A collection of inane nonsense (ranging from Error being reincarnated as Palette to Dust finding a new love for the color pink) circling around the many AUs and Multiverses of the Undertale world. Some stories will be connected; Others will be rando...
Summary: Dream, Cross, get a room if you want privacy.
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(Warning: This story contains cheating/infidelity and intimacy [kissing, etc.].)
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A warm smile rested on Dream's face while a flurry of excitement and happiness buzzed in his soul.
Ink left the house early to take care of a severe emergency in a distant, dangerous AU (which he'd likely forget about before managing to address it), liberating the Guardian of Positivity from his typical nonsensical chaos. I.e., randomly jumping up and down on the bed in the middle of the night like a child, leaving mustard under the pillows, flicking on/off the bedside lamp, drawing on Dream's skull while he was trying to sleep, and many, many other things.
But, best of all, his absence provided plenty of freedom for a certain skeleton to visit.
Dream released a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around a muscular waist.
Cross pulled back slightly, gently cupping his jaw and clicking their teeth together. He let his eyes slip shut before slowly leaning forward, deepening their kiss while firm hands worked their way under his shir-
"Mornin', Mom, Dad."
His eye sockets snapped open at the voice, and he and Cross instantly jumped away from each other as if electrocuted.
With a bright yellow flush creeping up his skull, the guardian spun on his heels to face his seven-year-old son, who by all means (based on the time displayed on the microwave clock) wasn't due out of bed for the next hour and a half.
"P-palette!" Dream nervously greeted. All the while, failing to fight down an uneasy laugh. "My sunlight, you're... up early. Is something wrong?"
The pajama-clad child yawned, absently rubbing his belly, and said, "Too hungry."
"Of course... I was just about to get started on breakfast anyway." Dream lied, quickly moving to the fridge and removing the carton of eggs inside.
Meanwhile, Cross anxiously gestured at the doorway. "I'm gonna..."
He slowly began to creep in the exit's direction. However, before he got even three steps toward it, a tiny hand caught his large one and caused his mismatched eyelights to drift down and meet two pleading ones.
"Dad, you aren't leaving for work already, are you?" Palette whined, staring up at him with a pout.
The monochrome warrior froze, akin to a deer in headlights. His eyelights shifted to Dream, who merely stared (equally surprised), and then back to the young skeleton.
"I... no?"
Palette gasped excitedly. "Does that mean you're going to eat breakfast with mom and me today?!"
"...Sure- uh, buddy?"
"Really! Thanks, Dad!" The child promptly unhanded Cross and scampered into the hall, presumably to go complete his morning ritual for the day.
Once he was far enough away, the sword-wielding skeleton gave his lover a glance and questioned, "He... he does know I'm not Ink, right?"
Dream grimaced.
"...Eh. Maybe, maybe not- He has issues understanding things. Sometimes, I wonder if Ink dropped him on his skull a few times and never told me about it..." He said, casting a worried look in the direction his son wander off in.
"...That would explain some things," Cross admitted, then leaned to the side to glimpse down the hall, watching as the retreating young skeleton miraculously tripped over the thin air and proceeded "demon crawl" back to his bedroom instead of getting up. "Then again, it might be Ink's genetics shining through."
