Make Me Stop Before I Begin - Rated E - Mobster!Sans x Lust!Sans
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Full transparency I totally started this blog to promote this fic. I'm having so much fun writing these characters! But I don't have any comments yet 🥲 I got two FIVE so many comments!!! /glowing
This story will be about 50k words in the end longer than that probably, so I'd love some company for the rest of the ride. These skeletons won't know what hit them ;)
Here's a snippet from my rough draft of mmsbib's next chapter:
Lux might be hard up for cash and still feel the connection too. All Carmine could do was hope and try to make Lux feel safe enough to ask for help if he needed it. And if it was all a con… a little time playing pretend with Lux was worth however much it cost him. It didn't matter as long as he was the only one who got hurt.
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niche trope I enjoy: person recounting a story of something terrible they did and the way they describe it makes it sound like an active decision where they were completely in control and knew what they were doing and enjoyed it, but if you look at the bare bones facts, it's like. are you sure about that? are you sure you didn't just panic and lash out and do something irreparable? are you sure that's what you wanted and you aren't just retroactively assigning yourself agency to cope? but you as the audience can't really know the answer to that, because the storyteller is the only one who was there and this is how they're choosing to preserve it, and that matters for how they want to be perceived going forward... but you do still wonder.
Tomolife skelly shenanigans! Ofc Dream would bring up their shared traumatic past during their first conversation with Nightmare. Then Red unintentionally guilt tripped Night right afterwards uwu
Tags: Fantasy AU, Royalty AU, Abusive Relationships, Political Marriages, Deals with Major Character Death, Unreliable Narrator
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His hands were shaking. Cross couldn’t make them stop. He’d always been proud of his self mastery – his ability to endure what others could not without a hint of the underlying strain – but since the funeral his body continued to betray him.
Tears still threatened to cloud his vision whenever he forgot to consciously repress them.
It was exhausting to be constantly on the edge of loosing control. Control of his reactions was the only thing he had left now that Dream was gone. Letting go was unacceptable. Cross needed to focus on fulfilling his final mission and breaking down wouldn’t accomplish that.
He looked out the carriage window with dim eyelights. They’d been traveling non-stop for the past three days, only pausing to switch out the horses at the nearest inn whenever the beasts began to lag from exhaustion. As a prince of Zenith, price was no concern, and as Cross, comfort wasn’t either.
Speed took priority over everything else with the Concord at stake.
The journey through the snowy mountains of his home country and down into the verdant forests of Dream’s origin had passed by in a blur. He was alone. His liege-husband should’ve been here with him. That’s what had been planned.
Dream would have pointed out all the interesting sights along the way, being considerate of Cross’ ignorance as he always was. Cross had looked forward to learning more about Dream’s past on this trip. The shining prince was always reluctant to share his personal history, but Cross thought he had finally proved his loyalty.
They’d never visited Dream’s home or family in the whole five years of their marriage, but the Concord could not be avoided. Every 15 years the representatives of the countries who had banded together to form an alliance after the Warring Century were required to convene and renegotiate terms. The allied countries took turns hosting the meeting and this time it was being held in Dream’s country, Arbor.
It was Cross’ fault that Dream was dead. He should have realized that Dream’s reluctance to return was born from fear. His ignorance had blinded him to the depths of his husband’s distress and Dream was dead because of it.
The least he could do was see Dream’s last request through to the end. Then he could rest with him.
A puff of air passed through his jaws. He gritted his teeth together to prevent the hysteric laughter which almost overtook him when he thought about the chaos his life had turned into. Things weren’t easy before, but Dream had been kind – kinder than Cross deserved. His husband was a refuge from the scathing disappointment of his King-father XGaster.
Their political marriage also provided solace that Cross was of some use to his royal family even though he was not fit to rule. Over the years Cross relaxed into his partnership with Dream, believing that his father’s regard for him grew with their union. The events after Dream’s death thoroughly corrected those misconceptions.
Not even a month after Dream’s dust was gathered, Cross was informed of his pending re-marriage. The Concord could not be ratified without an allegiance between Zenith and Arbor. An allegiance which must be manifested through royal marriage.
Even though Crown Prince Xyrus was not promised to anyone, their King-father refused to sacrifice his favorite son to such an undignified duty. So Cross, whose only value to XGaster was found in sacrifice, was ordered to take on the role… again.
Grief-stricken, he’d resisted at first, pleaded not to be sent away. His ribs still ached from his father’s dispassionate correction of his “unbecoming behavior”. He hadn’t known there was a small spark of hope left in his soul until he felt it totally extinguish.
So Cross was carted off to the Concord and his new marriage like an animal to market. Iron cuffs locked around his wrists suppressed his magic and prevented escape. Even if he wasn’t bound, Cross had no fight left. If nothing else, he was a dutiful son.
He could feel himself begin to drift again, but was unable to fall asleep with the constant jostling of the rough road. Hopefully they would arrive soon and his father’s punishment would end. Although Cross had endured longer periods without food, he never felt this weak before.
What would the stranger he was to marry think of Cross on his arrival?
is a holiday I made up last year 😂 However I will celebrate it again in just 17 days and post some more gay skeleton fic! I would be tickled if any other utmv fans would like to join in by posting gay skeleton fanworks on 4/20 lol
