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Killermare/Nightkiller - Soul Mates

Hey! I finished the prompt person who made a request like a month ago! I literally do not want to even look at this anymore. I’ve been picking away at it all month between shifts and breaks and I’m beginning to hate it by virtue of seeing it too much.

The beginning has been edited and now has some nsfw soul-mating and some after effect scenes!

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“Are you sure you want this? With me?” Nightmare wouldn’t meet Killer’s eyes. He stood in front of one of his room’s many arched windows, moonlight shimmering over his blackened form. His tentacles had curled in on him, arms crossed, an uncharacteristic sign of vulnerability that Killer had only seen inside of this room.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Killer, too, let his eternally present grin fall. This matter meant too much, and Nightmare’s insecurity fell heavily on him, on them.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I have an idea, but I want to hear the specifics. ‘s important.” Killer crossed his own arms to match, to hold back the urge to touch his moon until he finished his thoughts.

“Soul mating is to share all that you are with another.” Nightmare turned to face out over the darkened wilds his castle oversaw. “It’s to be unified on every level and live as one until we cease to be. I am not afraid of being unified with you myself; I have centuries of existence and a power to shake the multiverse, and while I’m certain that I will be affected by you, as I am even now when we’re separate, I am also sure of my ability to handle it as I have everything else.”

“It’s me you don’t trust to deal.” Killer sighed, frown downturning further. Nightmare whirled around in an instant.

“I trust you with my life Killer.” He hurried across the room to hold his beloved’s face, a concerned eye looking into Killer’s, begging him to understand. “I would not humor this for anyone else, I would not want this with anyone else. To be joined with you is a dream I wish for. But…” His thumbs wiped away the streaks of liquid hate on Killer’s face. “To be joined to me is my namesake. You will know misery on a level you have never known.”

Killer reached up to hold Nightmare’s hands. He smiled with a short laugh.

“I think I’ve known some pretty deep fucking misery Night.” Killer let go to reach out for Nightmare’s jacket, pulling him closer. “I’m not fragile. You worry too much. ‘Sleeping near me might give you nightmares’ and ‘if I lose control during sex, I could hurt you’ and, my favorite, ‘I am the guardian of negativity, I cannot love you back.’ Yet we’re here.” He took a nice deep breath, sinking into the comfort that was Nightmare pressed to his chest. Nightmare’s fingers clutched at his back.

“Not like this Killer, never like this.” Cyan tears welled up, hands vice gripped onto his hoodie. “I am not minimizing your suffering, I have felt it firsthand, but mine is long and continuous. It bores into your soul and lives there. You mention that I have always worried and you have overcome, but yet, I still worry. Negativity is at the root of me.”

His tentacles reached out like more arms. The fear was palpable, flavoring the air and thick on their tongues. Nightmare could never forsake what he was. He could not undo what had been done.

“And to join you with that? I’m afraid of what this could do to you. Will you gain my corruption? Will I lose you like I lost myself for all those years? How much of you must be traded for us to experience this pinnacle of connection?” Night’s words flooded from his mouth, crying bitterly at the thought of turning Killer away, all for his sake. “Every single thing others can have, I must first pay a cost. To just exist without punishment cost my life, my home, my family. And even then, I did not escape punishment, I merely gained the ability to fight back!”

“Nightlight…look at me.” And he listened. Killer tapped his teeth to his.

“Killer…” Nightmare tapped back, kissing him deeply with wet cheeks. The tension of the room could be cut with a knife, Killer could feel it in the line of Night’s back, and he knew how to work that out. When they broke apart, Killer didn’t move back an inch.

“Remember when you confessed?” His voice rough and heavy against Night’s teeth, Killer’s eyes went half lidded. “You looked so shocked, like you couldn’t believe it.”

“I still don’t.” Nightmare’s voice dropped low, shaky but wanting.

“Moon, are you happy, being with me?” Night’s tentacles clutched him tight, Nightmare pressing up tight to him with another kiss, their faces still millimeters apart.

“Of course. Idiot...” His eye glanced wistfully at the bookshelves on the wall, expression serious and hesitant. Killer chuckled softly at the worry. He wiped his god’s tears away.

“Then why couldn’t I be happy joined with you?” Night’s body sparked with magic underneath his fingertips. “If even the god of negativity can be happy with the one he loves, why couldn’t I do the same with a piece of him living in my soul?” Killer licked his teeth, tongue touching his moon’s at this distance, groaning at the catch in Nightmare’s breath.

“You could.”

Killer crushed Night up against him, the smaller hands fisting in the loose blue hoodie in their passion. Kissing Nightmare always got his motor running. His dark tentacles sought out every surface to lavish attention on Killer’s body, three times the stimulation of any other partner and a hell of a lot more interesting.

“Let me have ya then.” His pointer finger slid down the black cheek, catching softly on his jaw, over his sensitive throat, and leaving a hot trail of need down his sternum before halting. Right over Night’s soul. “Mate with me Moon.”

Night reached out slowly for Killer’s soul, always within reach but rarely so bright, tapping the surface with a fond smile. Killer felt the weight of his words resonate across his being.

“Promise I won’t lose you?” Killer grinned widely.

“Promise.” The tenseness dropped from Night’s back, arms slung around Killer’s shoulders with a more confident look.

“Then take me Killer.”

Killer had a slight height advantage, but Night made up for it with vigor. The black fingers pulled at the hoodie, growling when Killer laughed at him for its slow removal.

“My soul’s not inside my ribcage Moonlight. Did ya forget?” He chuckled until Nightmare pulled their faces together again, groaning into Night’s mouth, tasting and teasing the cyan tongue until he felt Night’s fingers loosen. He took the opportunity to run a phalange up from Night’s back to his sternum, tracing a rib. Night broke off to shiver.

“Are you trying to rush?” Nightmare traced the outer edge of the target shaped soul. It snapped into a heart shape for the second go around. “There you are.”

“I just like when ya touch me.” Killer winked, grinding up against Night’s pelvis. Night bucked against the bulge in front of him. He kept rubbing the tiny heart in his hands while Killer nuzzled into his throat to nip and lick at the sensitive vertebrae there. “Fucking delicious. Can’t wait to have ya.” Killer took a deep breath in, lost in the scent of Nightmare.

Night didn’t respond, only kissed the soul in his hands, trying to impart what he couldn’t say. I’m the lucky one. That you want me, it matters more than anything else.

Killer’s mouth licked haphazardly. The warm buzz of emotion from Night seeped into his body, unfurling the little anxieties building in the peripheral of their relationship. Killer put on a grandiose show, playing the part of the cocky bastard to his moon’s calm stoic, but Nightmare very rarely opened up this far. His moon cried less than Killer had fingers on one hand. He spoke seldomly about the past in anything but factual recounts. The fact he’d been so honest, that he could feel that pure emotion through the contact, put him in a drunken euphoria.

“Moooooon, you’re wearing too many clothes.” He pushed the hoodie off Night’s shoulders, caught on his elbows. “Come to the bed.” Killer slid his hands up to hold Night’s hands, soul dropped and returned to its place.

Killer led him towards the bed, but let him go with a sly grin. He stripped off his shirt with a twirl, revealing his ribs with hungry eyes, dropping his shorts in the next moment to persuade his love to do the same.

“Eager, are you?” Nightmare’s voice betrayed nothing, but the slow shrug off of his sweater spoke volumes.

“Already missing that touch of yours.” He gestured to his soul. “I could get off from just that.”

A peace offering, a way to back out, to build to this piece by piece. Night stepped closer to his love leaned back on the bed.

With a determined eye, he skimmed over the bulge of Killer’s cock, meeting Killer’s captivated gaze with ferocity. He only broke it to remove his suffocating shirt.

“Ignoring my needs? What type of mate do you plan to be?” Killer’s eyelights popped into existence while Nightmare seated himself on his lap. “I thought you said you’d never disappoint me…” He almost fell off when Killer sat up to meet him, smashing their teeth together.

Killer dove in, not leaving room for Nightmare to fight back, overwhelming his small lover with how much he could explore with his eyes closed. They were both pantless by the time Nightmare’s senses returned, breathless but alive with energy.

“If you’re feeling needy, we’ll focus on you then.” Nightmare had no ecto formed yet, Killer instead reaching up into his chest for the dark apple soul he’d never been allowed to touch. His hand hesitated before tapping the blackened surface. “Last chance Nightmare.” And when all he got was silence, he took it out and held it up to his face.

Unlike his own soul, the black apple sat calmly in his hand. It had little give, the dark peel a thin barrier to protect it from the outside world, everlasting and unbroken until this very moment.

“Didn’t expect that.” Killer ran his thumbs over the surface, testing the limits of the shell and Night in one swoop. His moon sat unaffected except by a blush.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected.” He could read Night’s hesitation in his body language, but not from the soul seated in his hands, its aura as calm on the exterior as its owner. He wanted in. Killer gently bit down on the apple, not wanting to go clean through, but maybe create a little breach. When Night didn’t react, he bit down harder. His ectobody formed instantly, boosting him up on Killer’s lap.

“OooooooH!” He broke the skin, a small cut through the outer barrier. Night hadn’t ripped it away yet, so Killer turned it over until he could work his tongue into the hole.

“KiLLeR.” Night’s thighs tightened on his legs, hips bucking down wantonly while his cyan tongue lolled out of his mouth. Killer kept working and tasting, getting deeper and deeper into the soul. “STARS, Killer, please. Fuck me!”

Tentacles curled up every limb stroking and teasing. They sought out Killer like a moth to the flame, knowing who was pleasing their master, eager to return the favor. Killer appreciated their caress, but focused in on the torrent of emotion pouring into his mouth from the apple. Night’s composure seldom broke outside of the bedroom, and even here, he was not driven to utmost debauchery, often just more openly honest about his desires. Licking directly into his core, Killer could taste how much Night was holding back. He sucked out some of the wet flavor with a slurp.

“God ya want this so bad. Good, me too.” Killer worked two fingers into the break to Night’s wrecked gasps. “My soul can’t fit in here love. Gunna have to make room for me inside ya.”

“I need you inside me, right now.” Night’s tentacles readjusted them quickly for his red cock to slide up and down Night’s already wet folds. “I love you, connect with me, I’ve got so much room for you…” Killer heard the wet squelch of Night stretching himself open with a tentacle in preparation, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He forced his tongue in around the three fingers he’d worked into Night’s soul. His reward was instantaneous.

“AAH!” Night’s knees knocked on his waist, his eye wide and hazy, which Killer took advantage of by pulling Night further onto him and starting to sink into his soaked pussy along with the slicked tentacle still stuffed inside.

“Oh FUCK!” Night’s cyan eye rolled into his skull, trembling apart at the seams. “T-they fit?”

“They sure do.” Killer pulled his soul up to the opening in Night’s. “You ready for the second squeeze?” He flexed his hips making Nightmare scream.

“Stuff me full Killer, hah, please!”

With a gentle push, his soul tapped against the inside of Night’s, the opening worked large enough for the entire thing to fit along it on one side. He watched fascinated. Normal soulmating, you could hold two souls together and they’d combine, no work required but the desire to do so, but he had to try at getting his moon open enough to reach the savory core. They sat against each other for an instant, Killer anxious if he’d gone about it wrong and Night if he could even do this at all, before Killer’s entire soul slid directly inside, combining them in a flash of color.

The red apple hung between them pleasantly. Killer’s eyelights glowed bright as Night’s went deep purple.

“Moon?” The words echoed in his mind, though it felt like he spoke them. He didn’t need to say anything, Night was him and he was Night, but his sudden desire to hear Nightmare overrode logic.

“My darling soul.” Hands rested on his face. Night’s locked eyes with his, faces moving closer, but even an inch felt too far. It was slow deliberate love, that first kiss, the taste of their soulmate for the very first time.

But then Night shifted to get a little closer and the thickness inside him sparked the desire.

That spark quickly caught, burning through both of them with the intensity of sun, each thought echoing between their souls, escalating to a constant hum that drowned out the rest. Night slid forward to take Killer and his own appendage to the hilt. Killer moaned loudly before pulling Night up to his chest with a desperate kiss. He could barely get out any words.

“I love you.” It slurred from his teeth, feeling the tentacle inside of Night curl around his cock to make it stretch out Night wider. “You’ve got my soul inside yours, ya shouldn’t mind if I fill ya with my cum right?” He thrusted experimentally; Night wailed and slid down to meet his hips. His purple blush complimented the wrecked expression, staring into Killer’s eyes like a lifeline, before nodding with a broken moan. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

He started slow. Night winced at the end of the thrusts and Killer wasn’t so far gone as to not notice; to the contrary, he had never been more aware of his moon. The sound of his voice breaking on Killer’s name a symphony, the taste of his love’s tongue a banquet, all his senses awakened at the sight of his gorgeous soulmate. And through the bond, he could feel Night’s agreement.

“Please, please, please!” Oversensitive and at the emotional limit, Killer could feel his peak rapidly approaching, speeding up to slam into Night, clapping their ecto together between lewd pants and groans. He dropped his sweaty head against Night’s shoulder.

“God Night, come for me!” Night’s pussy clamped down tight with his orgasm. Killer rode it to his own finish.

“Fuck!”

He slow thrusted through it, filling up Night with his red magic, sliding against each other with pleasant bonelessness. They fell back onto the bed in their embrace.

“Killer…”Night’s head rested on his chest, one hand rubbing over where he could see Killer’s cum inside himself. Killer felt tears drip onto his ribcage.

“Nightlight?” He cradled Night’s head. He held him tight, Night nuzzling his chest with the rarest of expressions.

“Thank you.” The genuine smile, soft and sweet, hit Killer right in their combined souls, overcome with their combined joy. He had it so bad. They readjusted to separate, sharing soft continuous kisses, settling into the blankets with unmatched contentment.

“We look pretty good together.” He stroked a finger over the red apple, both trembling with a soft sigh. “Can’t get rid of me now. No take-backs.”

“I can think of no better partner for eternity.” And that deep honesty flustered Killer. He hoped he’d get to see more of this side of his beloved moon now that they were one. Being one in all forms had unlocked more of himself than had existed before, parts he would adopt from Night starting to click in as extensions of his soul. Something dark ate at the back of Killer’s mind, but combined like this, it was held at bay effortlessly by Night’s calm thoughts and breathing.

“Let’s get some rest Nightlight. We have the rest of our lives tomorrow.” He pulled up a sheet to cover them, and placed one last kiss on Night’s teeth.

“That we do.” With their combined souls hanging between them, they slipped in restful sleep.

Killer woke up late. Looking around, he realized he’d been moved from Night’s bedroom to the study. He sat up (appropriately though not fully dressed) on the lounge that Nightmare had scooted closer to his desk.

“Good afternoon. How are you feeling?” Killer felt strangely apprehensive before realizing that the feeling wasn’t centered in his body. The immediacy lessoned the longer he thought about it, though the intensity of that wariness kept ratcheting up while he tried to speak.

“Is that you?” The sudden break in relief caused emotional whiplash and a spike of discomfort.

“Yes. My apologies, I wasn’t reigning in my reactions.” The normal calm came back, with a background fluttering of too many emotions to name. “It should be more manageable now.”

“Wow, I must be bothering the fuck outta you.” He laughed at the tinges of worry, indignation, and relief in turn. A glance at his own chest revealed only his own soul. They’d separated when sleeping it appeared.

“Always.”

“Wow, this is what you’re actually feeling?” Each emotion felt so distinct and different, the deep fondness manifesting as a touch to the cheek and a soft smile, the yearning a waltz across a marble floor, remaining a respectable distance but waiting for a moment alone to close the distance. So caught in this tide, he didn’t notice the tentacle resting along his back.

“Yes. I hope you could see through the sarcasm beforehand. But focus for a moment.” The appendage slid up his spine, Killer shivering. “I’m syphoning my power out of you by force, but once I break contact, you will be hit with whatever my corruption has done to you.”

“Still worried?” Killer grinned with a tilt of his head, shit eating smile not calming Night in the slightest.

“I didn’t want you to wake up in whatever state this will put you in. There’s a difference from knowing it’s coming to waking up overwhelmed.” Killer rolled his shoulders to ready up, taking a few breaths before nodding confidently.

“Hit me with it Nightlight.”

The instant the words left his mouth, the weight of the corruption fell on his back. He gasped, choking on the weight of the atmosphere, hate spilling out of his eyes. His soul pulsed heavily, weighted and overwhelming, drowning in a pit of self-loathing and anger that he almost couldn’t see through.

He fell off something. His hands scrambled along the floor, colliding with something that Killer clawed at until he was sat up again.

He trembled violently, bones clattering against his leverage. Sounded familiar though. Where had he heard it before? He focused on the sound to anchor himself in the moment, reflecting on it until the answer came to him suddenly. Nightmare’s desk, he’d had sex on enough times to remember the way wood sounded banging against bone.

Nightmare! He’d been with him before this.

Killer heaved in a few gulps of air. If he reached out with his magic, he could feel him, dark and powerful not too far away, and that helped get through the worst of the panic. The calm washed over him like soothing rain. It soaked into his joints until he laid back against the wood, completely still.

Amidst the black came a single bright ping of light. Hope lit in his chest like a lamp, illuminating his eyelights, finally able to see.

Feelings were too overwhelming to speak, but his staticky pupils stared at his moon’s face.

Nightmare forwent his usual propriety, his normally impassive face scrunched up in unease. His cyan pupil took in every movement, any motion or emotion he could see. Every tentacle hovered around him worriedly, barely restrained from touching Killer to sap the feeling away. He felt Night’s palms on his. He gripped them back with a tired grin.

He could see Nightmare trying to speak, but his ears hadn’t caught up to him yet, still roaring with the stress his body had gone through. He tugged on Nightmare’s arms, toppling the king to the ground into him. Pressed against his chest, he felt better already.

Oh look at his cute soulmate. God he loved him.

Night had been knocked down to kneeling over Killer’s collapsed form, sitting in his lap with flushed cyan cheeks, all right in reach of Killer. Night really should know who he was dealing with by now.

Killer kissed him fully, hands trailing to his shoulder joints to get his moon to huff and let him in. It felt incredible, their magic tongues sparking up pure passion between them through the bond. The fog from the shock of Night’s power was clearing, getting further and further away the more he touched his precious mate, measured in the volume of sounds finally reaching him. By the time they broke apart, Killer had his mind back enough to speak.

“I told you. You worry too much.” Killer grinned, eyes closed and amused. He nuzzled Night’s cheeks with his own. “If you think I was handsy before, you won’t be able to handle how much I want ya now.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Nightmare surged up into another kiss. The magical connection pulsed alive in their souls, swept away in the insatiable urge to be closer to each other. So enraptured that they only halted when they heard mumbling to the side.

“I’m not interrupting them Papyrus, they’ll take a break eventually…” Dust didn’t even flinch when their eyes snapped over to him.

“Didn’t take ya as a voyeur Dusty!” Killer laughed. Nightmare stood quickly, but didn’t move to take his place behind his desk.

“I suppose you’re reporting in on your latest assignment in Fellswap.” Night could compartmentalize like a pro, his face blank and unaffected in moments while Dust relayed his findings calmly. Killer had envied Night’s ability to sort away emotions and reject them, choosing to feel them instead of being overcome, but now that he had a direct link behind the facade, he found himself awed at his moon’s composure under enormous influence.

Calmed by the impromptu make out session, Killer searched inside himself for what was new.

The parts of the bond that came from Nightmare felt shiny, not like the pieces that had always been there. He could feel those rotting things from his own past had been broken in, worn to match the rest of him, unlike that which was added. Killer visualized Nightmare’s power like a tiny galaxy living in him. Dark and expansive, powerful and captivating, it crooked a finger at him to indulge in the negative in himself and in others around him. He could pull on it, indulge in the poisonous vapors, become more powerful in an instant.

Tentacles slithered over his arms, lifting him carefully but pulling his back flush against Nightmare’s chest.

“Now where were we?” Night’s voice rumbled through the both of them. Killer stroked each appendage and licked the corner of Nightmare’s mouth.

“Almost to the good part.”

He was level 20. Right hand of the terror of the multiverse. Mated to the god of negativity. He’d killed plenty and taken what he wanted his entire life.

Killer shut the power out of his mind. He’d take it in stride and learn to tame the damn thing. No need to throw away his sanity for more power than he already had, especially not at the cost of his moon.

One stray hand to his pelvis and the thought was gone.

“How do ya deal with the cravings?” Killer’s hand clenched around his knife, breathing through his nose in metered breaths. Blood red magic ran from his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue at the last second.

“I indulge when it is safe to do so.” Night watched cautiously from the door to the training room.

“And when’s that?” Killer curled in on himself.

“Moments like right now.”

He and Horror had been sparring, just like normal, taunting back and forth, when the corruption had reared its ugly head mid-sentence.

“Can’t keep up? Maybe that’s why you couldn’t feed Pap-” Killer instantly ate his own words, teeth cutting clean through his tongue before Horror could do anything in retaliation. He didn’t even block the attack Horror had started. They weren’t fragile, god knows that they had tougher skin than most, but there were lines you did not cross, and Killer had sprinted straight past them without looking back. He hadn’t moved since.

“So you’re feeding off my fuckup? At least that’s something.” His shirt was wet against his sternum, stuck and soaked in the front, sticky and thick on his fingers tearing into the fabric.

Nightmare pulled down, sitting beside him on the floor. Every limb hovered over Killer’s form. Times like this, he almost detested Nightmare’s superior control, unable to see beyond that carefully neutral face and the wall Nightmare could pull between their bond with ease.

“I cannot help my nature. That doesn’t mean I wished for this.” Nightmare folded his hands in his lap, a picture of patience. “He has already forgiven you.”

“He fucking shouldn’t. I knew what the fuck saying that would do.” Killer sneered at the floor. Black dripped down to mix with the crimson staining his clothes. He was such a piece of shit, giving in like this was his first damn rodeo, like he’d never had to exert ANY fucking self control! He fell forward until his face met the floor.

“You’ve only had this power for a few weeks. It takes time.” Killer could feel his tentacles tentatively soothe him at the edges, pokes and pats soft enough to be shaken off should he decide to run. “I’m sorry.”

Killer’s eyelights flicked on at the tiny pulse of sadness. Night could hide a lot, but powerful swings couldn’t be hidden from your soulmate.

He turned over to stare at his moon. His face looked steady as always, but knowing the emotion beneath gave it away. Night met his gaze evenly, but his eye had gotten soft, rounded on the edges. If he looked closely, tension pulled Night’s arms taut, elbows pressed too hard into his lap, tiny tremors in the forearms from pushing his stress to a hidden place most wouldn’t notice. Really seeing it had Killer shuffling up to sit again.

“Moon, I don’t regret anything. I’m mad at myself but not at this.” He sought out Night’s folded hands, grasping them with his dirtied ones. “The only thing directed at you is that you still keep hiding from me.”

“It’s...a lot to handle. You already feel overwhelmed, so I…”

“I get to decide when it’s too much Nightlight. Tell me how ya really feel.” The revulsion from his actions faded away, patiently waiting for Night to let down the wall.

It dropped all at once, a dam cracked open over his psyche, Killer awash in a million emotions, many that didn’t have names but ate at him sharply. Another piece of him soaked it in, eating up all Night’s doubts and self-loathing with glee. Killer flinched.

“It feels weird as fuck to like when you’re upset.” Killer scrunched up his face. “I prefer you smilin’. Or moaning.” He gave Night a saucy wink. His reward, a light peal of laughter, lit his soul up like a glowstick. Night cupped his wet face with a soft smile.

“I’d like that too.” A chaste kiss melted the dark atmosphere away, Killer left besotted in the wave of fondness from his lovely moon. “I will always feed on the negative, but in this, I gain strength from our love too.” He hummed softly at Killer’s enamoured look. “In sickness and health, my soul.”

The kiss was warm, but not drawn out. They were still in the training room after all.

“I guess I should clean up and apologize to Horror. Even if he forgives me, don’t mean I don’t have to apologize.” Killer stretched back. With a swing of his torso, he landed on his feet. Night stood to join him, resisting the urge to take him elsewhere for soft reassurances. “See ya tonight light?” Killer stuck his tongue out.

“It isn’t optional.” Night pulled him forward with a single hand by the collar of his hoodie. “I’d hunt you down if you tried to stay away.” His seductive smile made Killer purr.

“Hunt me down then Moonbeam. I look forward to it.” The pleasant shimmer of emotion under it all warmed his bones as he walked to his room for a change of clothes. Killer caught a glimpse of the hall mirror, taking in his wrecked appearance with little concern. With each day, he owned more and more of this new darkness, and one day soon, he’d have eternity left with Night. He flexed his arms to rest them behind his head.

“Now where is Horror?”

“Take Horror and get the fuck out of here.” Killer swung his blade through an ink stream. It deflected off to the side, narrowly missing Dust, who had Horror up over his shoulder.

“You can’t take Ink and Cross alone idiot.” Dust had started to back towards the exit anyway. He’d save two skins over one any day.

“Don’t need to take ‘em. Boss’s on his way, just gotta run out the clock.” His grin widened as he turned back to his opponents. The liquid hate began to pour from his sockets, dripping onto the floor, starting to puddle into pitch black pools. He slid his knife under the waterfall to coat it in the black sludge. “And I’ve gotten better at taking my time.” When he stepped forward, Cross stepped back.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”

“Not a bit.” Cross’s stance shifted to put his blade between them. He kept readjusting his grip on his weapon, anxiously preparing for whatever new tricks Killer had up his sleeve. “I’m not so easily shaken.” His white eye went gold.

“I don’t think that’ll make that much of a difference.” Killer flipped his knife with ease, taunting his favorite punching bag of the Stars. Internally, he checked his balance to dodge positivity arrows. “Whatcha gunna do? Stare at me?”

Cross swung confidently in a forward dash. Killer jumped out of the way.

“I’ve got positivity on my side.” Killer almost laughed, but a shot of ink missed his face by an inch.

“And a little help!” Ink chuckled, setting himself up around the edges of Cross and Killer’s spar as inconvenient back up. Killer blocked a direct attack, focusing his energy to spread the corruption over to Cross’s blade at point of contact. The gold eyelight flickered until Cross whipped back.

“What the hell did he do to you?” Cross curved the sword to smash into the ground with a grimace. The sludge cracked and crumbled off.

“It’s better than the nothing Dream gave you.” Killer stuck out his tongue, enraging Cross into re-engaging.

Cross hadn’t gotten much better. His stamina had increased, drastically so, but so had Killer’s, that wasn’t making the difference. Cross stepped into the sludge pool, sliding off balance. Killer pounced on the opening. The back up ink stream caught his shoulder. He growled at the shot of pain but poured that feeling into his spark, bouncing back before Cross could even react.

Even the help wasn’t making that much of a difference. Cross just wasn’t messing up as much as usual.

Cross had always left openings in his attacks, and Killer exploited them, which upset Cross, which made him fuck up more, which made him an easier target, ad naseum until he kicked his angry, self loathing ass. Looks like he’d gone and gotten with Dream to get over himself. Well mostly, because he was still fucking up, but each success powered the positivity and that weakened Killer now, even as his own worries ate at him. It was the world’s worst snowball effect. Too absorbed in his own head; he found himself backed into a wall.

“Look who’s cornered now?” Killer hated that smile on Cross. Well, he’d either have to take a scalding or a slice to get out of this. He leaned back to push out of the corner after the swing.

“Try not to get my face. Boss’ll have no eye candy at the castle.”

“Well we can’t have that.” The sight of the tentacle gripping Cross’s knife made him swoon.

“W-what?” Cross’s eyesight dimmed back to white with Night’s touch. “How’d you get here so fast?!” Nightmare tilted his back towards Ink.

“Killer.”

“Yes Boss.” He took off towards the painter like a bolt, powered by the Night’s aura and the dread Cross eeked over the battlefield. He listened to Nightmare’s talk while easily keeping Ink busy.

“The better question, Cross, is why Dream has not come to save you. Are you just not worth saving?” He’d wrapped Cross in his tentacles, the spark of positivity being drowned out by the overwhelming panic, much tastier than normal loathing. “Did you think you could take him alone? Did you doubt that I’d come to defend what’s mine? Or is it...you can’t call him?”

“I can call him!” But no one came.

“Don’t forget who I am. I am not easily deceived.” Night’s satisfied smile drilled into Cross’s mind. “Such a pity. He mates with you but doesn’t tend to your spark. What a waste.” He tightened his hold on Cross, wincing at the tightening pressure. “Killer can call me from any corner of the world if he chooses. He can wield my gift. You were left with nothing but the promise of feeling better, while I raised my mate higher.” Night manipulated Cross to stare at him in the eyes. “Dream truly does not understand his own power, and, by extension, you.” Condescending and conceited in turns, though Killer could feel the pride beneath.

“You and Killer?” He’d barely gotten it out before his eyelights blanked.

“Not your concern.” He’d seeped most of Cross’s strength away before throwing him towards Ink disdainfully. He broke off his fight with Killer to look over at the limp offering. “I suggest you get him out of my sight. I will not spare him a second time.” Night turned away from the crumpled heap, wrecked traitor gone as soon as Ink grabbed him.

“If I said I wanted your body now, would ya hold it against me?” Killer held his arms wide open. Nightmare walked directly into them, not even waiting until Ink had fully portaled, kissing his mate fondly.

“Have I told you that you can be insufferable at times?” Killer laughed so hard he could hardly stand up straight.

“I know I’m your favorite. No need to say anything.” With a hand to guide Night on his chin, Killer angled into another kiss, soaking in the love and affection from his moon as easily as he had his worries and troubles. Nightmare rested easily between his arms, happier than Killer had ever seen and proud beyond measure of HIS soulmate.

“I love you. You are, indeed, my favorite.” He leaned into Killer’s chest. “Now, how about we go home for some preferential treatment?”

“Moon, you just read my mind.” Killer wrapped an arm around Night’s waist, sliding the other hand along his arm until he had Night’s clasped off to the side. A perfect dance pose, Night shaking his head with fake exasperation, straightening to press against him. The portal whirled open somewhere behind them. “Let’s waltz on outta here.” Night laughed.

“Lead the way Killer.”

He grinned and waltzed them right through the portal, to home.

Thank god, it POSTED.

#killermare #nightkiller #story time #soulmate AU

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ssneksnekk · 3 years

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One-Sided Killermare from a different perspective

(SFW)

“So…” Killer said, looking around the HQ with an awkward intrigue. Dream flinched at his sudden voice and looked to his side, where Killer was sitting. Killer had… hesitantly agreed to join the Stars. Dream had never thought that this guy, Nightmare’s most loyal dog, someone he knew he’d taken a liking too, would join HIS team. Dream didn’t know if he should be excited or not.

What if it was a trick? What if he killed him right here and called Nightmare while he watched his dead body drain of life? Dream knew his anxiety and paranoia was getting the best of him. He just didn’t want to accept Killer wanted to change. Didn’t Killer have some kind of weird crush on Nightmare anyway? That just made it even more awkward!

He’d always seen Killer protecting his brother on the battlefield more than his actual team. He could see Killer probably always staring straight at Nightmare. Though his brother showed no sort of romantic or friendly interest in him, Killer didn’t care whatsoever. He just kept trying to get something out of his reach.

“Uh… yes?” Dream responded. He kept his smile calm, posture straight and aura bright. Though, it didn’t seem to have an effect on Killer. Weird. Killer rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. “Nice place ya got here.” It’d been at least two hours and that was the only thing he had to say? At least he was trying. “Ah, thank you. Ink, Blue, and I made it ourselves. Well.. mostly Ink but me and Blue did try and help out quite a bit.” At least the elephant in the room had left them alone. For now.

Dream really wanted to ask why killer switched sides in the first place! It didn’t make sense to him at all! “I can read that look on your face.” Dream flinched at Killer’s sudden words. “Wh..what?” Killer let out an amused huff, one leg crossed over the other. His narrowed eyesockets stared deep into Dream’s soul. “You’re probably asking yourself... ‘why would Killer, Nightmare’s loyal dog, EVER think to join my team,’ right?” Dream was scared now. A lot more scared than he thought he should’ve been.

Killer wasn’t done just yet. “I’ll put it simple to a dumbass like you: For fun.” Dream blinked. “Excuse me..?” Killer knew he’d get that kind of reaction and it was perfectly appropriate. “Yep. That’s all it is. For fun. I’ve got no other reason, y’know. I’d never join some goody-two-shoes like you ever. I’m a dog, through and through. But, uh.. just not for you. I don’t want to be saved.. or ‘fixed,’ or whatever weird things you say these days. I just want to see what it’s like but I’m sure I’ll be gone in under a week.”

Oh. He guessed that made sense. Why would Killer ever join him? He was stupid, huh? Thinking gullibly like he always did and getting his hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. “I see… so, you’re that loyal to my brother?” Killer nodded. “Of course I am. I love him after all.”

Love. He never thought he’d hear that word coming out of Killer’s mouth. Especially not when talking about his brother, specifically. Hell, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yeah, Nightmare probably found someone who’d stay loyal to him till the end but that also meant another person to hold him back from a truce if Killer loved him the way he was! “O-Oh... that’s..” He couldn’t even find words for it.

What would you even say to something like that? Congratulations? Of course not! So he just averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, letting out the most awkward sound he could ever do..

“E-eheheheh...”

#Killermare #Butnotreally #Dreamisawkward #Killerisgoingtohornyjail #InspiredbyCarelessCreativity

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Killermare (React, KillerxNightmare)

Created on: 10/29/20

Requested by: No one. I got bored, i saw Killermare analysis had the most views, and i didn't just wanna be doing oneshots 24/7

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ok, so i've had a bad experience with Killermare

don't get me wrong, i understand the ship and i do like it. but i've had some bad run ins with toxic cream and killermare shippers when i said Crossmare, Drink, and Kross were pretty good too. i've been a little less enthusiastic towards the ships since, so i'm trying to build back. i[ll probably be able to like the ships again without being reminded of that experience again once i manage to get my head back in A T M Y O W N P A C E W I T H O U T A N Y O N E T R Y I N G T O P U S H M E F O R W A R D O R Y A N K M E B A C K .

but anyway, let's react

OH GOD THIS KILLED ME-

i never really watched Death Note, but my sister spoiled it for me cuz she knew i'd never watch it. A summary for any of you who want to watch:

A student genius finds a weird notebook.

That is it. I won't say any further. I absolutely recommend it for any of you who might like this kind of stuff cuz when you watch it it can get really intense. Especially with mind games i think. So go ahead and watch it if you want.

anyway this is definitely going to make my rate it above 5 X,D

i've scanned through some of the killermare fanfics and uh...

I'll probably give it less than 9.

No offense, but the fanfiction gets cheesy real quick. I prefer angst and problems that strengthen their resolve to be loyal to their love. This is probably why I read Crossmare a lot even though i'm a neutral/multi shipper. There's a LOT of really good Crossmare fanfic on wattpad such as "Showtime" and "Against the Odds" (stories by carelesscreativity and __Purple_Fluffball__) that have really interesting stories that lead up to the love.

With lots and lots of stabby problems in the way =) Just the way i like it

but the art is really cute ^w^

Overall: 7/10. i like the ship. i just wish i'd find better fanfic of it though. I asked my friend and she agreed that good killermare fanfic is difficult to come by. i'll be glad to check out killermare fanfics if you comment them in the comments down below. it'd be nice to take a break from so much crossmare afterall.

#reaction #killermare #nightmare x killer #nightmare #killer #killer!sans #sans #undertale #undertale au #ship #ship reaction

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quixlebug · 4 years

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Hmmm, do you by any chance have a good utmv fic recommendation please-? I ran out of things to read and boredom is taking over please halp- T^T

Apologies in advance for the mess, I'm on mobile and I don't know how to make the links look neat and pretty. I'd also put a "keep reading" if I could, but again… I don't know how and I'm on mobile...

Oh boy, do I have some fics for you.

"A Good Ol' Fashioned Hell-Raising" is one of my current favorites. I've never been crazy about either westerns or the Grillby x Gaster ship, but this story is just so fun to read. I read the first 17 or so chapters in one sitting, and when I was done I was sad there wasn't more. It's currently ongoing, and things are getting quite interesting. 11/10, highly recommended. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23756062

"Hey There, Angel Fins," is a longtime favorite of mine. Kustard and mermaids, what more could you ask for? The social and physical differences between shallow water and deep water mercreatures are fascinating, and the family and school dynamics are wonderful to read. There is a little bit of explicit content, but it can be skipped over very easily with no importance to understanding the rest of the story. Ongoing. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17948678

"Imaginary Friend" is actually one of the first works I read in this fandom, and it still has a very special place in my heart. The author has apparently orphaned it, but it's an Errink high school AU one-shot that managed to hit all of my feels in a very short amount of time. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17821253

"A Glimpse Into Forever" is another story I read when first coming into the fandom. There's a lot of NSFW, but the author's portrayals of Geno, Reaper, and some of the other characters who make an appearance as well, have strongly affected the way I interpret those characters in my own work. There's lot of feels- fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, pretty much anything you could ever ask for. Completed, although there is a kind-of sequel that updates occasionally. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18667033

"Beneath an Aurora Sky" is another story with some more mature content, but it's by one of my favorite authors of all time, who pretty much single-handedly made me love Spicyhoney. They've got a lot of different stories and AUs which I highly recommend checking out as well, but this particular one is set at a North Pole research station. Although the story is centered around Edge and Stretch (UF and US Papyrus, respectively) my favorite character in the story might just be Red… or maybe Undyne, even. Ongoing. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18092474

"Despite Everything, It's Still You" is a modern-day human AU centered around Nightmare. Xunshine is a thing and it's nice, Killermare is a thing as well and it's lovely. Nightmare manages to get himself cursed, and life continues pretty much as normal, except with a few extra limbs he has to try and hide. Ongoing? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22580569

"Scars Like Constellations" is a Cherryberry fic where the universes all know each other exist and visit quite frequently- unless you're from Underfell, because those in charge don't know how to be nice, apparently. Mind the tags- there's a chapter with self-harm which is pretty intense, but Red and Blue's dynamic is quite honestly adorable. I'm very excited to see where it goes- and while I was grabbing the link, I realized there's a new chapter I haven't read yet and now I'm very excited. Ongoing. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17196635

And finally, "It's Still You," is another favorite of mine. It's a slightly different take on Dreamtale, with Nightmare and Goopmare as separate entities… but not really. It's a tad confusing at times, but the writing is beautiful and the story itself made me cry, multiple times. There's also a sequel that's ongoing, focusing on Ink and Error. I need to catch up on it, but Flowey is involved and it's all very very interesting. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23899465

Hope you find something you like from this list! I've got plenty more I could add, but for the sake of keeping this post relatively short, I'll cut it off here.

#fic rec #utmv #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction

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skelanonymous · 3 years

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Killermare - Little Moon

Very brief setup. Made in an AU where Dream defeats Nightmare and becomes god of both positivity and negativity, but Nightmare barely lives. He’s close to mortal (uncorrupted) and living alone in a random AU, but bad guys squad finds him and just chill a lot since they all realized that they might be the only friends they had. Established Killermare.

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“What’s up Nightlight?” Killer closed the door behind him. He’d re-picked up the habit pretty quickly when the rest of the guys started making themselves at home in the small house. Nightmare sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms. His face was flushed purple, very nervous and opposite of his body language. It was amazing how much the corruption had hid or eradicated in his boyfriend.

“I wanted to speak with you alone.” His voice was soft, not the piercing presence of a king, not the sharp but clear voice audible at every volume. This felt close, private. Nightmare’s less aggressive side was new to all of them.

“Well you got my attention. Not that you don’t have it all the time anyway.” Killer’s smile climbed into something sly. He cupped a purple cheek in his right hand, the curve of Night’s hip in his left. His thumb rubbed softly into the ecto he could feel underneath (he’d gotten a peek when Nightmare had leaned back, a thin line of purple barely visible under his clothes), wondering why he was summoned when this didn’t feel like that kind of night. “So what’s up Boss?”

He laughed at Nightmare’s annoyed pout. He leaned in to kiss it happily. His hand tilted back Night’s head, mouth opening to deepen the little kiss, though he didn’t delve too deep. Killer wouldn’t be able to stop if he got too far.

“I told you not to call me that.” Nightmare’s eyes wouldn’t meet his. “I’m not the boss of any of you anymore. I have nothing but my life, and barely that.” His hands rested at the base of his hood, playing with the strings to tighten it. “I don’t want you to think of me as some lord you must obey. Especially not now.”

Killer pushed him back, hovering over his body. He pinned Night with just his stare.

“I obey you when I want to. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less. You just happen to be a little more...academic than me.” Not smart, never smart. He and Dust both had a long life full of planning and killing. Dust had him beat in pure power, but his head was screwed on a little tighter and that edge made a lot of difference. He could plan, but the long overarching consequences of actions were more Nightmare’s game.

Night still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I know I make you speechless, but this is unusual even for you.” Killer leaned down to kiss the curve of Nightmare’s neck. “It’s almost like you’re scared.” He whispered it along the bones, the tiny gasp flaring up the heat in Killer’s body.

“I am.”

That drew Killer up to look Nightmare in the face. He could see tears building in his eyes, the first one sliding over an ivory cheek.

The idea of Nightmare being terrified of anything besides one of their own being killed struck him as novel, interesting. Part of him wanted to tease him. The other part, the louder part that gathered Nightmare into his arms for comfort, knew that if it was this upsetting, it was worth him worrying over as well.

“Ain’t nothing taking you from me. And the guys won’t leave. We’ve all gotten used to each other’s weirdness. The rest is small potatoes. Nothing to worry about, no matter what you’re gunna say.”

Nightmare’s legs drew up, trying to curl into a ball in Killer’s arms, so he adjusted to a bridal carry to let him wind in on himself, but still solidly in his grasp. He laid his head against Killer’s arm, and Killer could hear the softest of sobs. He didn’t know if Night always cried this softly or if he was putting on a braver face even in this form. He wasn’t prepared for when his moon looked up at him.

Wide teary eyes, face streaked in lavender trails, brows drawn together in sorrow, and a pained frown, but still on the cutest face he’d ever seen. He’d stared so hard he almost didn’t absorb what Night said.

“I’m pregnant.”

His body reacted on a five second delay. What? His head tilted, eyes squinting in confusion. He was pregnant? I mean, okay, that’s odd, but...wait, how did he…? Had he cheated on him? No, his moon would never. But that meant…

“It’s mine?” His voice sounded a million miles away. Nightmare turned away, a little huff of anger.

“Who else’s would it be?” He curled up tighter in Killer’s grasp. “In even my worst case scenarios, I thought you’d at least know that.” Killer’s face still hadn’t changed from confusion. “Do you think I was SLEEPING AROU-” Nightmare squeaked when his legs were dropped, a hand sliding up from his pelvis.

Killer caught the hem of Nightmare’s shirt with his thumb, dragging it up along the smooth purple ecto. He pushed it as far as it would go before his vision refocused.

A very tiny souling floated in the center of him, a bit below Nightmare’s apple soul. It vibrated when Killer laid his hand over the tiny heart.

This was real. Nightmare was carrying his baby, a little soul made of just them.

“Holy shit.” That was all his brain could think to say. Killer laid Nightmare back on the bed, climbing over him again, stopping his face just above his stomach. He put his head down right over the souling. He could feel the little life pulsing under his skull, and his own eyes had already started to leak red laying there. Killer’s brain only came to under Nightmare’s hand cradling his skull.

“Are you alright?” Killer’s hand laid over Night’s, turning himself over to gently kiss the back of Nightmare’s hand. He left a trail of kisses up his entire arm until he’d reached bright purple cheeks, and then he kissed all over his face. By the time he’d softly kissed his mouth, Nightmare was already crying and clinging to his hoodie. Killer’s tongue slowly tangled with Night’s. The dragging of one over the other sparked soft groans from both, Killer’s hands caught between cradling Nightmare’s face and his child.

“Moon.” He couldn’t move away. His universe had its center, hopelessly trapped in his moon’s orbit until his dying breath. For just a moment, the world ceased to be, held in existence solely by the gravity of his devotion.

“Soul.” God, he’d trade his away with just a word from that smile. He’d been willing to die for just a glance from those violet eyes, the same ones that now never left his side. He kissed each eyelid.

“I love you.” They’d slipped out, straight from the depths of his heart.

“I love you too, my darling Soul.” He felt a finger trace the edges, Nightmare’s fingers so wonderful over his heart. “I...I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. We’ve never talked about children.” Killer’s eyes slipped shut under the attention.

“I had a really bad time with the human one, but if it’s half you, then I’m already in love with ‘em.” He opened them again when Nightmare sniffled. His poor moon had started to cry again. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make ya cry.” He quickly clanked over each of Night’s falling tears until he heard a laugh under the sobs.

“They’re happy tears Soul. No need to apologize.” He captured Killer’s mouth in a kiss. When they could breathe again, Killer rolled them onto their sides, burying his face into Nightmare’s chest and pulling him close.

“Got any names thought up Nightlight?” He purred into Night’s sternum when the other massaged his skull.

“I hadn’t the time, I was too worried about what you’d say.”

“Told ya, ain’t nothing taking ya from me. Mmmm, do you know of any little moons out there?” He could feel a chuckle rumble up from Night’s chest.

“Plenty come to mind. I hadn’t considered them…”Killer felt the hands on his head still. Nightmare breathed out softly.

“Deimos.”

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Deimos is a god of dread, but also Mars’ tiny moon. It also leaves Phobos as a sibling should Night have one.

#killermare #nightkiller #sanscest #sfw #story time

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skelanonymous · 3 years

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Okay, so (if you're cool with this of course) it would be nice to see something that involve soul-mating. Primarily I would like something from Nightmare or (maybe and) Dream and the affect on their partners. It's your choice whether you want to make it emotional, angsty, hot and, what have you. Other than that I just want to say I love your writing, I am not a big Killermare shipper but damn the fics you write are amazing~

Hi Anon! Let me start with the fact that I’m writing more than this snippet (gunna try some Cream as well), but I didn’t want you to think I was ignoring your request. ^^’ I really love this idea, and you’re a genius! The repercussions are something I want to hammer out for a bit longer.

Secondly, I’m glad you like them! I honestly started writing again because I was so tired of not finishing NaNoWriMo, I thought I’d try to do Kinktober instead. Less stakes, fun prompts. I was surprised how much I wanted to write once I started. It’s been years for me, and I’m happy I could write anything cohesive at all!

Here’s a scene of Killer and Nightmare before agreeing to mate their souls, as it were. Somewhere close to 900 words.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Killer, too, let his eternally present grin fall. This matter meant too much, and Nightmare’s insecurity fell heavily on him.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I have an idea, but I want to hear the specifics. ‘s important.” Killer crossed his own arms to match, to hold back the urge to touch his moon until he finished his thoughts.

“Soul mating is to share all that you are with another.” Nightmare turned to face out over the darkened wilds his castle oversaw. “It’s to be unified on every level and live as one until we cease to be. I am not afraid of being unified with you for myself; I have centuries of existence and a power to shake the multiverse, and while I’m certain that I will be affected by you, as I am even now when we’re separate, I am also sure of my ability to handle it as I have everything else.”

“It’s me you don’t trust to deal.” Killer sighed, frown downturning further. Nightmare whirled around in an instant.

Killer reached up to hold Nightmare’s hands. He smiled with a short laugh.

“I think I’ve known some pretty deep misery Night.” Killer let go to reach out for Nightmare’s jacket, pulling him closer. “I’m not fragile. You’ve worried every step of the way. ‘Sleeping near me might give you nightmares’ and ‘if I lose control during sex, I could hurt you’ and, my favorite, ‘I am the guardian of negativity, I cannot love you back.’ Yet we’re here.” He took a nice deep breath, sinking into the comfort that was Nightmare pressed to his chest. Nightmare’s fingers clutched at his back.

“Not like this Killer, never like this.” Cyan tears dripped onto his hoodie. “I am not minimizing your suffering, I have felt it firsthand, but mine is long and continuous. It bores into your soul and lives there. You mention that I have always worried and you have overcome, but yet, I still worry. Negativity is at the root of me.”

His tentacles reached out like more arms. His fear was palpable, tastable in the air and thick on their tongues.

“And to join you with that? I’m afraid of what this could do to you. Will you gain my corruption? Will I lose you like I lost myself for all those years? How much of you must be traded for me to experience this pinnacle of connection?” Night’s words flooded from his mouth, crying longer than Killer had ever seen, all for his sake. “Every single thing others can have, I must first pay a cost. To just exist without punishment cost my life, my home, my family! And even then, I did not escape punishment, I merely gained the ability to fight back!”

“Nightlight…look at me.” And he listened. Killer tapped his teeth to his.

“Killer…” Nightmare tapped back, kissing him deeply with wet cheeks. The tension of the room could be cut with a spoon, Killer could feel it in the line of Night’s back, and he knew how to work that out. When they broke apart, Killer didn’t move back an inch.

“Remember when you confessed?” His voice rough and heavy against Night’s teeth, Killer’s eyes went half lidded. “You looked so shocked, like you couldn’t believe it.”

“I still don’t.” Nightmare’s voice dropped low, shaky but wanting.

“Moon, are you happy, being with me?” Night’s tentacles clutched him tight, Nightmare pressing up tight to him with another kiss, their faces still millimeters apart.

“Of course. Idiot...” His eye glared at the bookshelves on the wall, expression serious and hesitant. Killer chuckled softly at the expression. He wiped his god’s tears away.

“You could.”

Killer crushed Night up against him, the smaller’s hands fisting in the loose blue hoodie in their passion. Kissing Nightmare always got his motor running. His dark tentacles sought out every surface to lavish attention on Killer’s body, three times the stimulation of any other partner and a hell of a lot more interesting.

Night reached out slowly for Killer’s soul, always within reach but rarely so bright, tapped the surface with a wistful smile. Killer felt the weight of his words resonate across his being.

“Promise I won’t lose you?” Killer grinned widely.

“Promise.” The tenseness dropped from Night’s back, arms slung around Killer’s shoulders with a more confident smile.

“Then take me Killer.”

Full Story here!

I think I’m doing a Cream/Killermare comparison. And I 0% want to hate on Cream, but I think someone who’s power is innately positive might not be as self aware on how their power can be inherently detrimental to their partner, and I don’t think Cross would think of the repercussions either.

#killermare #unfinished #story time

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