I wrote
Silly thing
It's implied fluff Killermare, ik they don't make sense but this is fanon and I like happy tropes this is my interpretation of them pls don't kill me
Ler!Killer and Lee!Nightmare. Killer is just bored and mischievous, trying to get Nightmare to relax for a moment. He's writing a novel and is in an artistic trance where you just write and write and ignore every basic need. I didn't rlly write that directly but that's the idea >_<
@badsansandstarsansticklestuff you're a certified Lee!Nightmare lover it'd be a crime not to @ you
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The setting was peaceful. Warm candles lit up the king's room, the orange tint falling onto the old paper under his feather pen. His tentacles retracted, his single teal eye glowing in the dark and adding another layer of light on top of the paper. Nightmare was in the zone, writing yet another chapter for one of his many novels.
His office door was locked, but that didn't stop Killer from entering the room. He had mastered each secret path throughout the castle, as well as keeping himself balanced on the roof like a cat. A light breeze blew through the now open window, and his heels clicked against the floor as he jumped down.
"You could've knocked," Nightmare said sternly, pausing the process of writing.
"You wouldn't have let me in," the sly assassin walked over to Nightmare's desk, leaning with his elbow against it.
"I wonder why..." the king rolled his eyes, fidgeting with the feather pen in his hand. It was swiftly stolen by his right hand man, leaving Nightmare a little baffled.
"You've been locked up here for hours..." Killer said softly, an obvious tone of taunt present in his voice. The red glow of his soul added a bit of spice onto the warm and cozy atmosphere. "It's soooo lonely without you!" He said, gently tracing the stolen feather pen under Nightmare's chin.
It made the king flush involuntarily, and he turned his head to the left. It left him blind to whatever Killer was doing, since the right side of his face was demolished into an unrecognizable state. The team of assassins Nightmare had gathered was long used to it, especially Killer. Taking advantage of his vulnerability, he traced the feathered pen down his neck. That made the king have a bigger reaction, letting out a stiffled gasp and flinching away.
"...what are you doing.."
Killer grinned like the maniac he is, and put the feather down. "Me? Testing the waters a little, nothing bad!"
"...you're testing my nerves right now," Night glared at him. He meant that in a way that Killer was testing his patience, but technically he was testing his nerve endings.
"I am indeed, you don't mind a bit more testing do you?" He teased the dangerous figure in front of him, gently scratching with his nails on his neck. It's when his wrist was grabbed tightly, with Nightmare's claws digging into the bone. Unfortunately the king's hands had grown to be delicate and fragile, since his henchmen were the ones doing all of the dirty work. Killer swiftly twisted his wrist out of the hold, and intertwined his rougher fingers with Nightmare's. He was rewarded with a hostile glare.
"Come on, Moonshine, won't you relax for once? It's just you, me, and the crows nestling in the trees..." his other hand moved forward, and gently tickled down from his chin and over his throat.
At this point if Nightmare really did mean to stop Killer from messing with him, he would have unleashed his tentacles. But he remained vulnerable for him, letting his body react to the tender touch to Killer's amusement. He shivered and scrunched his neck up, holding back a smile behind his bitten down lip. "You're disgusting..."
"Aren't I?" He got a little closer to Nightmare, his claw like nails gently scraping down on his free arm. It's such an odd spot, but with the way Killer had sneakily set the mood to this intimate yet wholesome setting, Nightmare seemed to be sensitive to every single thing that was done to his body. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to avoid any more teasing out of instinct.
"Look at you, quietly taking it all... you have nothing to say to me? Not a single frustrated attempt to kick me out of here?" His dumb grin widened as he continued to rile Night up, his fingers scribbling on the inside of his elbow. Nightmare audibly gasped once again, folding his arm to protect the odd spot. It unfortunately exposed his side, and Killer didn't hesitate to start tickling it. "Bad, bad moves, Moonymare!"
This time the Guardian of Negativity had no time to bite back his laugh, and he let out soft giggles. They remained menacing at first, but the rougher Killer went on him the less control he had over his actions. He hugged himself and folded in half, not letting Killer through.
"Ah ah ah, not doing that!" He went straight for his neck once the original spot was protected, and it made Nightmare squirm around. Disoriented, he pushed on Killer and laughed. While in that state, Killer snuck onto his lap and scooped his hands under his arms.
"Cease this barbaric behavior this instaaahahahaant!" Nightmare wasn't sure how all of this happened. All he knew is that Killer had him hostage in his own chair, with his fingers prodding up his armpits. His laughter went up an octave, and he put his head onto his shoulder in defeat, only hoping to hide his face.
"You can hide all you want, but I just know you got that big dorky grin on your face now!" He squeezed his sides, and Nightmare went limp like a doll. He weakly held onto the collar of Killer's shirt, tugging on it as he giggled.
"Alright, alright.." the tickles stopped, and the quickly exhausted king was enveloped in a soft hug. He panted softly as his hair was pet by Killer's warm hands, knowing that his right hand man will never let him live this down.
"I swear I'll execute you... if you do this again... right on the spot..."
Killer laughed as Nightmare grumbled his threat. "Sure Moon, sure."
