#nicoluctus

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// And merry Christmas to the lovely @royalprinceroman​

My present to you, have some gay Nicoluctus, honey 💙❤

Bonus blushy boi:

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// For you @vigilantvirgil ❤💙

I know it’s not quite what you wanted but I still hope you like it!!

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// A Nicoluctus hug for @vigilantvirgil because I love her and I wish I could hug her!! ❤💙

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// Another character swap!! What if Luctus was the serious one and Nicolaus was more carefree?? ❤💙

[anti-sides-fics]

Nightmare, Nic and Luctus

((Fic based on the anti-sides from @ask-us-sanderssides. Read their story from the beginning here and read more about how they were formed in the story here.))

Nicolaus didn’t dream often.

Most nights when he finally went to sleep, he would wake up the next morning with no memory of what occurred overnight. It was frustrating. The others would always discuss their dreams and how random their dreams were. What did they mean? Nicolaus determined he would never know.

One late night, Nicolaus was writing in his journal, a few experiments had results he didn’t expect so his notes needed to be updated. He wrote by candlelight, the silence of the middle of the night very calming to his senses. His jacket lay on his shoulders keeping him warm from the winter chill outside. Nicolaus held his pen to his lips, considering his words carefully as he wrote.

Suddenly a thud came from behind him, something hitting his bedroom wall. Nicolaus furrowed his brows in confusion, standing up and heading out of the door into the hallway. Within seconds another thud sounded and Nicolaus realized it was coming from Luctus’ room.

Nicolaus walked up to the door, knocking softly. He waited but there was no response. Afraid something could be wrong, he opened the wooden door. The door squeaked as it opened all the way. Nicolaus paid no mind to the fact that the door didn’t open all the way because the room… was a disaster.

Clothing lay strewn out all over the dresser, toys of every kind lay discarded on the floor – some were even broken. Nicolaus bent down and grabbed the spider plushie near his feet. It was Luctus’s favorite. Turning to the bed, all of the blankets were bundled up but Nicolaus noticed it was shaking.

“Luctus?”

The blankets jerked abruptly before rustling a bit. Nicolaus grabbed the thin sheet at the top and pulled it down, revealing the tear stained face of Luctus. His hood was pulled up tightly around his head and he was surprisingly in adult form.

When all of them had gone to bed earlier in the evening, Luctus had been in his child form. The change felt odd to Nicolaus but he decided not to comment. Nicolaus sat down next to Luctus, silence enveloping them. 

“Nicky….” Luctus began, staring at the floor. “You… you aren’t going to leave us again, right?”

Nicolaus shook his head immediately. “No. I’m going to stay here. I like it here.” He paused, staring at Luctus’ face, feeling a burning in his chest. Nicolaus hated to see Luctus upset like this. “Why do you ask?”

“I had… a nightmare.” Luctus answered. He rubbed his eyes with sleeve, sniffing. “You said you hated me and it was because of me you were leaving." 

"Never.” Nicolaus answered quickly. “I care about you very much Luctus. You are very important to me.” He handed the spider plushie towards Luctus.

Luctus nodded, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. “O-okay.” He took the plushie and sat it down next to him.

“Luctus,” Nicolaus spoke softly. “Please look at me.”

The hoodie clad boy looked up and saw Nicolaus holding his arms open. Without another word, Luctus felt more tears rolling down his face as he climbed out of the blankets and pushed his way into Nicolaus’s arms. Nicolaus hugged the boy tightly as Luctus cried into his shoulder. He rubbed Luctus’ back, humming gently under his breath.“If it is within my control, I will never leave you.” Nicolaus assured him. 

Luctus shook at those words, hugging Nicolaus tighter. “I love you Nicky." 

"I know. I love you too."