11 Works by pururiru
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Dream turned his face slightly, cheek pressing against the center of Nightmare’s chest as if he had simply run out of strength to hold himself upright.
He let out a small breath, something in him finally easing after centuries of distance.
“I missed you,” he murmured softly.
Nightmare went completely still.
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Sol hummed softly, rocking forward slightly where he sat, fingers still stroking the mark like it might vanish if he stopped touching it.
He wondered what you would look like.
He wondered how you would sound when you said his name.
"I wonder," he crooned. "If you'll run from me?"
Sol hoped you would.
Alternatively: I Died and Woke Up in Another World Where I Have to Help Some Guy Stop His Crazy Brother From Destroying Everything (And We're Soulmates!?)
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"What gall you have," Sol said lightly, laughing under his breath. "Shooing me away like some errant toddler."
The laughter did not reach his eyes.
Two men with egos like theirs should never have been allowed to share the same space, Saffron groused silently. And Lavender had the nerve to accuse him of having a god complex.
"If you're only going to throw a tantrum, it only proves my point," Sun replied, smiling as if this were harmless banter.
"Can you just makeout already and let me work," Saffron said, the words escaping before he could reconsider them.
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The JR officer stood frozen in the doorway, paperwork clutched like a lifeline, eyes wide and cycling through every stage of oh-fuck processing. Glitter still dusted everything. Their leader—pinned on the floor, mouth painted violet and gold, enemy underneath him looking a little too smug for someone supposedly captured.
The officer's jaw worked silently for a solid three seconds.
"I—reports—sir—" Voice cracked like thin ice. Papers fluttered. "Sorry! Very sorry—"
They spun, nearly tripping over his own boots, and fled, the door slamming behind them.
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“It won’t last,” Nightmare said after a moment.
Lune’s posture shifted almost imperceptibly. He couldn't help the way his sockets widened.
“The petrification,” he clarified. “It didn’t last with Dream. And he only had one apple.”
The cigarette slid from his fingers and fell to the floor, forgotten. It burned quietly where it landed.
Dread pooled instantly in Lune’s chest, thick and suffocating. The thought of those wings cracking free, of that halo flaring back to life, made something inside him recoil.
But beneath it, quiet and traitorous, was relief.
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Dust exhales through his teeth. “Stop.”
Killer tilts his head a fraction. “Stop what?”
“Shut up. Stop looking.” Dust jerks his chin toward the doorway. “There’s no one there.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Killer says smoothly.
Dust is a Sans. He can smell a boldfaced lie like that a mile away.
“Yeah you do.”
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“Yes,” the man murmured, voice dropping into something softer, more thoughtful. “I can see why he keeps you around.”
Cross’s SOUL kicked against his ribs. He brought his hands up, trying to wrench free, trying to twist away from the grip on his face.
“You shouldn’t run, dear,” He continued, unbothered. “It only prolongs the inevitable.”
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His sockets caught the light from the screen, violet bright and unguarded. For the first time since they met, he looked openly awed instead of lost. It suited him. Blue found himself smiling without thinking.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a quieter thought followed. He wanted to keep it that way. Not because others didn’t deserve to smile too. Just… Nightmare especially.
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He had anticipated that by now. He expected to be pressed against the chaise by now, stripped bare, teeth clenched as he waited for it to be over.
Instead—
"They never treated us properly," the corrupted murmured instead, voice smooth. "I want to show you what we were robbed of."
"I don’t—" Nightmare’s breath hitched as a tendril traced higher, brushing the inside of his thigh, testing. "I don’t understand," he managed at last, the words thin and unsteady as they left him.
"Of course you don’t," he said softly. His serpentine eye glittered as it caught the light, the same hue as the black apple’s glow. That familiar, poisonous luminescence.
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He didn't wait for a reply. "Shut up. Buzz off and go die somewhere already."
“That’s cute,” Killer sighed softly, like Dust’s outburst was entertaining. He fell into step beside him, matching his pace just enough to be noticeable, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But that’s not how this is gonna go.”
“You and me? We’re gonna be together a looooong time." His grin widened as he dragged the word out, savoring it. “Better get used to working here, Dust‑bunny.”
The nickname made him grimace.
"As if." He said flatly, "As soon as I can get away from that slimy asshole, I'm gone." He meant it.
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“I will not numb you,” Nightmare said softly.
Killer felt nothing but further devastation at his words. It felt like the world was ending.
“Then just kill me,” Killer gasped. “Death is better than this.” His body lurched again, a dry, shaking wretch pulling through him as determination spilled unchecked down his face, streaking the dark sheets.
Nightmare tightened his hold immediately. Tendrils slid firm around Killer’s ribs and waist and drew him close, forcing his body upright.
“No,” he murmured lovingly. “I will not let you die.” His grip didn’t loosen as he spoke. If anything, it tightened. “You will never escape my grasp. You know this.”
He smiled. It wasn't kind.