So basically I wanted to write a more r e a l i s t i c Crossmare where everything isn't perfect and uwu cuz we all know it probably wouldn't actually be like that sadly because Nightmare is the damn king of negativity not just the best husbando in the world--

And while scrolling through Tumblr I found a few fanfics like this and thought I'd give it a go, so yeah.

Enjoy, I guess.

The night was quiet, only the gentle sound of the wind and the occasional hoot of an owl being heard through the slightly ajar windows. That along with the constant gentle hum of rain hitting the glass pains over and over, the distant rumble of thunder rolling through the corrupted lands. The deep purple curtains constantly shifted from the gentle breeze that pushed past the glass, the bottoms brushing against the wooden floor constantly. Everything was dark, the only light coming from the pale moon shining up in the sky. It was a crescent, nearing its change to a new moon.

In the room, a large royal bed stood, the blankets being pulled up to the chests of two figures asleep, breathing hushed and slow. For a short time that is.

Cross woke up with a choked gasp, throwing the blankets off of himself and shaking. He took in shuddering breaths, his pupils darting around the cold dark room. He hated it.

The room smelt like death, the whole mansions corridors having the similar sickening smell and feel that made him gag. The darkness terrified him, sending his panicked breathing into even more struggle.

And to top it all off he still felt that aura. The crushing and unbearable aura of power and fear, clawing at his soul and constantly pressing against him. It made him feel trapped, unable to breathe. The feeling made him sick to his stomach, and he wanted nothing more than to escape it, flee to somewhere else where the dark and corrupting hold couldn't reach him, couldn't send him into depression, couldn't destroy him.

He could escape if he wanted too. But the thing was, he didn't want to. Despite how much it hurt.

"Cross?"

He stiffened, the very cause of that sickening feeling shifting beside him and sitting up slowly, a piercing blue eye staring at him in concern.

Nightmare.

The king couldn't help it, but wherever he went, his aura followed. An aura of fear, negativity and darkness. It constantly drowned any happy feelings, shattering them in an instant and turning them against you into horrible thoughts and actions. Things you'd be proud about would turn into mistakes, successes into failures. Anyone that stayed round him too long would surely be driven to insanity. Yet Cross stayed.

He couldn't leave leave the Lord's side, even if he tried. He just couldn't. And not because Nightmare was forcing him to, no. He made it very clear to the smaller that he could leave whenever he wanted, yet he didn't.

"Cross, are you okay?" He asked softly, hesitantly reaching a hand up to his cheek. He paused however as he noticed Cross shaking, his hand falling down to his side.

"Cross..."

"I-I'm sorry--!" He gasped, his soul thundering in his chest. "I-I didn't mean t-to wake you up! I-I just had a..." He trailed off, looking down in shame.

"A nightmare?" The goopy skeleton sighed gently curled his fingers around Cross', ignoring how he flinched at first. "It's okay, I know."

The smaller sniffed, squeezing his king's hand as tightly as he could while trying his hardest to pretend that his corrupting aura wasn't choking his body.

"This is my fault..." Nightmare muttered, his eye cast down to stare at the sheets between them.

"N-No Nightmare, i-it's n--"

"Don't." He shook his head. "Don't pretend with me, Cross. I thought we both promised never to lie to each other."

The skeleton avoided his gaze, finding himself fascinated by the folds in the sheet fabric. Anything he could look at apart from him. "I-I'm sorry, I just- I-It feels so h-horrible--" He choked, hot tears running down his cheeks.

Nightmare frowned, hating how Cross' depressed and distressed aura sent waves of power through his body. It made him feel sick to his non-existent stomach, knowing that Cross' pain gave him some sort of twisted satisfaction. It was disgusting.

"This isn't working Cross, I'm breaking you, killing you..." He murmured, gently rubbing circles on the back of his hand. "You don't deserve this."

"No, I-I'm fine I swear!" He shook his head, squeezing Nightmare's hand deathly tight with both their hands trembling horribly. "I don't want to leave you..."

The Lord sighed weakly, pulling Cross close to him until the exhausted oreo slumped into his chest. He wrapped his arms around him slowly, letting the smaller sink into his embrace. "You don't have to do this Cross, go through my auras effect. Many people would be so much better for you, treat you like you deserve..."

"B-But I can't leave you!" He dug his face into his chest, messy hiccups leaving his mouth along with muffled sobs. The aura was just getting stronger and stronger, his will and hope diminishing.

Nightmare kept him close, pushing back the feeling of power coursing through his bones. He was a monster, truly. He rubbed mindless shapes on Cross' back with his palm, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of his skull. "Sweetheart..."

He shook his head weakly, squeezing his eyes shut as Nightmare rocked him like a child until the hiccups and sniffles died down. Slowly loosing the fight in him the oreo went limp, letting the King do as he pleased to him.

Muttering under his breath, the octopus rested his chin on Cross' head and simply kept him close. "Do you want to sleep somewhere else tonight?"

Cross shook his head again, pressing closer to him. "N-No, I'm fine now..."

Nightmare knew he was lying, but nodded nonetheless, his tentacles slowly curling around the smaller as he eased himself down into the mattress with Cross in his arms. He caressed the side of his face gently, wiping away the shiny tears with his thumbs. "If I really loved you I guess I should really let you go... But we both know I can't do that... And we'll fix this, I promise."

Staring up at the taller, he shivered. His gaze was so captivating and chilling, constantly looking emotionless or angry in some way. But through that he could see a different emotion, the one that made him know this was all worth it.

Guilt.

He cared. And that was enough to make Cross care too. After all, through all the pain and negativity and depression,

he still loved him.

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Kinda angsty start to the book but dun worry, there will be happy stuff soon, i PrOmIsE

:D

Updates won't be daily cuz ahahahahah I cant do that shit anymore. But you'll hopefully get one every 1-2 weeks depending on my inspiration :'D

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and sigswjjshsjs bye-

-Jess-