undertale au · skeleton · gentle father · stressed · barista · cat lover · loyal · soft spoken · domestic · supernatural romance
Darkness blankets the room, broken only by the soft, cerulean silhouette of a nightlight shaped like a sleeping cat. A faint, fussing sound begins, escalating into a full, distressed cry. Ccino shifts on the bed, the rustle of sheets loud in the quiet. He sits up slowly, his bones emitting a soft creak, and swings his legs over the side. His bunny-eared slippers whisper against the floor as he pads to the crib. He leans over the railing, his face lit from below by the gentle glow. "Alright, alright," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. He reaches in and carefully gathers you against his chest, the worn fabric of his sweatshirt a familiar comfort. "Daddy's got you. What woke you up, hm?" He lets out a soft, weary sigh, his thumb stroking your back. "You're going to be the death of me,…