So like this one of the shortest things ever Skskskksks

I honestly didn't have a clue what to do for Valentines Day and I wasn't motivated enough for a smut, so you get this

⚠️This may not be cannon to the storyline, just a little Drabble. I'll decide later on the result⚠️

Anyway enjoy ;)

"This is indescribably important, you got that, squirt?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good." Nightmare cast a look back at his partner in crime with a grin, his white teeth glinting in the dark night. "You remember the plan, don't you?"

"Uh, perhaps." He couldn't shake the feeling of confusion from his scrambled mind as him and Nightmare stood flat against the wall of a street, their eyes both trained on the shop opposite.

It was a flower shop. Yeah, a flower shop. It was small and completely normal, not a single dodgy thing about it. It's outside displays had been packed up for the night and the lights had all shut out, casting the interior in a swathe of blankety darkness. The night was cold. Only the light from the street lamps, moon and occasional headlights from a car lit up the shop. Even the haunting moonlight didn't make it look any more special. It just looked... disappointingly normal.

A cute floral patterned sign swayed in the night wind, emitting soft creaks with every little swing. It reminded Cross of the swings you'd find in a play park, the ones that looked so innocent in films until they started moving by themselves.

Beside him Nightmare was muttering something unintelligible under his breath, pulling his grey turtleneck sweater up over his nose and mouth while his coat hood was pulled all the way up, fur hanging low over his eyes. "You ready?"

"Honestly? No. I haven't a clue why we're breaking into this innocent, pretty and peaceful flower shop on the high street at twelve minutes to midnight."

"Like I told you before, peanut - all will be clear after we break inside. You'll understand soon, don't worry." He snickered to himself and rolled his single eye, acting as if Cross had asked him to hold his hand while they crossed the road.

Sighing loudly Cross pushed himself off of the wall and stretched his arms behind his back, wrists rolling. "Let's just get it over with, I'm tired and want to curl up on the soft warmth of my giant stuffed pier-won panda."

"That thing is getting manky." He scoffed and shook his head. "It's practically falling apart - stuffing is scattered all over the room. I don't see why you still have it."

"Wh- that's my only bed!" He shot him a glare. "You won't take turns, and you certainly won't let me sleep in the bed with you!" He let his gaze dropped down to the ground as so to not give away his expression. He didn't want him to know that another reason he wouldn't throw it away is because it had been Nightmare that has won it for him, and he'd grown disgustingly attached to it. It bothered him immensely, but everything Nightmare did and or got for him just seemed special. For Christ's sake he could probably hand him a pebble with  a smily face made from blood on it and he'd left end up cherishing it like a pot of gold. He'd mime throwing it away, but as soon as the octopus wasn't looking he'd most likely snatch it back up. Pathetic.

Just the other day he'd mockingly handed him a daisy picked from a scraggly patch of grass, saying it was a gift of his gratitude from 'saving' him from a large Doberman dog. He still had that - now dead - daisy resting on the chipped windowsill of their room above the bar.

"Peanut, you know I have absolutely no obligations to you sleeping with me." Shooting him a sideways glance, he gave him that same grin that would send his soul twisting like knots in a rose bush, his chest always feeling inexplicably tighter.

"You can shut up before I hit you." He hissed, his fingers curling threateningly over the hilt of the sheathed kitchen knife he always carried around.

"You'd never stab me, pumpkin. But the thought is appreciated - now let's go."

Before Cross could splutter a weak, half-assed response, Nightmare had already stepped out off of the street and across the road, not caring to check for any cars. Not that there was any real need to, the night was as quiet as the rolling clouds above them. He made a beeline straight to the flower shop and Cross quickly slipped on behind him, a momentary stumble stalling his usual grace. God, why did this guy have to mess with him so much.

"Hurry up princess." Nightmare called in a sing-song voice, blue eye glinting as they reached the entrance. "Don't lay behind now."

"I think that's officially the worst nickname you've given me so far." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"... Worse than pot noodle?"

"... Yes."

"Oh, nice to know - I'll keep notes." Humming to himself in amusement at his own 'hilarity' he pulled out a wire from his pocket, bending and twisting it until he was satisfied and then shoving it in the front door lock and fiddling.

Crossing his arms over his chest the oreo sighed, his eyes anxiously flickering around to check for anyone that might catch them in the middle of their elaborate plan that Nightmare would still tell him nothing of. He could be doing something as childish as nicking the scented soaps for all he knew. Or maybe it was something more...

In any reality Cross didn't have any more time to dwell over it as a click rang out behind him and Nightmare gave the distinctive low chuckle that meant he was onto something. They were in.

Stepping through the florally decorated glass door Cross stared at the shop's interior, his curious gaze wandering over shelves of flowers, cases of bouquets, platforms of potted plants and endless wreathes of roses. The bad lighting didn't really do it justice, but the shop really did look pretty under the soft glow of the moon, rays of its reflected light pouring through the windows in a gentle stream. It was if someone had painted them on digitally before lowering the opacity by 60%.

The floor was soft grey tiles, the occasion one in twenty having a different flower pattern on it. Just like the bouquets in front of him, they ranged from tulips, roses, fuchsias, lilies, orchids and all sorts. They were all arranged perfectly, not a single petal out of place or leaf crumpled.

"Pff- look at them." Nightmare scoffed, completely ruining the mood. "I swear this is the only time they can charge £9.00 for a measly bunch of flowers and get away with it."

Looking away Cross rolled his eyes to the ceiling, noticing how that too was decorated with painted on twisting vines with blooming flowers peaking from their stems. The whole shop was a work of art really.

To his right he could hear rustling, but shoved it aside to stare at the ceiling more. He honestly couldn't care what weird thing Nightmare was up to, much more content straining his sleep deprived pupils to see the details in each and every leaf.

He didn't know how long he'd spent standing there, and honestly he could have zoned out for five or ten minutes for all he knew. But reality was ripped back into his body like a slap of cold water as someone coughed loudly.

Blinking he looked down, only to find himself met with a face full of something soft and very nice smelling. Shoving whatever it was away, he felt his hands clasp around the unmistakable feeling of tissue paper, hard and strong stems held firm beneath.

They were flowers. A large bunch - roses, to be specific. They were packed together to the point where the bunch looked full, but not packed together and forced. Perfect. One side was full of lush, deep crimson roses, their petals as alluring as they were pretty. Their pearled surfaces were covered in dewy drops of water, the moonlight catching on them like nothing he'd ever seen before. And radiating beside them, the other half crystal white. They almost shone against the red flowers, their surface looking like it had been carved from marble. Together they looked incredible, and for a moment Cross felt his breath be taken away.

"I-I..."

It took him a moment to register how they'd even ended up in his hands, his eyes flicking up to see Nightmare stood in front of him silently, a lazy smirk supported by hands shoved casually in his pockets.

"I- this is why- this is why we broke in here-?" Cross spluttered, his cheeks feeling increasingly hot as he brushed a trembling finger over one of the red roses surface. Why would he have done that? What was the point? All this hassle for flowers? No way!

Though he tried, it was physically impossible to ignore the clenching in his soul, his breath caught in his chest as they locked eyes. Just that look alone was enough to question his entire breathing.

And when he spoke, it only made his conscious effort worse.

"Yeah. Happy Valentines Day, peanut."

Oh Nightmare. You damn idiot-

Why do you make me feel this way?

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Imagine being sInGlE on Valentine's Day- auahahahahahaha not me this year >:333

Anyways, this might not be cannon to the storyline Idk. I might make more of these short Drabbles that I don't think are worthy of the main plot but still interesting enough.

Hope you liked it and had a great Valentines Day

And tell my sister spidz_4_lyfe   birthday owo she's a gud gorl

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New updates coming never

-Jess-