Tenna is cat coded in the sense of which when you’re trying to get stuff done or relax then all of a sudden you have his bright ass screen in your face or smth. It’s not out of malice or for the sake of annoyance, Tenna just really likes spending time with you.
I imagine he’s one of those partners who simply enjoy being around their lover no matter the situation. He’d watch you file paperwork or something with the happiest smile on his face bc he’s spending time with the partner.
Although it’s domineering and kinda nerve wracking since Tenna looms behind you. Especially if he’s your boss in this case, like yes it’s great that you wanna hang out but bro I’m this close to crying my eyes out bc what if I fuck up and you witness it?
“THE PRINCESS AND THE LOYAL KNIGHT” (KRIS DREEMURR X MALE!READER).
Chapter one: A Town Called Hometown.
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(7/27/26-8/8/26)
Before You and Your Family lived in HomeTown, You guys actually lived in different area which was in city and somewhat far from Hometown.
You didn’t mind living the city since You get free items from your father’s company and your mother’s business (yes, she does have business but a small one though). By your father, his attention can be bad or can be good, he is very unpredictable at times, he would spend his money on You and Your siblings so You guys can be intellectually better than other kids in school, activities, and talents.
Your dad can be weird about stuff. You know how he can get about you and your siblings NEEDING to be better than other kids.
There are pros and cons of living in the city. The pros are: Number 1, getting out of school then go to cafe get some food and drink to eat. Number 2, getting out of school and go over to your younger siblings’s school to pick them up. Number 3, You and Your siblings can get food together and go to Flim’s best friend’s house to stay at their place when your parents lock you guys out by ‘accident’. Number 4, You are around people who are gifted like you.
The cons are: Number 1, At night, when you try to sleep at night: you can hear cars honking each other out of anger or whatever. Number 2, in the morning, you can hear neighbors fighting/arguing each other over dumb stuff (ex: getting divorced or getting cheated on, etc). Number 3, People catcalled on your older sister since she was nine years old and you were at times since you look like girl, you want to strangle that guy when you were younger (your siblings told you about this story). Number 4, you get into school fights with other nerds over specific topics/things, you wanted to show them that you were right about specific topics. You lived the city for most of your childhood with your older siblings and for your younger siblings lived there for a few years, not much for them.
(This is when you are 8, when u move) Anyway, your father wanted to move out of the city to go to a suburban area since your father’s older brother (or uncle) is in a town called Hometown. The reason your father wanted to move in the town: he can show off that he has better kids, better wife, better job and better house than his older brother.
Nevertheless you and your family started to pack your clothes, items, furniture, etc so y’all don’t leave anything behind since most of your stuff cost expensive as hell. Took a few days to moved to the town since your father wanted to drive there THAN HIRING SOMEONE TO DO THE WORK FOR YOU GUYS- whatever, just waste of time for you guys staying in the car for long time.
To be fair, you didn’t like being around your parents since they were mostly just quiet which might be way worse than them having yelling matches with each other. You guys got to your house which is middle of the forest/woods, you are starting to unpacking your personal possessions as your siblings did the same. It took a few hours to unpack, choose their assign rooms by your father, etc. it took while but nevertheless, you got time leftover to kill. You decided to explore hometown alone since you were bored and your father wanted you out of the house with the twins, Melody and Gadget (at the time, you guys call him gadget btw) since your parents want to talk to your older siblings about something.
You and your siblings are walking around town since the younger ones are curious about their new home. Melody looked excited to be far from the city since the city’s life is quite hard for them to deal with. You and siblings keep working until they both see a group who are sitting or sprawled on the fresh grass as the sun shining down on the them which is the group of four were gathered there without any plans, just having fun with each other?
You can do that? No schedule? No plans that are planned ahead for you?
You can have fun? Well, you know that you can have ‘fun’ but it is so rare for you and your family to just have fun together or have fun on your own. You heard this idea of having fun.
You and your siblings decided to hide behind the trees to watch the group of four were gathered and just chilling, playing, and talking to each other so…
Normally.
It might seem silly to the public eye, yes but to give you credits, when you got out of the womb, you were forced to work at day one (same to your siblings, ofc). So, having fun is foreign concept for you and your siblings. You and your siblings watched the group of four just drawn together by the rare warmth of the afternoon, talking to each other about their days or tell each other stories or just random things to talk about something happened in their lives.
Oh only if you got this luxury like them.
There is a small deer which is called Noelle (which you overheard) just
sat cross-legged next to dark brown dear who comfortably lied down. Then there is other two people, one is a goat and one is a human with red horns.
There is human in this town?
You thought you and your family were only humans in this town but nevertheless, you are intrigued by the human with the red horns. The white goat lounged with his back, as a human leaned quietly against the goat’s side who you assumed they are close since the human is leaning against the goat with content in the closeness.
You and siblings were being…to be blunt being the little stalkers you were.
Being creeps, watching the group of four having fun without knowing you, Melody and gadget were there. Like moths being attracted to light but with the word and visual version of fun.
The human leaned quietly against their brother's side, content in the closeness. The human was content for good 10 minutes until they noticed you and your siblings who are in the sideway watching them creepily in their opinion. You got nervous so you move yourself to hide yourself and you forced your siblings to hide themselves too since it would looked strange for you guys. You and your siblings feel nervous now since you guys can hear some footsteps walking towards you and your siblings.
Gulp.
Your younger brother made a loud ass gulp noise. You are going to strangle your brother for making a noise. Their laughter and joy were contagious that died down because of you and your siblings being stalkers. Nevertheless, the group of four (mostly the oldest ones) found you guys since your younger sister, Melody’s hat is big as hell and you can see it behind the tree. You three got in trouble with them and got scolded for your behavior since it is creepy and somewhat stalker-ish but Asriel looked at you guys then smiled at you and your siblings then let you guys be part of the group since you and siblings are quite new in the town and Noelle patted a seat next to her for you as your siblings sat next you. You learned their names which were Asriel, December, Noelle and Kris then you and your siblings told them, your names.
“I’m Melody and this is my twin brother, Gadget! And this is Dotcom!”
You waved awkwardly as you look at Asriel and December but then looked at Kris and Noelle. You were intrigued by Kris mostly since they are only human in town before you came around! You want to know more about them.
That day felt like forever for you In a good way but you sometimes miss that day since it was simple and you could be yourself in public. You and (sometimes) your siblings join you to spent the afternoon together, and the day after that, and the following days after. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months — You and the group were inseparable. At some time, Dess (which is nickname for her) would teach all of the group how to weave/make a flower crown, her fingers nimble and sure, and so perfect. You looked at her fingers, Dess is so perfect the way she showing others how to make/weave the flower crown and teach others about it. You sometimes wish how to do it but it is surprising hard for you and your siblings to do it (but again, this is hobby not a job). You would remember how you and Kris would giggle childishly whenever your flower crown would fall apart. You were never really good at arts and crafts but would make sense for you since you only do your job and nothing more than that. You had so much fun making them to the point you decided to teach yourself how to properly weave one when you were in your room but you did also teach your siblings how to make the flower crown too! (They had fun making flower crown with you in your room). One day, You and your siblings went to one of their hangout spots (with the group), You and melody, gadget were excited to give the group the flower crowns since they all worked so hard for it especially in secretly from your parents. When they got there, Melody gives Dess and Noelle flower crowns, Gadget gives Asriel flower crown which Asriel loves his flower crown, he gives gadget an affectionate head-pat. You walked up to Kris with flower crown in your hands, you give Kris the flower crown then you smiled shyly at them since you had a small crush on them when you were younger Kris felt themselves heating up by your actions (look at you, you flirter!), Kris looked down at the flower crown in their hand and feeling the flowers up. Kris is looking down at your offering for them then they looked back at you. Kris decided to put it on you and told you:
“It…look better on you than me.”
You feel your face heated up by their words. You noticed the way Kris stared at you with their rose colored eyes. You can tell Kris feel a bit flustered by their own words until their brother starts teasing them about giving you the flower crown and put it on you. Your younger siblings (Melody & Gadget) are rooting for you and Kris to be together just to embarrass you.
Everything was great and joyful for you and your siblings to play and hangout with the group of four! You enjoy hanging with Kris and Noelle (to be fair, they are the same age as you so, you quite match them well). For your older siblings (Film & Mutation), they had fun with Dess and Asriel since they were the same age and they both can similar interests. For your younger siblings, they had fun playing or hanging out with you and Kris, Noelle! The friend group is great together but that all in the past now. After Dess died and Film killing herself (which nobody knows in town except for you and your older brother, your parents of course), and Asriel moved to the college, Noelle spent less with the group because of Noelle’s mother and Noelle is getting busy with grief for her older sister with her family. And not the mention, your family are getting quite popular or well known in town which cause you and your siblings (mostly you) started changing your names to be more normal since your names are unhinged as hell especially to the public eye (which is good move).
However, as time passed the group slowly began to fall apart. This caused you to begin to overthink and feel anxious and dreadful about what the future of your relationship/friendship with Kris and Noelle may look like. But you and Kris talked to each other (if you have the time due to your schedule started getting busy) and made promise to each other of not leave each other.
But sadly, didn’t worked out for you and Kris due to your lack of time for Kris and Noelle (to be fair, she is quite busy too).
It would make you feel bad for Kris since you didn’t follow through with your promise this time around, Reader.
During middle school, you were yourself for while since YOU weren’t quite popular like your older sister, Film or popular as melody due to Melody sing beautifully for the talent show which got her popular and for Film, she got popular for her short, slient film in her school (and out of school since someone according it on their camera). You were yourself for good while until late 6th to early 7th grade, you did full 680 in school since you got popular for your computer skills of giving your computer sentient (you still have the computer in your room btw) so, you got popular for your skills online like your siblings. You forced to get change your hairstyle to pigtails and you had to change your clothing style, you had to change your personality for the public’s eye which you did.
Everyone around you didn’t really care if you changed since they weren’t so close to you so, they didn’t noticed your change of behavior except for your two, close (or used to be close) friends of yours.
Kris and Noelle. When they both saw your changed of behavior.
For Noelle, she is confused about your change of behavior but she didn’t want to say anything about it since you were probably trying to protect yourself from other people since your getting a popular and noticed by others but again, it is her idea or theory that she had since she hasn’t been around since start of middle school so, she doesn’t know you anymore.
For Kris, they were…unsettled by you- well, your new self. Kris knows how strange you are when you get excited talk about marine animals/life (or anything about marine biology), Kris knows or at least, knew how you tap your feet when your annoyed at people who is being slow or just not moving. Kris remembered your habits but yet, you are different from yourself.
Kris doesn’t know you anymore.
Does it bother you? Yes, it does. But you must keep up with your public image.
So, you just ignore the discomfort from your ‘audience’ and keep going.
You keep this role up for the whole of your middle school until you were pulled out of school to be moved to different school- well, homeschool. Your father wanted to use you and milk you dry for all you worth for your skills. Ever since you got pulled out of school, things have changed for you, Kris and Noelle. Kris and Noelle ever saw you at school anymore, well, at least in middle school.
During this time, your mother popped out your little sister which is Intestines “Doctor” Known which is unhinged ass name but again, this is your parents that we are talking about. You were surprised that your parents still making kids but again, you know how your father is. You helped taking care of the baby with your mother, Marcus since your mother can be quite emotionally unstable sometimes so you and your older brother have to take the baby to safety sometimes.
During your homeschool days, life was your own personal hell. Part of this was due to your father. A cruel yet deceptive man, he would use your innocent skin as an ash tray for any small offense. Even though he was brutal towards you, you were desperate to impress him, so you tried, by showing your codes for your computer (the same one that you brought to life) but the man just stared at you with cold glare. But on rare occasions he would get close to hug you and praise you for your skills and efforts for your computer.
Your father confused you.
This man could break you down, destroy everything you loved, and the next day, would love on you like the previous day was for naught.
You would fight with him with your claws or you would bite inside of your cheek to shut up and listen to your father’s rant like you did with your mother’s rants.
One time, he locked you in a closet to make you think about your actions and your behavior.
Another time, he verbally abused you and mentally abused you as you tried to do your job as computer scientist and at the same time, doing robotic engineering.
Or what he would do to you is using you like a human cigarette ashtray.
You have so many cigarette burns on your arms especially on your forearms.
Your father was physically, psychologically, and emotionally abusive.
He broke your mental state, piece by piece during your homeschooling life.
If you’re wondering why your siblings didn’t speak up about your abuse or their abuse, well…they are afraid of your parents (mostly your dad) so they never speak out about it. At least, your father doesn’t homeschool you personally, he bring the highest levels of tutors to teach you about your profession and basic school needs (ex: math, science, English, etc) but on a high academic level so you can be academically gifted and be educated more than your peers.
After a few years of being homeschooled (and Lily growing up pretty well), your parents talked and decides to put you back to school so they wouldn’t look weird, this is mostly for public looks. (During mid high school, this is where your father gone missing and you had new siblings now).
Anyway, you went to your freshmen year to meet your new classmates until you saw them.
Kris and Noelle.
You were going to get close to them to talk to them both but brunch of your classmates started crowded you to talk about your computer coming to ‘alive’ and other things with you since you are rich and popular as hell! But it okay though since you go over to Kris and Noelle’s house for events though, it is okay though! You will talk to them soon.
But there is Susie. You hate her- well, hated her since she bullied you but you did fight back which you guys get in trouble for good 5 times in month.
You didn’t got any chance to talk to Kris or Noelle, hell not even Berdly! But around late freshman to early sophomore, your popularity calmed down finally during high school.
When you try talk to Kris to reset your relationship with them but with your new personality, your new look, your new SELF!
Maybe, Kris would love- I mean like you.
So you try to talk to them which they do talk to you back but they were mostly unsettled by your new self but they want be around you. Even if you’re being fake.
Kris and your’s relationship has changed for the better or for the worse.
Yet, you are still clinging onto them since you feel guilty.
You won’t there when Kris needs you during their parents divorce.
You won’t there when they need someone talk to or need a shower cry on. You feel guilty about it since you USED to so close to them not your not.
You won’t there but you are here now.
And you’re not leaving them behind.
Not again.
Even if they don’t want you there, you are not going to leave them.
Even if they have feelings for someone else, you are not going to leave them.
Even they push you away, you are not going to leave them.
Even if someone try push you away from Kris, you are not going leave them.
Not even a second.
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A/N: I got a lazy at the end, sorry guys but took me weeks to finish this fuck ass chapter. If this chapter is posted first then the next page going be information dump about HCS, a bit of your family lore (?) and mostly about your siblings Since you have seven siblings yk…
Ps: my fanfic is on A03, Wattpad and Trumblr! So, my writing can change a bit depending upon where I am writing in!
Another hypno Tenna ramble (on the possessive and obsessive side of things-)
Reader who is squeamish and absolutely does anything to evade Tenna’s grasp when he’s trying to entrance you. You play a tv’s game show one time and all of a sudden you’re in the middle of a kidnapping plot.
Tenna has tried everything possible to make it more comfortable and compelling for you, saying that you’ll feel so much better! It’s just like watching a scary movie at first, it’s scary at first but then you start to enjoy it! Besides you can trust him, he’s the Mr. Ant Tenna! He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less you.
This all leads to Tenna restraining you or putting you in some form of bondage. Obviously it’s nothing sexual or uncomfortable, just something to make the show run a lil easier. It could be stuff like film reels, regular rope (but it’s nicer bc Tenna hates to hurt you physically) or Tenna uses himself. Like his power cord tail! Easy on the skin, nothing too tight but firm enough and you can do stuff like cuddle! Or he uses his other set of arms (god Tenna with 4 arms I’m salivating-) and holds you tightly in his grasp.
Even better when you start to melt and yearn for his physical affection while underneath the hypnosis. Something about holding his large fingers and kissing them, Tenna petting your head with his thumb. He feels so good about it, smiling and kissing your cheeks as you sluggishly return the affection. Nobody got hurt, Tenna didn’t have to fight and now you definitely aren’t leaving him anytime soon. It’s just you, him and late night runs on the tv
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.
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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.
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"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..?
