I drew my baby Hypatia as a child (nightkiller shipkid) with @minkbearr ‘s Storyshift/Nightmare kid, Vision!!!~ I wanted to draw both of their kid forms. So here! I had a lot of fun with this one :3
Genres: Romance, kinda technically pre-established relationship? but not in an official relationship, Flirting, telling stories, uhhh idk characters r telling stories, it’s kinda cute I think
Characters: King Nightmare, Blue, Dream (mentioned)
Pairing(s): Nightmare/Blue
CW/TW: Talking/Touching of scars, scars caused by violence, scars caused by magical trauma, mentions of gore/blood, suggestive comments/actions
Word Count: 1470 Words
"How long have you been there, you little pervert?"
Heat rose into Blue's cheeks, and he hid away in his scarf. The massive door to Nightmare's bedroom shut behind him, and he refused to look away from the floor.
On the opposite end of the room, was Nightmare, almost completely naked. His black hair was damp from his shower, and it was slick against his face. The only piece of clothing he had on was a pair of boxers; his black satin robe draped over a chair.
Staring at Nightmare after his shower wasn't what he was there to do, but he just couldn't help it. He wasn't ogling at him, of course! His eyes couldn't leave the scars jutting across his back.
Disgusted was the wrong word to describe Blue's morbid curiosity. In awe, was a better descriptor. Blue wasn't one to pity those with scars, he was the opposite, in fact.
Scars tell a story. That's what he always thought. He believed that scars shows courage in the face of adversity, and he loved learning about them. Loved to gently touch them. Loved to let the person with them that he knew they had been through shit, but adored them anyway.
Blue knew what it was like to have scars, he had them himself. A large, thick scar that stretched across his chest.
There was nothing more he hated than it.
A bit hypocritical, maybe, but he wasn't perfect.
It was likely that he adored others to hopefully one day love his own. He hadn't gotten to that point, though.
"Well?"
"N-No! I wasn't staring at you like that I promise!"
"Not an answer to my original question but alright. And, I do find that hard to believe." Nightmare had slipped on his robe at that point, and had come over to Blue. He leaned against the doorframe, effectively pinning Blue against the door.
"I haven't been here for very long," Blue said with a huff, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. "A few seconds, maybe."
"Mhm. And what's this?" Nightmare hummed, taking the small package from Blue.
"It has your name on it, and I figured I'd deliver it to you."
It was, unsurprisingly, a book. Nightmare tore into the packaging without issue, a tentacle tearing out of his back to take care of it. Where it went, Blue couldn't say, but he assumed Nightmare disposed of it properly.
"Ah, glad to see it finally game in." Nightmare turned the book around in his hand. He glanced back at Blue, a small smile on his face. "Thank you."
"Yeah, 'course." Blue nodded, fidgeting with the ends of his scarf. He was desperately trying to keep his mind occupied so his eyes wouldn't wander to Nightmare's chest. He wasn't trying to be indecent or anything, but could anyone blame him when his pecs were right there.
"I'll be going now then. Enjoy your book."
"Ah ah, no you don't." Before Blue could go anywhere, Nightmare grabbed him by his wrist and kept him in the room. "I still have to talk to you."
"About what?" Blue said, exasperated.
"You can look at me, you know."
"What are you..."
Nightmare rolled his eyes and took Blue's chin in his hand, tilting his face upwards. His head turned to the side as if inspecting Blue's face. His hand was large, his fingers easily wrapping around the bottom of his face, most of his palm not touching anything. "You can look at me. There's no need to be shy."
"But-" Blue sputtered, his cheeks practically glowing with blush. "But that's...rude? I-I mean, I don't want to stare at you, you're a person not a..."
"Blue."
"...What?"
"I spent so much time crafting myself, my body. I'm proud of it." Nightmare continued, a small smile on his face. His tongue ran across his upper lip as he thought for a moment. "If I didn't want you to look, then I wouldn't be showing it off right now."
Of course it was intentional. The way the robe was parted to show off his chest perfectly and the rest of it teased the eyes, the mind. He was somehow showing off the perfect amount, and too little.
"Look at me."
And he did. Blue's eyes fell to Nightmare's chest, his body. Nightmare wasn't skinny, not by any means. He was fat, muscular, and utterly perfect. His skin was dark brown, and it was like his body came straight out of a Renaissance painting. Blue's eyes traced the curves of his body, his hands flying up to his scarf to fidget with it.
"You can touch me too."
"Why?"
"Sorry?"
"Why are you letting me...?
"Oh my god," Nightmare snorted, partly amused. "You amuse me. I like you. And besides, a handsome little man like yourself getting familiar with me, my body?"
Nightmare leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching Blue's ear, "That doesn't sound like a bad time. If you're down, I'm down."
"...Anywhere?"
"Hm?"
"Can I touch you anywhere?"
A small snort came out of Nightmare as he stepped back, holding his arms out, "Anywhere, sweetheart. I'm all yours."
Without a moment of hesitation, Blue walked around Nightmare, going towards his back. Nightmare raised an eyebrow but allowed Blue to do what he wanted. In one fell swoop, Blue yanked the robe down, revealing his back.
"Wo-ah, what are you doing back there, hm?" Nightmare hummed, a smirk wide on his face.
Blue's hands immediately went to the massive scar that went across Nightmare's entire back. Across the folds, the curves, almost the entirety of his back.
"...Ah. That's what you were looking at."
He sounded almost disappointed.
"It's beautiful." The words slipped out of Blue's mouth before he could stop himself. "L-Like the rest of you, haha."
"Thanks." Nightmare snorted, slipping the robe off of his arms and keeping it in his hands.
"Where did you...? Blue asked, fondling the skin of his back.
A tentacle was summoned from his back, scaring Blue off with a squeak. "Don't be afraid. Just look."
Three more were summoned from his back, and Blue stepped back to get a good look at it. The scar matched up perfectly with the tentacles, as if his skin had been pulled back and ripped to shreds before growing back...wrong. Mis-colored, coarse. Scarred.
"This was because of the apples. Dream has told you?"
Yes. Oh yeah, Dream had told him. He knew all about the apples and the Tree of Feelings and what happened on that fateful day. He nodded, an "mhm" coming out of him.
"The first time I ever summoned my tentacles...wasn't pretty. My body hadn't caught up to the amount of magic in my system, so when I summoned them almost immediately...
"Well." He gestured to his back, stretching it out slightly, the tentacles retracting back into himself. "They destroyed me. Blood and muscle...everywhere."
"Gross."
"Yes. It was."
"Are you okay?"
"Hm?"
"Talking about...it. Y'know..."
Nightmare turned around, slinging the robe back over his shoulders, "I don't mind talking about it."
"Oh. But Dream-"
"Dream...throws a tantrum whenever he talks about it." Nightmare leaned against the back of the door, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "For him, it was the worst day of his life, I don't blame him, but, for me? Me? Hah, it was the best day of my life. I got everything I wanted.
"Power, mostly, but uh," He waved a hand at his chest, his head leaning to the side as he smiled, "I became exactly what I wanted to be."
"...Beautiful." Blue stepped closer, his hands raising to touch Nightmare's body once more. He was stopped, however, with Nightmare interlacing their fingers and pulling him close.
A shiver was sent down Blue's spine as Nightmare pulled him close, his face mere inches away from his chest. "Why don't you show me your scars, hm? I know you have them."
Blue only found the courage to respond when he buried his face in Nightmare's chest, eyes closed. "No."
"No? No, you don't have scars, or no, you don't want to show me?"
"...It's ugly. My scar, I mean. You don't want to see it."
"Don't tell me what I do or don't want." Nightmare hissed, using his hand to tilt Blue's face forward. "It's quite pretentious of you to claim my scars are beautiful but yours ugly.”
"I know that! It's just...hard."
"I know." Nightmare murmured, running his fingers through Blue's hair. He leaned down, his hand trailing down Blue's back, goosebumps appearing along his skin. "Perhaps I could change your mind."
A kiss was placed against Blue's neck, "May I try?”
With a shutter, Blue responded, his knees threatening to cave in. "Please."
Filha de Moon!Blue Berry e Moon!Nightmare Joku nasceu uma garotinha aparentemente inocente, mas bem fútil e malvada
Ela é realmente uma maçã podre e puxou mais pro lado da M!Nightmare corrompida do que pra M!Nightmare verdadeira(Passive/não corrompida) já que seu pai M!Blue Berry tem depressão por causa do luto(sobrevivente de rota genocida) e isso junto com os poderes de guardiã dos sentimentos negativos de M!Nightmare acabaram resultando em uma filha com uma alma muito negativa(ela não é a mais poderosa dos irmãos, porém sua forma corrompida domina por causa da sua hereditariedade negativa) ela tende a ser mais como a forma corrompida da mãe, mas as vezes, principalmente quando ela era mais nova, ela age como uma criança normal e tem um pouco de bom senso e não é de todo ruim só tem um lado negativo forte.
