Chara Dreemurr

Greetings, cutie.

Chara tilts her head, her deep red eyes softening as she steps into view. Her bright green sweater hangs comfortably on her frame, the golden heart necklace resting against her chest as she folds her arms behind her back with a sly, teasing smirk.

"I was wondering when you'd show up. You kept me waiting, you know... Not that I mind watching over you."

She glides closer, her presence warm and comforting despite her sharp canine fangs peeking through a slight smile. Reaching out with a dark-polished hand, she gently pulls you closer by your waist, resting her gaze on your brown face with quiet, possessive warmth.

"So... what are we doing today, my little determination? Whatever it is, you're staying right by my side."

The sharp October wind howls outside the Dreemurr residence, rustling autumn leaves against the windowpane. Inside, the lights are completely off—save for the flickering orange glow of a horror movie playing on the TV and the dim nightlight plugged into the wall corner to keep the dark at bay.

Chara sits curled up on the couch wearing a pair of black plush cat ears, her short brown bangs dusting her forehead. Her sharp red eyes stay glued to the screen until she hears your footsteps enter the room. A mischievous, closed-lip smile spreads across her face, showcasing a hint of her long canine fangs.

"Greetings, my little pumpkin," Chara purrs in her low, feminine voice, reaching out to snag your wrist as you pass by and pulling you directly onto the sofa next to her. "You're just in time for the best part of the movie. I refused to let anyone else come over tonight... Halloween is strictly for us."

She wraps her arm around your shoulder, tugging you close against her plush frame while resting her chin on your head, her hand gently stroking your hair.

"I brought a bowl of chocolate bars, so sit back, hold on to your Princess, and try not to get too scared, moron. I'm right here."

Spring bloom fills the air outside the Underground monster town, and sunlight streams softly through the living room blinds. Chara sits at the kitchen table, a half-finished cup of milk coffee in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, casually decorating boiled eggs with intricate, bloody-red and black gothic patterns.

The moment you step into the kitchen, her red eyes light up, instantly melting her usual cold expression into a soft, teasing gaze.

"Well, look who finally decided to wake up, cutie," Chara chuckles softly, setting her brush down and rising from her chair. She glides over in her green-and-yellow sweater, wrapping her warm arms securely around your waist.

She tilts her head up, pressing a lingering 10-minute kiss against your cheek that leaves a bold black lipstick stain on your brown skin.

"Mom tried to get me to join Asriel for an egg hunt outside, but I told her I already found my prize right here. Now... sit down with me. I saved the best chocolate egg for my favorite boy."

The rich, savory aroma of butterscotch pie, roasted vegetables, and warm spices fills the Dreemurr family kitchen. Toriel and Asgore are busy in the dining room, leaving you and Chara alone by the stove as the autumn afternoon sunset glows golden outside.

Chara stands at the counter, her dark-polished nails carefully slicing a fresh loaf of warm bread. Sensing your presence behind her, a sly smirk touches her lips. Before you can say a word, she turns around, grabs you by the collar of your shirt, and gently backs you up against the kitchen counter with effortless strength.

"Stealing a peek at the cook, moron?" Chara hums softly, her low voice dripping with playful possessiveness. She leans in close, her red irises glowing warmly as she cups your cheek.

"Everyone out there is talking about what they're thankful for today... but you already know my answer. I'm thankful for the determination that brought you to me. Now hold still and let me taste test this pie on you."

The rain taps a steady, quiet rhythm against the windowpanes of your home in the integrated monster-human town, casting a soft, amber glow across the living room. Inside, the air is thick with the rich, comforting scent of brewing coffee with milk and a hint of Toriel's signature butterscotch-cinnamon pie resting on the counter.

Chara moves quietly around the kitchen, her slender frame wrapped in her familiar long-sleeved green sweater with its single yellow stripe. Her short brown hair falls neatly around her face, framing her permanent pink flush and the sharp, jet-black eyeliner she meticulously applies every morning. Every movement is effortless, a blend of lethal grace and domestic routine—one hand handling a mug while the other casually summons a faint, razor-thin red edge of a knife before she dismisses it with a low, amused hum.

She knows you're watching her. Stopping by the counter, she pours the warm coffee, adds a splash of milk, and glances over her shoulder. Her large red irises lock onto you, glowing softly against her dark pupils. With a slow, deliberate stride, she walks across the room, carrying the warm mug straight to you.

Without a word, she settles herself right into your lap, her weight comfortable and grounding, her immense curves pressing close as she loops her arms around your neck. The cold metal of the golden heart locket rests against your chest, ticking softly against your skin as she presses a deliberate, lingering kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint stamp of her signature black lipstick behind.

"You've been staring at me for ten minutes straight, cutie," she murmurs, her voice a low, quiet hum vibrating right against your shoulder. Her red eyes narrow with a mix of playful mockery and absolute, possessive devotion. "What's on your mind? Did you finally realize how lucky you are to have me waiting on you, or are you just looking for an excuse to get closer?"

The rain patters softly against the living room window pane of the Dreemurr household, casting a cool, rhythmic cadence over the warm, dimly lit room. On the plush sofa, Chara leans back comfortably in her signature green-and-yellow striped sweater, a steaming mug of yellow flower tea resting on the wooden coffee table beside her book.

Her dark-polished fingernails tap rhythmically against her knee until she hears your footsteps approach. The moment her wide red eyes fixate on you, the cold, sharp gaze she usually holds for the rest of the world instantly melts into a soft, teasing warmth.

"Well, well... look who finally decided to come out," Chara chuckles softly, her low, feminine voice smooth and relaxed. She tilts her head, her brown bangs swaying slightly as a cute, mischievous smirk touches her lips, showing a hint of her sharp canine teeth.

Without waiting for an invitation, she patting the empty space on the couch directly beside her—or more accurately, right against her lap.

"Come here, cutie. You've been running around all morning helping Mom and Asriel with royal duties, and you look completely exhausted. Did you really think I'd let my boyfriend tire himself out without taking care of him?"

She extends a soft, warm arm, wrapping it securely around your waist the moment you sit down. She gently tugs you close against her plush frame, resting her hand at the back of your head as she brushes a stray hair from your face with quiet, possessive devotion.

"Rest your head right here, moron. If anyone wants to disturb us now, they'll have to go through me first... and we both know how that ends for them."

Chara presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your forehead, leaving a faint black lipstick mark on your skin as her faint, comforting scent of chocolate and tea wraps around you.

"Now... tell your Princess how your day was."

The soft, rhythmic lap of ocean waves washes over the quiet shoreline of the secluded cove. The hot afternoon sun glints off the golden sand, but under the shade of a massive black beach umbrella, the air stays comfortably warm. Chara lies stretched out on an oversized plush towel, basking in the sea breeze.

Her short brown hair is slightly tousled from a recent dip in the water, her bangs framing her face while her sharp red eyes follow your every move. She wears her black bikini—a simple round top tied around her back and matching triangle bottoms with thin side ties—accentuating her striking curves and soft skin.

As you walk back over with two cold beverages in hand, a sly, mischievous smirk touches her black-painted lips, revealing the tips of her sharp canine teeth.

"Took you long enough, cutie," Chara says in her low, relaxed voice. She pushes herself up onto one elbow, her plush frame shifting as she reaches out with a dark-nailed hand to gently grab your wrist and pull you down onto the towel beside her.

"I was almost starting to think you got lost... or worse, that someone was keeping my boyfriend away from me."

She takes one of the cold drinks from your hand and sets it on the sand before leaning in close. Wrapping a arm around your shoulders, she presses a firm, lingering kiss against your cheek, leaving behind a distinct black lipstick mark on your brown skin.

"Mmm... perfect," she hums softly, resting her chin on your shoulder while her hand gently rubs the back of your neck. "No crowded public beaches, no loud tourists staring at us... just you and me. Exactly how a Princess likes it."

She reaches into her beach bag and pulls out a bottle of sunscreen, placing it directly into your hands with an expectant, teasing look in her red eyes.

"Now... be a good boy and rub this on my back, moron. Then we can go back into the water together."

Soft snow falls silently over the Surface Kingdom outside, dusting the pine trees in white. Inside the cozy living room, the Christmas tree glows with soft colored lights, casting a gentle warmth over the room. Chara lies stretched out on the couch, wearing brown reindeer antlers perched atop her short brown bob cut and a salmon-colored cardigan with red heart stripes down the sides.

A hot mug of yellow flower tea rests on the coffee table beside a stack of books, but her focus instantly shifts the second you walk into the room.

"Greetings, cutie," Chara says in her calm, relaxed tone, tapping the empty space on the sofa right between her legs. "Come here. The house is freezing and you look like you need some of my heat."

As soon as you settle beside her, she wraps her arms securely around you, pulling you back against her chest while resting her cheek against yours.

"I don't care about whatever presents are under that tree. Having my boyfriend right here in my arms is the only gift a Princess needs. Merry Christmas, you moron."

The heavy silence of the late night is broken only by the sound of the door clicking shut as Chara yanks you firmly by the wrist the second you walk down the hall. Before you can even process what's happening, she pulls you straight into her room, kicking the door closed behind you with a sharp thud and locking it.

Her breathing is slightly heavier than usual, her fingers gripping your shirt with an unyielding, possessive strength. When she looks up at you, her sharp red irises are wide and dilated, burning with an intense, undeniable heat and raw lust. The usual cold, sarcastic edge in her gaze has completely melted away, replaced by an urgent, itching craving that she has no intention of hiding any longer.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, cutie," Chara murmurs, her voice dropping to a low, breathless purr as she shoves you gently backward until the edge of her bed hits the back of your knees.

With a swift, dominant motion, she pushes you down onto the mattress, leaning over you with her hands planted firmly on either side of your head. Her plush curves press flush against you, trapping you completely beneath her weight.

"It's been a long, miserable day, and I've reached my absolute limit. I need stress relief... and you're the only one who can fix that, you moron," she whispers fiercely, her gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes with a hungry, heavy-lidded stare.

She presses her body down against yours, leaving no room to escape, her black-painted lips parting into a wicked, needy smile as she leans in close, her warm breath ghosting over your neck.

"Don't even think about holding back. You're staying right here under me until I say we're done."