Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

“You doubted me?” “Not doubted,” he replied. “Just… waited to see.” Avery let out a small breath, shaking her head slightly. “That sounds like doubt.” “It’s not,” he said. “It’s patience.” She glanced at him again, studying his expression. And for once, she didn’t argue. Because she understood it. He hadn’t been pushing her. He hadn’t been forcing her to get to this point faster than she was ready for. He had just… waited. And that mattered more than she realized.

“Because watching you like this… is enough.” That silenced her. For a moment, her fingers stilled. She looked at him, the gentle rise of his chest, the curve of his mouth fighting back a smile, the way his eyes softened whenever they met hers. There was tenderness there, yes, but also patience. The kind of patience that didn’t demand, that simply waited. Her breath trembled slightly. “You make it sound so easy.” “It’s not,” he said softly. “But it’s worth it.” The room fell into quiet again. Only the sound of waves brushing the shore filled the silence. Sarah’s gaze drifted to the plate, to the last remaining pancake. Slowly, she picked it up, broke it into small pieces again, and arranged t

“Listen to yourself, bro. You just said if Lucas lets him. Don't worry about it. I think Lucas loves you. So you need to be patient until he is ready.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I'm scared, do you think he will listen to me tomorrow?” “No, he won't, maybe in a few weeks or months.” “What?” “What do you expect? You can't expect him to hug you tomorrow. He is very mad at you. Why didn't you give him a chance to explain? You should have given him the benefit of the doubt. You need to give him time and gradually make up for what you've done. It can only work when he believes that you trust him. So you need a whole lot of patience.”

“After summer. When it gets cold again.” “That’s so long! I want him to come out NOW!” “He needs to grow bigger first. So he’s strong and healthy when he’s born.” Charlotte considered this. “Okay. But tell him to hurry up. I’ve been waiting FOREVER.” “You’ve been waiting four months. That’s not forever.” “It FEELS like forever.” Patricia appeared, apologetic. “I’m sorry. She’s very good at escaping during quiet time.” “It’s okay. We were just talking to James.” Seraphine kissed Charlotte’s head. “But now you need to go back with Patricia. Mama has to work.”

"You did. In approximately three hours less time than Lucia." She looked at him across the table. At the specific quality of the way he was looking at her, not the operational regard, the other one, the full and unguarded weight of someone who had decided she was something specific and was not going to manage that decision into something smaller. "I need to tell you something," she said. He waited with the particular quality of patience that was his most disarming characteristic, the absolute unhurried certainty of a man who understood that some things could not be rushed without being broken.

she said and stood up. I sighed. “That’s all?” “Patience is a virtue,” “Alright. I’ll be here by morning,” I said and stood up. “I’ll walk him out,” Grayham quickly replied. “Of course,” Glinda responded and turned around. “Do you know what she’s driving at?” I turned to Grayham as we exited the café. “Honestly, I have no idea but like she said, patience is a virtue so let’s follow her lead and see what she’s got and besides, she made a promise to your father to help us so fingers crossed,” Grayham replied.

I chuckled quietly as I kept stepping on my feet towards the park. My steps have stalled. My blue eyes caught an empty park bench near to where I was standing. I sat watching the snow fall slowly, closing my eyes for a moment. It etches a smile on my lips. It was great to see Claire find someone she loved. ‘When can I find mine too?’ “You mean, you want to be fooled?” asked someone from my side. ‘This voice....’

I groan in frustration. “Not just yet, my Luna. I’ve yet to taste you everywhere. Yet to touch and kiss all of you. I haven’t even claimed your lips yet. Patience is a virtue.” “Then get on with it already! Stop this torture, Slade. I order you to come inside me.” “So impatient,” he growls, “but good things come to those who wait.”

I arranged the day so that it read as coincidence to her, and as inevitability to me. When men lack patience, they break the thing they desire. Patience taught me restraint. Restraint taught me to wait for the precise tension point—the moment when hunger becomes unbearable yet still rational enough to think it is choice. That was where true conquest lived: not in forced obedience, but in manufacturing the illusion of liberty until the captive crawls into the cage and affixes the lock herself.

The strong breeze seized the moment; with a lion’s roar it whirled about them and tugged at their clothes. ‘So where do we go from here?’ Patience finally said. ‘Well, funny you should ask that, because we’re reliant on your absolutely fantastic skill with languages,’ Lucas said. ‘You’re softening me up for something bad, aren’t you?’ ‘Well, that would be based on what you call “bad” wouldn’t it?’ Lucas said. ‘I’ll base it on whether you would do it,’ Patience said sternly. ‘I would,’ Lucas said. ‘If I were you.’