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Yandere alphabet for Kris Dreemmurr from Deltarune!

Affection: How does the hero show love? How intense is it?

I think Kris would show love through their actions, as they are quiet and reserved. The phrase "actions speak louder than words" fits them perfectly. At first, their actions may seem cute, friendly, and naive. However, as time goes on, you may not notice how they become more intrusive.

Blood: How dirty are they willing to get when it comes to their love?

I don't think Kris would get that dirty. I don't think they would kill. But they would definitely be willing to drop everything during a fight if it meant going with you or protecting you.

Cruelty: How will they treat their beloved after they are kidnapped; will they abuse her?

After the kidnapping (They will probably lock you in a dark world somewhere in a castle, with shackles on your legs and arms.) They will be more or less attentive. Why, when there are such strong chains? They will take care of you, feeding you with a spoon and treating you to whatever you want (if you are obedient). As for mocking, I don't think they would do that. Yes, there will be punishment for disobedience, but Kris is unlikely to mock you, either verbally (insults) or physically (special injuries under the pretext that they were done accidentally).

Darling: Will they do anything against the beloved's will besides kidnapping?

As before, they will simply chain your legs and arms to the wall. However, if you try to persuade them (talk to them somehow and ask them to release you), they may release you. However, they will be nearby, as they believe you will escape.

Exposed: how much they open their heart to their lover, how vulnerable they are with them.

I think that Kris is open with you, but not to the point where they can express their thoughts through words or actions. However, there is a period of time when they are truly vulnerable - when they are tearing their soul out. They cannot maintain constant control, and sooner or later, they will tear their soul out. You are undoubtedly present, causing his obsession with you to grow with each passing minute.

Fight: What will they feel if their lover fights back?

Kris will feel some kind of sadness and resentment. If their obsession is deep, they may become aggressive and may lock you up alone and chain you to something.

Game: Do they consider this a game; how much do they enjoy watching their lover try to escape?

Once again, Kris is under the player's eternal control, and they are unsure whether their feelings for you are genuine or just another game. Therefore, they will doubt themselves throughout your relationship. However, they do not appreciate your attempts to escape. Kris may become more gloomy, serious, and aggressive (if their obsession with you is deep.)

Hell: What is the most unpleasant experience their lover will have with them?

The unpleasant experience is when you try to escape from them. Kris may simply ignore you and your attempts to change their minds and free them if you continue to try to carry out your escape plans.

Ideals: What is the future they see with their lover?

At the moment, Kris is not thinking about this due to the player's control over them. How can they think about such a future with you when they are being controlled by someone behind the fourth wall?

Jealousy: Are they jealous, aggressive, or coping?

Kris is under control, but they can still feel emotions, even though they appear calm and serene. They can certainly feel jealous. As mentioned earlier, they may also become aggressive. They can cope with jealousy for a while, but they may eventually lose their composure. (Let's remember Burdley.)

Kisses: how do they behave around or with their lover?

With you, Kris is often quiet and calm, as he is with others, but if you are in private, your time together will be filled with embraces, no matter how obsessive or clingy they may be.

Love letters: how will they court and approach their lover?

Kris expresses his feelings through actions rather than words. Therefore, they would protect you in the Dark World, help you complete quests, increase your HP, and more in the Light World. They would also accept hugs from you, even though they are not particularly fond of physical contact with others.

Mask: Is their behavior/personality very different from how they behave with others?:

Yes, definitely. Kris is the only human among the monsters, and imagine what it would be like to see someone like that. And of course, they will be excited at the beginning of your relationship. As your relationship progresses from acquaintances to friends and then to lovers, you will notice that they are a little needy and hungry for attention and physical contact. A small part of them tells them that this is what they need. And even if it was considered wrong, they wouldn't care. Like, they know that moss is not supposed to be eaten, but they still do it and don't care. (or if we recall a moment from their childhood, according to others. They often misbehaved and did small pranks, but they didn't care and did it knowing it was wrong)

Naughty: What will they call their beloved?

It's a bit difficult, perhaps. They won't mind if you call them "bunny," "sunshine," and so on. However, don't expect them to call you that. Due to their silence, they won't address you in such a manner. Nevertheless, you'll see their smile.

Oppression: How many rights will they take away from their beloved?

Kris may only take away the right to move and freedom if you're too persistent in trying to escape. The sword in the Dark World and the knife under the pillow are not just for show, my dear. They can be used.

Patience: How patient are they?

As mentioned earlier, they may be patient with you, but they may become irritated and lose control over time.

Quit: Will they be able to move on if their beloved dies, leaves, or successfully escapes?

No, definitely not. How can they move on when they have lost someone as special and valuable as their beloved? Kris may not be able to move on morally, but they will have to due to the player's control. They will be desperate to get you back, barely able to hide their emotions.

Regret: Will they feel guilty for the kidnapping; will they let their beloved go?:

They probably won't feel guilty for the kidnapping, but they might have doubts about it. Is this a cruel decision by the player? Or is it true? However, they might also feel that it's necessary. It's all for the sake of safety, right?

Stigma: What led to this character's personality? (Childhood, character, etc.):

It's likely that they were left alone. Toriel and Azgor are divorced, and they have their own problems. Azriel has left and rarely visits them in the summer. Kris are quiet and have difficulty making friends (and they are also controlled by the player). Most importantly, they are surrounded by monsters, while they are human. And then, oh my God, a human like them appears! It's such a relief! And they don't mind being friends with them. It's like a chance for them to find happiness.

Tears: How do they feel when they see their lover screaming, crying, and/or isolating themselves?:

They may feel guilty. However, they may also become aggressive if you persist in isolating yourself. Initially, Kris would try to reassure you that it's for your own good and safety. However, they may become tired and question whether it's just another game. Nevertheless, they will be torn apart if they witness your attempts to isolate yourself.

Unique: Will they do something different from the classic yandere?

In principle, no. But if they did, it would be without the player's control.

Vice: What weakness can the beloved use to escape?

You can escape by taking advantage of the moment when Kris is tearing out their soul. At that moment, they are very weak and vulnerable. Remember the moment when they tore out their soul in the bathroom, and they had difficulty walking normally.

Wit's end: Will they ever cause pain to their beloved?:

Perhaps, and then unconsciously or under the player's control. They can also be manipulative. In the Dark World, during combat, due to control and the impossibility of extracting a soul, they may aggressively swing their sword, and you may accidentally get hit.

Xoanon: How much will they honor or worship their beloved, and what will they do for her?:

Well, it's unlikely that they will worship her. But they will consider you a family member who helps them on their journey, even when they are under the player's full control. They may go to great lengths for your sake, but they may also threaten potential suitors with a sword. Again, it is impossible to understand whether their actions are forced or not.

Yearn: How long will they yearn for their beloved before they break down?:

If you're from their world, they might be able to tolerate it for a while. Maybe a week or so. They do have some patience. But their patience is running out, and they're breaking down before they find ways to keep you close. If you're the player, they'll tolerate it even more. The game isn't over yet, and you'll come back to play! And if a lot of time passes (three or four years), they're already eager and desperate for you to enter the game again and take control of them like you did the first time.

Zenith: Will they ever break their lover?

As previously mentioned, Kris is a manipulator. There may be hints of violence in your relationship, but you will feel that the actions are necessary.

Sorry if it so cringe 🥲

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guy that thinks more than they speak vs guy that doesnt think before they speak (although frisk wouldve still said that even if they thought it through lol) prev

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I also posted my most recent fic to ao3 if you guys want to read it there

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67937966

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Like an Animal

Vampire Kris x GN Reader

4k words

Desc: You’re the first real human to move into town, and Kris is made painfully aware of you

Tags: Monsters don’t bleed (we’re ignoring that one scene in ch4), Vampire Kris, This is basically just one big Twilight reference, MC is a little bit of a dumbass, Everybody is a dumbass in this story

CW: Blood (obviously) and some suggestive themes.

When you were first told that you would be moving into a monster town, you were scared out of your mind.

You’ve lived around monsters in your old city, but you didn’t know what to expect being one of the only humans there, standing out like a sore thumb.

But the mayor assured you that you wouldn’t be the only one.

Apparently, there was another human there who was around your age.

That relieved some of your nerves, it also gave you some excitement about who they were.

That excitement faded quickly.

It has now been three months since you’ve first moved in. Surprisingly, you fit in quickly, finding new friends and even forgetting the worries you once had.

You very quickly became familiar with everyone in Hometown.

Well at least almost everyone, there was this one person who you couldn’t reach no matter how hard you tried.

Kris Dreemurr.

They were the only other human in town, so naturally you tried to make a connection with them.

But whenever you tried to talk to them at school, they always either pretended to be busy or give you short, one-word responses until you got discouraged and went away.

It wasn’t even as if they acted like this with everyone; after school, you’d see them chatting and hanging out with some of your mutual friends.

It was almost as if they were purposefully avoiding you for some reason.

Kris wasn’t like the other humans you were used to. There were some things you quickly noticed about them through observation.

Like how they frequently visited the hospital after school, even if there were no patients there.

They also refused to take their hoodie off their head, creating a natural shadow over their eyes.

The strangest thing of all, however, was that one time in chemistry class. You were working with glass beakers with your assigned partner Berdly.

As Alphys was demonstrating what to do, Berdly raised his hand with inhuman speed to make a comment. His wing unfortunately bumped into you, making the beaker you were holding bump against the counter.

The sound of glass shattering filled the small classroom.

You gripped your wrist as you suddenly felt a sharp pain run through you.

You look down to see a giant gash on your palm. Your hand was bleeding… a lot.

Berdly quickly turned around and rushed out a string of frantic apologies as the other students gathered around you.

“Oh shoot…” Your teacher fidgeted with her hands, you could tell she wasn’t equipped to deal with a human student suddenly bleeding out.

“D-do we need to bring you to the nurse—”

“Kris would know what to do.” Noelle said without question as she frantically wrapped paper towels around your wound, very obviously trying her best not to throw up.

“R-right!” Alphys frantically looked around the classroom, “...Does anyone know where Kris went?”

Kris was nowhere to be found.

“Uhm-” Alphys muttered. “D-do you want someone to go to the nurse with you?”

You look up at her.

“I think I’ll be fine, it doesn’t hurt that—”

“I’LL GO!” Berdly yells, pointing his finger at the ceiling in a triumphant pose.

He dramatically kneeled at your feet with one leg, as if he was proposing to you. “It’s the least I could do after causing you so much harm…” He held your hand into his wing.

You looked over at Noelle for help, but she was currently gagging over the trashcan in the corner while Catti held her hair back.

“...G-great! I’ll call the nurse and tell her you’ll be there. Thank you, Berdly.” Alyphys let out a sigh of relief.

You silently groaned, how you wished Kris took you instead.

—

As the two of you walked over to the nurse's office, you overheard a conversation happening from one of the empty classrooms.

There were two voices. One familiar, one not.

“Ms.Toriel, I understand your concerns but we can't just kick a student out of school–”

“This is a life or death situation!” A loud slam on a desk thundered from the other side of the door. You quickly hurry on, catching up to Berdly.

The school nurse sent you home with some bandages and an ice pack, you lived pretty near the school, so you decided to just walk to your house.

Berdly did give out the offer to walk home with you, but the nurse quickly shut him down, reminding him he wasn’t allowed to skip class.

You let out a sigh as you silently thank her.

It was autumn, so the sun set earlier than usual. You put your hands in your pockets as you left the school, feeling the cold breeze in your face.

As you walked home, you started to think about Kris again.

It wasn’t unusual for them to sleep during class, but for them to just skip like that— especially during the middle of a lesson...

Your mind was trying to come to a conclusion that made sense, you eventually settled on them just having to leave early.

Ironically, Kris sheer devotion to avoiding you made you all that more interested in them.

“The day’s getting shorter huh?” A familiar voice echoes from across the kitchen as you enter your house. “Yeah,” you agree as you drop your backpack and jacket on the floor.

You couldn’t help but wince as the pressure touched your wound. But you smile as the smell of your favorite food cooking enters your sinuses.

“Could you crack open the window?” The voice asks.

“Sure,” you finish putting your things away and walk over to the front window.

You freeze.

When you opened the curtains, you noticed a dark figure standing in your front lawn.

It stared directly at you.

Before you could recognize what you were looking at, before you could even scream, the figure made a run for it, leaving your line of sight as soon as it appeared.

You quickly jolt upstairs into your room, not even bothering to eat for the night.

—

By the next morning, the pain in your hand was mostly gone. This time, you asked your family to drive you to school.

During the car ride, you briefly considered telling them about what you saw last night, but you didn’t know how.

You felt like you couldn’t.

Everything was normal at school that day. To your surprise, Kris was there, sleeping on their desk as usual.

Alphys assigned another group project for the class, it had something to do with the chemistry project you’ve been doing all week. She looked over at Kris as she assigned them as your partner.

“Kris…” She glared, doing her best to look stern. “D-don’t skip class again.”

“...please?” She added quickly.

You thought they were asleep, so you flinched a bit when they suddenly lifted their head up.

Kris raised their hand. “Miss, could we pick different partners?” They don’t even turn to look at you.

Ouch.

You’d be offended if you couldn’t laugh at just how bold they were for saying that in front of you.

“I’m… afraid you can’t really ask that.” Alphys said, putting her foot down for the first time ever.

Kris’ brow furrowed in silent frustration, air coming out of their nostrils.

You couldn’t help it, but you smile gloatingly at their dilemma— Kris was stuck with you, and they couldn’t escape, no matter how hard they tried.

As Alyphys pulled up and explained the rubric, you noticed how Kris snuck nervous glances at you whenever they thought you weren’t looking.

Soon enough the bell rang, Kris swiftly slung their backpack over their shoulder and left the classroom. You sigh, the teacher specified that you were supposed to do work with your partner outside of school hours.

You had no time to waste, you quickly packed your bags and followed after Kris. You weren’t about to fail your project because of their strange grudge over you.

Kris was already farther away than you anticipated, they quickly breezed along the sidewalk like it was nothing. You had to pick up your pace as you started to fall behind.

“Kris!” You yell out, speedwalking.

They pretended they didn’t hear you. You yell out again.

“KRIS!”

They kept walking. You expected them to head to the hospital, but they made a sharp turn, seemingly trying to lose you. What the hell was their problem? You keep following them. Your walk turns into a jog, backpack thumping against your shoulders.

You were too tired to even yell, your lungs burned. Kris was headed towards the forest near the shelter… that was new.

You finally give yourself a break as you lean against a tree, taking a moment to collect your breath. Just why was Kris making this so difficult?

You leave your backpack on the grass, deciding that it’d only slow you down.

It was getting dark, so you took out your phone light and followed the path into the shelter. After what felt like an eternity of walking, you finally spot Kris at the roof of the shelter, laying on the raised patch of grass.

You creep up behind them cautiously, not knowing what their next move will be.

“I know you’re here.”

Kris’ voice stops you in your tracks as they jump down from the top of the shelter, turning to face you.

“Please just… leave, it’s almost night.”

That was the final straw, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Just what the hell is your problem with me?!” You blurt.

Kris looks up in surprise at your change in tone, but you only continue.

“You’ve been ignoring me and treating me like shit the whole time I've been here. I’m sorry that you aren’t getting your token human treatment anymore, but I’m not trying to fail this project.”

Rage fills you as you think about all the time you could've spent working in the library being wasted on chasing your group partner halfway across town.

Kris didn’t speak, they could only stare at you as you huff. They tilt their head down, letting their hair drape over their face completely.

“It’s not that- I dont- hate you.” They mumble, words barely audible.

“Then what the fuck is it then?” You cross your arms, you swear you could’ve smacked them across the face at that moment.

Kris bit their lip, absentmindedly fidgeting with the piercings on their face.

“I can’t tell you right now, not at this time. It’s for your own good.” Kris seems to be trying to convince themself more than you. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, I-I swear.”

You exhale.

“Fine.”

Kris looks up in surprise. “…what?”

“Fine.” You raise your hands up in defeat. “If you won’t tell me, I won't bother you with it anymore. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you really want.”

Kris could only watch as you turned and walked away. You stop in your tracks halfway for a moment, expecting them to speak up, to say something, but they stay silent.

A sigh escapes your lips, you were really starting to hate Kris Dreemurr.

—

You spend the night sitting in your room. You silently think about Kris as you rub your wounded hand. Skipping school, going into the forest at night… just what exactly were they doing? And why did your presence threaten them so much?

They claimed that they were going to explain everything tomorrow morning, but you knew they were just going to give you a fake excuse.

You had to get to the bottom of this, to find out the real reason they acted like this.

—

A part of you knew that it was a stupid idea, that you were walking into pure danger. But your pure spite overridden every sense of reasoning you once had.

You slowly stepped through the dark woods with nothing but your phone in hand.

There must’ve been a reason why Kris hid here.

Your hand covers your mouth as your phone flashlight reveals a small dead animal on the ground. You furrow your brows in pity, you couldn’t help but feel bad for it.

But as you continued through the forest, the carcasses only started appearing more frequently.

You shivered, this wasn’t normal.

It’s not until you shine a flashlight on yet another corpse that you notice something they had in common, They all had singular, large bite marks to them.

Your stomach churned in disgust, you felt sick. There must've been a loose animal hunting in the forest.

What Kris had to do with it, you didn’t understand just yet. But you knew you had to leave, this was clearly not safe.

You freeze as you hear a loud noise from behind.

Something was here with you.

You turn and make a run for it, forgetting about everything you came here for. But the noises only became louder, following. You panted as you sprinted for dear life, but the sound continued tracking you down.

You yelped as a strong force pushed your back against the nearest tree, a stinging pain shooting up your spine. You tried to move, but your hands were held above your head. You didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to.

The person in front of you, if you could even call them that at all, was Kris.

There was something… different to them.

Only now could you really see their red eyes as they bored into you. They had a slight glow to them in the night, and you could've sworn they were peering right into your body. Their chest heaved up and down as they kept their grip on you, panting like some kind of animal; you noticed the unnaturally sharp tips of their canine teeth pointing out from their mouth.

“Kris…” You barely manage to muster out their name, but through their eyes you could tell that they couldn’t hear a word you said.

You flinch as they lean in closer, cold breath inching closer to your neck. This couldn’t be real. This can’t be real. They're just pranking you…

You tried to find reasoning as your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt their fangs slowly sink into your neck. There was a sharp pain at first, but that slowly went away as your body pumped with adrenaline before transforming into something else.

You felt an unfamiliar heat in your stomach as your blood was being sucked out of you.

It was sick, perverted.

You moved without thinking. You slowly placed your hand onto the back of their head as they gripped your waist, inviting them to take what they needed from you.

What were you doing?

Your mind was dizzying, this shouldn’t feel so good.

After what felt like eternity, Kris was finally done. A whimper escapes you as they lick the wound at the side of your neck.

You could finally look at them through your dazed vision. There was blood all over their mouth, your blood.

The ravenous look in their eyes was quickly replaced by pure horror, as if they just came back from a trance. Kris released their grip on you, slowly backing up from disbelief.

Their mouth opened to say something, but you couldn’t make out a single sound but your name as you faded in and out of consciousness.

Your legs were shaking, you could barely stand up. Without Kris’ body support, your knees gave in as you collapsed onto the cold forest ground— vision becoming black.

—

There was a throbbing pain in your head as you slowly woke up. It was the next morning. You sit up quickly, scouring your surroundings.

You were… in your bed.

A sigh of relief escapes you, that must’ve been a nightmare. You shiver as a gust of cold air enters your room, the window near your bed was wide open.

You quickly get up to close the window, but you almost fall over as you feel your vision fade in and out; punishment for standing up too fast. You grip your nightstand for stability as you regain yourself.

Afterwards, you carry yourself over to the bathroom to get ready for school.

You take a long look at yourself in the mirror. There was… a dark red stain on the collar of your shirt. You lean in to look closer, maybe you spilt something on yourself.

You feel around your neck, and your eyes widen as you notice two small holes imprinted on your skin.

It couldn’t be…

—

You felt nauseous. You told your family that you couldn’t go to school today, that you felt sick. It was a white lie of course, you knew they wouldn’t believe you if you told them the real reason.

The entirety of the morning was spent tossing and turning around in your bed, trying desperately to make sense of things. You realize that you were in the forest, you did see those things, and that Kris…

Kris wasn’t human.

You picked up your phone, filling your internet history with terms like:

‘Do humans drink blood? Are vampires actually real? What to do if bitten by a vampire?’

As expected, the results were practically useless, treating vampires like the mythical beings they should be.

But you know what you saw.

Your hand subconsciously came up to your neck again to touch the bite marks left by Kris. You wince as the memory replays in your head for the thousandth time today. The smell of metal filling your sinuses, the horrified look of Kris when they realized what they were doing.

Kris… Their name was a curse on your mind.

But for some reason, you didn’t exactly hate the experience. You shrink under the covers, covering your head in shame. A sick, masochistic part of you enjoyed it.

Your stomach flutters as you remember the feeling of their mouth on your skin. You wanted to be scared, but you shivered as you kept thinking about the deeper, darker things they could do to you…

A fist comes up to your temple, trying to shake the thoughts away.

You knew no one in town would believe you if you told them Kris wasn’t human, nobody else but you knew what humans were even supposed to act like. You sigh, you really were alone in this.

And if your theories were correct, you accidentally gave Kris their first taste of live human blood.

And once they got a taste of some, they wouldn’t stop hunting you for it.

—

You’ve been full of stupid decisions this week, but this now could be the single most reckless thing you’ve done in your life.

You look at the time, it was 4pm. School was over, and the sun was still up. Based on your recent observations, you should be able to talk to Kris normally.

But you still had to take precautions.

From your knowledge of vampire films, you put on your heavy puffer jacket, making sure not to expose your neck like you did last night. You go downstairs and grab a handful of various supposed ‘vampire repellents’ from the kitchen.

You quickly exit the house before your family is able to ask what was going on.

You’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t practically beating out of your chest, you were terrified. But you knew you had to do this, that you had to talk to Kris and get answers before they tried to leave town or something.

You headed straight to the forest, keeping your eyes on nothing else. In the afternoon sky, you could see things more clearly.

The animal carcasses you thought you saw littered across the floor last night were still there, though some of them were now gone. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you see the tree where Kris sucked your blood, the tree where you let Kris take you.

Speaking of Kris, they were nowhere to be found. You hover your hand around your pocket, you knew you couldn’t be caught off guard— you saw how fast Kris was able to move last night. But where exactly could they be?

“What are you doing here?” You hear a voice from above.

You grab your weapon and frantically wave it around, treating it as if it was some kind of religious talisman.

After your less than ideal performance, you look up to the source of the voice.

It was Kris.

“I don’t want to hurt you, please just— go.” They spoke to you from on top of a tree.

You sigh in relief, they seemed normal. Unfortunately so normal that they were still doing their best to avoid you.

“No.”

“...What?”

“I said no,” you straighten your posture, hoping you sounded sure of yourself.

Kris looked down at you in confusion. “Do you not remember what happened last night?”

“...I do.” You admit, holding your neck by instinct. “But I also remember when you said you’d explain everything to me.”

“But—”

“I'm not leaving until you come down.” You knew you sounded absolutely insane, but you weren't going to let this go.

Kris was silent. After what seemed like forever, they swiftly threw themselves off the tree, landing perfectly when they hit the grassy floor.

They paused before walking up to you slowly.

“Is that a… spoon in your hand?”

You feel embarrassment rush in as Kris points out your weapon of choice. “I figured that because of the silver it would help…”

“You couldn’t have at least brought a knife?” Their face fell, genuinely seeming to be disappointed by your apparent poor survival skills.

You quickly circle the conversation back to what you wanted to say before you blushed even further.

“Look– Kris.” Your arms cross. “I need you to tell me exactly what the hell you are. Be honest.”

Kris sighs, realizing they can't avoid the topic any further.

“I'm a Vampire… or at least I think I am? It's confusing.” Their hand came up to the back of their head.

You tilted your head to the side. “Then why aren't you burning up in the sun right now?”

“That's what I think.” They clarify. “All I know is that I need human blood.”

That explained the hospital trips.

“So why avoid me so much if you already know what it tastes like?” You ask.

“It's different.” They bit their lip. “The problem is that you're alive, and you’re like— really pretty… I wouldn't know when to stop.”

Kris thought you were pretty?

You could feel your heart beat faster, and judging by Kris'expression, they could sense it too.

“My first ever bite was supposed to kill… you're supposed to be dead.” They mumbled, quickly looking away.

“You seem upset about that.” Your eyes squinted.

“No! it's just—” They quickly shake their head.

“I'm… questioning a lot of things about myself right now, what they told me.”

“Or just maybe…” You suggest. “You had enough self control to stop at the last second.”

“But I won't have any self control after,” Kris sighs. ”I'll keep craving more until my tolerance is built.”

They walk around in circles, seemingly trying to reason with themselves.

“Shit…” Kris cursed under their breath, putting a hand in their dark hair.

“You ruined me.” Something about the low hushed tone in their voice makes something in your stomach flutter.

“...so if you were to hypothetically bite me again…” You try and find a way to bring it up.

“Would it still be fatal?”

Kris stopped in their tracks, mentally searching for a conclusion.

“...no it wouldn't, actually. But there's still a chance—”

You unzipped your jacket slightly, revealing your now-healed wound to them.

“Then bite me again, right now. We can test it out, help you build your tolerance.”

Kris looks at you in shock, trying to find words as their mouth opens.

“Even if it doesn't kill you, there's still a chance I could seriously hurt–”

“Kris.” Your voice was stern. “I don't know how, but you had enough self control to carry me to my bed all by yourself last night. You can do this.”

Kris was speechless.

“You're fucking crazy…”

For the first time, they let out a laugh, fangs peeking through their mouth.

“...So is that a no?”

“I'll think about it.” They look away as a small flush appears on their face.

“Just make sure to buy me dinner afterwards.” You joke, and you could see the corners of Kris' mouth tilt up in a smile.

“You bring the utensils.” They joke back.

It seemed like acting crazy was the only way you could get yourself through to them.

—

You came home feeling lighter than before, not just from the blood loss that happened last night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror once more. Surprisingly, the bite mark was practically invisible; like it was never there.

You sit and think about the bat shit insane deal you just agreed to today.

You were letting some vampire you barely knew have free access to your blood.

You told yourself it was for the better of humanity, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't particularly doing it because you found them attractive.

You really needed to stop watching so many vampire movies.

After hours of thinking, you finally doze off to sleep.

—

Your eyes gently blink open as a dark shape fills your vision. What was this? You couldn't move, and there was this…

You slowly wake up to realize Kris was on top of you.

“I didn't know where else to go— I…” Kris looked at you disheveled, desperate.

“I need to taste you again.”

A soft whine escapes them as they tighten their grip on your wrists, zapping awake something carnal in your body.

“Please…”

AN: Finally finished writing this!! :) I'll start working on KtYH again but if anybody wants a part two to this AU feel free to ask! (It'll probably be more explicit if that’s not ur thing)

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Writing smut feels like this

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If Susie ends up making that band would people in the Deltarune universe be writing x reader fanfics about her and Kris

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Kris canon monsterfucker confirmed

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KRIS 🙏‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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Oh my god I now understand why Kris chooses to pray for Noelle's father and not for Noelle herself if you make them pray for her in the Weird Route!!! It's not because they don't want to give her a prayer; it's because THEY FEEL UNFIT AND UNWORTHY TO GIVE HER A PRAYER BECAUSE OF THE GUILT THEY FEEL FOR WHAT THEY WERE FORCED TO DO!!!!!

It's why you can choose to pray for Asriel, Susie, and NOT THEMSELVES. It's also why if you make them pray for Noelle specifically, they will pray for Rudy. Because he has always been a constant source of happiness and hope in her life, while in their view, they have brought her nothing but pain and suffering ever since they got back together again. It's also why they don't pray for Carol either, which drives home how she has had a hand in all of this!

Poor Kris. They must feel so undeserving of forgiveness and sympathy for what happened to them and Noelle, even though none of it was their fault!

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Ideas.

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Kris when Susie opens the shelter in ch5

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Thanks for all the nice comments on my first Kris fic lol <33

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Keys to Your Heart

Kris Dreemurr x GN Reader 4k Words Desc: You're forced to take piano lessons from Kris for a month. Tags: Fluff, Pre Canon, Misunderstandings, Author doesn’t know how to play piano, Reader is mentioned having parents, Crushes CW: None

You sighed as you lay idly in your room, waiting for your family to come back from some sort of neighborhood meeting.

Apparently, in a passing conversation, Toriel mentioned to your family that her kid used to play piano. One thing led to another, and you eventually received a phone call from your family letting you know that you had to take piano lessons from the Dreemurr’s kid.

“It won’t take that long,” You tried hard to make out their voice through the sea of surrounding sounds; the other side was strangely loud.

“It’ll only be for a month, then you can quit.” 

You wanted to tell your parents to screw off, that you weren’t interested in learning. But you remember the promise you made to them that you'll pick up an actual hobby this year. Plus, a month didn't seem that long compared to years of nagging.

“...I guess so.” You cautiously agree to their terms as you stare up at the ceiling.

“Your first lesson will start tomorrow after school, okay? Great then, love you, bye.” They hang up, but not before you’re faintly able to hear club music in the background.

You sigh as you turn off your phone and place it on your nightstand, somehow already beginning to regret your agreement.

You always had a small crush on Kris Dreemur. It was never anything serious, though; it was one of those crushes that you develop just to keep yourself entertained, the ones that never last more than a year. They were silent and mysterious enough that you could project all you wanted onto them, a blank slate of an identity. It felt weird that you were going to have to spend time with them, let alone have them at your house to teach you piano.

But it was time for you to put your feelings aside and get shit done.

—

You try to find Kris the next day at school to talk about the lesson plan, but you’re too swamped with work to find the time. You had to finish all your homework in class, considering you wouldn’t have as much time after school that day. When you came home, you tossed your backpack to the side to sit at the piano. You laid your hands along the tiles, grazing your fingers just enough to feel the smooth ivory under your fingertips. Your mind wandered, back to when the piano was gifted to you by an old family friend for your birthday. When you told them that you didn't know how to play, they simply told you that you'll learn someday.That was eons ago; you never found the time to learn as the piano slowly picked up dust over the years. But better late than never . You thought.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a ring at the front door; it looked like Kris was already here.

You listened in as your parent greeted them. You give an awkward wave as they approach you, quickly retreating your hands to your lap. “Umm…Hi.” You didn't know why you felt so sheepish all of a sudden. They looked identical enough as to how they presented themselves at school, except only now could you really see them up close. You noted the small dark circles under their eyes, or at least from what you could see through the curtains of their deep brown bangs.

They give a small nod back, looking into the distance. “Nice to meet you.” Their voice was something that you rarely had the chance to hear. It was low and hushed, unenthusiastic. You felt sympathy rush through you; it looks like you weren't the only one who got forced into this by their family.

It made you feel better somehow.

The first lesson was basic enough as they helped you become familiar with the keys, and you watched as they effortlessly played. Whenever you tried to copy their moves, however, you always messed up. You tried to laugh it off, but frustration slowly began to bubble inside you as you made yet another mistake after basic mistake. “Sorry I'm making this so difficult. You groan in frustration, slouching your shoulders.

Kris had an empathetic look on their face. “Don't worry about it… I was the same way when I was learning. Just- keep practicing and you'll figure it out.” You could tell they were trying to make you feel better. In truth, it didn’t work. You silently wondered just how much your family was paying to have them put up with you. You knew you had to cooperate if you wanted to get yourself through this.

“Alright.” You take a deep breath and try again.

The first few days were nothing out of the ordinary; the two of you spent that time getting familiar with the notes and basic scales. The agreed-upon schedule was every other day after school that you'd spend time together, no more than an hour. Though you were able to learn basic information about Kris through small talk, you noticed how they kept their distance throughout, like they always had somewhere better to be.

You couldn't blame them.

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One day Kris came with their backpack; it was unusual, but you didn’t question it.

“I think it might be time for you to learn your first song. I brought sheet music.” They pulled out a binder and took out multiple crumpled, worn-out papers. You could tell they’ve been used for a long time. “What do you want to play?”

You sit in bewilderment as they suggest that you know any beginner-level songs. “I, uh—I’m not sure; I don’t know any songs yet.” You look around, chuckling awkwardly.

You could see their face flush slightly in embarrassment. Looks like they forgot just how little time they’ve been teaching you for.

“Right…” They picked out a piece of sheet music. “I guess we could do a nursery rhyme or something, like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

You felt slightly nervous as you played the keys. It took a while, but you eventually got a basic hold of it.

As the lesson came to an end, Kris turned to ask you something. “Would it be okay if I did my homework here for a bit?” You froze. They were getting permission from you.

“Uhm—yeah! Of course!” Your hands fumble as you point to the couch situated behind you. “Feel free to sit wherever." 

You silently watch as Kris picks up their backpack and sits down to where you pointed.

That was where you usually did your homework. 

It looks like you had to do your work upstairs; it felt too awkward to sit next to them on the couch.

—

The next day at school you give Kris your social media. It was their idea for you to start sending them recordings of your practice sessions to track your progress. Today wasn’t a lesson day, so when you went home, you recorded a short playing of a song you were learning. They replied with a simple thumbs-up emoji. It was a small gesture, but it made you smile. It slowly became a routine, with you going after school to record short minute-long videos of you playing piano. Kris always responded, usually with an emoji or a small one-word message. The feedback wasn't very constructive, but it still made you feel good.

—

It was the last week of lessons, and you made significant progress in your piano skills. You were now able to play basic nursery rhymes without making too many mistakes.

“I think we can move you onto something more challenging.” Kris places a sheet of paper on top of the piano. “Here, it’s an old song I used to play at the church.”

You take the sheet and look at the notes, silently humming the tune to yourself. It was slightly longer than what you were used to.

Kris sat next to you, giving you the key to start. As you start the song, Kris plays along with you from the other side of the piano.  There were a few mistakes at first, but Kris' playing helped you get yourself back on track.

Your final tries had you play from memory for the first time, without the sheet music to guide you. Kris gives you a nod of reassurance as they place their hands on the keys. You start, closing your eyes as you let the keys guide you through the sound… It felt natural. You didn’t notice it at first, but Kris stopped playing halfway through.

They were focusing on you. 

A sigh of relief escapes as you press your fingers against the last note. You open your eyes to see Kris staring at you, a semi-proud smile to themself. “That was great.” They nod.

You felt your face heat up. “It was nothing, really…” you say sheepishly. 

“You’re a fast learner.” Their eyes were genuine.

“...But your positioning is off, can I?” Kris asks, standing up and stepping behind you. You quickly nod without hesitation nor thinking.

You tense up as they lay their hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you into position. “You need to sit up like this.” Your body memorizes every second as their guidance trails down your shoulders onto your hands, encasing them.

“...your hands need to be positioned like that.” Kris’ fingers were cold to the touch; shivers ran down your soul.

“Don't shake so much either; you need to be confident.” They mumble as they give a gentle squeeze to your wrists. Through your daze, you notice their nails, chipped with black nail polish. You felt hot, your face was hot, and Kris was definitely hot. You mean —what???

“Did you get that?”

You couldn’t focus on a single thing Kris was saying; all you could pay attention to was how close they were as they guided you from behind. You heard white noise as the sound of your heartbeat echoed inside your head.

“Mhm… uh-huh, yeah, yeah—thanks.” Your words jumble together as you silently thank the universe they couldn’t see how heated your face was. You could’ve sworn they were doing this on purpose. 

They couldn’t have known… Could they?

“Good.” Their hands were still on you, touch lasting a few moments longer than it should have, but they eventually backed up. Holy fucking shit . It took everything inside you not to explode at that very moment.

The rest of the lesson went as usual, but your mind kept going back to that specific moment. The feeling of their hands still lingering on you. After the lesson ended, you stormed to your bedroom to silently scream into the nearest pillow you could find.

Your crush on Kris was getting worse by the day. What once was just a figment of your daydreams was now crashing into your life at full speed. They were the cold, weird kid next door. It wasn't possible that they liked you back… It shouldn't be.

That motherfucker was being paid by your family to torment you.

You lift your face up from the pillow; in the corner of your vision, you spot something. It was a small apple-shaped keychain you got as a prize from an arcade some months ago.

You pick it up, and you decide that tomorrow would be a good time to test your theory out, get your feelings out of the way through rejection. It'll be the best for the both of you.

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You didn’t consider yourself religious; you haven't since you were little—so your parents took it as a surprise when you suddenly told them you wanted to go to church on Sunday. They obliged, taking you with them for the first time in years. You decided to take out your church clothes to wear something nice. 

As you sat in your seat, you fidgeted with the keychain in the small velvet box it was included with. You couldn't help but hold on tight– as if it was about to slip away from you any moment now. Somehow, it felt heavier in your hands than it did last night.

After an hour of various sermons and songs, you could finally stand up to look around for Kris, who was nowhere to be found. You spotted Kris’ mother at the juice table, however– who gave you a smile and wave as you walked towards her.

“Hi, Miss Toriel.” You try your best to be friendly.

“Nice to see you here, child. How have your lessons with Kris been?” She smiled. Her breath smelt faintly like wine.

“Good, good. I’m actually learning a lot more than I thought I would.” You nodded, pouring a cup of juice for yourself.

“That’s great to hear! I’d love to see you two play together someday.”

“Uhh yeah…” You awkwardly chuckle. “Me too.” 

“Speaking of Kris…” You turn the conversation around. “Have you seen them anywhere?”

“Hm…” She furrowed her brow as if she needed to recall her memory. “Kris went outside to take a phone call half an hour ago; they should be finished by now.”

“Okaygreatthanks-”

You quickly excuse yourself and rush out the door to continue your search for Kris. Outside, you scoured around the perimeter, but they were nowhere to be found. You sigh. They must've ditched the service early or something.

Right as you were about to turn back inside, you spotted a figure emerging from the forest surrounding the shelter. You took cover behind the church walls, peeking in like some kind of spy.

It was Kris.

They looked surprised to see you as you suddenly appeared, like they were caught in some kind of act. They quickly turned off their phone and shoved it in their pocket. “Uhm…” You could do nothing but stare at Kris for a moment, feeling yourself shrink under them. “Hey Kris,” You look around, past the woods. “What are you doing out here?”

They look away. “... needed to take a break where it’s quiet…” They mumble as they put their hands in their pockets.

“Yeah, I understand that feeling.” You give a small smile, choosing to ignore how painfully suspicious they were acting at the moment. “I, uh…” You jolt back to the script you rehearsed as you almost forget your reason for being here in the first place. “I wanted to give you this.” You hand the present out to them. “It’s for all the stuff you taught me.” God, you hope that didn't sound corny.

Kris’ eyes become wide open. A slight flush appeared on their cheeks as they took the small box. There was a long pause in the air as the keychain sat in their palm, like they were mentally deciding which words to choose.

After what seemed like forever, they finally spoke. 

“Thanks.” Kris said indifferently, quickly shoving the keychain inside their pocket. You could only watch as they opened church doors to head inside.

Thanks…

That's all they had to say.

You froze in place as your hand instinctively went up to your chest. You didn’t know why your heart stung— it was just a shitty gift worth 2 bucks; of course they wouldn’t care. 

Maybe you just thought they'd appreciate the gift a bit more, that they'd treasure anything you'd give them. But who were you to think that they needed anything from you? Disgust runs through your body. Kris wasn't some type of dilemma for you to rescue, they never were.

You crush the plastic cup of juice in frustration, tossing it in the bin with full force. You were lucky service was over.

At home, you sighed as you covered your face in your hands. You felt so stupid. It turns out they didn't like you, great—now you could finally move on with your life and stop living in delusion. You look at your calendar, tomorrow will be the last week of lessons. 

That gave you some reassurance.

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Kris wasn’t at school the next day. You wondered if that phone call from Sunday had anything to do with it. You wanted to message them to ask if you’d still be meeting, but you restrained yourself. You needed to give them space; they could text you if they wanted to. Plus, their absence was enough proof that they probably weren't willing for lessons today. Once school ended, you skipped the piano and headed straight towards your bed. You knew you had to practice, but something made you want to skip today.

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the absence of Kris.

A few hours of being on your phone pass by and you hear the doorbell ring, followed by the sound of your name being called. You were surprised, you weren't expecting anyone. As you came downstairs, you could silently hear the sound of the piano being played. 

It was the song you were learning.

Kris was already sitting at the piano, seemingly waiting for you. They looked up as they noticed you, they had dark circles under their eyes.

“...Hi Kris.” You couldn't help but fidget with your hands as you walked over to them. ”I kinda assumed we weren’t doing lessons since you weren’t at school today.”

Kris places their hand behind their neck. “... yeah, I was busy with something…” They mumble, sounding like they were being put on the spot. “Sorry for not giving you a message. If this is a bad time for you—”

“Kris…” You don’t know why, but your heart felt heavy. “If you want to stay here, you can.”

You watched as their gaze softened by your words. There was something different about them today. They looked more tired than usual, their hair was out of place. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but you knew you couldn't for whatever reason.

Kris hesitated a bit before asking. “Do you have anywhere I could charge my phone?” They ask as you sit down and take your seat next to them on the piano. That's when you notice something. The apple keychain, the same keychain you gave to Kris was attached to their phone. 

Kris must’ve noticed how surprised you looked; they turned their eyebrows in worry. “Why do you still have that?” Your words come out harsher than you wanted them to.

“Because you gave it to me.”

Oh.

You couldn't help but start laughing. “This whole time, I thought you didn’t like it!” You say as Kris stared in confusion.

It looked like they weren't happy with your assumption. The corners of their mouth tilt downward for just a moment… “Why did you think that?” There was hurt in their voice.

“I… don’t know.” You feel embarrassment creeping in. “I jump to conclusions easily, I guess.”

There was a pause in the air.

Finally, Kris broke the silence. “I'm… Sorry for the way I acted on Sunday…” Their hand came up to cradle the back of their neck. “I was in a hurry; I should’ve—”

You cut them off. “Kris. You don’t need to apologize.” You place a hand on their shoulder out of instinct, forgetting any anxiousness you’d otherwise feel at touching them.Their mouth opens for a moment, like they wanted to say something—but they stay silent, giving a breath out in relief.

Despite the time you were spending with each other, it felt like you knew absolutely nothing about them. It was like there was a giant glass wall between you two.You realized that you felt the urge to hug them, to tell them that everything was going to be okay. But that was weird; you were weird. They’re your piano teacher, for crying out loud. They’re only doing this so they could get paid by your family.

But you were tired of all this guesswork, it felt wrong to push these assumptions onto them. You wanted to know Kris, the real Kris: their favorite songs, what made them laugh, everything you could because you could tell they were hurting.

“Hey…” You give them a soft smile. “Do you think we could do something else today? Like—just relax?”

Kris stays still for a moment, and you immediately start to regret your question. You put your hands down, preparing yourself for whatever excuse they were going to come up with for not hanging out with you.

“...I’d like that a lot, actually.” There's a slight flush in their cheeks. “What do you want to do?”

Your eyes widen. “Uh—maybe we could watch a movie?” You point to the couch behind the both of you.

Kris follows your gaze. They give a small nod.

—

You both sit on the living room couch with a large blanket comfortably smothering you.

You give Kris the remote, letting them pick what the two of you watch. They enthusiastically decide on some gory slasher film about a bat-wielding murderer. In truth, you were scared shitless. But you tried to play it cool as they press play.

You keep yourself mostly composed for the majority of the movie, but as the main character peeks around the corner, you feel a cold hand graze up against yours. You almost jump out of your seat, and the hand quickly backs off. 

You look over to your side to realize it was just Kris, looking embarrassed. They interlock with your fingers. Their hands were cold, but they slowly warmed up over time. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the feeling of their skin on yours, but your heart was basically beating out of your chest the whole time.

“Don’t worry…” Kris mumbles, looking straight at the screen. “I’ll tell you when it’s coming.” You held on tighter as the killer jumped from around the corner, only for the main character to pull out their gun for the final blow.

You give a sigh of relief as the credits start rolling. The movie was over, but you were still holding hands with Kris.

“Maybe I should’ve picked something else…” There was a guilt in their voice.

“I actually kind of liked it… It wasn’t as scary as I expected.” You lied; you were actually going to have to sleep with the lights on for a full week.

“Right…” They didn’t seem to believe you, and you could’ve sworn they were definitely trying to hold back a laugh. “You should pick the first movie next time.” Their cute smile makes you blush.

Next time.  

Kris wanted this, you realized. Your heart flutters at the idea of a potential next time, spending more and more time together like this.

The next few hours were spent watching different films of various quality. You noticed Kris’ slightly crooked teeth whenever they laughed, it was endearing. Their hands slowly warmed up over time as you held them in yours. Sometime during the movie marathon, your head ended up lying against Kris’ shoulder, they only gave you a tender stare as you lay up against their sweater. 

It felt natural.

The clock eventually hits midnight, and your parent comes downstairs to tell the two of you to sleep. You look over at Kris, asking if they needed to call their parents. “It's fine…” Their voice was slightly pained, as if an unpleasant memory just crossed their mind. You decide not to pry into it, telling your family that Kris is going to sleep over for the night. The night was spent just taking time to talk with each other. Talking about piano and the shitty movies you just watched. You laughed with them like you’ve done this for years. 

It felt nice. 

Kris felt nice.

Eventually, it was time to go to sleep. You watched Kris as they fell asleep next to you. Their long lashes gently fluttered, and their chest moved up and down as their mouth stayed slightly parted. It was nice seeing them so peaceful. 

You didn’t think about tomorrow, you could only think about the smell of Kris’ apple shampoo as you slowly drifted asleep by their side.

AN: Had this fic sitting in my docs for the longest time, so I just decided to hit post or else I’m gonna be editing endlessly. This is the first x reader fic I've posted publicly, so there's a few mistakes here and there. I still hope it's at least readable and somewhat enjoyable. I also wanna clarify again that I’ve never played an instrument in my life, so I sincerely apologize for any pain this fic might cause to actual piano players. 

I'm still deciding what I want this account to be about, so if you have any requests/questions my asks are open! ^^

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Intro Post

Account I made to contain my obsessions and to practice my writing.

Name: Red

Pronouns: Any

Will write: SFW and NSFW one shots/drabbles

Won't write:

- Noncon (dubcon is alright)

- Scat / Necro / Incest / Vore / DDLG

- Abuse

- NSFW of characters under 17

- Anything else I'm uncomfortable with

DNI: People who misgender Kris

Requests: Open!

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