your departure.
Kris suddenly paused, metal boots creating a loud clink.
"…I think that you should focus on someone else."
You let yourself fall a few feet behind them. Their message was more than clear now.
—
You make it to your final spot soon enough— a large Japanese styled bath house.
And to your surprise, Susie was occupying it, chatting on the balcony with some goat monster you couldn't quite recognize.
It was surprising seeing how happy she looked to see Kris.
"Same as Noelle? Susie's confusing statement was her only effort to acknowledge you. With Kris' nod, she laughed off with her arm around their shoulder to the other room.
Another knife to the heart.
"A-are you feeling okay?" A soft, raspy voice uttered behind you. It was the goat monster Susie was talking to just a few moments ago.
You wondered how you weren't able to hear his footsteps.
"Uh— yeah. I-I'm okay." You stutter more in your attempt to quickly mask away your emotions.
"…Do I know you from somewhere?" You couldn't help but find him uncannily familiar to… someone, that you couldn't quite yet pin down.
He only smiles. "You can call me Ralsei, lightner."
He moved to tip a non-existing hat, probably out of muscle memory, before quickly retracting to fidget with his pink scarf.
Ralsei spoke before you could.
"No need to introduce yourself— Kris told me about you."
Well, that definitely wasn't mortifying at all.
Probably sensing your mood, Ralsei gestured over to the large pool of water to your left.
"Want to use the bath?" Also spotting your hesitance, he added.
"It's okay, you don't have to remove anything for it."
You obliged quicker than you usually would, you needed something to relax after all of this.
—
It could've just been the temperature, but you felt a weird—warm feeling start to emerge from you, like bright hot sparks signaling a fire in your chest.
Ralsei sat across the pool from you, splaying his arms out as he let the water bob him up and down.
You still couldn't quite shake off the feelings of resemblance quite yet.
"Hey Ralsei, just what exactly are you?" That definitely sounded way harsher than you intended, but Ralsei didn't seem to mind.
For the next few minutes, he took the time to intricately explain his journey with Kris and Susie so far. Though you could tell he was purposely leaving out a few details.
"Right now— we're making our way to the top of the castle. To save Kris' father from this flower who's been holding him captive."
You nodded off with your face halfway submerged in the warm water. All of this sounded like the plot to a tabletop campaign. Oddly surreal, but quite intricate for a dream.
"How are Kris and Susie like?" You decided to might as well ask.
Ralsei's cheeks grew a rosy pink as he looked off into to distance.
"I should be asking you that question— they spend way more of their daily life with you."
A laugh comes out— you wish.
"No, I wanna hear it from you."
Ralsei adjusts his glasses, realizing he wasn't getting himself out of this. "They're nice friends."
That gave you some closure, a sign.
If Kris didn't hate your guts by tomorrow morning, maybe you could be allowed to start over and just be friends.
Midway through thought, you groaned— there was that throbbing pain again. This time it was traveling through your head in quick bursts of fire.
"Are you alright?" You catch Ralsei's concerned voice.
You look up at him through squinted eyes. "Do you think you could help me?"
"I'd be happy to help with my healing magic!" He wasted no time sitting himself up, helping you out of the pool. "Let's get you someplace else."
Ralsei was right— somehow your outfit wasn't soaked after being in water for so long. Dream logic probably.
The two of you walk to the other room in order to reach the exit.
"Hey, who's your crush?" Susie kicked her feet up a little higher, letting the water splash and ripple onto the other side as she sat on the edge with Kris.
You know that you just said that you wanted to be friends, but your heart skips a beat at the realization that you might just hear an answer from them.
To answer, Kris abruptly pushed Susie into the water.
"Hey!" She laughed with playful anger. "You're not getting away with that, asshole!" Susie used her claws to tug a giggling Kris into the water with her, splashing some onto you and Ralsei.
Ralsei gave you a "you get used to it" glare.
You sighed. Maybe you'd preferred that Kris got beaten up instead of whatever happened to make them so close to her.
As soon as the thought invaded your mind, you felt sick to your stomach. What were you saying?
"Can we go?" You ask Ralsei, bringing his attention back to you and your condition.
—
"How do you feel now?"
It has been around the 10th time Ralsei has used his healing magic on you. With every burst of green sparkles, you just kept feeling your strength weaken as your temperature worsens. The pain dissipated, but it only evolved into the form of a fever.
"Still bad." You sighed, putting a hand to your now burning forehead.
Ralsei takes this as a sign to reluctantly give up.
"Sorry I couldn't be of help. But if everything goes right, you won't maintain your fever when we seal the fountain."
He paused, hesitantly.
"…But maybe we could ask one of the flowers here for help."
Ralsei's last words didn't quite register to you. All of a sudden— your vision became blurred. The only thing in front of you were vague shapes of colors before everything merged into black.
Descending from who knows where, an abnormally tall yellow flower man makes his entrance.
Great. The third Christmas ghost was now here to haunt you.
"It's me, Flowery!" The man in question flips his golden hair. It reminded you of buttercups with how reflective it looked.
"What the heck do you want?" You nearly jump from the sudden shift in Ralsei's demeanor. "Here to make things worse for us?"
"Oh no no no!" Flowery shakes his head, glittery pollen falling out. "I'm here to help!"
Ralsei crosses his arms, clearly not having it. Flowery ignores Ralsei's silent protests for him to not get involved in this and snaps his attention onto you.
"The true pailment of this ailment of your heart is unrequited love!"
"…What?" You cringe. Even the flowers were here to torment you on your failures.
Ralsei butts in by audibly scoffing. "That's ridiculous, this was caused by YOUR dark world."
Flowery pushes a grumbling Ralsei aside in order to take a hold of your hand, leaning down with that infectious unwavering smile.
"You've been an amazing service to King Asgore, kind friend. But you seed not worry about that anymore. Leaf him to me, and you'll get what you want."
You pause. "…What I want?"
"You! and Kris! are like glue, two seeds in a pod."
Is this really what he was here for?!
"Did you really think we'd forget?" Flowery shook his head at the look on your face. "Flowers soak up energy, you know."
That's when you remember. That color palette, it was the same as one of Asgore's most treasured flowers. The ones you'd sometimes rant about your problems to at work.
"Then you know that Kris already rejected me."
Flowery stops his tangent, silence unnerving.
"I know."
He then preforms a dramatic spin, the pollen making Ralsei sneeze.
"And owe the woes of Khanahaki disease!" A golden teardrop theatrically falls from his eye.
Khanahaki… wasn't that a fanfiction trope?
"Flowers! Bloom in your lungs!" He perfectly stopped mid-spin. "If you don't follow your heart."
You feel doom sink in as your brain recalls all of the infamous symptoms that came with the condition.
"Is that what you did to me!?"
Flowery shook his head. "Oh no no no! I only mean petalfloricaly."
"The flowery lungs were meant to the fountain maker." Flowery gave a smug glare to Ralsei, and then softened his gaze back to you. "But I changed the symptoms last second— What you caught was a pot device."
It was difficult to understand what he was talking about.
"But luckilys for you, we appear to be in a Doujinshi!" He gave a wink. "And luckilys, this Doujin is R-18!"
Still no idea what he was talking about.
He cleared his throat, voice suddenly deadpan. "It's an aphrodisiac."
Your cheeks burn hot at the realization.
Flowery quickly returns back to his usual cadence. "And luckilthrees, you still have an Erosay in this Eroge!"
"Well, can you help us?" Ralsei raised his voice.
Flowery flipped his golden hair, smirking.
"No."
He then walked behind a lamppost before you could even react.
"It's up to you, Your Slash Name!" He called out, completely disappearing.
Ralsei grumbled to himself, muttering a mixture of poorly-utilized cuss words.
"…so what now?" You ask, peeking behind the lamppost only to find a litter of golden seeds.
Remembering your presence, Ralsei quickly regained his composure.
"Let's go to the cafe." He murmured.
—
Ralsei orders two drinks to a kind-faced green flower up front while you sit at one of the circular tables, cheek pressed up against the cool ebony surface.
He helped introduce you to the rest of a varied cast of flower characters— or at least the ones that he liked. They were nice, all things considered. Across the cafe sat Blue, lovestruck with his wings rapidly fluttering as his partner Yellow recounted a funny story about you accidentally breaking a pot in front of him.
It made you feel sick.
You take a sip of the drink Ralsei hands you now that he's arrived. It had a distinct watermelon flavor somehow mixed in with the essence of roses. It's chilled temperature helped soothe your growing fever, just for a little while longer.
Ralsei starts the conversation before you can.
"You have feelings for them…" He says, wrapping his paws around a steaming hot mug.
After a moment of thinking, you bashfully nod. With someone as perceptive as Ralsei, it was probably better to admit your true feelings instead of hiding it under the guise of wanting to keep it platonic.
"But they don't like me back." You circled your fingers along the rim of your glass. "I've already accepted it though… I think."
Ralsei gave a sympathetic look to you. But there was unmistakably something else to his body language— as if he was deeply conflicted about something.
"I can't claim I understand all lightner problems…" He muttered in his soft raspy voice.
"But I think there's… something you should know about Kris."
Your attention is immediately piqued. "What do you mean?"
Ralsei takes a deep breath, preparing to confess whatever had been plaguing him.
"I don't know… how to explain this very well. But you shouldn't believe everything that Kris says, or does."
You don't like the implication, Ralsei catches himself.
"N-not in a bad way, of course! Kris is definitely a good person! It's just that there's this thing you need to look out for."
A thing?
"It's only started recently enough for you likely not notice yet, but there's a big change that they're grappling with."
You didn't want to admit to Ralsei that you have noticed something strange about Kris from your constant ogling at them, but you always chalked it up their recent change of behavior being caused by the flu season.
Ralsei continued as you put the dots together. "Take for example, two days ago. When I asked Kris back then, they told me that they weren't going to bring anyone to the festival with them. A few hours later, and they told me the complete opposite."
Your eyebrows stitch together, suspicious as to why Ralsei conveniently left out who exactly Kris had in mind.
"You might just think it's indecisiveness, but there was a difference in how they spoke. Their former response was heteronomous, involuntary."
Your mind flashes back to the day of the festival. Kris quickly moved to cover their mouth in the middle of responding to your confession, almost unnaturally so.
You thought at the time that it was a visceral reaction; but now that you really thought about it, could there have been something that Kris wanted to say?
Or maybe it was the opposite, where they were stopping themselves from saying something they didn't want to.
By all means, it didn't make any rational sense outside of the strange logic of your dream; but it made way too much sense for you to completely shut it down.
You listen more attentively this time.
Ralsei continues. "You said it yourself— Kris and Susie are my friends. It hasn't been very long since they've learned about me, but they've already helped me change in ways I didn't know I could."
Your eyes catch the small tear building in the corners of his own. "Especially Susie, too. But I don't think she's realized yet."
Ralsei's eyelids drifted shut.
"I can't tell you how this started, or how and when it's going away— that's Kris' decision for me to respect."
Ralsei relaxed more, as if he was finally getting another thing off of his chest.
"But my mission, my sworn duty was to make sure all of this ends well, for everyone."
He took a final swig from his mug.
"All that I can say… is that you'll know when Kris is being genuine."
You didn't know who this monster was, or how he even knew Kris and Susie so well, but he seemed to be aware of things much beyond you to an uncanny degree.
It was nice having him look out for you.
"Thank you for telling me, Ralsei." You give a soft smile, making him blush.
—
Eventually, Ralsei had to make his leave in order to journey up the castle with Kris and Susie, leaving you at the cafe under Green's care.
You learn a lot about the other flowers throughout the next few hours, their personalities accurately matching the ones you arbitrarily assigned to them during your shifts. It was a nice distraction from your ever-so growing fever.
But eventually, the distractions weren't enough. And Ralsei had to come back to carry you to another room during one of his check-ins.
You spot a glimpse of Kris through your dazed vision; you wondered if they knew what was going on with you, or that you knew what was going on with them.
"Has anyone told you you're like— really cute?" You chuckle into Ralsei's neck as he carried you on his back along the various rooms of the castle, feeling like a drifting boat as he weightlessly floated through the air.
It was the norm for most monsters to have some imperfections with their fur. But this guy was different. He was so impossibly fluffy. It was like a warm pillow you could relax onto.
"You really don't know how long I've wanted to hear someone say that again." Ralsei giggled.
Eventually, Ralsei finds an empty room for you to inhabit for the time being. You take it as a sign to finally open your eyes as you feel your body gently drifting onto soft bedding.
You were inside what looked like an old washitsu-styled bedroom, large murals of cherry blossom branches stretching along the walls. Not to mention the numerous plants scattered around.
Right next to where you rest your head was a golden flower with Flowery's face on it.
Was that meant to be an alarm clock?
"This bed is huge." You sigh in euphoria, feeling yourself melt into the petal-like fabric.
"The sign on the door was labeled 'H-Scene room'… With a little Asgore nameplate on the bottom." Ralsei's thinly-veiled disgust was still stated, despite him obviously not knowing what an H-Scene was. "All the other rooms were full."
You however, had the misfortune of learning about the term through Berdly's VN completionist journeys.
"Huh, weird." You simply respond.
Ralsei directed his attention from the gold flower over to you, from irritated to slightly nervous.
"Mind me for asking, but does the name Mew Mew have any feelings attributed to you?"
You shake your head.
"Oh thank the Angel." Ralsei chanted under his breath. He was very obviously relieved about you not knowing who that was, for whatever reason.
He turned over to you, giving out a sincere look.
"I promise this'll end soon." Noting your exhausted expression, he added in a promise.
"I'll do my best."
With that, Ralsei gave one more empathetic look to you as he slowly shut the sliding door. But not before slipping an arm through the narrowing crack and snapping his fingers, bright hot sparks appearing in the air.
The Flowery-faced gold flower was magically set ablaze, acting as a natural light despite the fact that there was an inactivated lamp in the corner opposite to you.
Well, you didn't have to worry about masking your symptoms anymore now that you were alone.
Without any distractions, it was nearly impossible to ignore the sensations that the pollen was making you feel.
It was hot— first of all. Not from your environment, but radiating off of your own body in what felt like the worst case of hyperthermia ever.
The worst part? You couldn't even take off the stupid costume stuck to you for any sense of relief. The numerous belts and buttons just turned into knots in your hands whenever you tried.
It probably would've been the smart choice to ask Ralsei for help with that aspect, but you knew that you'd be way too mortified to do so.
Not to mention the unnecessary feelings that might come out of it.
It was also impossible to ignore the fact that you were turned on out of your mind. You hadn't even noticed that you've been unconsciously rubbing your thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the tension roaring from within.
Your libido was devolving into its most primal instincts.
To compensate, your mind kept circling around the filthiest images it could conjure.
Images of all that could be done to you in this state.
It was filthy. So, so filthy.
Your hands somehow made it's way against your clothed core. You subconsciously imagined it as the touch of someone else, guiding you into making a fool out of yourself, making you whine and beg all you can as they fucked you dumber. Absolutely desecrating every square inch of your skin.
The hushed tremble to their voice, you'd do just about anything to hear it right now. In fact, you'd do just about anything to feel something, anything.
A soft moan emerges from your heavy panting. You rub your useless clit harder, the arousal was impossible to soothe no matter how hard you tried. The stimulation helps you feel better for just for a moment, but the sensitivity only became worse the more you continued. Like an itch you couldn't stop.
"Kris…" You mewl while lost in thought, circling around your entrance.
Hearing yourself makes you snap out of it.
Damn.
You were still so stupid.
All of this, and you still couldn't catch the hint that Kris doesn't like you.
No wonder they didn't want anything to do with your ass.
You scowl as the pressure inside of your head worsened, a few tears drip from your cheeks out of pure frustration. You couldn't take this—goddammit.
Your eyes wearily open to see a vague silhouette outside the paper door.
Your brain might've been so fried by now that it was conjuring up hallucinations, but you call out, just to be sure— call out the name you've been yearning for.
"…Kris?" Wow. Your voice was way more hoarse than you remembered.
They freeze up a bit, but then little by little, the entrance slid open.
It was not-so-surprisingly Kris' face that emerged from the shadows, taking a few moments to slowly step into the room.
They came alone this time.
"Ralsei told me about what happened…" Kris carried themselves with a heavy nervousness, as if they were unsure as to whether or not they were even supposed to be in here.
You quickly straightened yourself up, hoping that they weren't able to pick up much from earlier.
They walked on over to the corner of your room, sitting criss-cross-applesause besides your bed.
"I-I brought something for you…" They place their palm flat up facing the ceiling, manifesting a potion bottle filled with green liquid out of thin air.
"It's green tea, mixed with grapefruit. It should help you feel better… I think. Something about grapefruit canceling out medication."
It was clear that this world didn't follow typical rules and logic, but it might as well not hurt to try. You make an attempt to sit up, but your arms just turn into jelly at the effort of supporting your own body weight. Kris attempts to help, but they stop themselves halfway through reaching out to touch you. You give out a weak nod, giving them the green light to assist.
You take a sip from the potion bottle. The drink had the same pure floral flavor you've learned to enjoy here. You'd definitely have to remember to recreate the recipe when you woke up.
"Hey Kris…" Though your fever persisted, you felt yourself regain a little bit of your strength back. It was probably more appropriate to start with small talk, but your dazed mind instantly goes to the first question you could think of.
"We were in the same battle when I got hit with the pollen, how come you didn't get affected?"
Kris looks off to the side, as if they were just asked an embarrassing question.
"I-I hold my breath while fighting…" They confess. "it helps me think faster."
That didn't really make sense, but sense wasn't something you expected from here.
"You really are weird." Your blunt statement makes them laugh a little.
Your heart warmed. Being casual with Kris was nice, really. But there still was a blaring elephant in the room neither of you wanted to address.
So Kris takes the first move, out of courtesy.
"How bad's your fever?"
You sigh. "Bad." To be completely honest with yourself, it was still impossible to think clearly for more than five seconds without your brain moving back to the same topics— even worse now that Kris was here with you. And with the knowledge of them being able to read your thoughts to some extent, it was a matter of severe concentration in order not to embarrass yourself around them again.
It was also a matter as to knowing what Ralsei exactly told Kris your symptoms were.
"Flowery gave me some photos…" Kris awkwardly pulls out some laminated photo cards from their inventory. You look closer.
It seems to be a series of professional pin-up illustrations of Flowery doing various activities. All surprisingly well done.
"I don't know if he's your type, but maybe it'll help?"
Your eye is drawn to the picture of Flowery taking a bath completely clothed.
Did they seriously expect for you to get off on this?
"…Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work." You knew Kris was being genuine, but the thought of them going all this way to collect these for you still made you chuckle.
"Oh thank Angel." They immediately discard the rest of the pseudo-risque pictures by ripping them up in two. Tossing the scraps behind their back as they dissipated into sparkles.
"Ralsei would probably be happy about you destroying them." You snickered.
Kris looked surprised at your familiarity with Ralsei's taste, staring at you in silence with an amused smile before completely collapsing into laughter with you.
You'd completely forgotten about your anxiety around them by now. It'd be nice to make them laugh more, just like this.
Kris waits for you to calm down before gaining a serious expression on their face, reminded of what they had to tell you.
"I asked… someone about this. She told me that this won't be treatable by yourself."
They averted their gaze from you.
"She recommended that you either wait the pollen out— or get someone to help you with it."
You put your hand up to your head, groaning. "Well, how long until I wake up?"
Kris seemed hesitant to respond. "That depends on a lot… but I'd guess it's around 3 more hours?"
After a sigh of disappointment, It took a moment for you to realize as to why they suddenly became so flustered.
"You're saying that I have to have sex to get rid of this?"
They were doing everything in their power to avoid eye contact. "Basically…"
You'd usually be nervous about this type of stuff, but with how bad the pollen's affected you, a moment of vulnerability seemed like nothing in comparison to your fever. Anything would be better than this.
"Great." You sigh in relief from the news. "Who are my options?"
Despite your eagerness to get rid of this pollen for good, you didn't feel like you could relax under everyone else here. Though it would by all means count as a medical procedure, the idea of that much vulnerability with a stranger made your stomach churn.
Kris was probably well aware of your feelings by now, but you knew that you had to accept their rejections of you. Even if it meant not fulfilling your carnal desires in this dream.
A part of you still wanted that from them— a stubborn, persistent part.
Or at the very least, an explanation as to why they've been so avoidant in general.
But despite Kris and all of their inexpressive demeanor— they held a somewhat somber look to their eyes, taking a moment to look at you. It was hard to tell if it out of pity, or out of guilt for something else that they were hiding.
"I'll see if I can get help." They nodded before slowly getting up in order to leave.
That's when you realize that this would probably be the last time you got to talk to this side of them, for who knows how long. So before Kris departed for good— you called out.
"…Why don't you want me?" It was a simple question, but you regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth.
"…Do you even want me?"
You repeat, quieter.
Unexpectedly, Kris paused in their tracks.
Clenching their fist around the handle of their sword. A sickening silence carried itself through the room, making you shrink down even further. It was time to brace for whatever they had to say next.
"What I want doesn't matter."
Kris' simple, deadpan responses made their rejection of you feel even worse.
But you do a second take, remembering your theory. You look up to find that Kris was still here, right in front of you.
"Yes, it does." You whisper.
Kris' shoulders tense up at your words.
"You don't understand anything. About where you are, what this is, or what I'm even trying to do." Kris' voice wavers, starting to break.
"You'd fucking hate me if you did." They shiver out of pure contempt. "You should."
"…What are you talking about?" God, you probably sounded stupid to them. But it was impossible for you to pretend like you had any clue as to what they were saying.
That's when your mind goes back to the conversation you had with Ralsei. Maybe there really was some truth as to what he's saying.
Kris' sudden break in vulnerability was far from the script that you learned to accept from them.
They slump onto one knee, kneeling before you in an act of confession, searching for answers as if you were their altar.
"It's been so long since I could speak my mind, there's so many things that I just— want to tell you that I can't." They force themselves to say the last words. "…You don't even know what I did to Berdly's wing."
Your heart sinks. It was hard to cling onto the cope of all this being being a result of a simple dream. This was all so painfully real— even if you didn't understand it quite yet.
Kris trembled slightly, not even daring to look you in the face. "It's selfish… I shouldn't be getting what I want in here."
Their tone tells you that this was the real Kris that you were talking to, the one you've been trying to reach for who knows how long.
It was hard to think of a response, but you try your best to.
"Well, what do you want?"
A long, aching moment of silence. The dread surrounding the four paper walls boxing you in was undeniably heavy, suffocating. Your head was thumping louder than ever, but it couldn't drown out Kris' overwhelming presence in front of you.
They rhythmically opened and closed their mouth, manually finding the sounds to string together in all of their anxiety.
"…I want you." Kris forced out the words.
"I want you so bad it hurts."
Everything stopped for a moment— you couldn't believe what they were saying. That this was even happening in front of you. "Kris…"
"Nothing's gonna change if I tell you." They mutter. More-so to reassure themselves than you.
"I can't even tell you the truth when it really matters." They still try their hardest to wipe away the tears that just kept flowing from their face. "The truth about any of this, I—" their voice wavered.
"I'm sorry."
Kris' breaths became more labored than your own, hair obscuring their eyes as droplets fell to the floor.
Speechless, was all you could say about this. Your salvation was right in front of you, and here they were acting like they were a burden.
And God, you wished that you could think of better words to reassure— comfort them. But you never were a good speaker when it came to Kris; That was definitely apparent now.
The funky sex pollen in your system wasn't doing your thought process any favors either.
But you reach out— one last time; reach out to Kris to let your feelings be known.
You use the last bit of your regained strength to press your hand against Kris' face, and attempt to swipe some of the tears off their cheek with your thumb. They pause at your touch, breath hitching.
But that wasn't enough, you felt.
You slowly move to press a soft kiss to the side of their cheek. The surface of their skin was oddly cool, or maybe it was just in contrast to your heightened body heat.
You pull back after a few moments— partially expecting a shocked or even disgusted look on their face. But there was none of that when you looked up.
Kris' gave you a look of pure relief.
They rest their face against your palm, taking in a few deep breaths to relax.
It was unclear how long the two of you spent like this. You could still feel the pressure of every single vein in your body coursing through you, but it was calmer. With the rhythmic breaths of Kris helping yours slow into a steady pace. Their hand moved up to support into yours as well, gently rubbing your skin with their thumb.
Though simple, It was hard to ignore how much the contact drove you crazy. Or maybe Kris knew as well, and was provoking you on purpose.
"Kris?" You whispered.
"Hm?"
"…I need you right now." Was all that you could say.
You feel them smile against the side of your palm.
—
You audibly sigh as waves of relief wash over you.
The cool temperature of the metal felt like heaven against your hot skin. Kris put extra care into your comfort as your armor slowly came off piece by piece.
"Do you want me to open my eyes?" They murmured. Their politeness would probably be appreciated in all other contexts.
"You can look." You smile. After all, you were still only in your underwear at this point.
Kris obeys at your discretion. Right away, their face shifted from a blue to a dark purple all the way to a bright pink.
"You're so gorgeous… it's not fair." They stammered at the sight of your body, catching themselves.
"Shit, I sound like such a sappy idiot…" They move their hand to shield their embarrassed smile.
"You don't talk to me that much for me to tell the difference." Their complement makes you flush.
"Just… tell me if I'm being too rough, alright?" Kris moves to remove just enough of their silver armor as to not hurt you, leaving themselves in their tight dark bodysuit. And God, you wish that you had enough strength to touch them right then and there, but something told you that they'd never allow you to anyways.
An un-gloved hand comes up to cusp your face, catching the drool that you didn't even notice coming from your mouth.
"The pollen's gonna circulate inside of me if I taste you…" Kris whispered, looking straight into your dreary eyes. Every single atom of your being was aching in anticipation now.
They leaned in close, mere inches away from your lips in a sultry tone.
"You'd like that?"
Yes, You thought. Your head was practically screaming out to the Angel, yes yes yes.
A few moments more spent heavily breathing before Kris finally crashed their face into yours.
It felt like time was slowing down and warping in on itself.
The two of you kiss hard, attempting to collect each other's essence in your lips.
And for the first time in hours, you felt true relief from your fever. It was addicting, euphoric— you needed more.
As a response, you moan into their mouth— you couldn't help it.
At that very moment you yearned for nothing more than for them to just take you. Take over all your senses and make you theirs.
Kris gently lays you down onto the mattress while doing so, not breaking the kiss for a single second. After glimpses of eternity, they move back, now getting a closer look at you from underneath them. The view from your side was spectacular as well.
"You're so cute…" Kris' mouth twitches to an awkward smile.
"Wow, It's a lot harder to say those words when you actually mean them."
The rest of their advances were a blurry mess in your mind as the soft petals of their lips press up against every inch of your aching skin.
"I'll make you feel good, I promise."
It started with your neck, gentle sucks against your pulse points. And then they lowered down to your chest, a knee intentionally rubbing against your clothed core. Soft kisses onto your belly that made you giggle. Then to your abdomen, and thighs, right until their mouth was just mere inches away from where you needed them the most.
With your permission, they take off the remaining piece of your clothing, sliding off your underwear in a fluid motion.
It was obvious that you were going to be wet, but what wasn't anticipated was that your pussy would be practically dripping.
"Fuck… you like me this much?"
You heard Kris mutter a dazed curse from under their breath, the hushed bass of their voice only helping worsen your condition.
No other words were spoken, but they gave you a look from between your thighs, one that was clearer about their intentions than anything they've ever told you.
"Tell me what to do." They snap you out of your trance.
It takes a moment for you to realize that they were just wanting to hear you beg. Which was frankly cruel as hell of them after your stunt this morning.
"I know you can hear my thoughts Kris. You make it pretty obvi—ahh!"
They blow a cool gust of air onto your hot cunt, seemingly to get a reaction out of you. And it definitely works, because your body involuntarily jerks up in response to the sudden sensation.
"Only some of it. How am I supposed to know if it's true if I can't hear you say it?" They rest their head against one of your thighs. "Plus your voice is like— really pretty."
So this was how they were gonna do this, make you beg for their touch when not even 24 hours ago you were afraid to even confess your feelings. You exasperate, biting back what was left of your pride.
"I want you to lick my pussy…"
You hear a small chuckle. "Wow, vulgar."
And finally, they lay a soft kiss at the top of your throbbing clit.
The feeling was intense, to say the least. You weren't sure if you liked it. But before you were able to protest to Kris, they loll their fat tongue onto your sappy, needy cunt. Getting a guttural moan out of you.
It wasn't hard to believe that this was their first time, But your hyper responsiveness to every single minuscule touch made getting what you liked really easy.
They shamelessly spit onto your already-soaked lips, deliciously mixing your juices together to devour.
The most lewd filthy sounds filled the room, some of them you didn't even know could come out of your own body. They were determined to slurp up every single drop of your syrupy cunt.
Your thighs clamp around their head out of reflex, you couldn't stop gasping even if you tried. Attempting to control the endless stimulation, you bring a hand down to the back of their head.
Kris leans into your touch, urging you to pull on their hair for support. You grip on perhaps a little harder than anticipated, but that doesn't stop them. In fact, the pain makes them audibly moan into your pussy.
"You're making it more sensitive…" You whine, feeling your legs start to falter.
They only chuckle, sending more vibrations straight to your core.
With your thighs pried open, there was nothing left for your body to do but take it. And it was clear that you weren't getting a break.
It was hard to tell whether or not they were doing this for your pleasure or their own as they rubbed themselves against the end of the mattress for stimulation, audibly moaning into you at every reaction they were able to coax out.
The term pussy-drunk had a more literal meaning now.
And there you were: so, so close to cumming from it.
You tilt your head back in euphoria.
Hot sparks fill your nervous system as you feel yourself come apart, fireworks in the corners of your vision. Kris rides out your high, lapping up your delicious cum until your holes stopped fluttering.
They finally release you, letting go of your tender bud with a loud pop.
You're immediately met with a sloppy kiss, tongue moving to the inside of your mouth. With your juices mixed in, there was a slightly sweet taste. Almost like… cherries?
Kris lets out a lovestruck sigh as they look down upon your current state. "Feeling better now?"
It takes a considerable amount of time for you to catch your breath after that explosion of sensations. By all physical means, you were worn out. But the effects of the pollen still stirred within, like a fever you can't sweat out.
"A little…" You put a hand up to your forehead. Though your condition was slightly better, you were starting to doubt the idea of the pollen ever going away, even if you woke up. "But not by much."
Kris furrows their brow. After a moment of consideration, they place a hand longingly onto your waist, leaning in to plant a loving kiss onto your neck.
"Do you think you can come for me again? We can let it all out so you can feel better."
Despite your exhaustion, you wanted this so bad. Wanted Kris so bad. You wanted to feel them as many times as you possibly could.
You wrapped your arms around their neck.
"I want you inside me."
Now was Kris' turn to be embarrassed. Their eyes widened, sucking in a breath. "a-are you sure?" Their seductive demeanor was quickly broken by your pure honesty.
You nod with a soft smile. "Fuck me Kris…"
You knew that they could tell what you were thinking, but you say it out loud anyways. "I can take it, please."
You look down to spot the very obvious sign of their arousal, clinging against their thigh by tight spandex. There really was very little left to the imagination.
Kris glanced to the side, avoiding eye contact now that their face was nearly bright red.
"You really don't know how much I want that." It was obvious that they weren't yet used to being desired by another, but they oblige to your hungry gaze.
Through some Darkworld logic you didn't understand, You watch as Kris palms their erection to phase it out of their bodysuit, standing at longing attention in front of you.
Hard and dribbling with precum. Their arousal was very obvious.
The pollen really was doing it's job.
"You really don't know how hot you are." You smirk.
It takes a moment for Kris to finally settle themselves, their length twitching in anticipation. A hand comes down to hold it, shivering against the touch as their thumb grazes the globe of their tip.
The sight of them falling apart in front of you was nothing short of magical. You bite your lip as they move to grip onto your hips.
"It's funny how you're like, basically pollinating me. What are you, a bee?" Your joke makes Kris jokingly frown, but it succeeds in making them get rid of some of their anxiety.
"Tell me if anything hurts." They finally manage to make eye contact. "I- I'll be slow."
With your permission, Kris gently moves their hips to position themselves against your entrance.
They give out slow, gentle movements as their cock slid between your wet folds. It was obvious that they were holding themselves back. "Angel…" They choke out as they watched their length collect all of your slick. "You're so wet…"
You squirmed with every sloppy thrust against your pulsing clit, oversensitive yet needy.
Every part of you was practically screaming for them to put it inside. You awkwardly try to guide them towards your entrance, but to no avail.
"Wait, babe…" Kris only muttered. You weren't sure if they realized that they just used a pet name on you, but it makes you lose yourself just a little bit further.
Kris moves forward to kiss your pouting lips, enveloping just the tip into your fluffy entrance.
"Fuck…" you hear them groan next to your ear. Their swears really did do something to you.
You feel the stretch of your thigh being folded upwards to adjust easily to their size as they leaned closer into your walls. Inch by inch until Kris completely bottomed out inside of you, hilt pressing up against your clit.
"I can't…" they keep mumbling under their breath, frustration building up. "Your pussy, I ca…n't—." They slowly pull out, tip enveloped in slick, before slamming into you with one solid thrust.
You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs, eyes rolling back.
The pattern into your cunt was uneven, unsteady. But your lover finally seemed to get the hang of it after a few moments of trial and error.
You gripped around Kris' back for support, feeling your body get folded in as you were railed. They were far from vocal, but your ear was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and pants accompanied by the cutest little whines.
"I love you…" They whimper into your neck, pulling their member in and out of you.
"You keep— hah~ tightening around me whenever I say that." An airy chuckle.
"I'd never be able to say this to your face, though."
With that, Kris manages to hit a spot inside that made you see stars. You dig your nails into their back as a response, only motivating harder subsequent thrusts.
"I can cum inside you as much as I want in here…" They use both hands to angle your hips just enough to make their cock bully itself into your g-spot, making your moans hard to control.
"I'm gonna come." You moan out, babbling whatever your mind could think of. "Please Kris."
Loud plaps fill the room as you were bent over into a mating press, getting nearly split open in order to finally force your orgasm out.
Your briefly wondered if anyone else could hear you from the outside, but Kris quickly extinguished that thought by sealing all of your moans in a sloppy kiss, tongue pressing into you in the exact same way.
Ironically, you felt as lucid as ever, stimulation halting the last of your pollen. Your eyes flutter shut to the back of your head as your orgasm crashed into you in the form of a thundering storm.
You feel hot spurts of cum shoot into your womb, sensation finally tipping you over the edge.
Your body reacts before you can, convulsing and shaking as you come harder than you ever have.
Kris' cock synchronously twitches inside of your walls, filling you to the brim with their seed.
It was unclear how long has passed, held like this as the two of you regained yourselves.
You regain enough of your strength to open your eyes, seeing bright magenta match your gaze.
"That was…" They slowly pull themselves out of your drenched hole.
"Crazy." You give out a sigh of pure euphoria.
—
You nuzzle yourself against the soft bedding, watching as Kris reattached their armor pieces one by one, clicking each of them into place.
You were somehow cleaned up in the blink of an eye. Another mysterious bottle was handed to you in order to freshen up completely.
You shamelessly turn the top enough to meet where Kris previously put their lips for an indirect kiss, causing them to blush profusely and turn away as you finish the drink.
It was ridiculously cute how easy they got flustered. "Gap-Moe" or whatever Berdly called it.
Kris cleared their throat as they sat along the edge of the sheets.
"This is going to be the last time I'll be able to speak the truth to you in… I don't know how long." They seemed a bit more sad.
"Sorry for putting you through all this."
You take this moment to crawl over to them, ignoring the solid metal in order to wrap your arms around their tense body from behind.
Their hair was infused with a distinct lavender smell, it was delicious.
"As long as you meant everything, right?" You nuzzle up against Kris' neck, causing their breath to hitch.
"…Maybe."
They leaned in to kiss you, gently as a final farewell.
"Believe whatever your own brain tells you."
They stand up, letting go of your hands.
"I love you." They hushed from under their breath before closing the door completely behind them.
Though no other words were exchanged, you knew that you wouldn't see Kris again for a long while. But for the first time, in a long time, you didn't feel any sense of pain from watching them leave.
You spent the next few minutes staring up at the ceiling, spotting the face of Flowery staring right back at you hidden in the cherry blossom mural. It makes you chuckle.
Kris said that you'd wake up in around three hours, right? But with your head now clear, you decided to skip all of that entirely by taking a much needed nap.
You think about it all as you feel your eyes start to flutter shut.
It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but you quickly come to the realization that you were now back at the flower shop. It was now nighttime.
Immediately, you look down at your hands. You were wearing the same clothes from this morning, no longer in that fantasy costume.
Before you could begin to process anything, your thoughts were interrupted.
"TAPE!" A booming voice roared above you, making your soul leap out of your body.
It was Susie, looking over the counter down at you.
It was embarrassing how loud you screamed, nearly bumping your head against a shelf.
Susie was left unfazed by your reaction. "Tape. Over there." She huffs, clearly out of breath. "Need it for the school project, quick." She frantically pointed towards the floor, you follow her gaze to find a roll of cherry blossom washi tape next to you.
You scurried to follow her orders, not having enough time to think about them.
"Uh sure." You toss it into her paws, surprised by your own sudden regained strength.
"Thanks." Susie wastes no time to go back upstairs, stomping with every step. "KRIS!" You hear her yell from upstairs.
You were distracted from thinking about your dream by whatever the hell she was doing. Maybe she was creating an elaborate plan to kidnap Asgore in order to win Carol's approval to date Noelle.
A painfully curious part of you really wanted to know what they were doing. But you knew that you couldn't— not with Kris around.
Was it cowardly to avoid your crush after a crazy wet dream? Probably.
And if Asgore really was about to get kidnapped in part by their own kid outside of your shift hours, then it technically wasn't any of your concern.
So with staticly numb legs, you get up to walk out of the workplace, taking in the essence of reality.
—
You had to be with nature in order to process it.
You sat at the front of your house, feeling the cold autumn air on your face. There was a lot you had to think about, preferably with some substances added.
By all logic— that was a dream, a very elaborate one. But at the same time, you couldn't get the words of Kris out of your mind. It made you second-guess yourself.
You wanted to tell someone, anyone. But it just didn't feel right to. Almost like you were invading on someone's privacy, in a way. What would you even say?
But deep down, you knew that wasn't the reason why you wanted it to be real so badly. It was your hopeless romantic heart, once again wanting your crush to like you back.
Your brain created elaborate fantasies about them instead of just accepting that Kris didn't like you.
You'll make it right by them tomorrow, try to start over.
That's when you hear the sound of footsteps approach. You look up to see them in full view.
It was,,, Kris?
No knight outfit or giant sword. Just… the regular Kris you knew, right in front of your doorstep.
A balloon with a heart in the center was wrapped tightly around their wrist. The other hand was holding a red rose, grip tight enough to draw blood.
You had been forced to play the piano for as long as you could remember.
You could’ve been better had you actually had any interest in it to begin with.
Alas, what comes with not putting your full heart and soul into is a half-assed performance almost every time.
So, when your parents gave you an ultimatum: play nicely at the upcoming festival or else we’ll take away your game system. You knew you were going to have to actually try.
It would’ve been easier had they not screwed you over. You couldn’t play songs that you had played in the past, and you’d have to find the sheet music yourself.
Again, it wouldn’t have been that difficult had you started the day your parents told you.
But, as the procrastinator you are, you waited until there was only a handful of days before the festival.
You sighed, exasperated, explaining this all to the Blonde Doe in front of you.
“Well, I don’t play the piano but if you need some help looking for a song, there are a bunch of tutorials online!” She chirped, smiling at you with her buck tooth.
Leaning your cheek on your palm, you stared at her skeptically. “You know this, how?”
“That’s what my friend Kris used to do,” she informed you.
You thought for a moment. The only people you could recall hanging around Noelle are that blue bird, the purple dragon-like monster, or the human. You decided that the name, “Kris,” was more fitting for the purple dragon.
“Really? They don’t look like they play piano,” you hum.
Noelle shrugs, turning back to the math equations she was working on before you distracted her.
Taking Noelle’s advice, you made your way to the library after school got out. Somehow, that blue bird was already there, manning the front desk.
“Welcome to the library! Is there anything Lord Berdly can help you with today?”
You flashed him a smile before nodding. You quickly scurried past, the smile fading from your face entirely as you pushed open the doors to the computer lab.
You sat in front of a computer that faced the entrance. Hitting the space bar, you immediately clicked on the search engine.
“Piano Tutorials,” you typed and clicked on the first result, deciding to go down the list one by one.
You had been so entranced by each dutiful player and song that you hadn’t noticed someone had taken the seat next to you.
The human.
Kris had come here, simply wanting to pirate some games on the computer without getting a virus on their own (Asriel’s) computer. Though, their fingers froze as they hit enter on the search for Papyrus’ Pastaeria.
The sounds of a piano is what stopped them.
They pushed their chair out a little, turning their head towards you. They peeked over, watching the person play in the video along with you.
The song was lovely, a song they had learned once before. It wasn’t that hard and it was quite enjoyable for them. Dare they say, it was their favorite.
“This one’s good,” you hummed, your voice breaking them out of their trance.
“Just time to find the sheet music,” you leaned back in your chair, the human finally catching your eye.
You scrambled to sit back up, a muffled squeal leaving your lips. You turned to them, who were already staring at you blankly.
You were about to open your mouth to say something but they beat you to it.
“You play?” They asked.
You swallowed and nodded. “Do… you?”
They nodded again. Silence stretched out between the two of you. You still held eye contact of some sorts with them? You couldn’t tell.
They needed to brush their hair out of their eyes, you thought.
“I’m planning to play this for the festival,” you announced, clearing your throat.
They didn’t say anything. Thinking that they thought you were doing this willingly made you feel embarrassed.
“Obviously I’m not doing it on my own volition,” you began, a sheepish smug expression on your face. “My parents are forcing me.”
“Oh,” they nodded.
“Oh?”
“You’re the one Noelle was talking about.”
“She was talking about me?”
Kris nodded. “She asked me if I could help you.”
You stared at them blankly for a moment before connecting the dots in your head. “You’re Kris?”
Kris nodded.
“Wow. I thought you were the purple one.”
“Susie?” they breathed, the corner of their lip quirking up.
You shrugged. “I don’t know their name. But that makes sense, I said I was surprised you could even play and Noelle looked at me weird.”
“She probably thought I hated humans or something,”
“Possibly,”
You cocked an eyebrow. “Possibly she thought that or possibly I do?”
Kris shrugged, a playful expression on their face despite it still looking rather blank.
You scoffed. “Well, I don’t.”
“I never said you did,”
“You just implied it?” You retorted.
Kris shrugged again.
You grumbled. “Whatever! Can you at least help me out here?”
“With piano or..?”
“Piano!” You exclaimed.
Kris hummed in amusement. “This song is easy. You don’t need much help.”
You rolled your eyes. “Easy?” You repeated.
“This song is flying through octaves, I’m gonna have to move my hands at the speed of light to keep up.”
“It’s easy.”
You groaned. “You repeating that it’s ‘easy’ isn’t actually making it any easier, y’know?”
“Then I’ll just teach you.” They respond flatly.
Your expression quickly flips from agitated and annoyed to beaming and hopeful. “Really?” You exclaim again.
This time, Berdly came in, opening the door dramatically.
“Excuse me! Keep it down! Intelligent people like myself are trying to learn!” He announces before leaving as fast as he came.
You scoff and turn back to Kris, who is still staring at you blankly. “Okay, so, you’ll help me.”
Kris nods. “Okay, meet me outside of the library after school every day until the festival.” You instruct.
Without waiting for their response, you close your tabs on your computer before standing up. You flash them a smile before hurrying out the door to the computer lab.
They watch you leave and stare at the door for a moment longer as it’s pulled shut. They return to Papyrus’ Pastaeria soon after.
You hold the sheet music in your arms, having just printed them inside the library as you wait for Kris to show up.
You hold the sheet paper in your arms. It’s only about three pages. Should be easy, you thought.
You kick loose gravel on the sidewalk. Maybe you shouldn’t have even asked them for help, it’s not like you really need it.
You huff, looking up from the paper in your arms to your surroundings.
You turn to your right, then your left, and you spot them. They’re sauntering over, their feet practically dragging against the concrete.
You scoff, but make no effort to shorten their journey over.
“Ready?” You ask, a hint of teasing in your voice.
Kris then gestured for you to show them the way. You nodded curtly before turning on your heel before turning around once more, making eye contact with them through their bangs before leading the way.
Every now and then you turn around to make sure they're still following you. They walk so slow that you have to adjust your pace to theirs.
You slow down to the point where you’re walking beside them now.
“You’re walking really slow,” you comment. “Y’know, if you didn’t want to help me you could’ve just said so.”
“I just walk slow in general.”
You huff, pressing the paper closer to your chest as you walk beside them. “Reassuring,” you respond.
Soon enough—well not as soon as you’d like—you both arrive at your house. You open the door for Kris and make a beeline to the piano.
They follow, still walking impossibly slow.
You had assumed they would sit next to you on the piano so you made some room for them. But as the moments passed by with no dip in the spot next to you, you sat squarely in the middle.
Already getting a bit annoyed, you placed the three sheets of paper on the music desk, spreading them apart equally.
With no further instruction from Kris (not like you had gotten any to begin with), you began to play. Your sight-reading had deteriorated from what it once was.
You stumbled over easy notes, confusing A keys for C keys. You forgot which symbol meant flats and sharps or forgot that the song required them entirely.
In your opinion, it was a miracle you even found Middle C in the first place.
Your whole body started heating up, the embarrassment creeping up your neck all the way up to your face.
Surely, Kris was behind you, holding back bouts of laughter that would only spill out if you made another mistake.
You sighed in relief as you finished the song. Somehow, you turned a song that was only supposed to be 3 minutes into a 7 minute one.
You wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Pretty good,” they complimented.
The sarcasm wasn’t helping your ego whatsoever.
“You don’t have to lie! I know it was horrible.”
Kris shrugged. “No point in beating you up about it,” they hummed.
They took a step closer to you on the bench. “Play with only right hand for now.”
You nodded slowly, placing your left hand in your lap as you took the song one note at a time—one hand at a time.
You did better this time. It was easier to focus on one part rather than the whole thing. Though, you did keep making mistakes.
They hummed behind you, leaning down a bit. “Keep doing that. Then switch when you can do it without mistakes,”
“Three times in a row,” they whispered.
“Sounds like fun,” you said, your voice strained. Though, you followed what they said, playing again and again.
When you had finally got it perfect three times in a row—and two more times for extra measure, you turned to tell them but it had seemed they slipped out without you noticing as you were playing.
You grumbled, shutting the piano and practically jumping out of the chair. You couldn’t be bothered to do the left hand if they couldn’t be bothered to tell you goodbye.
You stood at the library again the next day. You weren’t exactly sure why you were even here. Yes, you were pissed they left without saying anything. But, their advice had worked. So, what’s the harm?
Again, you watched them saunter over but it seemed as though they were walking a little bit faster than usual.
“How’d it go?” They asked.
“You’d know if you actually stayed.” You hissed.
Kris shrugged. “I had homework,”
You stared at them skeptically before scoffing. “Like you actually do it.”
They sheepishly grinned at you, the type of smile you do when someone catches you in a lie.
“Knew it,” you mutter before abruptly starting to walk towards your house.
Again, they follow behind you, but again you notice that their pace is faster than it was previously.
Again, you’re seated at the bench, playing with only your right hand to show them how much you’ve improved.
After you're finished, “Alright, try your left hand.”
You reluctantly place your left hand on the keys, your right hand now taking a break on your thigh. You begin to play.
Of course, it’s way better than when you were playing with both hands but you made a mistake here and there and it wasn’t as fast and as clear as your right hand was.
You removed your left hand off the keys when you were done, that same feeling of embarrassment and frustration. rising up again.
“Do the same thing you did with your left hand,” they instructed.
“That’s it?” You turned your head to look at them.
You were met with their retreating back, already on the way to your front door.
They turned back around awkwardly, a small blush of embarrassment on their face. “Well, you need to know the notes,”
You turn around fully now, crossing your arms. “Sounds like to me you don’t actually know how to play!”
Kris stares at you for a moment before making their way back to the piano. They motion for you to move and you do, getting off the bench as they take your spot.
They play C Sharp Major scale on one hand, then the other, then together. They repeat this process for C Flat Major.
Afterwards, they look up at the notes, scanning them for a moment before they begin to play.
You’re amazed.
They’re not even looking at the notes, it seems as though they’re playing from memory. The song requires the pedal, and they’re effectively lifting their foot off it to the point where it’s not even making a noise.
The sounds of the piano aren’t even the most beautiful thing about their performance. The way they flick their wrists upwards, taking breaths with their hands after a measure that requires it.
It looks masterful.
It looks amazing.
It looks like they’re genuinely having fun.
The song comes to a(n unfortunate) end and they lift their hands off the piano, it looks like an arch forming all the way down to their lap where their hands rests.
You feel compelled to clap. You almost do—but you stop yourself as they turn to look at you.
“Now what does it sound like?” They smirk.
You huff, feigning annoyance even though you’re still amazed. “Fine! You can play… I’ll do as you say,” you scoff.
They sit up from the bench and you return to your original position. You place your left hand back on the piano and you keep playing.
Once again, Kris silently leaves in the middle of your playing.
They didn’t have anywhere in particular to go. Like you had said earlier, it’s not like they actually do their homework.
They make their way home, greeting their mom as they walk past her in the living room before flopping onto their bed.
They stare at the ceiling for a moment before closing their eyes. They replay the moment in their head. They replay how you looked at them in the moment they turned around.
Your eyes were sparkling, your mouth slightly agape. It looked like they had hit pause in the middle of a video of someone clapping out of amazement. Even when you tried to have an attitude with them, the sparkle was still there.
They smiled to themselves. A silly, stupid, dopey smile. They rolled onto their side, letting their hands rest beside their face.
They thumped their fingers against their beds, pretending as if the white keys of the piano were under the flesh of their fingertips.
The same thing happened the next day. You had finally accomplished learning your left hand’s part of the song and were ready to show Kris your skills.
This time, as soon as Kris met you at the library, you guys quickly took of to your house. They were even keeping up with your pace.
You sat at the piano, played one time on your right hand, and another on your left.
You turned them, a triumphant smile on your face.
They gave you a nonchalant thumbs up. “Both hands,” they ordered.
You huffed, hoping they’d compliment you or something but they only gave you a measly thumbs up. You mocked them in your head.
You began to play with both hands, it was significantly slower than when you played with just one. Though it was slow, you did way better than your first time.
Instead of moving your hands off the piano after you finished playing, you kept them on there. For the first time in a while, you had satisfaction from playing the piano. You felt proud of the progress you were making.
Kris stood next to you by the bench. You didn’t realize it at first but you soon moved over on the bench, your hands scooting down the keys along with your body.
Kris sat down next to you, placing their foot on the pedal. “I can hear the pedal while you’re playing,” they announce.
You roll your eyes but watch their foot under the piano. They gently and slowly press down on the pedal before releasing it slowly and pressing it back down. No sound was made.
They continued doing that before you began to mimic them. You pressed down on the pedal, pulsing it up and down with your foot.
They nodded once you had gotten it. They reached over, their fingertips holding your wrist as they adjusted them.
“The way you're playing is gonna hurt your hands,” they murmured.
Their hand retracts quickly from your wrist and you stay frozen for a moment. They slowly get up, as if they weren’t sure if they really wanted to.
“You just need to keep practicing with both hands. You’re getting better.” They compliment.
You felt the blood rushing to your face. You were sure that your face was completely red.
They stood next to you for a moment at the piano before turning their head. “I’m going, bye.” They said curtly before scurrying off.
The door shut as you finally managed to mumble out a goodbye.
You’re not sure why but after they left you sat at the piano for a few moments, not even playing, just lifting your foot up and down on the pedal to the rhythm of your heart.
When you did start to play, you started off slow. Dragging each note longer than it was supposed to be if only so it could be muscle memory for your body.
You finished the song, imitating Kris by arching your wrist as you lifted your hands off the piano before settling on your lap.
Again, you paused. For the first time ever, you felt happy playing the piano. In fact, your fingers twitched as if itching to play. You sighed, placing your hands on the piano again and beginning to play.
You would finish and then play from the beginning, over and over again until the sun began to sit and your butt began to hurt.
You shut the piano and grabbed a snack from the kitchen before making your way upstairs. You sat down at the foot of your bed, resting your head against the mattress.
You closed your eyes, sighing. You imagined Kris playing at the piano again. They were playing that same song, their eyes fully focused on the white and black keys before them rather than the white page and black ink above them.
It was like they played from their soul, like they had played this song over and over times before.
You felt happy that you were able to hear something as masterful as that.
The next day was your final day to practice. It was a Saturday so unfortunately, Kris wouldn’t be there to watch you this time. You found your mood dampened by this realization.
Nonetheless, you placed your hands on the piano, your hands settling over the white keys as you pressed down on the pedal.
You took a deep breath… and started playing.
It was better than the times you played yesterday. Way better than you had played the first time you combined your two hands and definitely way better than your first ever attempt.
Your eyes flip down your hands every moment or so, making sure you go to a faraway note before flicking back to the measure you were just on.
You keep this up until the end of the song and you, again, mimic the way Kris takes their hands off the piano.
You smiled to yourself. You felt satisfied, felt proud.
Not once have you ever felt this way playing this instrument but suddenly, you wanted to play another song. Play more and more.
So you did, you played the song over and over until you barely had to look up at the papers in front of you, completely in the trance of pressing key after key, whether it was isolated or joined with a few others.
The day of the festival arrives and you find yourself turning your head to the left and right expectantly, looking for Kris. Without any dice, you walk up onto the makeshift stage the town used for the festival. You placed your keyboard somewhere safe in the back for exiting and walking around your town.
You stopped at a few stalls here and there, buying some candy and munching on it during your stroll.
Soon enough, you spot a maroon bob in front of the ferris wheel, with Noelle and a Purple Dinosaur (you think they’re name is susie), in front of them.
Excited, you subconsciously quicken your pace to meet up with them. The two girls are already getting inside the ride by the time you’re halfway there.
You cross the distance between Kris and you shortly.
“Hey Kris,” you chirped, standing slightly behind them. “Want to go on the ferris wheel with me next?”
You’re met with utter silence. Even the skeleton running the stand gives you an awkward pitting glance.
You take a step forward, before spinning on your foot, facing Kris. There, you notice their eyes are closed.
“They fell asleep?” You said aloud.
They open their eyes shortly after you speak, staring at you through the strands of hair. “I might’ve been, you woke me up.” they mumbled.
You shrug, acting innocent as you step beside them again, waiting as the ferris wheel comes down with their friends.
Susie (?) and Noelle came down, talking to Kris excitedly. Susie even says she tried waving to them but they didn’t notice, she seemed to be over-exaggerating her anger. You found it amusing.
Noelle spots you, her ears slightly raising at the sight. She waves to you. Susie notices and also gives you a clumsy wave.
“We were going to go vote for the festival King and Queen, want to join us?” Susie offers, a large smile on her face.
She’s so inviting you agree almost immediately.
The four of you arrive at the voting area in front of the Cattenheimer house. Noelle begins to tell you and Susie a story about how she voted for both her and Kris when she was younger. She giggled about how she even misspelt both of their names.
You find yourself laughing too, you couldn’t imagine Kris as the Festival King.
Kris was also listening to the story, they were initially keeping their eyes on Noelle as they explained before they drifted off to you and your reactions. Every hum of acknowledgment and ever polite bit of laughter at the funny parts. They watched it all.
They swallowed, turning towards the paper as Noelle talked about how she cried afterwards.
Their pen seemed to move on their own as they wrote their name down for Festival King. They grimace, realizing their blunder.
And, to top it all off, they decided to write it in pen.
They huff silently, wondering who to pair you with as Queen. They thought for a moment.
They thought of Noelle but Susie was more fitting for her. They thought the same thing for Susie.
Then their mind went to Berdly, someone who they had began to get close to in the last month. They grimaced, if Berdly ever found out they put them down as your counterpart, you might become the next victim of his affection.
Their hand clenched around the pen as they slowly sign their name as Festival Queen. They quickly place the ballet in the box, the tips of their ears turning pink.
Susie drapes an arm over their shoulders, almost knocking them off their feet. “So, who’d ya vote for?”
“You and Noelle.” They respond (lie) quickly.
Susie and Noelle make eye contact with each other, a blush spreading across both of their faces.
“Oh, I did the same,” you chime in.
For some reason, Kris felt a pang in their chest. Of course, they knew there was no way the both of you were going to win. But they still feel a little shy after putting in their ballot.
You check the time on your phone and realize you have to get going, “Performance and all,” you tell them.
Noelle gives you a pity smile and Susie groans.
“We were gonna go hit up some other food booths before they close for the day,” Susie announces.
You wave your hands dismissively. “Oh, if you guys already had plans that’s okay! You don’t have to come watch if you're busy.”
Susie nodded. Noelle asked again for confirmation and you assured her it’d be okay.
Kris however, stood their motionless under Susie’s arm. They pursed their lips into a thin line. It seemed as though they wanted to watch you play.
You waved goodbye and headed towards the stage. There were a few people in line before you. There was someone who was playing the flute and another person was doing a monologue from a video game.
After they were finished, you walked onto the stage with your keyboard and a party chair.
Susie and Noelle walked side by side in front of Kris as they stopped at stall after stall. Occasionally, Susie would turn around to ask for their opinion on the sample they had just tried and they would respond with an uninterested shrug.
Truth be told, they were bored out of their mind. They didn’t understand why they were tagging along. Why they didn’t say anything about wanting to watch you play. They sighed to themselves.
“I’mgoingtothebathroom,” the blurt, talking so fast their words blended together.
They turned on their heel almost immediately, turning back to where the stage was located. Luckily for them, they had walked into the audience of occupied lawn chairs in front of the stage just in time.
There you were, sitting at the edge of your seat as your foot pressed down on the pedal.
They watched intently from the side. They watched as you took a long glance at your sheet music before playing the first chord of the song.
It was beautiful.
Well, they had always thought it was, even when you were making all those mistakes. They loved the song, and loved playing it. But, they got a chance to relive learning all over again through you.
Now, to see you reach the peak that they once did as you lift your hands off the piano in that same movement they had done, they can’t help but press their palms together and clap.
You awkwardly stand up and bow, picking up your keyboard before turning in Kris’ direction.
You spot them, and practically run to discard your keyboard somewhere before quickly walking over to meet them.
They don’t do anything but nod at you. You assume that’s their weird teacher-approval. Truth be told, that was the only thing they felt like they could manage without their heart exploding.
They guided you to where Noelle and Susie were. They stood in front of the same skeleton man that was at the ferris wheel, but this time, he was serving ice cream.
Susie stood there with two ice cream cones in her hands, Noelle the same. Noelle offers you the soft green colored ice cream while Susie offers Kris an ice cream cone with the same scoop that’s on yours.
“They only had pistachio left,” Susie announces as she crunches down on her own.
You grimace before shaking your head and offering back to Susie. “You can have mine then. I’m not a fan of pistachios.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Noelle’s sullen expression. You quickly retract your head, stammering out some excuse about changing your mind.
Susie stares at you oddly for a second before shrugging. She then suggests that the four of you should go down to the beach—everyone agrees.
As they’re walking, you offer Kris’s your ice cream cone. They take it, though they’re still working on their own.
By the time you guys reach the benches by the beach, the ice cream has already melted. Susie gladly takes it off Kris’ hands and finishes it in another chomp.
You sit next to Susie and Noelle sits across from you as Kris sits next to her. Susie is the one steering most of the conversation, it seems like she’s talking to more Noelle than you so hardly chime in with little comments here and there.
You notice thrust over time, Kris’ posture begins to slump further and further until their face settles against the table.
You shake your head, staring at them for a moment before tapping them on the shoulder.
Their body moves ever-so-slightly but at least you know they’re awake. “Maybe you should go splash water on yourself if you're so sleepy,” you suggest.
They move to lay their head on the other side of their face as if they were going to ignore you. However, as sluggish as they may be, they sat up properly. You grinned.
You stood up from the bench before walking to the shore line, waiting for Kris to catch up with you before you slipped your shoes off and rolled up your bottoms as far as they would go.
You walked into the water as its foam came crashing into your legs, wetting them up to your knees.
You turned around once you thought you had waded in enough.
You urged Kris to join you.
They stared at you for a moment before taking their own shoes off along with their socks and mimicking you in rolling up their pants. They waited until the water had receded before making their way towards you.
The sand was wet and mushy against their feet but it was nothing compared to the icy cold water that rushed past them. They stood still, grimacing at the cold biting through their skin.
You laughed. “The water’s freezing,” they state.
“But, you’re awake!” You countered.
They shake their head. “I guess,”
They took a few steps closer to you, standing next to you now in the water but with a little bit of distance between the two of you.
You stared at the sunset, the sun blanketing your faces.
Kris then broke the silence that was once occupied by the rushing water and wind. “You did good.” They admit, staring at the water.
You smile more to yourself than at them. “Thanks,” you respond.
“I couldn’t have done it without your help,” you add, no matter how corny and cliche it sounds, you have to give credit where credit is due.
They nodded. “Thanks for your help.”
You turn to them, a giggle escaping your mouth. “What? Saving you? Hell, without you, I’d probably never play on my console again.”
They tilted their head towards the girls behind them that were still too infatuated with their conversation (and each other) to notice either of your guys’ absence.
You laugh. “They’re not that bad,”
“Not that bad,” they repeat, Kris isn’t out right laughing but it’s clear they found it humorous.
They take a step closer to you in the water, and if possessed by courage, they reached to envelope your wrist in their grasp.
“I had fun today,” they murmured, rubbing their thumb on your wrist, “I don’t usually have fun at the festival,”
You smile, your face heating up (and it isn’t because you’ve been facing the sun for the past minute or so). “I’m glad… I, I had fun too.”
“Do your wrists hurt?” They ask immediately.
You nod sheepishly, turning away from them again to face the sunset. “You really like the piano, huh? You know so much,” you mumble.
They nod again, the water rushing past your legs and wetting the tips of their rolled up pants slightly. “You have good piano hands,”
Them, no longer encircling your wrist, moved their hand down to gently hold yours in theirs.
You shrug, not knowing how to answer such a compliment. Eventually, you whisper and feeble “thanks.”
You squeeze their hand in yours.
They stare off into the sunset, the wind blowing their hair back. You turn to notice the blush on their face, the slight quirk of their lips, and most of all, the shine in their eyes.
They squeezed back, “You should keep playing.”
“Even if I'm no good?” You hum.
“You’re getting better,” you smile.
After a beat of silence, you ask, “You’ll still be my teacher though?”
“Mhm,”
You laugh (again), “I might surpass you then.”
They chuckle for maybe the first time ever. “We’ll see.” They smile.
You’re about to retort something until you hear susie yelling both of your names. You scoff, though it’s not malicious. Your grip on their hand loosens but you don’t let go as you make your way back towards the dry land.
They’re barely moving behind you, trudging in the water.
You grumbled. “I thought you got over walking slowly.”
They grinned at you, the sun shining bright behind them. “It’s a habit,” they admit.
“I also want to stay here a little longer,” they admit cheekily.
You roll your eyes before yanking them forward, tightening the grip on their hand.
Yandere Tenna thought (hypnosis underneath the cut, nothing nsfw tho)
A toxic trait I see Tenna having is using his lil powers against you, you could be in the middle of an argument right? You’re upset because Tenna won’t stop pushing your boundaries and being overly clingy. It’s genuinely concerning, horrible to watch your partner spiral downward.
Then Tenna hits you with smth like how he doesn’t wanna fight you and how you should go back to normal. Yk the version of you that isn’t crazy! The warm, sweet and understanding person who wouldn’t leave him alone! You try to look away, scolding to begging Tenna that you don’t wanna do this.
Yeah it doesn’t end well for you
Tenna hates fucking with you like this, mostly for the reaction you have before the brainwashing. You cry, push him away, plead him to calm down. He spends a good amount trying to comfort you and assuring you that you’ll feel better soon.
Hello!!! Really love how you wrote Flowery fanfics and some imagines(👀👀👀) if it's alright with you can we get more smut or anything general about him🙏🙏🙏
Have one of my random Flowery ideas!
Flowery likes trying and learning new things. He'll be willing to try out practically anything you ask him to, during sex or otherwise, but he definitely has his own preferences.
To me, he seems like a guy that would really, really enjoy roleplay scenarios, and he would get really into them. Like, he takes it pretty seriously, while also still having fun with it. It helps that he can so easily alter parts of the way the Flower Kingdom looks. And making costumes / clothes! It's easier for him to create clothes for himself, perhaps, but he likes sitting together with you and make a pretty outfit for you bloom into existence as well.
An example: Being the prince(ss) trapped in a tower with Flowery coming to save you! He's twined together an entire tower of thick vines, with you actually in a little room at the tippy top. Flowery 'fighting' his way up to the very top, decked out in knight-like gear with a sword of flowers sheathed at his side, dropping down to his knees in front of you and kissing the top of your hand. You don't have to worry anymore now, he tells you. Doesn't he deserve a small reward for his efforts..?
warnings: gn!reader, 4.9k words, kris kissing reader, kris playing pranks, jealous kris, possessive kris, friendly reader, a little OOC(sorry)! im only on chapter 3
creds to @pixopix for dividers!
Kris sat atop a brown tree stump, the inside of the wood brown and the spiral within it a sepia color. They swung their feet back and forth, the wind bristling through their maroon hair. The stump sat several feet beyond the small lake.
The forest smelt of pine and wet grass, a little fishy too (due to the lake). The sun was setting off in the distance. They were glad they decided to do this later in the day, opposed to late morning or early afternoon where the sun would be full blaze.
Asriel had come back from University for the summer. Toriel had plagued Kris’ mind about him not even wanting to come home due to “all the fun he was having at University.” But, her theories were put to rest when he showed up at their door step.
They had hung out continuously for this past month, watching their old favorite TV shows, playing video games, and going to the diner after church like they used to (but now it was just the two of them rather than the whole family). Kris was feeling jovial, like they finally had gotten their soul back.
That’s why, when Asriel suggested they invite Noelle to go exploring in the forest for old times sake, they agreed.
That’s why, when Asriel told them to separate from Noelle so she could be scared because she “enjoys it,” they complied.
That’s why, they now stood up from the stump, getting bored of the stagnant scenery in front of them. Stretching their legs, they made their way back into the forest.
Their shoes left imprints in the low grass, there used to be a path here, back then. Now, without the monster interference, the grass has taken over once again.
Kris skillfully maneuvered themselves in the forest. Their hands trailing against the bark, their feet jumping over large roots and any large sticks that had fallen from grace.
During their aimless stroll, they spot someone. They instinctively hide behind a tree, believing they’ve somehow looped around and bumped into Noelle.
Thankfully, it was not.
Kris had recognized you from school. You’re sociable—well, not like they’ve ever interacted with you. But, they had seen Noelle and Berdly interact with you once or twice.
You stood there, crouching. Peeking a little more behind the tree, Kris saw a doe in front of you. It seemed as though you were trying to pet it—and you were very close to achieving that.
Kris, as bored as ever, turned to their side and found a small stick. The corner of their mouth quirked upward. Taking a step forward, they lowered their weight onto the branch.
Snap.
The doe twitched and staggered backwards. You, much like the animal, yelped at the sudden noise—a contrast to the still nature around you.
Ultimately, your shock was what scared the animal away. It turned away instantly, hopping away gracefully and into the green brush.
You groaned, standing up straight and rolling your neck. The disappointment was evident and you sat down on a rock, dusting the leaves off it beforehand. You rested your elbows on your lap, your face resting in the crevice your hands made as you pressed your wrists together.
Another idea flashed in Kris’ mind. They moved their foot away from the branch slowly before crouching down and picking up the stick, that was now two. They picked up one, and hurled it at the tree next to the rock you were sitting at before quickly hiding behind the tree again.
The stick didn’t make a loud sound against the trunk of the tree, but it definitely got your attention. You turned your head, instinctively shifting away from the tree on the rock. You stared at the tree for a moment, Kris took this chance to throw the other stick, this time to the other side of you.
You heard the stick whiz past you, you quickly turned your head again.
You quickly stood up, “W, who’s there?” You said aloud, your voice trembling.
Kris smiled to themselves. No wonder Noelle likes being scared, they thought, this is fun.
You scanned your surroundings, squinting even to see further (to no avail). You swallowed the lump in your throat before taking a step back.
Then another,
and another.
You twisted your body and ran away, stumbling a bit as you picked up your pace. Looks like they have a sense of urgency, Kris thought.
Kris watched you run, intending to let you go before you tripped on a tree root, faceplanting into the dirt with a mushy plop.
Kris huffed in amusement, stepping out from behind the tree. They approached you leisurely as you picked yourself up from the dirt. You coughed, rubbing the dirt from your nose and forehead off.
Kris didn’t announce their presence and you didn’t notice until their shoe caught your eye.
“Whatthefuck,” you gasped, scrambling back and hitting your side against the tree trunk.
You let out a soft whine, muttering an “ow.” Kris held out their hand. You weren’t sure if they actually wanted to help you or were just being polite.
Nonetheless, you hesitantly took their hand, standing up. You grumbled, moving your hand away dusting the dirt off of your clothes.
“Thank you,” you eventually said.
Kris nodded. “I didn’t know people eat dirt,” they said flatly.
“What?” You said, dumbfounded.
“There was moss right there,” they said, lifting their hand lazily and extending their pointer finger to the moss that lined the base of the tree. “I’m sure moss tastes better than dirt,”
There was practically a question-mark pasted on your face.
You snorted. “Let’s test that theory out,” you commented.
Though being sarcastic, Kris genuinely knelt down and scooped a handful of moss into his mouth, the foliage getting stuck under his nails.
You gagged silently as you watched them chew and swallowed it. They turned to you, and flashed you an awkward grin.
“Well,” you said, the confusion and shock on your face being replaced with indifference, “I guess you see something new everyday.”
“Better than dirt?”
“Way better.” Kris responded.
Despite only tagging along to the forest on Asriel’s request, Kris was enjoying themselves along with you. They didn’t exactly tell you that they were the one throwing the sticks but it’s not like you asked either (though you had a hunch).
The two of you had spent the rest of the day together. Kris had led you back to the lake so you could wash the bare parts of your body free of the dirt. After that, they led you further into the forest, showing them their favorite spots when they were younger. Though a lot of them had been taken over by nature, you still thought they were beautiful.
Soon enough, the sun had almost set completely, the sky painted with pink, orange, and yellow hues. Their phone rang in their pocket as you were about to, reluctantly, eat moss. You threw the green mush into the ground, stomping on it frantically and exhaling in relief.
You couldn’t hear the phone call but from Kris’ responses you realized it was probably someone calling for them to come home.
After they hung up, they turned to you. “My mom, she’s wondering where I am.”
“Did you not tell her where you were going?” You questioned, you said rubbing your hand against a tree’s trunk, trying to get rid of remnants of moss.
Kris nodded. “I was supposed to come back with my brother,”
You hummed in response. There was a sudden air of awkwardness between the two of you that hadn’t been there the whole day. You were wondering why they weren’t leaving—why they weren’t saying goodbye?
Until, “Want to come with?”
“Huh?”
Somehow, Kris Dreemurr had invited you back to their house. The walk home back to their house was a blur, you had walked behind them the whole way despite knowing very well where their house was (it was at the very north of town after all).
They knocked on the door upon arriving (you found it weird they didn’t have a key). Toriel soon came and opened the door, it looked as if she was going to give a lecture to Kris until she spotted you behind them.
“Kris!” She gasped, “A friend?”
Kris grimaced at her hopeful tone.
“Why don’t you invite them in?” The déjà vu was not lost on Kris.
You kicked off your shoes, leaving them at the front door as you padded into their house in your socks.
“Gosh, you both are… dirt-y,” Toriel joked.
The pun was not lost on you and you chuckled. Kris gave you a look, not like you could see it under all that hair.
“You both go wash up, I’ll have some food ready for you by the time you’re out. Kris, show them the bathroom, would you?” Toriel instructed.
Kris nodded before signaling for you to follow.
You stared at your reflection in the bathroom, noticing the dirt that was littered in patches all over your face. You grimaced. Turning on the faucet, you squeezed some soap into your hands, Kris doing the same after you. You began lathering the soap until Kris placed their hands above yours, blocking the water from getting to your hands.
You scoffed, nudging them with your arm as you moved their arms away. They grinned, pushing your hands away, stealing the running water from you.
This went on for a few moments until both of you had your hands completely rinsed off of soap. Kris went to go pat their hands dry as you splashed your face with water, washing away the dirt until the water descending down the drain turned clear.
Both of you left the bathroom, you trailing behind Kris. You saw two people sitting at the dining table. One of them was Noelle, a girl from class you had spoken to on occasion. The other, you assumed, was Kris’ brother, Asriel.
“Kris!” Asriel (?) exclaimed from the table, perking up as he saw them leave the bathroom. “Where’d you go? I thought you went home or something,”
“I was in the forest,” they said as they pulled out a chair and sat across from their brother as Noelle had taken the seat next to them.
You pulled out the chair across from Noelle and next to Kris and sat down. “Really?” Asriel (?) hummed.
“I couldn’t find you anywhere,”
Kris shrugged. Toriel then came over to the table, setting down a round dish on the table. Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape as you saw her famous Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie.
You noticed that Kris’ posture shrunk at the sight of it.
“Yum!” Noelle chirped, “Thank you, Toriel.”
Toriel smiled, taking a knife and cutting into the pie, serving it to Asriel then Noelle, you and lastly Kris. “Of course,”
You picked up the fork next to your plate. You had always wanted to try some of this pie—practically everyone at school had gotten to try it besides you. Your mouth was practically salivating as you stuck your fork into the corner of the triangle shaped slice of pie.
You hummed as you put the forkful into your mouth. You didn’t even chew, just allowing the pie to slowly turn into mush in your mouth as you savored the taste.
The others at the table laughed at your reaction; even Kris looked amused. Embarrassed, you quickly swallowed and settled your fork down.
“T, thank you, Toriel.” You muttered.
She laughed and nodded, digging into her own pie, everyone else proceeded after that.
Noelle, Asriel, and Toriel began some small talk as they ate. Most of it was Toriel and Noelle asking about how school was for him and what University was like.
Everyone besides Kris who was poking at their own slice.
With a mouthful of pie in your mouth, you asked them why they weren’t eating.
“Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie can only taste so good when you’ve had it for the past 30 days,” they whispered to you.
You shrugged, swallowing the piece in your mouth. “I don’t know. Your moms pie is definitely worth the hype,”
Kris sighed, sinking further into their chair as they moved their plate towards you. “Since you like it so much,” they mumbled.
You beamed. There was still half of the pie left in the dish but you were too embarrassed to ask for seconds. You turned to them, beaming. “Thanks!”
The blood pulsed in their body, causing them to instinctively turn their head away. Kris didn’t know if it was because they finally saw your face up close without it being riddled with dirt but you looked extremely… bright.
… however, they weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe you.
After dinner, you helped Toriel pick up all the plates from the table and put them in the sink. You offered to help her wash them but she practically ushered you away.
Asriel (who you now know is in fact Asriel), invited you to watch TV with him and Kris. You agreed.
Though Kris has an issue with sharing their “brother-time” with others, they didn’t seem to mind today.
Kris sat in the middle, their brother to their right and you to their left. Asriel put on some Cowboy show and you felt Kris shifted uncomfortably next to you.
“This was Kris’ favorite when we were younger,” Asriel comments a few minutes into the show.
You nodded, your attention unwavering from the screen.
Several episodes in, your head rolled back into the couch, your body going limp as you felt the consciousness escape you. Hearing faint snores, Kris turned to you. Again, the déjà vu was not lost on them.
They shook their head, settling themselves further into the couch.
It didn’t look like they were planning on sleeping upstairs today.
The both of you hung out several times during the summer after that. Kris enjoyed your company, it made them happy to have someone all to themselves for once.
They thought that with Asriel back, they would have their person back. After being alone for so long, after being tortured with having to see their old friend (Noelle) pull their new friend (Susie) into a relationship. Both girls leaving Kris in the dust (the dust being having to hang out with Berdly).
They were disappointed, when only after a few weeks or so Asriel already started getting bored of just hanging out with them. Then, Noelle was brought to hang out with them.
So, with you, having your undivided attention be on them, felt like the universe was answering their prayer.
However, once again, the universe turned on them.
School had started back up again. Of course, Asriel had gone back to University, leaving Kris alone (again) in their shared room. Though, they didn’t mind as much anymore.
The first few weeks were “normal.” Normal as in you were only hanging out with them just like during summer break.
Then, of course, Noelle came along. Well, you were the one to talk to her first.
You asked her for a pencil. They remember that day you had arrived at school even later than them and your hair was sticking every which way.
Noelle obliged, passing you her red and white striped pencil. You took it graciously, flashing her a smile before furiously writing whatever assignment everyone was working on at the time.
They couldn’t be bothered, their eyes shutting as the hum of pencils scratching against paper lulled them to sleep.
Maybe that was what caused it.
Suddenly, it wasn’t just you and them. It was Noelle, you and them. Kris had specifically not introduced you two because of the fear of you guys becoming close—so much closer that you’d prefer her over them.
They tormented themselves by watching it happen. They tried to insert themselves every time Noelle invited you to study, every time Noelle wanted to sit next to you at lunch.
But, all their efforts were in vain. It was as if, directly imposing the two of you to not communicate was simply making it happen tenfold.
So, they decided to step back. They tried to console themselves, saying that it’s OK for you to have other friends, that just because you chose to hang out with Noelle doesn’t mean they don’t like you.
But the words of affirmation could only work for so long.
Soon enough, it wasn’t just Noelle. Susie started tagging along.
Susie, they thought. The one that made them think that maybe there was one for them. That they could be worthy of something as sacred as friendship.
Thinking back, they realized they were a fool to wish for something more.
But come-on!
Surely, they couldn’t take you on as a third?
In spite of it all, they started ignoring you despite wanting nothing more than your attention.
They wanted you to feel how they did.
Though, that determination completely faltered at your suggestion of going to the diner and getting food as you guys “haven’t done that in awhile.”
You’re sitting across from them at a booth, nibbling on your fries as they take sips of their Hot Chocolate ever so often.
You’ve been ranting this whole time. Talking about the classes you took this year and how you’ve completely screwed yourself and your GPA over. They were happily listening, just basking in your presence was enough as long as your eyes were on them. You began to laugh at yourself, Kris looking at you expectantly.
You noticed their confusion and began to explain. “Oh, um, Berdly brought snuck in his GameMonster during Math. Susie and I were taking turns using it and we were supposed to be keeping it down but… y’know how Susie gets,” you said between giggles.
You then used your hands to make claws before placing them besides your mouth as you made a quiet screaming sound.
Kris’ lips thinned into a line, their relaxed body now going slack. “You and Susie have gotten real close, haven’t you?” They muttered.
“And you were wondering why we haven’t hung out in awhile,”
You hummed in response, dipping a french fry in the ketchup, and taking a bite. You continued on with your story, not noticing Kris’ indifference, a contrast to engagement before.
Soon enough, you noticed. They weren’t exactly looking at you anymore, their focus on the hot cup in front of them.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You then try and ask them about school, trying to engage them as you realize how much you’ve been talking about yourself.
They give you a small shrug in response.
With your mouth no longer being occupied with talking, you practically inhaled your french fries. Kris’ hot chocolate had also been long gone.
You both paid and began your treks back home.
Again, much like the day they first met you, you stood behind them on the way home. They stop, turning their body to fully face you on the sidewalk.
“I’m sorry,” they began, their voice so light it could be carried away by the wind that blew around the two of you. “I didn’t mean to come off like that.”
You stared at them, the wind blowing their maroon hair out of their eyes and revealing a ruby eye. You felt stunned for a moment, your body heating up at the sight.
“It’s cool,” you quickly blurted. “I, I’m sorry too for not hanging out with you. I guess I’m not so good with balancing classes and friends,”
Kris subtly smiled at your attempt at humor. With that, they turned back around, continuing their pace back to their house.
Again, you’re behind them as they knock on the door (you’re still wondering why they don’t have a key). Toriel answers, of course. She spots you, and flashes you one her signature smiles. You smile back. You wave goodbye to Kris and don’t wait for them to return it before you turn around, about to get on your own way home before you feel a tug on your jacket.
“Stay,” Kris started. “Stay over. We haven’t… done that in awhile.”
You snorted, turning around fully. You nodded and Kris let go of your sleeve. You seemed to miss the absence of the tension.
Toriel had already gone upstairs by the time you had kicked your shoes off by the entrance. This time, there was a new addition to the living room.
“A gaming console?” You questioned.
“It’s Asriel’s,” Kris informs you, settling themselves on the couch. “We brought it out during the summer. Just… haven’t gotten the chance to put it back.”
You nodded, picking up a controller that matched the Console and a dingy cyan colored one. “Want to play?” You offer.
A small smile spread on their lips. They took the cyan controller from you.
“You’re on.”
The both of you had spent the better part of the afternoon and early night playing Super Smashing Fighters. You winning most of the rounds. Kris blamed it on them being rusty.
You yawn, settling your controller down after a cutscene of Kris’ character gives a thumbs-up to you on the TV (they won).
“Tired of losing?” Kris teased.
You rolled your eyes. “You lost to me overall Kris. Don’t get all cocky now,”
They hummed in amusement, settling their own controller down before switching off the TV entirely.
“Are you going home?” Kris asked.
You shook your head, taking your phone out and sending a message to your parents. “You okay if I sleepover?”
Kris shrugs, trying to keep their usual uninterested attitude though their heart was thumbing against its cage. “You can sleep in my room,” they assure.
They get off the couch, motioning for you to follow them upstairs.
They lead you to their room, pushing open their door. You take in the room. One side is fully decorated, the other left completely barren. You’d assumed the barren side was Asriel’s.
“You can sleep in Asriel’s bed. Don’t worry about the fur, we changed the sheets after he left.” They instruct.
They can see the surprise on your face as they refer to the more alive side of their bedroom being Asriel’s, though, they don’t explain it whatsoever.
You pulled back the neatly laid blankets and tucked yourself in, your body sinking into the soft mattress.
Kris did the same, settling themselves in their own bed.
“Goodnight,” you yawned.
They hummed, nestling themselves further into their bed.
Though yawning while playing the game, your sleep has practically left your body as you laid in bed. You tossed and turned, trying to get to bed. Just as your eyes were starting to feel heavy, you heard Kris get down from their own bed, their feet padding against the bedroom floor before the door shut quietly with a click.
Assuming they went to the bathroom, you rolled over, now facing the wall. You shut your eyes, trying to fall asleep but once again, it seemed as though your sleep was fleeting.
…
You’d been awake for a while now. You turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Kris has been gone for a while now.
You sat up, your head lulling as you did so. You rubbed the back of your neck, sitting up and sliding yourself off the bed. You could hear the water running downstairs in the bathroom. Wondering if Kris slipped and fell (or something) you quietly made your way downstairs.
The bathroom door was left open and the light of the moon illuminated the room. Nobody.
Over the sound of the faucet running, you could hear the clicks and clacks of the controller. You turned your head to find Kris…
playing Super Smashing Fighters on the couch with a bot.
“Dude,” you spoke, walking towards Kris.
Their head whips towards you, the shock in their body language evident.
You chuckle, settling next to them on the couch. “Playing without me?”
The hum a response, returning to the game.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask.
They nod. “Ever since Asriel left… I haven’t been able to sleep well.” They admitted, you could tell they were embarrassed despite their voice not giving any hint of vulnerability.
“Like, you’re restless?”
“Nightmares,” they responded as they K.O’ed the bot.
“No wonder you fall asleep so much in class,” you laugh, scooting yourself a little closer to them on the couch.
They hum again, completely engrossed in the game.
After a few minutes of silence, they speak up. “I’m rusty,” they admit.
You laugh. “I could tell.”
They scoff, humorously. “I don’t usually play this game without my brother.”
“Sounds like excuses for how bad I beat you today,” you smirk.
They ignore your comment and begin talking about the character they’re using. It’s the same one they were using against you but now they’re repeating the same combo over and over again. Kris says they want it to commit to memory. They then start explaining the characters fighting style to you, showing you some of the moves, combos, and cheats they can do.
You smile, “You sound like Berdly,” you comment, despite finding it endearing (when it comes from Kris at least).
They, however, did not take that as a compliment. They gently nudge you in the ribs and you feign hurt, groaning and leaning over the couches armrest.
You sit up properly after they didn’t seem interested in your joke. “Looks like Susie’s rubbing on you,”
They stiffen, allowing the bot to catch them in a combo. “Yup, she seems to have that effect on people,” they agree, hoping you’d drop it at that.
To their dismay, you continue. “Yeah, she even taught Noelle sarcasm—Noelle, sarcasm!” You laughed to yourself.
Kris swallows, pausing their game as their hands go limp. “You really have been hanging out with them a lot.”
You open your mouth to say something but they continue on. “You seem to like them more than me.”
It sounded more as though they were speaking aloud—like that was supposed to stay inside.
“They’re my friends Kris… our friends. Why do you have to make it a competition?” You rebuttal.
Kris stays silent, but reluctantly nods. They know that. Deep down they do. But they can’t help this feeling.
“So you do?” They ask quietly.
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why are you making me choose?”
They place the controller next to them on the couch, twisting their body to face you on the couch. “I’d choose you.”
“What?”
“I’d choose you,” they repeated, more quietly this time. “over them.”
You stare at them blankly. Seems like they moved their bangs away from their face, one of their ruby eyes peaking through, the pause menu glinting inside of them.
You’re so entranced by their face, you don’t notice when they start leaning in until your lips connect.
It’s fleeting, you’re not sure if they even kissed you or if you’re imagining it as they pull away as quickly as they came. Though, all the confirmation you needed is given by the red creeping up their olive skin.
Embarrassed, they quickly turn back around, grabbing the controller and continuing to play.
You also turn your attention back to the game, though you’re not exactly focusing. The only thing you can do is replay the kiss over and over again in your mind.
After one two many yawns (from you), Kris pauses the game and finally shuts it down.
“Let’s go to bed,” they announce stiffly.
You shake your head. “No,” yawn.
“I’m okay.. what about your nightmares?”
“If you care about them so much, why don’t you keep me company?”
“What?” You ask.
They chuckle. “I guess Noelle isn’t the only one who needs some sarcasm lessons.”
They reach for your hand. You think they’re going to hold yours until they link your index finger around theirs. It’s awkward, but you find it cute nonetheless.
Kris pulls you off the couch, leading you up the stairs to their room. It’s a blur as the both of you climb the stairs and walk into their room.
Kris pulls you onto their bed, your knee resting against the mattress as they sit fully on it.
“I don’t get… the nightmares when Asriel sleeps with me,” they admit, the heat creeping up their body yet again.
You can’t tell because their hair is covering their eyes again, but you’re sure they’re avoiding your gaze.
For some reason, you agree. They unloop your fingers before laying down first. They pulled the blankets open as if inviting you to join them. You do and they pull the blanket over you.
Their hair falls to the side and you can see (again) only one of their eyes, the moon reflecting in its red.
It’s awkward, yes. But comforting all the same. You watch as they lean forward, you’re awaiting a kiss but they stop themselves.
“Can I kiss you?” They ask, their voice wavering and quiet.
You nod.
They nod.
You both lean in, eagerly, and end up bumping heads. The both of you laugh. They lean in this time and press a kiss to your lips, allowing them to linger against yours for a little while more before pulling away. They’re blushing again—so are you. They slowly flip over to the other side, their back towards you.
“You're big spoon.” Kris orders.
You laugh again before circling your arms around them and pulling them closer.
“I hope I’m a good Asriel-substitute,” you whisper.
They hum, “You’re not Asriel, you're you.”
Your whole body heats up. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. I’m glad you’re you.”
You laugh into their shoulder. “I’m glad Kris is Kris, too.”
They allow the beat of silence to pass before announcing a “goodnight.”
You hum in response.
That was their first night of good rest in a while.
Coming to Flowery after a long day of one thing after going wrong compounding into the most stressful day you've had in a while, and Flowery using his vines to gently but firmly move your body exactly how he wants you like a doll and cooing about how good you are as he fucks anything even resembling a worry or even a thought out of your silly little head.
You don't need to worry about any of the days troubles. All you need to do is let him move you how he wants and after the day you've had, their's some appeal in having control in someone else's hands.
anon i'm sorry i took so long to get back to you about this because this is PEAK <3
When you're in a bad mood, Flowery is remarkably subdued. You might think that he would rise to the occasion all the more, when all of his jabs are sure to be critical hits. But... Flowery likes you, a whole lot, and he doesn't enjoy seeing you genuinely upset.
"Do you want to talk about it, buttercup?" He asks you instead.
"Not really," you say. "I want to pretend that today never happened. I wish I just couldn't think at all."
Flowery hums in thought for a moment, then smiles softly, extending his hand towards you.
"I might be able to help with that. ...Will you let me?"
You don't even have to bother pulling off your own clothes. Flowery has masterful control over each and every one of his vines. They're slightly warm, the texture soft instead of coarse, made further to your liking. At most, he has to lean forward to tug down a zipper. Instead of sitting down, you're suspended with the strength of the vines alone, swaying a little as you dangle inches off of the ground.
The vines are looped around you a little tighter to provide a comforting squeeze, a grounding pressure. There's still a tightness in your expression that he doesn't like to see. In your head, your worried thoughts have still firmly taken root.
He doesn't let you cum immediately. If there's anything that he's learnt over your body through your experiences together, is that there's nothing that'll get you your brain to focus exclusively on him is need. Flowery knows all of your body's little tells by now. The tip of one of his vines will rub at your sex, the other teasing the most sensitive spot inside of you, vine moving painfully slowly in and out.
In the end, it doesn't take long before you're sniffling and trying to grind your hips into his touch. The vines prevent you from moving.
Flowery shushes you. "Be good. Let me give you the nourishment you need."
As he edges you, with you drooling uselessly around one of the vines stuffed in your mouth, your sex leaking, all you can think about is that he's being so mean. But, at least, you aren't thinking about what's been worrying you, are you?
Where have they been? Oh good lord... They wouldn't scare you this bad, right? Why are they... soaked? Both of them. What the hell happened????
A/N: OMGNRMEMEKTKYKYEKWJEOTJKYKT 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 kris no one can make me stop lovkng you. Omgggg okai soooooo weird route kris, yies
I really get emotional about weird route, and to do this i HAD to watch the weird route again i hate this omg it is physical and mental torture for me my heart breakes everytime i see susie's dialogue ☹️☹️☹️☹️ I'm so sorry it took me so long with this, but school and life are awful!!! I tried my best. 😓 Also, I don't know what's wrong with my Tumblr, but several times my progress has been deleted and I've had to start over in several scenes... That's why it's taking so long too. I'll see how to fix that.
AND sorry for changing the song..... it think this one is more fitting
hope you like this, Emma!
Any errors you find... please write them in the comments so I can edit it 😞😞😞 enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Today was the festival. Everything decorated with all kinds of flags and things, people in costumes, everyone working for everyone, everything beautiful and prepared, the annual event (next to halloween and Christmas), this time with... Noelle and Susie?
The four of you had planned to go to the festival together, get some food, visit the usual attractions... especially get some food. But, Kris hasn't shown up all day.
You, Noelle and Susie managed to get along though. You ate some ice cream together (Noelle's treat), you talked a bit (that typical awkward small talk when you've kinda just met someone, like "how's your project going?" "I heard it's going to rain"), but everything felt... strange. Weird. And both of you and Susie noticed it.
There wasn't much chemistry between you and Susie, she was absolutely more focused on Noelle, who, from what you knew of her, wasn't really acting like herself. It was somewhat unsettling to see her; you didn't quite know how to intervene between them, and the truth is, you didn't want to interfere between them either. You didn't feel like it was a topic you had to get involved in, so it was kind of obvious that at some point you'd get bored and back out. You couldn't blame yourself for that. Susie and Noelle simply decided to go their own way, doing all the festival panoramas together. And just like that, you said your bye-byes and parted ways.
It wasn't the first time you'd spent the festival alone... But you were expecting to be with Kris this time. They promised. Where the hell were they?
With your remaining ice cream cone in hand, you took your cell phone out of your pocket to text them.
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You- hey. where r u?
1:59pm
You- youve taken so long that suz w noell already left:(((
1:59pm
You- theyre being tooooooooooo 2gether, and i HATE thirdwheeling alone, ur torturing me pls show signs of life before you make me worry about whether youre alive
2:00pm
You- u promised to come w me, please send something soon, ill be waiting
2:00pm
You- lov u
2:03pm
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The hours passed, it got later and later. You had stayed with Catti most of the time, sitting on a small chair next to her place in the church. There wasn't much tension between you two; she liked the silence, so it wasn't awkward having you sitting there doing nothing without speaking. You would occasionally ask a few questions, but never too much. You preferred this to hovering over the girls who really seemed to need their alone time. You didn't like to interrupt.
But it kept getting later and later. Each minute felt harder to process, and to stave off boredom you'd find yourself counting down the seconds to the next minute. Even though the clock seemed to be ticking ever slower, making you never on time, down to the exact minute. Catti would sometimes glance at you, but you were too engrossed in your phone to notice, waiting for Kris to reply.
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You- cmon dude, are you even up??????
4:36pm
You- im here with catti (shocker haha), spoken w the people who have come to her stall and no one has seen you
4:36pm
You- im getting really worried, please answer soon
4:36pm
You- miss you
4:37pm
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Anxiety was eating you up; one of your legs was moving up and down, you were constantly opening apps, closing them, opening more, looking around, and going back to your phone. Maybe they were avoiding you. Maybe they didn't want to go out with you after all. Now that you think about it, Kris has been very distant these last few days. They very rarely answer you, or at school they completely avoided you, like every time you showed up they were already leaving, or falling asleep... You have no idea why was that for.
This last week they almosy never reached out to you though, most of the time they did reach out it was very, very late, like 2 AM, and if you were lucky to be awake at those hours, they would keep chatting until you fell asleep hours later. And on one of those chatty nights, they promised to be with you at the festival, since you always spent it alone, with Catti or with your parents helping with the activities; besides, now that they could go out in a group with Susie and Noelle, (whom you've always wanted to get to know better), they had more reasons to go out together.
You couldn't stop thinking about what was happening. You were so tempted to just go to Kris's house and see if they're there, or go out and look for the girls to see if they're with them, which wouldn't be too shocking either. You started biting your nails a little, checking the last hour they were online.
Yesterday 11:56pm.
ooooomyyyyygooooodddddd. You wanted to tear your face off. And finally, you turned off your phone for a while. They'll answer when they want to. You can't deny that worry and anxiety are eating you up inside, ugh. You were exhausted already. Maybe a little miserable. Just a little. You needed to put that cell phone down for a second.
The sunset was falling. Catti and you began putting away the stall's things and helping to clean the church, before each going your own way home. The disappointment you felt inside was indescribable. You'd waited for nothing, and now the festival was almost over. All that was left was the announcement of the Queen and King, and that was it. How awful... You sighed heavily. You didn't even want to think about Kris, to be honest... Although you were worried. And if this wasn't a matter of whether they wanted to or not???? Anyway, they haven't been on their phone in a long time. And they don't usually leave you on read just like that.
You'd better go home, you will call back later. If they don't answer... You'll have to go find them, won't you?
If they were in trouble, perhaaaaps you would be a little less angry. Depends on the type of trouble.
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You- if you dont appear by 7:30, ill be looking for you dreemur.
6:30pm
You- im being serious, i hope youre not pranking me. if you are, im going to be really sad kris.
6:30pm
You- please come back, talk to me. (´;︵;`)
6:31pm
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It's fucking 7:30. You're totally fed up. You check your phone once, and there are no new messages. Lying on your couch at home, you start calling again and again and again and again. If they were asleep, this would wake them up, right?
They didn't answer. Not once.
You tried again. This time trembling a little. You weren't really that angry. You were scared.
It was impossible not to feel fear.
With the cell phone to your ear, you listened to the beeps, each one of them closing your throat a little more, making your eyes sting just a little more. You weren't going to cry, nor going to allow yourself to drop it, something in the darkest recesses of your skull it told you that you shouldn't.
The sunset was already consuming hometown, the orange of the sun setting already passing through the windows of your house and the curtains. The cold too. You could hear a breeze hitting your window, shaking the trees up and down, and that only filled you with more determination. After all, Kris has come to your house to confront you, you had the right to do the same.
You grabbed your jacket hanging on the front door, putting your shoes back on giving them a slight tap on them infront of the entrace, and went out to look for them. You told them. You warned them. This was completely justified. Totally.
You left your house hugging your coat as the breeze hit your body, tousling your hair. The air felt ominous, as if it was telling you an unintelligible secret about what you were looking for, what you wanted to know, but all you could get out of it was the sound of the leaves leaving from its branches to crash against the ground. It made you feel even more nervous than you already were.
With a somewhat trembling and frightened step you walked to the Dreemur's house, your breath shaking slightly, you were terrified to death after all, you didn't know what to expect. What would you do if they were avoiding you? What would you do if they weren't and something had happened to them? What would you do if they answered the door?
You raised your fist, already a little chapped from the cold, staring holes into the door. You could feel your heart pounding in your eardrums, how it rumbled, how it closed your throat, how it moved strands of hair in front of your eyes. You wished that was the only thing making you feel so overwhelmed.
You knocked on the door a few times, with a rather modest force.
But no one answered.
You knocked, again, louder, shouting "hello?" facing upwards at their windows as you did so, resting your fist on the wood of the door.
But nobody came.
Your eyes became a little blurry, your chest began to close slightly, and when you tried to take a deep breath, you only managed a few disordered and trembling breaths. Your throat was burning. But you swallowed it. You swallowed it all anyway. You pulled back, kicked a rock on the ground, and started walking down the only path there was in front of you. You could only feel how your nails were trying to pierce the skin of your palms.
They must be somewhere else.
They must be somewhere.
The smell of the lake made you feel sick.
You searched everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. There wasn't a single sign of where they were.
Why were they doing this to you? You couldn't help but put your hands over your face and take a deep breath. You wanted to drown in these sorrows, wake up and find it was all just a dream... You'd still be furious at them even if it was a dream. They're mentally torturing you.
As you walked, you couldn't help but stifle a few sobs, small and silent, You felt humiliated, as if these sobs didn't deserve to be heard, as if it were your fault. Your legs felt weak from searching so much, and not finding anything. The wind grew colder, the sky darker, as if the breeze wanted to grab you by the neck and kill you. Or rather, you wanted to do that to yourself. Or to them. It didn't matter much. You were just too tired.
Your body wandered aimlessly, clutching your torso tightly against the cold and the sorrow; perhaps if you squeezed yourself a little tighter, you would begin to cry inconsolably.
Even though you didn't want to go home, hear your parents ask how the festival went, and have to talk about this day. Your felt yourself being dragged to the lake, sitting close to the water, almost where it could touch you.
This place smelled like them. Maybe they passed through here. Maybe. You felt a greater sorrow than anywhere else in town. Was it your grief? You wanted to think that was it.
You hugged your knees, hid your face in them, and felt like the air in your lungs couldn't take any more and you started to deflate. Your tears staining your clothes, your hair covering your eyes, your hands trembling at your sides. At least nobody would hear you here, right?
The screen cut to black.
The underwater static felt like a direct hit to Kris's brain, who was still doing all they could to keep Noelle's head above water...
Although they were already too deep for it to work.
It hadn't been that long since they had fully submerged, but still, it felt like they had been centuries ago, burning in the hell that was made for them. They felt the darkness at the bottom of the lake trying to grab and drag them to the bottom, to the darkest depths. They couldn't get there. They weren't going to allow it.
It hurt. God, it hurt.
They felt as if they had been freed from a weight that had controlled them for eternity, but had replaced it with his lungs filling with water. They knew that if they tried to breathe a little longer, they would end up dead, so they gritted their teeth with all the strength they had left, and clasped their hands together, grabbing Noelle, and they tried to swim upwards, seeing a tiny bit of light above their heads.
It felt like they were in a giant fish tank, a glass above, with static that disoriented every nerve inside their head.
They coughed. They coughed once more. The water filled their organs more and more. Perhaps there wasn't much hope. Their sins were trying to grab them by the ankles, to sink them deeper than the amount they swam upwards.
What else was there for them on the surface?
...
You.
That was it.
They felt water everywhere they shouldn't have been. Their shoes were slipping off as they kicked and screamed. They couldn't stay like this. Even though the calm that came from the lack of oxygen seemed to be calling them to stop. To let go. To fall into darkness.
But you weren't there.
And it didn't matter how much pain it was going to take. How much they would have to sacrifice. They could hear your voice from afar, as if they were raising their hand and reaching the surface to take yours. They wanted to believe you'd be there. That you'd always be there. And they fought. And they would continue fighting for everything that mattered.
The water didn't pull anymore. It pressed. Like a hand on Kris's back, pushing them down.
Noelle was dead weight in their arms. So small. So cold. Holding her up took everything Kris had left. But they couldn't leave her like that. They couldn't let her die. They just couldn't. They wouldn't let her go.
Their lungs were full of fire. Every second they didn't breathe hurt more.
The dark was getting comfortable. Warm. Quiet. So peaceful... Like a final embrace. A whisper of eternal calm, of rest, that everything would be alright. That they could let her go, that they could let you go, that they could stop moving.
And for a moment, Kris almost succumbed to temptation.
But then, a flicker.
Far above. A break in the black. Light. Thin. Shaking. A reflection of the sunset light. Dancing on the surface like it was mocking them.
They could not give up, not for you. Not yet.
But it was there. Hope. How close that light could be. Even if it was an endless journey, they had to give their all.
Kris's legs moved. Not a kick. A twitch. And it hurt. He felt a giant cramp throughout his body, how his veins were beginning to stop pumping blood, and that it was over. But they weren't going to give up.
Again.
Water in their throat.
Again.
Fire in their chest.
Each movement was a war, each inch up felt like pulling a mountain with their teeth. Noelle's hair floated around Kris's face. Her chest wasn't moving. Kris tightened their arms around her and pressed her closer. She could feel his heart still beating faintly, very faintly. They could still do it.
The light got bigger. Closer. It hurt to look at. It hurt not to.
Kris kicked.
Nothing.
They were running out of time. A ringing sound filled their ears, causing them to clench his jaw even tighter and involuntarily suck in a little more water.
But then...
The water moved. A current, weak, meaningless, like the lake had finally given up, like it understood.
It pushed.
An inch.
Up.
Stupid. Weak. But an inch.
And an inch was enough. Because an inch turned into two.
And two turned into the surface.
Kris's hand broke the water first. Cold air hit their skin and it burned, then they pushed, with everything that was left. With everything that wasn't theirs, but yours.
Noelle's head broke the water. Gasp. A choked, terrible, beautiful gasp. Even though she was still half unconscious, they managed it.
Kris shoved her up higher. Got her under the arms. Like when they had just sunk, just like that, so that she wouldn't drown. Held her there until she was floating on her own. Coughing. Sputtering. Breathing. Alive.
And only then, only when they knew she was okay... Did Kris let their own head come up.
Air hit them like a punch. They doubled over, vomiting lake water. Coughing until their ribs screamed. Shaking so hard their teeth chattered.
Purple; lips, fingers, everything was purple. Pins and needles all over their body. Every muscle on fire. They don't know how long they were underwater, but definitely long enough. No idea how they still haven't fainted.
But the light was real, the air was real, and Noelle was breathing next to them.
So Kris kicked. Slow. Shaking. Toward the shore. The water didn't pull anymore. It was liberating. Still coughing up a little water now and then, but they were alive. They'd made it. For you. They couldn't wait to see you.
The more they kicked towards the shore, the more their vision became blurry, the weaker their grip on Noelle's body behind them became, as their legs stopped responding.
Thankfully, they felt the rocks under their feet; they started walking, managing to see you in the distance. Their bodies filled with adrenaline just from seeing your figure, they started running with all their might, the water going from their neck down to reaching their knees the closer they got, one of their arms instinctively trying to reach you.
The sound of the movement in the distance made you lift your face, your pupils narrowing the second you saw Kris giving it their all, with a unconscious Noelle on their back.
They coughed as they walked, the purple in their skin was visible from miles away, and while they plodded, it looked like they might suddenly fall to one side, but you didn't wait another second. Your body sprang to its feet with the speed of light from when you saw them, screaming their name as you started running in their direction. Your voice escaped from your lips, until it reached and echoed inside Kris's skull. Finally, a sound other than water.
The lake soaked you completely with the speed at which you went to look for them, with all the water splashing all over your clothes. You did your best to reach them as quickly as possible, to hold them, to receive them. Your body couldn't take it, and you could see that the more you got closer, Kris's body couldn't take any more either.
Until they really couldn't hold themselves anymore, collapsing in front of you. Close enough for you to caught them.
They could feel your heart, beating like crazy; so different from theirs, that it was beating so slowly you could barely count it. Their body crumbled against yours, as if the water were slowly dissolving them against your body, Noelle falling to one side from their back (you managed to grab her with one hand and placed her in a way that prevented her from drowning, floating beside you, her back against the sand). Kris's arms were slouched on your shoulders rapidly, their head too, while your own arms gripped their abdomen, preventing them from falling anywhere but on top of you.
You embraced them as if they were going to die. You actually thought that was going to happen, trembling at the mere thought. You didn't even realize when the shock hit your brain, but your own breathing was just as desperate as theirs, trying to process what was happening.
"I did it."
For you, it meant. For you, and for Noelle. For themselves. They did it.
That's all that was going through Kris's head, whispering a small cry, along with a thousand "thank you, thank you, thank you" crashing into your neck with their lips, near your jaw, going straight up to your ear.
And perhaps... a small and fragile "I love you", just as small and fragile as they were in your arms.
Their body started to completely collapse, changing from their gratitud with a whisper tona thousand apologies to the air, their voice cracking, their fingers clutching your hair, hiding their face in the small space between their arms and your shoulder.
You could feel their tears. You could feel their sobs, their breath filled with sorrow and despair, you had never heard Kris like this. You had never heard them cry. Ever.
And you couldn't help but cry with them.
You definitely couldn't understand anything that had happened today. Completely. Nothing at all. You were terrified of whatever had happened. Whatever it was that took Kris and Noelle to the lake, whatever made Kris cry; from their monotonous face to so many tears falling behind your neck and your clothes. It broke your heart. But at least they were safe now.
You were terrified. Whatever it was that took Kris and Noelle to the lake, whatever made Kris cry; from their monotonous face to so many tears falling behind your neck and your clothes. It broke your heart.
The cold finally hit you both, and Kris's shuddering became even more noticeable against your skin, feeling so violent and painful against your chest. Like their whole body was trying to break apart. But you didn't let go. You couldn't.
Your eyes moved to Noelle. Still fainted on the ground. Not moving.
Then back to Kris. To the water still dripping from their hair, down their neck, soaking you both. To their lips. They were blue. Too blue. And their breathing... it wasn't right. It was wet. Heavy. Wrong.
What happened?
What the hell happened at the lake?
Did they almost drown? Did Noelle—
Just thinking about the possibilities made it harder to swallow, and holding Kris in your arms became more difficult. It seemed like they was getting more and more out of it.
But you couldn't ask.
They couldn't really answer.
They were barely holding on.
Your heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Your hands were shaking. One of them was already in your pocket, fumbling for your phone, soaked and cold and almost useless. You couldn't believe how useless you felt at that moment. There were so many things on your mind, and you couldn't distinguish any one of them from the others. You wanted to help, to get Kris and Noelle to safety... But your phone wasn't responding.
