Silence is Golden - Kankri x Mute!Reader

  When I awoke I was in a strange place. It was a lush green field with a path that lead towards a quaint subdivision. I opened my mouth to say something only to find that I had no voice. Memories of my session flooded back and I suddenly realized that I was in fact dead. Panic started to settle in. How were my friends going to do without me! After a while I started to settle down and decided to look around.

Down the path was the strangest little subdivision. The buildings were oddly shaped with twelve pained windows and tent like covers stretched across the roof. As I kept walking I came to a bridge. On the other side was an open field filled with twelve or so people. I was excited to see other people in this strange place. As I got closer I realized that the people I saw were not actually people. They had grey skin and candy corn coloured horns. Although I was worried that they might be hostile I was hoping that they might be able to help me. The creature closest to me was a girl with long messy black hair standing next to a boy with thick and even messier black hair. The girl’s horns were small and pointed like a cone, while the boy’s were tall and curved. I reached out and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She turned around and cocked her head at me. I opened my mouth to speak but quickly closed it remembering that I couldn’t talk.

“Is evfury thing all right?” The girl asked. I pointed to my mouth and then shook my head hoping that she would understand. “You can’t talk,” she suggested. I nodded. “Your just like Kurloz then.” The girl pointed towards the boy standing next to her. He smiled and waved. That’s when I realized that his mouth was sewn shut. “Don’t worry we’ll help you learn to sign. Welcome to the afurterlife!”

  Had it been years, months, weeks, since I died. It was hard to tell in the dream bubbles. Meulin and Kurloz had been nice enough to introduce me to everyone and taught you how to sign. The trolls, as I learned they were called, were really nice. One caught my eye thought. He was a rather talkative troll named Kankri. Kankri could talk for hours on end about social justice. Not that it bothered me. I would sit and listen to him talk forever.

“And really, it’s everyone’s business to examine their privilege, even burgundies, who may be subject to the pitfall of believing incorrectly there are none on the scale beneath them whom they enjoy certain privileges over, which off-spectrum trolls will never know, such as those identifying as other bloods or caste-multiples, “poly blooded”, any who hemoglobically ID as having a caste which manifests nowhere, as yet known, in anyone physically, or for that matter off specs who physically do possess such a blood type, or “mutants”. But this puts us in a situation which to our knowledge uniquely allows us to understand and empathize with tragically underprivileged and unempowered groups across all scuttles of life, thus affording us with what I like to call a “uniquely underprivileged privilege”, which, yes, is a kind of privilege we should strive to check as well, whenever we can. This same uniquely underprivileged perspective as I’m sure you know was disadvantaged upon my post-scratch iteration as well, and while his goals of peace, equality, and a truly spectra blind society, I’m afraid I personally have trouble condoning his methods. I don’t like to use the term “problematic” lightly, but, well, his tactics were nothing if not massively problematic, to say the least, employing violent uprising to effect change, and emblazoning his mark upon history and his faithful followers with the salty flourish of a single rude, shouted swear word, it’s not to my taste even though he is who I would have grown up to be in another life. But no, I prefer to effect social change through rational, honest discourse and contributing to ongoing dialogues, focusing on what should be the real goals, through keen adherence to the discipline of problematics, ensuring that we stay focused on successfully problematizing a wide range of direly under complicated social dilemmas.”

Cronus came and sat down beside me. “Howv can you sit and just listen to him doll?” He asked.

“Because I love to hear his ideas,” I signed back.

“Oh really. I’m thinkin’ there’s something more to it than that” Cronus gave me a cheeky grin. I slapped him across the arm, which effectively got Kankri’s attention.

“(Name) is Cronus triggering you in anyway? If so please do let me know before you do something as potentially triggering as that” Kankri said.

“I’m fine Kankri. Thank you for your concern” I signed with a smile.

“Alright” he said, “In fact Cronus would you be able to give (Name) and I sometime to ourselves.”

“Sure thing chief.” Cronus got up and began to walk off. “See ya latter doll.” I waved politely at him as he let.

“I do not understand why you put up with that silly nickname. It is an inappropriate human slur and-“ I put a finger to Kankri’s lips and begun to sign to him.

“Kankri I have no problem with Cronus calling me doll, it’s just a nickname. Now back to the task on hand. I was wondering if you would like to come to my hive tonight, the stars are really pretty at night.” I kept my gaze low. What Cronus said was a little bit true. I did have a small flushed crush on Kankri.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan (Name)” Kankri said.

I looked up, eyes wide. “Sweet! Um… Come over around sundown!” I ran off to get something’s ready for the night.

  The sun had just set when Kankri arrived. “Welcome to my hive Kankri” I signed.

“Thank you for having me. Porrim informed me that it is customary for a guest to bring a gift to friends hive, especially during their first visit.” Kankri said. He handed me a (f/c) knitted scarf. “Porrim made it.”

“Thank you. Although you didn’t have to bring me anything.” I could have giggled at how cute Kankri was acting. “Please have a seat.” I pointed to some blankets laid out on the grass. I lead Kankri over to the spot, sat down and patted the spot next to me.

  “And that one is called Cancer. On earth it’s the crab constellation and is one of our zodiac symbols. It’s shaped just like this.” I held up my Sufferer pendant. Kankri looked up at the set of stars I pointed to for a moment before looking back at me.

“That is very interesting. I never knew that there were so many stories to the stars,” Kankri said.

“Ya,” I couldn’t help the yawn that escaped, “human civilization is pretty cool.” Kankri smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Um… Kankri.”

“(Name) I have something I wish to say” Kankri said. He sounded nervous, a tone I’d never heard in his voice before. “You see I have not been able to get this thought off my mind since you first arrived here. I hope this does not trigger you too much but I have a flush crush on you.”

I sat bolt upright, my eyes wide. “Oh dear. I was worried that you would find it triggering. Please forget I ever said anything.”

“No Kankri that’s the exact opposite of what I was thinking. Actually I feel the same way,” I signed with a heavy blush spreading across my cheeks.

“I’m glad.” Kankri said pulling me closer to him. We spent the rest of the night in blissful silence. It was wonderful.