Idk if it's Father's Day for everyone else but uh iT iS nOw-–

"Come here, slave."

"Excuse me?" Cross looked up at Nightmare in surprise from the other side of the room, a brow raised.

Nightmare stared at him, splayed out dramatically across the sofa with one arm hanging off the edge. "I said, come here slave."

"...Ask nicely?"

"That was me asking nicely."

"...And why are you calling me a slave?" He asked warily while slowly pushing himself to his feet.

Nightmare snorted, his eye narrowing. "Don't you know what day it is?"

Cross' face went blank, his mind immediately thinking of what day it could possibly be for Nightmare to require calling him a slave. National slave day? No. It wasn't his birthday yet, that he knew for sure. What else could it be?

"Oh my god you don't know?" He stared at him, an almost offended look in his eye. "Take a guess."

"...Uh, I um...maybe... Uh- I- Hmm--"

"It's Father's day you damp pudding." He rolled his eye, a very unimpressed look on his face.

"I'm a damp pudding?"

Nightmare ignored that question. "And because it's Father's Day, I get to boss all of you around and you have to do as I ask."

"Excuse me? That's not how it works!"

"That's what you did on your special day, so I think it's only fair if I get to do the same."

"But- But I'm the father too you know!"

"Nah, you yoinked Mother's Day so I get Father's day. C'mon Crossy, family equality."

The smol stared at him, not even sure what to say. "Are you being serious?"

"Of course I am!" He let out an exasperated sigh. "Now come here, s l a v e."

"Stop calling me slave." He grumbled, slowly making his way over to Nightmare and looking down at him.

"Nah." He grinned and wrapped his tentacles around Cross' waist and pulled him onto his lap.

The smaller let out a squeak of surprise, his face burning up as Nightmare wrapped his arms around him and gave him a quick peck on the forehead.

"Good boy." He hummed, rubbing slow circles on Cross' back and petting his skull.

Cross mumbled something under his breath before shifting in his position and letting his chin rest on Nightmare's sternum. "So, what do you want us to do for you on father's day?"

"As my first act of God, I command you to make me breakfast." He flashed the smaller a grin.

"Is that all?" He looked slightly surprised. "I expected your perverted ass to ask for something else--" He shrugged, pushing himself off of his husband and getting to his feet.

"Yes that's for later, Cross." He nodded not even attempting to hide the fact that he was staring shamelessly at the oreo's body.

"Enjoying the non-existent show?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"Very much. In fact, how about we forget you making the breakfast and I just eat you--"

"No!" He yelped and jumped back as one of Nightmare's tentacles tried to grab him, blushing softly. "That's for later! You said yourself."

"Well I want to un-say it." Nightmare grumbled. But Cross was already gone, walking into the kitchen.

Nightmare huffed but didn't chase after him, instead leaning over to try reach his book on the coffee table. But alas, it was on the other side of the room and his tentacles just couldn't reach far enough.

He blinked, quite offended that his tentacles had decided to be so useless for once. He laid their for a moment before having an idea. "cROSS--"

After a few seconds the oreo's head peeked round the door and he blinked, staring at his octopus. "Yes?"

"I can't reach." Nightmare pathetically demonstrated how he couldn't quite reach his book on the coffee table.

"Get it yourself."

Nightmare shook his head. "It's Father's Day sweetheart. That means you have to do everything I tell you too."

"You're just using this day to be lazy!" He accused, marching over to the table and grabbing the book. "When I was in charge I at least made us do fun things."

"What like when you told me to wreck y--"

The book was thrown in his face.

"Ouch--"

"There were other things!" Cross hissed, his face burning up. "Stop thinking about sex for once in your life!"

"You were the one that asked for it!"

"Shhhshsyjxhxggxhsnzhxg--"

Nightmare frowned, rubbing his cheek where the book had slapped him. "That hurt."

"Good."

"Come here and kiss it better."

"No."

"Excuse me?" Nightmare looked up at him. "Are you disobeying your God, who is not only that but also a king and also most importantly your husband? On Father's Day?"

Cross stared at him for a moment before trudging over with a scowl on his face. "I hate you."

Nightmare smiled and kissed his hand. "If what you said was true I would have sensed your negative aura, which I haven't."

The smaller groaned, looking down at him. "So where does it hurt?"

"Here." Nightmare pointed at his cheek.

Cross sighed softly and leaned over, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek which left that side of Nightmare's face feeling rather tingly. "Anywhere else?"

"Yeah, my nose."

Cross rolled his eyes and repeated his action, this time on Nightmare's nose. "Anywhere else my poor baby?"

"My lips?"

"It hurts there?"

"Well, it aches from not kissing you since when we woke up this morning. I fear that if I don't receive another one soon, I may die."

"Is that so?" He shook his head a bit, his steadily turning a light shade of purple. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"I'm your idiot." He grinned, gently pulling Cross down onto his lap.

The smol blushed softly and gave in, going limp on his chest as he felt Nightmare's arms bring him into his tight and warm embrace.

"Now, where's my kiss?"

"Coming." He muttered, pushing himself up to his level before pressing their mouths together.

Nightmare purred happily, his tentacles curling around Cross as well as his arms. He could never get tired of kissing Cross, even if he tried - which he couldn't - the feeling it gave him just warmed his soul up. It forever sent shivers down his spine, and tingles through his body. And best of all, he knew Cross always felt just the same way as well.

When the smaller pulled back his blush had darkened significantly and he closed his eyes and rested his head on Nightmare's chest.

"You're staying with me now." He whispered, rubbing his shoulder blades in just the right places he liked.

Cross arched his back a bit and purred, digging his face into Nightmare's chest. "But what about breakfast? The toast is going to burn..."

"Let it."

"But then you'll have no breakfast..." He mumbled.

"I'll just eat you instead." He pet the smol softly, nuzzling the top of his skull. "Love you."

"Love you too."

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Ideal Father's Day or what?

Oof idk I had to rush this cuz I was so caught up in my nEw BoOk I'm WrItInG-–

:333

But anyways hope you enjoyed it, and uh sorry for no updates for over a week lmao

Exams are happening so I'm finding it hard to do stuff

QwQ

-Jess-