One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Get up

(sheesh guys, looks like a song inspired me again UwU. This is definitely a continuation of Sweet Melodies, sortof. Hope ya like it UwU. Oh, and btw, I finally got around to working on day ten of roommates UwU)

(I'm also doing a oneshot about Crescent, a KillMare Child UwU. I saw a picture and had an idea UwU)

Warm sunlight poured in through the window, heating Cross's bones and filling him with contentment. He pulled Nightmare closer, nuzzling the other's back and humming. "Mornin', love.." Nightmare shifted, murmuring in response, and Cross chuckled. He pressed a lingering kiss against his husband's skull and pulled away.

Nightmare woke up at the loss of warmth, yawning as he moved to sit up. He rubbed a hand on his face, squinting at Cross's retreating form. He scowled sleepily and snatched up the other with his tendrils, yanking him back to bed. Cross yelped as he was jerked away from the bathroom door and onto the bed. Nightmare's arms slithered over his shoulders, distracting Cross immensely from his previous task. All thoughts of showering flew out the window as soon as Nightmare kissed him.

Nightmare eventually stopped his affectionate attack, snickering at the dazed and flustered expression on Cross's face. "Wanna join me in the shower?" Cross flushed brighter.

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Cross and Nightmare left feeling refreshed and clean. They'd filled the tub with hot water and cuddled until it was cold. Then they'd actually bathed. Nightmare shook his tendrils a bit, trying to 'wake' them up, before he stretched them out and started gathering different things. Eggs, sausage, pans, chorizo, etc. Cross watched in slight awe for a few seconds, and then Nightmare snapped his fingers, an amused smirk on his face. Ah, right. It was Cross's turn to wake everyone. He gave a playful salute, and strolled away.

First was Horror. The bloody monster had insisted that his room were the closest to the kitchen. Nightmare didn't have it in him to refuse and gave the taller what he'd wanted. Horror's door was a mess of scratches and chips from his axe and his chewing. There had been a time when Killer had- Cross slowed, his sockets shutting tightly.

Killer used to throw knives at everyone's doors. He'd throw knives at them randomly, missing on purpose just to startle them, and apologizing profusely whenever he hit them. Cross hadn't seen the stabby skeleton in months, hadn't been able to speak to him or check up on him. Killer hadn't left his room in a year, and Dust would sometimes mention hearing him cryinig. After Dream...

Killer was so badly damaged. He'd never loved anyone so fiercely, and he'd never been hurt so irreversibly. Nightmare had been hurt, too. He'd mourned, he'd drank, and he'd cried. That was the lowest Cross had ever seen him. Only, Nightmare had healed. He'd healed and moved on, even if it still stung to think about. But Killer was, well, killing himself over it. He couldn't function without his little bundle of positivity. Killer could die from the heartbreak, and it was terrifying for Cross to think about.

"Cross?" He blinked. Dust stood in front of him, a brow raised. "What are you doing?" Cross blinked again, before blushing and stammering out that he was going to wake everyone. Dust snorted, "I don't think you can do that while standing in one place." Cross laughed awkwardly, giving the other finger guns. Dust cackled, striding past the monochrome and leaving him to scream internally. He took a few minutes to get himself back on track, and continued to Horror's room. He knocked loudly, stepping away before the door could open. Horror came out snarling, his axe in hand. The towering monster growled at him, making Cross twitch. "Uh, breakfast-" Horror snapped his teeth at him before sprinting away, towards the kitchem.

Cross relaxed, sighing as he continued further into the hallway. Next was Error, and his little artist that might be there. Cross hesitated before knocking. Less than a second later, the door swung open and two eyelights, on a red crosshair and the other a purple spiral, glared up at him. Error glitched into existence behind the artist, his usual scowl on his face. "What." Cross pointed over his shoulder, "Breakfast."