ik deltarune is like a different universe from undertale but imagine if Frisk was Kris' like really great-great-great-they (or great-great-great-grandchild) and the soul is just some family curse you pass down by generations
Cross opened his bedroom window, staring at the perpetual night sky. Despite Nightmare’s au always being night time it was time for everyone to rest. Cross always opened his window at night, it reminded him of home.
He breathes in the fresh air for a moment before leaving the window. He had already gotten his pajamas on, just a blank T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Once Cross climbs into bed he almost immediately passes out. He had a long day and simply couldn’t wait to sleep.
A few minutes into his sleep, a figure made its way through the window and stood by Cross’s bed watching him quietly. They said nothing as they stood there, watching and waiting perhaps.
Quickly they made their way out of sight as the door to Cross’s room opened. Nightmare appeared through the crack in the opened door, he looked around Cross’s room. It was dark however he could see everything. No one was in sight.
He hums both a mixture of displeasure and relief, he feels another presence in the castle. One that felt too positive, one that didn’t belong. It felt like his brother but not quite.
Once he was sure the room was clear he disappeared closing the door, the figure stepped out with a smile. Swad makes his way to Cross again.
Cross’s face seemed distressed even while asleep, and Swad frowned. He sets his hand across Cross’s head and he seems much more relaxed, Swad smiles.
“Goodnight Cross, I promise to be back soon for you. You’re mine and mine alone, after all, I love you Cross.” Swad spoke in a quiet voice before placing the sweetest of kisses against his forehead.
“Sweet dreams Cross, remember who you belong to, me.” He says before disappearing out the window, and as soon as he left Cross woke up startled.
Thinking he heard something he looks around the room, finding it empty he shrugs before rolling over and going back to sleep.
my introduction to the undertale movie ideas:
Toriel played by the rock johnson
Frisk played by Dexter Manning
Chara played by Megan THE stallion
Sans played by chris pratt
Papyrus played by Markiplier
Mettaton played by Rupaul ( or even Trixie Mattel)
Muffet played by jack black
and we have a song at the end of the movie with story of undertale playing in the background and undyne and alphys get married and get a white picket fence house where undyne carries alphys in her arms
and sans and grillby kiss and toriel kisses sans' cheek and he swoons and falls down cartoonishly as birds fly out of his skull
Cross sat alone at a bar, one he had completely forgotten the name of. His vision was doubled and if he moved at all it felt like he could barely see. Cross was sure he was swaying in his chair but he didn’t care. The drinks were making him feel nice, that was the goal.
Unknowingly to him, practically no one was at the bar anymore. Even the most heavy of drinkers knew they should get home at a reasonable hour. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.
Two figures walk into the bar, both looking so similar yet so different. They stand for a second looking around before they spot Cross at the bar. One of them smiles the other sighs.
“Glad we could finally find you.” A monotone voice says startling Cross from his blank stare at the bar counter. He looks up at the voice and recognizes his boss immediately, along with his brother.
“Nightmare! Dream!” He cheers with a slight hiccup.
“Man, am I glad to see you guys!” Dream smiles taking a seat at the bar. Nightmare follows suit, sitting on the other side of Cross however he does not look so happy.
“Yes. I’m sure you are-“
“Brother..be nice.” Dream interrupts him, he leans forward and grabs Cross’s hand cupping it in his own.
“Cross, are you aware of the time?” Cross stares at Dream for a moment before he looks around to find a clock. Once he finds one he looks back at Dream with a nod.
“Okay? And what didn’t think to tell anyone you’d be out this late? Didn’t think to come home?” Nightmare snaps crossing his arms. Dream pulls his hand back from Cross. Cross chuckles however even when drunk it sounded forced.
“Didn’t think anyone cared.” He picks up his shot and downs it before setting it on the table.
“What the hell are you talking about? The only reason why we are here is because we care.” Nightmare nearly growls.
“Well, you shouldn’t.” Cross forces out a laugh. He feels like if he didn’t laugh or smile he would be crying and they shouldn’t have to deal with that.
“Cross?” Dream asks sensing his pain.
“I’m a terrible person. All I do is fuck up. Make my problems everyone else’s cause I’m pathetic.. no one should love me.” They nearly get whiplash from his response, Cross was never direct about anything let alone his emotions.
“Cross…”
“I’m not stupid you know.. I see what you and the others are trying to do. Get me to join the poly but I don’t belong.. I’ll fuck up like I always do and ruin everything. You should love someone else.”
Both Dream and Nightmare take a moment to think about how to approach this. Dream is the first to speak up.
“Cross none of us think that, any of that. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit or kindness.”
“Frankly you’re just incorrect. You never fuck up missions- in fact, you seem to do so well it fixes all the fucking up Killer does. You never come to us about your issues so you have never once made your issues ours.” Cross chuckles a little.
“And you don’t belong with us? That’s because no one belongs in this group. A guardian of negativity, a guardian of positivity, a murderer with no soul, an insane brother killer, a starved beast, the only thing that ties us together is our pain.”
“And our love for each other.” Dream adds. Cross had tears dripping down his face, he covered his mouth trying not to let the sobs escape. Dream notices however and hugs him tightly.
“It’s okay to cry, no one here will hurt you for that.” Dream whispers to him.
After Cross’s drunk emotions stopped he took a deep breath and turned to Nightmare.
“Can we go home?” Nightmare gives him a small smile, chucking warmly.
Killer x Dream, fluff, light angst, weapons, violence
There was another battle between the guardians and their respective groups. Cross had switched sides and was now a part of the star sanses. Dream had welcomed him with open arms believing anyone could change if they just tried. The battle was at a stalemate, neither brother had an advantage due to the AU being neutral and with Cross switching sides they were now even.
In the heat of the battle, Dream must have gotten distracted because one moment he was fighting Dust when the next he had a knife against his neck and he was being held in place. He tried to get out of the grasp but to no avail, he nervously looked behind him. Both shocked and not surprised at all to see Killer.
“Dream!” He heard Cross yell. The battle froze, and the star sanses looked on in fear not wanting to do anything that could potentially kill the guardian. The bad sanses were grinning madly, even Nightmare seemed thrilled.
“This knife won’t kill a guardian like me.” Dream spoke lowly to Killer.
“Nah but it will hurt, that’s my goal.” He laughs.
“If you want Mr. Sunshine here back then come and get him.” Killer directed at Cross, who looked furious. Cross ran forward, not thinking in his defense however Killer teleported him and Dream before Cross could get close.
They were now in Nightmare’s castle. Killer waits for a moment, seeing if Horror, Dust, or Nightmare would join him. However after a minute of no one appearing he removed the knife against Dream's throat.
Before any words could be spoken Killer shoves Dream against the hallway wall and deeply kisses him. Dream didn’t hesitate to kiss back, both of their hands wandering and feeling each other up. It had been far too long, they both pulled back panting but kept their foreheads against each other.
“I missed you.” Dream smiles
“I missed ya too sunshine.”
It started with them going to the same store one day. Both had bumped into each other however neither of them wanted to fight, so Dream suggested a truce until they left. And well they never stopped the truce. They meet up when they can but it’s not often or for very long, each second is a precious one.
Dream chuckles lightly. “You didn’t have to scare them so much.”
“It’s fun to scare them.”
Killer leads Dream to his bedroom as they talk and play catch-up as quickly as possible.
Once they entered they were immediately greeted by several cats. The cats rush towards them and Dream gasps and picks one of them up.
“Hi, baby!” He says in a high-pitched voice. Killer never felt happier than when Dream interacted with his cats. Once each and every one of them has been petted and fed, Killer jumps on his bed where Dream already was and begins to cuddle him.
They sat in a peaceful silence beside the sound of his cats eating their wet food. Killer eventually sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to have to go soon..”
If it was up to Killer he would have run away with Dream a long time ago however he has found a family within the gang. He was upset that he couldn’t have both without hiding.
“I know, but I’ll be back soon. Hopefully sooner than this time but one day we can live happily together I know it.” Dream always knew just what to say.
Killer still was upset but he couldn’t let the thought of it ending ruin his time now. They talked about many things before they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Killer’s cats even joined them once they were done.
Nightmare sighed as he teleported back, the battle had gone well on his end after Killer and Dream disappeared. The rest of the star sanses retreated after fighting for as long as they could. Now before Nightmare could finally rest he had one last thing to do, check what Killer did with Dream.
Nightmare opened Killer's door, only to see him and Dream cuddling on his bed with Killer's thousands of cats. Nightmare shuts the door and leaves them be. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Killer and Dream were up to. However, he also could tell they made each other very happy. If it made Killer and Dream so happy at the very least he could pretend to be clueless.
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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t want to fight his brother anymore, he wanted to wrap his arms around him and apologize for everything he’s 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.
“Hello, Brother.” Dream stood a few feet away from him, his positivity wasn’t as strong and he seemed almost sad.
“Hi, Nightmare.” It was quiet between the two and somewhat awkward, it made Nightmare feel even worse. It was all his fault.
“I’ll leave.” 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.
“Wait Nightmare..” Hesitantly he closes the portal and turns towards Dream.
“Yes?” He was always good at hiding his emotions, even as a child.
“Why…” He starts, seemingly testing out the water.
“Why are you here?”
“I always come here.” He quietly admits.
“You do?” Dream asks in a hopeful manner.
“Yes, only on special occasions.”
“Well… you don’t have to leave. If you want I can go.” Dream suggests. Nightmare thinks for a moment, debating his options.
“You can stay. I am going to stay too.” 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 wasn’t like him, he didn’t know how to hide his emotions.
“Are you alright?” He asks without turning towards him.
“Sorry.” He whimpered.
“Don’t apologize.”
“I just..thought you..hated me, hated mom, our childhood.” Nightmare felt his words pierce his soul and the tears he’d been holding onto spilled.
“..I could never hate you.” 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 Nightmare’s tears were purple.
“why? Why try to hurt me? Kill positivity?” Dream asks his voice breaking more each second. Nightmare swallows the lump in his throat and looks away from Dream.
“The 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.”
“Ink..” Dream quietly mumbles, and Nightmare nods with a hum.
“So you’ve..been doing your job and we’ve been.. oh, stars.. I’m so sorry..” Dream covers his mouth and his chest shakes as he starts to cry.
Nightmare hesitated but before his body told him he shouldn’t he went for it. Nightmare pulls Dream into a hug.
“Do not be sorry. It is my fault. All of this..is my fault.” 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 couldn’t have that.
He wouldn’t 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 isn’t looking where he is going and bumps into someone dropping his phone to the ground.
“Shit. I’m Sorry I-“ 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-I’m 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-I’m 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 won’t even have a chance.
“Like…I said I’m a big fan…”His face heated up at being caught and he couldn’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.
Dream chuckled and passed Cross back the phone. “Then, my biggest fan ever, how about a date?”
He was sure this had to be some kind of dream.
“What?”
Dream leaned in close, “Go on a date with me, and you can take as many pictures as you want,” he shrugged, “maybe some videos too.”
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, Dream’s 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.
