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unknownarmageddon · 7 months ago

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bright, flashing lights speckled the corners of killer's vision, each burst of color washing over cross and making the grin on his face very clear.

cross, killer wasn't adverse to saying at all, was a handsome man. fuck, was he good looking, and killer told him, quite enthusiastically, how pretty he thought he was.

"S-ssso I tol' em, i ssaid, sucka saaahckrum," cross said with a stumbling cackle, swirling his half-empty cup of some overly sweet concoction, a few streams streaking down his chin as he took a messy sip, and oh, how killer wanted to lick it, but sadly, he'd already done it so many times tonight that cross would only get annoyed.

killer's stare raked over cross from head to toe, his own teeth hooked on a cup of wine. cross had called him a snob for it, but killer wasn't much of a fan of getting black out drunk, and he quite liked the smoother drinks. plus, he liked wine glasses; they snapped easily and made for great quick weapons.

cross's tux was crumpled, the tie loosened tantalizingly, the collar open enough that cross's collarbone jutted out and killer's teeth dug into the glass of his cup a little harder.

his..... whatever he was to him, cross looked ravishing, wearing a dark tuxedo, a deep red like maroon or crimson, the color of blood almost, and it made something in killer's soul tingle with want. red on white, to simplify it. killer looked him up and down, eyes lidded, the alcohol warming him from the inside out and making his already loose tongue even looser, and he butted into cross's messy rendition of a story of some fight he'd had back in his first year of uni with a junior.

"how long b'fer i can take ya home again?"

cross let out a loud snort, and gods, killer loved when cross let go like this, forgetting his anxieties, not giving a shit about something stupid like being presentable, or having an inside voice.

cross was always beautiful, but there was something stunning about seeing him cut loose from his self-imposed restraints. something that put killer in awe, to see cross wild and free.

"we ain' fuckin' goin' home," cross said, his words spilling all over the place, "not until y'tell me why, uh.."

his face scrunched, and he took a long moment to think, each second adding to the bubbling pit of laughter that started to rise in killer's gut the longer cross struggled.

he was tempted to tease him for it, but cross blurted, "why y'broughtt me hh- ...ng..."

his head hit the table before he lifted it and said, "gimme."

killer's wine glass was snatched from him, and killer gaped as cross downed the rest of his wine, and gave an uncharacteristic chuckle at killer's expression. "y'look dum."

killer gave cross a light punch, mock-outraged, "whydja do that, ya prick, i was still drinkin' that!"

cross took a smug sip of his drink, leaning onto his right arm and getting into killer's space, "i paid fer it."

that he did.

they stayed there, talking, enjoying their time together, and their magic slowly burned through the alcohol until, when they were finally kicked out at closing time, they weren't really drunk anymore.

killer's snickering and cross's chuckles were fueled by the mutual joy rather than alcohol, and even though cross had regained his senses, his grin wasn't any less bright, and killer just smiled at him.

helplessly, one would even say.

"i can't believe you tried to fight that orc," cross muttered as he slid his keys into his apartment door, "he didn't do a single thing that merited a punch."

killer, leaning against the wall, gave a rough laugh, pushing off the wall, and slinking in after cross once the door opened, sauntering straight into cross's bedroom to flop onto his bed.

"he called you pretty!"

"you call me pretty too," cross said, standing in the bathroom, the door open.

"he doesn't know what he was talking about," killer chirped, his gaze running along the curve of cross's spine as cross tugged off his button up and undershirt.

"and you do?" cross asked, shooting a look over, and killer sat up, reclining on his elbows as he flashed cross a charming grin that made cross's cheeks flush a pretty lilac.

"more than most," killer said vaguely, his grin salacious and cross grumbled as he reached out and pulled the bathroom door shut, locking it, and killer cackled from the bed.

later, dressed normally now, cross stood by the bed, meticulously folding and fixing their rented suits so he could return them in good condition.

"clean freak," killer commented at the way cross slowly tucked the suits into the special hangers.

"buzzard," cross snipped back without any real heat, and he picked them up, and paused at killer's state of dress, as if he'd only just noticed it. "...why are you wearing that?"

killer looked down at himself, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he held his, or, well, cross's shirt, out, "like it? i never took ya for a cartoon guy."

killer had apparently found cross's loony toons themed pajamas; a pattern of cartoon character heads were all over it, and the pants were matching.

cross scoffed, but killer saw the faint purple, and his smile grew, though he groaned as cross said, "no, not that, i mean, you gonna stay here while i return these?"

he held up the suits and shook them a bit, and killer pouted.

hell to the no.

ten minutes later, they were climbing into cross's little old truck, killer aggressively cranking the window thing to lower it and kicking his feet up, the little cartoon characters on his clothes rippling in the wind.

killer had somehow convinced him to not only let him go out in his pjs, but for cross to go out in his own too. killer's bare feet bounced in time with the music that played, the space between them comfortable, until finally, cross slowed, and turned in to a parking lot, shifting the gearstick into park and letting the truck turn off.

the rental shop was quiet, with the hum buzz of lights overhead and a tired looking girl behind the register, droning in a bit of a lackluster voice that she'd need to confirm they were the right people and whatnot, and as cross spoke to her, trying to find his receipt, killer's attention was caught by... someone.

the girl walked off into the back, leaving cross holding the suits as she went to fetch something, and cross returned to killer's side with a yawn, his voice already taking on that low pitch it did whenever he was sleepy. "y'wanna sleep in tomorrow?"

killer tore his eyes away from the stranger, grinning, "sure thing, criss-cross, as if i'd say no ta stay in bed with ya all day."

cross snorted, elbowing killer, and opened his mouth, though the voice killer heard was most definitely not cross's.

"Odd place to be so late, Cross."

cross jerked, the warm sleepiness melting away into horror, and killer had the pleasure of watching all of cross's softness vanish into tense unease.

the stranger, the one killer had been eyeing before, not liking the way they'd been staring at him and cross, strode up to them, a rather unpleasant smile on his face as he set a hand on cross's shoulder.

"Suits, is it?" he ran a curled finger down the plastic cover that wrapped around the suits, and his smile took a wider, sharper glint, "Surely a dress would be far more suited for you, my dear."

cross cringed at that, and hot fury swelled in killer's soul.

"Though, considering how... distastefully you're dressed, I suppose wearing the wrong things is nothing new to you, hm?"

killer snatched the guy's hand, forcing it away from cross, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared as he drew cross away from him, putting himself between them, hissing through his teeth, "keep yours hands offa him."

cross's hand gripped onto killer's shoulder, squeezing tightly as he whispered, "it's fine. it's just. my, uh.."

"Father. I'm... his," the man's eyes narrowed with a hint of mocking amusement, "father, I suppose. I am XGaster."

cross's fingers were digging into killer's shoulder, and killer grit his teeth. oh, he hated this guy.

the door opened behind the register, and the girl came back, and cross plastered on a grin, giving her the suits and taking killer's hand, his words hasty, "w-well, i've, uh, i've got work tomorrow, so-"

"How cruel of you, child, to dismiss your own father so quickly," xgaster said, "Where are your manners? Come, introduce me to your..."

killer wanted to rip his throat out at the way he looked at them, at their linked hands, at cross's downcast face, and smiled wider.

"Companion," xgaster finished, that stupid grin wider, and cross swallowed, grip tightening on killer's hand.

"he's- uh.. he's--"

"i'm killer, cross's boyfriend," killer butted in, his tone flat, "and i'd appreciate it if you buzzed off so we can go home and eat."

cross hissed killer's name softly, but killer's eyes were on xgaster, giving him a smile that was more of a snarl, less a grin and more of a show of teeth.

"You'd do well to mind your tongue," xgaster started, eyelights flaring, and killer puffed his chest out, his fingers twitching, itching to pull out his knife--

"killer," cross snapped, yanking him back, looking more and more stressed the longer xgaster stood there, and cross pulled him out of the building, into the parking lot to hiss at him, "don't agitate him."

killer yanked his hand free of cross's, growling, "he's talking down at you, and you're just letting him??"

he pointed at the doors, where xgaster's tall figure stood just beyond the doors, his words clipped and irate, "you might be a doormat to him, but i'm not fuckin' bowin'."

cross opened his mouth, to apologize, to say something, and they both jerked away from the doors as they opened and cross's father stepped out, that same scheming grin on his face.

"Leaving without saying goodbye? You've become so cold to me, Cross."

killer snarled, and cross opened his mouth to protest, and xgaster just spoke over him, "I merely wanted to see what you've been doing. I've heard so little from you."

cross shut his mouth, hands fisting at his sides, shaking.

"Appalling, how little you care for family these days."

"c-come have dinner with us-," cross blurted in a rush, and killer wanted to throttle him, wanted to smack some sense into him, and judging from the look in cross's eyes, he'd probably beg him to. of course, neither of them could do much, as xgaster gave a wide grin.

"It'd be my pleasure."

killer despised xgaster. oh, he fucking hated him. every word he said was dripping with unpleasant intent, commenting, saying things that were so targeting, killer was surprised xgaster hadn't already pulled out a gun and shot him point blank.

"Perhaps you should consider a different vehicle, that.. truck of yours seems far too untrustworthy."

killer really really wanted to drive a knife through this guy's head.

"i can't really afford a new car," cross admitted, leading the way to the apartment. xgaster scanned every bit of the place with disapproving eyes.

"Nor proper housing, or clothing," xgaster muttered, "Had I known you were living in such... poverty, I would have come visited far sooner."

cross's shoulders slumped.

killer shouldered his way between them, turning and grinning up at the fucker, "yeah, sadly, we can't drink diamond filtered water and wipe our asses with sheets of gold like you."

xgaster's eyes flared with outrage, and killer danced away to cross's side, taking his hand, squeezing it, steadying him enough that he could unlock the door and let xgaster in.

killer pulled the door shut behind them, locking it, and flicking the latch into place, and xgaster frowned as he stood in the kitchen.

"Where is the dining room."

cross flushed in shame, "i-i don't have one, i just have. these."

he pointed at the pair of barstools, pushed in under the bar, "a table wouldn't fit in here."

"Pity. Well, I had no desire to eat," xgaster said, stalking around the kitchen, hand running along cross's appliances, "much less such low quality meals. Tell me, did you ever learn how to cook properly?"

killer bristled, "he cooks way fuckin' better than any of your stupid ass private chefs do, you pompous bastard."

xgaster shot him another glare, before clicking his tongue, "Is this the kind of crowd you associate with, Cross? Vulgar, disrespectful," those purple eyelights flicked down to killer's soul, "defective monsters?"

"i'll show you improper--"

"killer," cross interrupted, "please."

"I can't imagine you've many friends, if this is how your guests are treated."

killer really wished he could just cave xgaster's skull in, he hated the tone he used, that stupid, condescending tone.

"killer just. has a temper-" cross wrung his hands, uncharacteristically subdued, eyes downcast, probably to keep xgaster from seeing the utter rage burning there.

"Something you share in common," xgaster said pointedly, and cross's shoulders hitched up, his voice defensive in a way killer had never heard before.

"i did not do that on purpose, you know that."

"And yet, your brother remains hurt all the same."

"i didn't mean to-"

"Then why did you."

cross's teeth clicked shut, and he took a shaking breath before he said, "the only reason i did any of it, was because of you."

he pointed at his father with sharp jerks of his hand, his voice venomous, "i only lashed out because you, and you fucked up kid tried to ruin everything-"

"Don't waste your breath. I have had enough of you playing victim," xgaster snapped, "Own up to your mistakes. You can't hide from it any longer."

"i am not hiding!"

"Then why are you here, living in this impoverished closet, using a fake name, living as if you are someone you aren't? What else could that be, Sans, if not hiding," xgaster demanded, his voice booming too loudly in the small apartment.

killer went very very still and silent, staring at xgaster with an eerily blank expression, and cross would have asked him if he was okay, would have tried to calm him down, if his own soul weren't convulsing with a repulsion so strong, cross felt like throwing up.

"don't call me that." cross hated how his own voice trembled, how it softened into something meek, into something scared, when internally, he was starting to understand how killer found it reasonable to kill a man.

"You are my creation," xgaster said, and that was one of the things cross hated most to hear. he never wanted to have any sort of connection to xgaster, "I call you whatever I please."

"my name is cross." he was starting to tremble.

xgaster gave a mocking grin, "So you've said. However, it's an incorrect statement. Your name is S-"

"CROSS," he shouted, shouting the word so harshly that it burned in his throat, "stop calling me that-!"

"Or what, child? You'll assault me too?"

like he had attacked papyrus.

"You're not in stripes anymore, Sans. Act your age. Resorting to violence over a nickname is childish."

cross's chest was tight, his eyelights burning, and he understood why killer-

killer.

cross glanced at him, to see if he was alright, if he was unstable, and found that killer was gone.

he'd gone. where did he go? did he leave cross alone? why? why would he do that-

"You don't need to lie in the mud with worms. You do not belong here," xgaster said lowly, like a devil on his shoulder, and his hand was an uncomfortable weight on his shoulder, his voice too close, "You do not need that thing. You can be better than this, Sans."

cross whipped around, slapping xgaster's hand off, and snarling at him, "don't talk about him like that. get the hell out of my house and stay gone."

he hissed it with vitriol so harsh, it gave xgaster pause, and cross stormed away, searching for killer, loath to think that xgaster had upset him, had driven him away.

or maybe he'd left cross entirely, knowing now what kind of things haunted cross. or, hunted, more like.

cross opened the bedroom door, the last room he'd yet to check, his voice quivering, "killer-"

there was a violent crash and a roar behind him, and cross twisted, scrambling back out and gasping, his soul stopping cold, eyes wide as he watched killer topple xgaster, and plunge his knife, the one cross had locked in a closet, into xgaster's shoulder.

cross gaped, staring as xgaster reached a frantic hand out, desperate for the only other person there to save him, his other hand cut clean off, "San--"

cross scrambled over, and a glimmer of hope lit up xgaster's face, because surely, sure cross would take this vermin and be rid of him, and save xgaster. out of the three of them, after all, xgaster was certain his life was of importance.

he reached, anticipating the moment cross took his hand and neutralized the insane monster--

xgaster's out stretched hand was stepped on, kicked aside even, something in his hand crunching, and xgaster screeched, which was also promptly shut up as killer planted, a foot on his face and rammed his knife ruthlessly into xgaster's chest, three times for good measure, giving it a hard twist, grinning at the shocked gurgle.

blood spurted, pooling already, some of it dripping down killer's face from when he'd lopped off the fucker's arm, getting his vengeance.

he'd told him not to touch cross, and he hadn't listened.

killer tossed his knife aside, kicking xgaster in the face one good time, and was quickly tackled, and he grunted, stumbling back, adrenaline still thrumming in his magic, his soul singing and trilling for a fightfightfightfightfightfight but the roar calmed to a dead stop as he was dragged into a fierce hug.

"holy fuck, you- you actually-"

cross was sputtering, his voice a whisper, awed, his hands running up killer's bloodied arms and cupping his cheeks, and killer gave a sheepish grin, "my hand slipped."

cross gave a disbelieving laugh, the sound muffling as he kissed killer, and honestly, he'd never been kissed before to celebrate murdering someone, but he rather liked it.

he was dragged closer, flush against cross, a proximity he gladly accepted, his own hands around cross's waist, and he couldn't get enough of the sporadic giggles that bubbled up from cross between breathless kisses.

there was another weak gurgle, a final shuddering breath, and cross pulled back to squint down at his dead father, before breaking into semi-hysterical giggles, leaning into killer as he went weak with it, cackling, and killer held him up, struck silent at the way cross looked, cheeks smeared with red and eyes bright with unhinged joy, his face a lovely purple and smile wider than killer was used to seeing, and it was yet again hitting him how much he liked cross.

cross caught his breath, chuckling as he said, "h-he-" another snicker, "the last thing he saw was-- his dying moment is us kissing over him--"

killer burst into laughter.

-storytime anon

erm uhm uh a little rushed but also killer later on telling cross he looks good all bloody and cross being like "only you would think that" and killer is like "you never know what kinda depraved folk exist out there"

and then they kiss and also go out drinking to celebrate

YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!! BANGER!!!

#KILL THAT OLD MAN #/silly/silly #i kinda. expected this one but god. so so good wagh #it was so??? substantial too?? like i was scrolling through it before i read it and it just Kept Going /silly /pos #BAHA god when he was like. “my hand slipped” so fucking good #god. i fucking love gay people #they should so get to kill someone and then kiss over their dead body. as a treat /silly #weeping wailing falls over and dies banger dude truly. waghhh #answering asks #anon asks #storytime anon #i wish i could think of something else smart to say about it but i am. too hyped /silly #rental suits au

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months ago

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During the show the tightrope breaks and Thena falls. Luckily Gil catches her but gets injured. The whole crew protects both of them when kro is very angry that Gil touches Thena. Some drama for the circus one

"Thena!"

It felt as if it happened in slow motion. Thena was in the middle of the routine as usual, and things were going well. She and Angus were both strong and ready for the show.

But something wasn't right. Gil had watched as Thena froze on the tightrope, her whole body locking up on the spot. He had looked to where her eyes were anchored, running out from behind the scenes. Something was wrong with the joint where the line was attached.

Then it snapped.

"Thena!" He ran as fast as he could. There were no nets, as per a certain ringleader's demand (because it didn't instill the right excitement in the crowds). There was no protecting Thena from a bone shattering fall.

He plowed into her, just barely managing to catch her as they both rolled and skidded from his momentum. He somehow managed to keep a hold of her within his arms. His shoulder was most certainly jostled from where it was supposed to be, and he wouldn't be surprised if he had a number of bruises along his ribs and arms.

The crowd was up on its feet, women and children screaming. Kro was already trying to assure them and tell them there was no need to panic (no need to ask for their money back).

"Gil?"

He opened his eyes, scared to look at what happened. But he grunted as Thena leaned over him, her hair pooling on his chest as he lay on his back. Her hand trailed over his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Oh Gil," she whispered, her hand sliding down his cheek and neck and over his chest.

Gil looked around them. It was chaos, and this was definitely a worst case scenario. At least Thena wasn't hurt, but the repercussions would ripple through the whole crew. They had to check the equipment, they would have a meeting with everyone from every department. And Kro would be furious.

"Hey!"

Gil saw from somewhat upside down as Kro caught sight of them. He didn't know why the guy was anywhere but by his wife's side, but he was too tired to think about that now. He watched as Kro began the process of storming over to them.

"Get your filthy hands off of her!"

Oh, he was talking to him. Gil blinked, feeling as if he were hearing everything underwater, and his head hurt something fierce. But Thena was unharmed, that was all that mattered to him.

"Gil," Thena whispered to him. There was a flurry of motion around them, the crew rushing to talk to Kro about what to do about the broken highwire. They would serve as a barricade for them. "Can you see me?"

He could only ever see her. He nodded, groaning as he tried to sit up.

"It's okay, easy," she cooed to him as she helped pull him up. "We're going to get you some help."

Gil tried to hold himself up, but damn it felt hard. He didn't think he was really this heavy, but he couldn't keep his feet straight. He was like a newborn colt trying to walk for the first time.

"Come on, big fella," some of his friends from the crew got on either side of him. Of course Thena couldn't be the one to help try to walk him to the medical tent. But she smelled nicer than these guys.

"Gil," she called to him again, dragging his eyes up to hers. "Just look at me. You can't fall asleep."

Why not? He was dead tired and he felt like he'd been wrestling with the elephants.

"Just keep looking at me," she whispered, leading him with the sweet lyricism of her voice. Like a damn angel, that woman.

Gil sighed as they finally got him to the medical tent and seated on a bale of hay. He really was ready to lie down, but he let Thena drag his head upright again. Although he did whine a little as she shined some kinda light in his eyes.

"You can't sleep like this," she sighed, and then put something cold on the top of his head. His eyes naturally rolled upward, not that he could see whatever it was. She smiled, "it's just from the icebox. We have to keep the swelling down."

Oh, it was his head. That made sense why his ears were ringing, at least. "Are you okay?"

Thena looked at him in a way that made his heart melt. She sat beside him, even letting her knees in her sparkly stockings brush against his in his regular, ratty old trousers. "Thanks to you."

Gil looked at her, now that the chaos from the main tent was behind them. She did look fine, which was a relief. "Couldn't just let you fall."

It was almost not within his control, that was to say. But Thena took his hand in hers. "I know you couldn't. But I owe my life to you, all the same."

His mind was a few steps behind his mouth as he blurted out, "where's your husband?"

Normally he wouldn't bring him up, even just so as to not upset the lady.

But Thena didn't even blink, rubbing her thumb against his, "don't worry about him, for now."

"I wish you didn't have to worry about him," Gil mumbled out. He really was saying whatever was on his mind, huh?

Thena sighed, though, looking at him with those stunning green eyes. "I know. I wish so, too."

Gil closed his eyes as she adjusted the cloth bundle of ice on top of his head. It did feel nice, but it also gave him the chills. "He's gonna blow his top if we can't get the highwire restrung."

"That man would blow his top at the sky if it were the only thing around."

Gil chuckled, although it made his head hurt something awful. He groaned.

"Sorry." Thena brushed the backs of her knuckles over his temple, soothing the ache from the outside in.

Gil looked at the cloth walls of the tent. It was just some canvas, and it was far from impenetrable. But he looked at Thena, feeling like he really did have this moment to keep just to themselves. "Thena...if he ever hurts you, I swear-"

His eyes slid closed as she leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips were as soft as the light of first dawn. If he never believed in heaven before, maybe he did now.

Thena leaned back, her thumbs on his cheeks, "don't worry about me, Gil."

But he did. Every second of every day, he thought of her.

He was painfully in love with someone else's wife. "But-"

She kissed him again, more softly, and more chastely too, leaning back even quicker. "No buts, just try to rest. I can handle Kro."

Gil tried to protest again but Thena stood, leaving him alone on his little hay bale island. He blinked as she exited the tent, the warm glow inside contrasting the cold, blue light outside.

"Is he in there?"

"He's resting. Leave him be, Kro."

"Like hell I will. Bastard thinks he can put his hands on my wife?!"

Gil tried to get to his feet, stumbling to his knees at first. He tried again as the crack of a palm against a cheek sliced through the air. "Th-Thena?"

"He saved my life! More than you've ever done, and if I see you bothering him, I'll give the crowd something that will really scare them away and right out of your greedy hands."

He had never heard Thena raise her voice. He had seen her stand her ground with Kro, and he had no doubt she was as tough as a lady got, even with that brute of a husband. Maybe because of that brute of a husband.

"Ungrateful little whore."

"Call me whatever you want. Gilgamesh is not to leave his own sleeper car until he's healed."

She only ever called him Gil when they were alone.

"Fine, but the show goes on, even if the vet starts bleeding from the eyes."

Gil tried to stand again. He had to say that he would be fine. He couldn't let Thena be left alone with that devil. He groaned, managing to stand and take a few steps.

He only made it out of the tent in time to see Kro all but dragging Thena away, probably to berate her for talking back to him in front of the crew like that. But she turned and waved to him, assuring him of her well being.

Gil stood there, watching the woman he loved get dragged away by her husband. He couldn't make out any of the words his fellow crewmen and friends were chattering at him. All he was thinking about was how Thena had kissed him, and in such a way that could only mean that she loved him too.

#Thenamesh Circus AU #the drama!!!#I love it!#thank you for the ask!#honestly it's more dramatic than my usual stuff #but I love getting to revisit this AU #so I'm always happy to get the chance #and listen can you say star crossed lovers?#because oh my god it's so painfully obvious #talk about right person wrong time #Thena is on the ground with her hand on his chest like he's sleeping beauty and she's prince charming #and Kro is like huh...something's not right here #meanwhile everyone on the crew is gossiping and weeping on a nightly basis #they're so in love it's so beautiful but so sad!!!#so they create every window of opportunity for them that they can #Gil does get to eventually go to bed #and he sleeps for like 16 hours #when he finally wakes up he's got a dislocated shoulder and stumbles out #they get him some food and tell him everything is okay #he asks if Thena's okay and they say the lady's practically calling the shots since he got hurt #she's barking at Mister Kro an awful lot lately

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