So I originally went on hiatus because writing was getting hard. My mental health issues were peaking, then I began to draw. And my intent was to eventually make this a drawing fanart account after I improved my skills. After some thinking I am not sure if I am going to continue, I might delete my tumblr and wattpad and posted everything I havenât to ao3 just so it is kept.
Thank you all for understanding and joining me on this journey, god bless and I hope you all have a great day and a wonderful night!
Warnings: None, please let me know if Iâm wrong Iâll fix it right away
Notes: can be read as platonic, I intended this to be a ship oneshot but sometimes the story has a mind of its own
Hello everyone! This is my first time writing them (and I played with my writing style a little) so please let me know what you think! I intend to write more Alyou, so feedback is greatly appreciated! Have a great day and a wonderful night!
AL-AN enters Robinâs base via the moonpool, only to find Robin asleep in her bed. He ponders his actions for a moment before approaching the end of her bed. He sits on the floor, half lying against it and AL-ANâs lights dim to nothing.
~~~
Robin turns her head to the side, looking out the window. It was dark. She groans internally but sits up carefully with her eyes closed and stretches with a yawn. As soon as she opens them, she spots AL-AN and jolts with a gasp. What was he doing here? Right- they were supposed to hang out.
She looks him over. Instead of his usual purple lights, they are off. Was he injured? Was he sleeping?
âAL-AN?â she asks, just loud enough that it wouldnât wake him if he were asleep. Her hand stretches out, hesitating just before touching him.
âYes, Robin?â AL-AN answers without hesitation, startling her. His lights flare on as if nothing had happened.
âI thought- do your kind sleep?â she asks, taking a breath to steady herself.
âNo. We find it-â
âCareful,â Robin warns playfully.
âInsufficient.â His lights shift to a warm yellow before fading back to purple his version of playful.
Robin rolls her eyes, shaking her head with a smile.
âI was merely conserving my energy levels.â
âSo wait, why were you conserving your energy here? Is it low? Can you make it back to your⊠home?â
âNo. I was waiting for you. Earlier, I recall that you requested we âhang out,â as you put it.â
Robin smiles and wiggles out of her bed. AL-AN rises carefully to follow.
âWell, Iâve made you wait long enough, huh?â
âI have only been waiting approximately twenty minutes. I do not understand. Is that considered a long time for you?â
âItâs a rhetorical question,â Robin giggles. âIt means we donât expect an answer. I just meant we should start before you get bored.â
âYour assessment is incorrect. I was not bored. I found it pleasant.â His lights shift from their usual purple to a brighter, more vibrant hue.
Warnings: focused on Spamton angst, tw blood, tw injury, tw self harm, death mentioned, body dismemberment, choking, let me know if this is wrong/or if I missed one
Let me know what you think, I kinda did something different from what I usually do! Anyway I hope you enjoy and have a great day and fantastic night!
It was late. Spamton was sitting at his office desk going over paperwork. Everyone had probably already gone home, but he was expecting a call and couldnât miss it. He could go home after, but for now, he was doing paperwork to pass the time.
He sighed, finishing up another piece and setting it aside, tapping his fingers against the desk for a second. After a moment, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep inhale and let it out after a moment. It was relaxing.
âSpamton?âThe door opened and Tenna entered. He smiled upon seeing Spamton at his desk.
âOh good, youâre still here.â
Spamton gestured to the paperwork. âJust completing deals for tomorrow.â He smiled, taking another hit of his cigarette. Tenna walked fully inside, shutting the door behind him but still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
âIt looks like youâre smoking to me,â Tenna joked with a nervous grin.
âEh, taking a small break.â Spamton looked at the clock on the wall. âBeen going at it for a few hours now.â
âWhat are you still here for? Itâs late,â Tenna asked, genuinely curious.
âLike I said, Tens, just filing paperwork.â He gestured again to the paperwork.
âAh⊠well, t-thank you for um⊠your hard work,â Tenna said, avoiding his eyes.
Spamton chuckled, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray. âSo whatâs got you so nervous, Tens?â
Tennaâs screen turned pink. âIs it that obvious?â
âJust a little bit. Whatâs up?â Spamton asks taking another hit of his cigarette.
âI was just wondering if you wanted to uh⊠have dinner Friday?⊠maybe?â he asked, his screen slowly getting more pink as his fan kicked up and buzzed faintly.
His phone started ringing, and fear immediately set into Spamton. He looked at Tenna.
âSorry⊠I-I have to take this-But! Dinner on Friday sounds good.â
Tenna nodded with a smile, though he seemed slightly disheartened. âOkay-uh⊠bye, Spamton. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
He waved, clearly a little hesitant to leave, but eventually closed the door behind him.
As soon as Spamton was alone, he rushed to the phone, no time to process what had just happened. He picked it up and held it to his ear.
âHello?â
On the other end, there was nothing but garbage noise, dragging on for a painfully long moment. Just long enough for uneasiness to settle in.
âInteresting⊠very⊠interesting⊠You seek answers⊠for questions you do not understand⊠Do you think you can handle it?â
âYes,â he breathed without hesitation. Like there wasnât even a choice.
âInteresting⊠very⊠interesting⊠Very well⊠listen, and listen well⊠I will not tell you again⊠This prophecy is set in stoneâŠâ
It was quiet again, and the garbage noise grew deafening. He could feel invisible strings wrap around his arms, legs, and neck as the world around him grew dark.
It was only dark for a moment before he was somewhere else entirely- no longer in his office. There was snow everywhere, and behind him, he could see the buildingâs doors. It was dark and snowing. It was cold, more than just freezing. His legs started to move without his command, carrying him only a little farther.
He could now see something in the snow.
âLord of the screen, cleaved red by blade.â
Tenna was lying in the snow, his arms completely broken and detached from his body, his screen shattered in half. Snow was starting to cover him as if he had been forgotten.
Spamton felt sick and dizzy. Something forced him to look into the distance. It was dark, pitch black. A smiling face with a pink and yellow eye stared back at him. It had the outline of a cat, but looking at it made him feel afraid and even colder. It looked like it was laughing but he couldnât hear it.
Suddenly Spamton felt like he couldnât breathe. He looked down and saw strings wrapped around his throat, squeezing. He clawed at them while gasping for air, but nothing loosened them. He could feel them digging into his neck, and he could feel the blood leaking down.
Suddenly it was dark again, and the face was right in front of him. Its tail wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground, smothering him in darkness. It laughed as he struggled to breathe. Finally, as Spamton began to pass out, the last thing he saw was that smiling face.
Spamton snapped awake in his office on the floor, coughing and breathing heavily. His brain didnât even allow him to catch his breath before it flashed images of Tennaâs body again. Tenna was going toâŠ
His breathing only quickened. His neck burned. He winced, reaching up and touching it. His fingers came away wet.
He looked at his hand. Blood.
Once he gathered himself as much as he could, he shakily stood and walked over to his mirror. There were only scratches, but he could still feel the invisible strings digging into his neck.
Spamton had been haunted by the information. Tenna was going to die. He didnât know when, but he knew it was going to happen. He couldnât get the thought of Tenna lying there out of his head. He⊠theyâŠ
This is a in depth run down of all the dark themed tags. It all should be in alphabetical order! This is still being worked on, I apologize for the inconvenience!
Warning!
To put it as one of my followers did..
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đ or orange- Smut, nsfw, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut
â or red- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides consensual smut) that requires a warning. POSSIBLE themes includeâŠSuch as Abuse, Child abuse, Addiction/substance abuse/alcohol/weed, Cannibalism, Death, Eating disorders, Incest, Kidnapping/hostage situations, Medical horror, Mental illness themes, Pregnancy, Self-harm, Rape/sexual abuse, Stalking/obsession/yandere themes, Suicide, Torture, Toxic relationships, Violence
âïž or blue- This is the stuff that isnât as heavy as red but isnât green either, stuff like angst or light violence
đž or green- No warnings or little warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings, most likely family friendly stuff like fluff!
đ or Orange- Smut, nsfw, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut
â or Red- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides consensual smut) that requires a warning. POSSIBLE themes includeâŠAbuse, Child abuse, Addiction/substance abuse/alcohol/weed, Cannibalism, Death, Eating disorders, Incest, Kidnapping/hostage situations, Medical horror, Mental illness themes, Pregnancy, Self-harm, Rape/sexual abuse, Stalking/obsession/yandere themes, Suicide, Torture, Toxic relationships, Violence
âïž or blue- This is the stuff that isnât as heavy as red but isnât green either, stuff like angst or light violence
đž or Green- No warnings or little warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings, most likely family friendly stuff like fluff!
Other Masterlists!
General Masterlist Here!
Spooky Month Masterlist Here!
Undertale!
đžMatch up
đžCross and Nightmare, Idea 1
đžKiller x Dream, Idea 2
âïžCross, Dream and Nightmare, Idea 3
âCross and SwapDream, Idea 4
âïžSwapDream x Nightmare, Idea 5
âDS! Dream and DS! Nightmare, Idea 6
đCcino x Nightmare, Idea 7
âCross x Dream, Idea 8
âNightmare Gang and the Dream team, Stop
âïžBad Sans poly, A sick Cross
âLust and Bad sans, Lust joins the gang
âCross x Dream, Soulmates
đžNightmare x Killer, Lazy day
đBlue x Dream, Desperate
đCross x Nightmare, Sorry Mommy
đžError x Nightmare, Bad Day
âCross x Dream, Soulmates 2
âïžGeno x Reaper, Burning desire
âBad sans poly, I donât deserve it
âBad sans poly, Pups
âDream and Nightmare, I deserve this
âïžDream, Toxic happiness
đžCross x Dream, Comfortable
đBad Sans poly, Not done yet
âBad Sans poly, Phobia
đKiller x Cross/BSP, Dusting
đžKiller x Cross, Husbands in crime
âBad Sans poly, Phobia 2
âïžBlue x Dream, The past
âCross, This too shall past
âïžNightmare x SD! Dream, Overworking
đžKiller x Cross, Stay
âïžFatal Error x Reaper, Donât go
Deltarune!
đžTenna x Spamton, Company
đžTenna x Battat, Youâre not him, youâre better
Warnings: fainting, light angst, secret identity, let me know if this is wrong though!
Wow another post, I hope you guys enjoy it! Have a great day and wonderful night!
Battat let out a long breath. He was watching Tenna from the side of the stage, making sure anything Tenna requested was fulfilled. He was good at helping Tenna, and it was his guilty pleasure to watch him perform. He always knew just what to do, what to say, and how to cover up every simple mistake. Battat could watch Tenna talk for hours but today, he was struggling to focus.
It felt hot. Maybe it was the stage lights, they always gave off a lot of heat. Maybe it was the fact that heâd been practically running all day doing things for Tenna. Or maybe it was his Mike costume. Whatever the reason, Battat was determined to push through it. After all, it was almost the end of the day. He could cool off then.
Tenna was wrapping up, so Battat waved a hand to the lights guy, who began to slowly dim them. Battat tugged on the overcoat for the costume as Tenna bowed and the lights shut off completely. It was quiet and dark for a few seconds. The lights being off hardly made a difference in temperature.
When the lights came back on, people immediately began walking in to clean up. Battat looked at his clipboard and crossed off the second-to-last item on the list. So close, yet so far. He huffed.
âMike! What did you think of the show?!â Tenna smiled excitedly as he approached.
Battat nodded. âI thought it was great, boss.â
Usually, Battat felt happy after a show- he could hang out with Tenna but tonight he just felt tired and drained.
âYes! It went so well, didnât it!?â
Battat hummed, pointing to the list. âWe still have stuff to do, though, boss.â Thankfully Tenna didnât seem to notice his off behavior.
Tenna took the clipboard, glancing at it. âPaperwork, huh? Alright! Letâs get on it!â
He handed the clipboard back halfheartedly before walking off. Battat caught it before it fell and quickly followed after him.
As they walked toward Tennaâs office, Tenna began to ramble. It fell on deaf ears. Battatâs whole face felt blazing, quick uneven breaths escaped his mouth as he tried to keep up. Tenna was only a few steps ahead, but the distance was slowly growing. Battatâs legs felt wobbly. His vision began to darken.
Pushed to his limit, Battat froze in the middle of the hallway before his sight completely closed in.
Tenna stopped, noticing that Mike wasnât listening and wasnât following anymore.
âMike? Are you okay?â
Battat didnât hear him. Before he could even understand what was happening, he hit the floor.
Tenna, having witnessed the whole thing, quickly closed the distance between them. âMike?!â
He was careful as he picked up his already possibly injured assistant. As soon as he did, he could feel the heat radiating off the smaller man and winced. Quietly Tenna decided to take Mike to his office, they were closer anyway.
He stared at Mike the whole way, trying to keep himself calm enough to help. He set him down on the couch.
Tenna wasnât sure what caused this, but Mike being a mini heater probably wasnât helping. He pointed his office fan toward Mike and hesitated. Should he take off a few layers? He didnât want to be a creep but he didnât want Mike to melt either.
After a moment, he decided to remove just the top coat. Carefully trying not to jostle him he starts to pull it off his unconscious assistant. As he was removing it he noticed something strange, Mikeâs head seemed off.
It looked like it wasnât attached to his neck at all. Like he could just take it off. Confused, Tenna slowly reached out and poked Mikeâs head. It shifted slightly and he could now see something underneath.
Heart racing, Tenna set both hands on the sides of Mikeâs head, took a deep breath, and lifted. Nothing stopped him. The head came off easily.
He gasped. Underneath was a green Pippins. Tenna set the head down on the couch, a wave of anger and confusion washing over him. How long had he been lying? How long had Mike been gone? Why would he do this?
His fist tightened before he let out a long sigh. He wouldnât get his answers now, the Pippins was still out. For now, Tenna would make himself useful.
~~~
Battatâs eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times, trying to remember what happened and where he was. When he started to sit up, he realized he was in Tennaâs office.
âOh- youâre awake. Good. How are you feeling?âBattat knew Tennaâs voice anywhere. What happened? Did he pass out?
âI fe-âThen he saw it. The head of the Mike costume sitting beside him on the couch.
Battat froze, fear and guilt consuming him. He heard Tenna walk over and felt the couch dip beside him. Before Tenna could speak, Battat immediately apologized.
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry.â His voice was quiet and shaky. Tenna didnât respond, so Battat began to ramble.
âI didnât mean for it to get this far- I just⊠you were so upset after he left. You yelled a lot, and things werenât going so good, so I thought maybe if I could bring him back, things would be better.âHe couldnât bear to look anywhere but his hands.
âBut I had no idea who he was, or where he could be, so I pretended to be him. Things got better- but after a while, I couldnât stop. You depended on Mike, and⊠I liked seeing you happy.â
Battat flushed and gave a quick glance at Tenna before looking down again. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean for it to go this far.â
It was quiet for another painfully long moment before Tenna set a hand on his back.
âWhat is your name?â
The question surprised the Pippins, making him flush. âBattat.â
âThank you, Battat.â
He stared, shocked. âYouâre thanking me? Why?â
âWell, you stayed. You helped. You cared.â Tenna smiled softly.
Battat looked down, tears gathering in his eyes. âBut⊠Iâm not him. Iâm not Mike. Doesnât it bother you? I lied to you.â
Tenna chuckled quietly. âYes, you lied. And yes, youâre not Mike. You, Battat, are better. I didnât even ask- you took it upon yourself to help me. It seems to me like you had good intentions.âBattat didnât know what to say. He could only sit there, overwhelmed by finally being recognized.
âAndâŠâ Tennaâs screen glowed faintly pink as he looked at him. âIâd still like for you to work with me- just as yourself this time.â
Warnings: Smoking ig, hints of hurt for this mainly comfort fic, characters might be ooc
Hey guys! I came to drop this because.. I am very normal about them⊠anyway I hope you enjoy! And have a great day!
Spamton sat at his desk in the dim office. Papers were scattered across the surface, but he wasnât working on any of them. His eyes were fixed on the glow of Cyber City through the window, the neon lights flickering across his tired face. The cigarette in his hand had long burned out, forgotten.
The office door opened quietly. Spamton didnât notice until a hand rested on his shoulder. He jolted, snapping back into the present, then turned to look behind him.
âSorry for scaring you, Spammy,â Tenna chuckled.
âI thought you wouldâve left by now,â Spamton scoffed, gesturing vaguely to the mountain of paperwork.
âGotta finish all of this, donât I?â he muttered, hoping Tenna didnât pick up the edge in his voice.
âDoesnât seem like youâre in a rush to finish it,â Tenna teased. âYou were asleep when I got here.â
âI wasnât sleeping, I was⊠thinking.â Spamton looked back out the window, jaw tense.
âMhm. Thinking. Sure.â Tenna grinned and stepped to the side of the desk so he could see him better. âYou know, Spammy, thereâs no shame in admitting youâre tired.â
âI wasnât sleeping.â Spamton snapped, glaring for a moment before running a hand through his hair with a long, dramatic sigh.
ââŠSorry,â he mumbled after a pause.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Tenna asked gently, catching him off guard.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt just seems like itâs bothering you. Talking about it might help.â Tenna had given his speech before. Telling him opening up would make him feel like a million dark dollars, but it never felt like it.
Spamton scoffed and turned away.
âNot this again,âHe mumbled. âNo Tenna, I donât want to talk about it.â
âWell, thatâs okay,â Tenna said softly. âI just came to check on you. Iâll be in my office if you need anything.âDespite his best effort to sound casual, Spamton heard the hint of disappointment in Tennaâs voice.
ââŠHey, Tenna?â Spamton said just as the other was about to leave.
âYes, Spammy?â
Spamton flushed slightly, eyes dropping to his desk. âI didnât ask you to leave, idiot box.. I just donât want to talk about it.â
Tennaâs face lit up with a small, warm smile. âOf course, Spammy.â
He crossed the room and sat on the couch, quietly watching while Spamton pretended to focus on his work. It didnât take long before Spamton gave up on the papers and sat beside him.
Hey, I have a story rqequest Iâd like to give. Before I go into details though it involves toriel, donât believe youâve writing a story about/featuring her before so wanted to know if youâd be okay with yang before getting into details
Of course I am! Never be afraid to request anything, whatâs your idea? :)
Warnings: None (please let me know if this is wrong)
I hope you enjoy :) have a great day
"Happy birthday Nightmare, I love you." Nightmare smiles pulling his brother closer.
"I love you too Dream, Happy birthday."
Dream watches the stars above them, twinkling far away. Providing a small amount of light. The apple tree covers his view of some of the stars but he didnât complain.
"You won't leave me right?" Dream asked without warning. He didn't want to tell his brother but he felt as if something bad was going to happen soon. This was their calm before the storm, but he couldnât explain it.
"Stars Dream, why would you ever think of such a thing.. of course I won't."
"Can you promise me?" Dream asks tears filling his sockets that go unnoticed by Nightmare.
~~~
"I promise Dream." Nightmare says looking at the tree stump in his abandoned au.
Today was their birthday and they were spending it away from each other again. Nightmare was sure Dream could feel it, the ache of being away from each other. They were always supposed to stay to guard the tree never being that far apart from each other.
Nightmare felt guilt, which is why he returned for today at least.
Coming to his old AU always brought up other feelings as well, like anger towards their mother, towards the villagers, and towards himself.
He never admitted it to anyone not even his team but he didnât want to fight his brother anymore, he wanted to wrap his arms around him and apologize for everything heâs done. But admittedly he was afraid of what would happen if he did, would Dream even want to stop fighting? Does Dream hate him like he hates himself?
He brushes his hand against the stump but something startles him, he quickly takes his hand off the tree and turns around quickly. He was shocked to see who stood before him, his defense went down.
âHello, Brother.â Dream stood a few feet away from him, his positivity wasnât as strong and he seemed almost sad.
âHi, Nightmare.â It was quiet between the two and somewhat awkward, it made Nightmare feel even worse. It was all his fault.
âIâll leave.â Nightmare said after a moment, he turned around and made a portal.
He was about to go through when there was a hand on his shoulder, knowing whose it was he almost cried.
âWait Nightmare..â Hesitantly he closes the portal and turns towards Dream.
âYes?â He was always good at hiding his emotions, even as a child.
âWhyâŠâ He starts, seemingly testing out the water.
âWhy are you here?â
âI always come here.â He quietly admits.
âYou do?â Dream asks in a hopeful manner.
âYes, only on special occasions.â
âWell⊠you donât have to leave. If you want I can go.â Dream suggests. Nightmare thinks for a moment, debating his options.
âYou can stay. I am going to stay too.â He says before sitting down against the stump much like how they used to.
Dream stood standing for a second before sitting down right next to him. After a few moments of silence, Nightmare heard a sniffle. Dream wasnât like him, he didnât know how to hide his emotions.
âAre you alright?â He asks without turning towards him.
âSorry.â He whimpered.
âDonât apologize.â
âI just..thought you..hated me, hated mom, our childhood.â Nightmare felt his words pierce his soul and the tears heâd been holding onto spilled.
â..I could never hate you.â He says quietly his voice too was broken.
Dream shifts and Nightmare turns to see only to find Dream sitting on his knees facing him. Dream had golden tears running down his face, despite the corruption Nightmareâs tears were purple.
âwhy? Why try to hurt me? Kill positivity?â Dream asks his voice breaking more each second. Nightmare swallows the lump in his throat and looks away from Dream.
âThe world must be balanced. An equal amount of positivity and negativity, I have to bring about negativity. However, it is never us that attacks first.â
âInk..â Dream quietly mumbles, and Nightmare nods with a hum.
âSo youâve..been doing your job and weâve been.. oh, stars.. Iâm so sorry..â Dream covers his mouth and his chest shakes as he starts to cry.
Nightmare hesitated but before his body told him he shouldnât he went for it. Nightmare pulls Dream into a hug.
âDo not be sorry. It is my fault. All of this..is my fault.â Dream wraps his arms around his brother not caring about covering up his sobs anymore.
They both hold each other and cry, finally freeing 500 years worth of pain.
Cross saved a new photo of Dream onto his phone. He had just caught Dream smoking in the alley, he was unaware that Cross was so close to him.
Cross was determined to get out of the area before he was caught. He couldnât have that.
He wouldnât ever be able to admit his feelings and doubts that Dream would even like him. So Cross was happy to remain on the sidelines watching. He walks away from the alley but he isnât looking where he is going and bumps into someone dropping his phone to the ground.
âShit. Iâm Sorry I-â He froze seeing Dream was the one he bumped into. Even worse the other was holding his phone. How did he get over here so fast?
"So, are you my stalker?" Cross paled. His sockets widened and his heart started to race, he quickly shook his head.
"W-what? I-Iâm not a stalker!" He weakly protested as he squeezed his fingers with his hand and looked down avoiding his possibly angered and judgmental face.
"Really?" Dream asked, "Then why do you have a folder of just me?" He arched a brow bone at Cross. Cross looks up only to find Dream playfully smiling.
"I think your cool- er I mean I-Iâm your fan- I-I-"
Dream chuckles before scrolling further into the folder. Cross looks down again, avoiding the embarrassment of looking the other in the eyes.
"You've been following me for some time."
Cross bit his lip. Damnit. Why did he have to get caught? Now Dream will hate him, he wonât even have a chance.
âLikeâŠI said Iâm a big fanâŠâHis face heated up at being caught and he couldnât help but feel incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.
Dream chuckled and passed Cross back the phone. âThen, my biggest fan ever, how about a date?â
He was sure this had to be some kind of dream.
âWhat?â
Dream leaned in close, âGo on a date with me, and you can take as many pictures as you want,â he shrugged, âmaybe some videos too.â
As Dream walked away with a smile to told Cross to check his phone. Cross looks down at his phone, it was opened to his contacts. A new one had been added with a number, Dreamâs number.
He grinned and looked up to find Dream but he was already gone. Cross smiled processing the information that had been thrown at him. A date with Dream? His number?
Cross sighed, face warm, and without a second thought, he went running after Dream but this time he made sure to stay in the shadows.
Cross had no other choice but to follow like the lost puppy he was.
âQuiet sweetheart, unless you want people to know,â Ccino said gently fingering Nightmare from behind his shop counter. Nightmare mutters that he knew before covering his mouth again.
Ccino chuckles and grabs both his hands with his free hand.
âThatâs cheating donât you think?â Nightmare lets out a low whine.
âFuck you.â Ccino only smiles, he rubs Nightmareâs clit with his thumb. Almost making Nightmare cum on the spot, Ccino stops politely helping him.
Right when Nightmare was about to complain the bell on the front door rang, and Nightmare immediately looked away.
As Ccino stands to deal with the customer, Nightmare walks into the back room with a huff. He had been edged twice already, this was the third time and he was getting frustrated.
A few moments later Ccino comes through the door and goes to the coffee machine and starts a new batch.
While it was being made Ccino walked over to Nightmare, his fingers hooking onto Nightmareâs shorts making him gasp.
âWhat are you doing?â He hissed. Ccino smiles at him sweetly before pulling them down. Thankfully they were out of sight, Ccino pulled his pants down. Nightmare grinds against him and Ccino laughs.
âEdgar are we?â He asked rubbing Nightmareâs folds against his cock. He snakes his hand around Nightmare and rubbed his clit.
âFucckkk. You donât know how badly I need it.â
He admitted and Ccino wasted no time sliding in. Nightmare covers his mouth almost letting out a sinful noise. Ccino smiles as he brings Nightmare to the edge again.
âCum for me my sweet, you deserve it.â He whispers beside Nightmareâs head. Nightmare whines as his pussy clenches around Ccinoâs cock, and he brings Nightmare through his orgasm.
Nightmare didnât even realize at this point Ccino was the only thing holding him up. Shakily he stands up on his feet, once Ccino is sure he can stand he pulls up their pants and kisses Nightmare.
âYou did wonderfully my sweet, Iâll reward you again tonight,â Ccino whispers to him before washing his hands the making the customers drink, leaving Nightmare flustered.
Warning- suicide attempts, heavy angst, dark themes, swearing, injury
Might not be canon with Dreamswap itâs been awhile since Iâve looked up the auâs lore, regardless enjoy :)
Nightmare tried to kill himself. Error and Cross were devastated but tried to push it down in order to save their friend. Thankfully he was still alive, Error watched over him as Cross took the note he left to Dream.
The note was mainly about how he was a being of pure negativity and shouldnât be alive because of it. When he walked into the JR building he was stopped by Color. Cross upset started to yell telling him that he needed to speak with Dream urgently. With all the commotion Dream comes down himself.
âWhat is happening?âCrossâs eyes land on Dream, and immediately he directs all his anger to him.
âI hope youâre happy, you finally fucking did it.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âNightmare, Dream Iâm talking about Nightmare. He tried to kill himself because of you. And I hope it brings you all the fucking joy in the world that you drove your own brother to try and end his life.â Before Dream could speak up Cross shoved the note into his arms and pulled away from Color. Cross leaves to go back to the others, hoping Nightmare will recover.
Dream brought himself back to his office, choosing to not comment on what had happened to anyone else. Back in his office Ink throws the paper in the trash telling him he should be happy because he wonât have to deal with his troublemaker brother.
Dream canât help but feel bad. Ink huffs telling him heâs going to go out and do stuff if he's going to be moping. Ink leaves Dream alone with his thoughts about his brother.
Dream glances at the clock, only a few seconds have gone by. Every second that passes is a second he could be doing paperwork. But as if his hands had a mind of their own he grabs the piece of paper from the trash.
Nightmare had just woken up and finally opened up his feelings about himself to his friends. He cried wishing he could have his brother back, for his brother to love him. Error felt bad for him Cross on the other hand was furious.
While they tried to comfort him there was a knock at the door. Error stays with Nightmare while Cross checks through the peephole completely shocked to see Dream. How did they even find where they lived?
Cross opens the door a crack, holding a knife behind his back. Cross is quiet until Dream speaks up.
âYou said âtriedâ. I assume heâs still alive?â He asks hopefully holding the note in his hands. Cross glares at him.
âWhatâs it to you? Here to kill him?â
âNo..I-I⊠may I just speak to him please?â Cross was taken back, he slid his knife away.
âSure.. donât try anything or Iâll end you.â Dream ignores his comment and Cross hesitantly opens the door wider and moves out of the way. Once he is inside Cross shuts the door and leads Dream to Nightmares room. Error was holding Nightmare who was still crying into his shoulder. Error looks up not expecting Dream to be there he immediately gets defensive.
âError. Itâs okay.â Error glances between the two, knowing Cross wouldnât let him in unless he knew it would be okay. Error rolls his eyes but goes back to comforting Nightmare.
Dream couldnât take his eyes off his brother, he looked tired and so sad. He was hiding his face and shaking trying to cover his sobs, he hoped it wasnât because he was here.
âCan IâŠcan I talk to him..alone please?â Cross and Error look at each other before slowly nodding deciding it was okay.
âWeâre going to be outside of the room donât try anything, we mean it.â Dream nods as Error slowly shifts Nightmare off of him. Dream sits on the other side of the bed. While Nightmare gives Error a begging look for him not to leave.
âItâs okay weâll be right back.â
It gets quiet once they leave, Nightmare is still crying and shaking. He was leaning away from Dream but Dream moves closer.
âI read your note.â Dream starts.
âWh-â Before Nightmare finished Dream spoke over him.
âIâm sorry for everything. For how I acted. For how I made you feel. For what I have done to hurt you and your friends. I..Iâm ashamed and disappointed in myself...I donât expect your forgiveness, I by no means deserve it. Just..please..donât do this again.. I donât know what I would do without you..â
Nightmare sobs harder and turns around clutching Dream tightly. Dream himself was crying.
