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"You're so...pretty."

Cross shuddered as Nightmare's sharp finger dragged across his collar bone, his eyes narrowed as he stared up at his king. The intimidation he gave off was immense, waves of his overpowering aura flowing from his freakish body to coil around cross. Much like those monstrous tentacles that curved from his back, twitching.

"Especially when you're all riled up like this..." His voice was soft but sharp with amusement, a slanted grin stretching across his mouth to reveal his perfect white teeth. He towered over the monochromatic skeleton, one hand gripping his jaw tightly while the other had now made it's way to tracing his sternum.

Lips curling in a snarl Cross hissed lowly, his pupils slowly travelling to the tentacle embedded deep into the wall beside his head, the stone cracked and wallpaper splintered into flaky fragments that fluttered to the floor like feathers.

"I'm not pretty, Nightmare."

"Oh?" He raised a brow, surprised his little soldier had spoken back without permission.

"No. And I'm not your little toy either." He shoved the taller away, palms pressed flat against his chest to administer a strong push.

The taller took two steps back before stoping, his pupil rolling down to stare at the spot Cross had pushed distastefully, a somewhat weary sigh leaving him. "It's a real shame when you retaliate like this, sweetheart."

Barking a laugh Cross jabbed a hand at him, a burning knife held in his grip within seconds. The blade was thin and long, it's tip scalding crimson and buzzing with magic energy. It tapped the underside of Nightmare's jaw, resting on his throat threateningly.

"I'm not your sweetheart."

Tipping his head to the side Nightmare chuckled, the sound sending slight tremors of dread through Cross' soul and momentarily making him doubt his decision. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. Maybe he should have stood still and let Nightmare continue with what they started. Maybe he should have stood still and stayed pretty.

"We're not having this argument again, are we, Cross?" His hand gripped the top of the knife without a care for the sizzle of his slime being fried. He took a step forwards, the tip of the blade sinking right through his neck and out the other side. But he was unfazed, his slime simply enveloping around the blade and pushing through his body until he came to a stop, his chest flush with the hilt. "Drop it."

His confidence plummeted and he took a stumbling step backwards, eyes wide as he watched the lord simply side through his knife as if it were a mere illusion. His wrist felt heavy and his fingers fell slack, the weapon clattering to the floor between them noisily.

"Good boy." Nightmare's mouth stretched into a wide grin and he stepped over the knife, his cold hand grasping Cross' helpless one tightly. Their fingers intertwined and he hummed, his free hand cupping the smaller's lightly flushed cheek.

He felt defeated, hanging his head in shame and staring down at the floor between them. He'd failed again. And this time he'd been so close...

"You won't try that again now, will you sweetheart?" His voice was oh so soft, a relaxing murmur that drew him in like a moth to a flame. It was a soothing rumble, like the thunder that constantly plagued the corrupted lands he could hear from their bedroom in the dark nights were he was kept up, unable to fall asleep without the constant paralysing fear of what would visit him when he did. He leant into his touch, shaking his head meekly.

"Good." He hummed and gripped his chin gently, tipping the skeleton's head up to face him, his pupil delightedly scanning over the soldiers defeated expression, a thumb lightly tracing his lightning scar.

Oh his emotions were delicious. A mixture of anger, humiliation, upset. And of course that lingering spark of love. They fed him like a fire, helping his empire build to what it once had been. He could never get enough of them.

"There's no need to keep trying to run, Cross." He murmured, a tentacle sliding around his waist and pulling the docile skeleton close to his chest. "Is there?"

He shook his head softly, face digging into his chest as he felt Nightmare's warm breath hit his neck. It sent rippling shivers through his body like water in a bubbling stream, reaching all the way to his fingertips and toes. Of course there was no need. Why would there be? Why had he even tried to run?

"After all, you have everything you could ever want here... My love."

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Back at it with some Cannon-Crossmare

Ugh the idea of Nightmare being unable to feel positive emotions and kinda using Cross for his negativity is well... hot

I mean, someone had to say it

Also writing Cross to a more cannon form is kinda fun Ngl fuck they're both daddies butnightmaremore

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Next update coming in under a month 🥺

And are there any particular one-shot series of mine you'd like to see more parts of? Just so I can have an idea of what to write

-Jess-