#kcrmday

I read today that love is when you like to endure someone, and the moment I saw this I knew it was about Nightmare—

Stay the Night

Practice. That’s all it was. The pair was drawn together by their mutual interest in the twins and their dismay at how unreachable they seemed. Regal, confident monsters, practically glowing with the amount of power held within those bones. Their fleeting interest quickly developed into an obsession as they entertained the thought for longer and longer.

When Cross approached Killer with a borderline adorable request to teach him how to court the twins, he couldn’t refuse. Simple compliments turned to flirting turned into…

“Killer-!” Cross’s surprised shout was abruptly cut off as a tongue plunged into his mouth. He struggled to pull away, only to fall silent under Killer’s confident, haughty expression.

“Didn’t you want me to be Nightmare?” Killer’s typical playful smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. “You know he won’t go easy on you.”

Cross quickly looked away, not wanting to be reminded that it was Killer he was kissing and not their boss. “I know…it was just surprising.” It had been growing harder and harder to stay in his mindset lately. He stopped seeing Nightmare and instead saw Killer. Stupid, goofy, ridiculously handsome, Killer. He knew it was wrong. They were interested in the twins, not each other. It’s dumb to catch feelings. It was just practice.

“Cross?” Killer expectantly prodded him as he fell silent, causing Cross to snap out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” The soldier looked at his friend quizzically, causing the black-eyed skeleton to roll his eyes.

“I asked if you wanted another kiss.” Killer repeated. He drummed his fingers on top of his kneecaps as he talked to Cross.

“I…think I’m done for tonight.” Cross slid out of bed and adjusted his clothes, quickly becoming the tense, serious soldier again. “Thanks for the practice.” He strode swiftly towards the door.

“Hey, how come you never stay in here?” Killer’s question made Cross stop in his tracks. He knew the answer. The scene could only last so long. If they woke up with their arms around each other, they could hardly see each other as friends anymore. But recently, their relationship seems to have changed anyway.

“I just prefer my room.” Cross responded stiffly, knowing that was far from the truth. He never liked being alone and Killer’s room always felt warm and welcoming.

“Well if you head back there, you’re going to wake up Dustbin with how loud you can be. It’s late and you know he gets twitchy when he’s woken up.” It was a lame excuse, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to wake up in each other’s arms.

“…alright. I’ll stay here for the night.” Cross sighed in defeat and trudged back to the bed, still avoiding Killer’s gaze.

“Come on, we can cuddle.” Killer snickered quietly and slipped under the sheets before holding out his arms. “No homo.” He joked.

Cross finally let out a breathless laugh, a wide smile cracking on his face. “Everything about you is gay, Killer. I don’t think you can say that.” He shrugged off his already loosened jacket and climbed into the bed as well. It felt oddly good to sink into Killer’s arms.

“Maybe so, but I’ll say it just for you.” Killer smiled at him before pulling the soldier closer to his body.

Just for you. Something about those words made Cross’s face heat up. Killer made him feel so loved and protected. He was still unbelievably attracted to the two deities, but maybe he could make room in his soul for a third.

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Mostly Kross focused, with some mentions of the twins. I’m honestly in love with the idea of them being fuck-buddies that evolved into a relationship. Not to mention Cross needs serious help with his seducing skills. Poor guy is clueless.

The:

KillerCreamMare!Day

By @atosofficial !!!

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Ever since Killer and Cross spent the night together, the typically dark castle had shifted into a positive light. All the inhabitants seemed to joke and smile easier. On one hand, it improved morale and allowed the group to become more efficient with missions. On the other, it made Nightmare unbelievably pissy.

A wave of lust betrayed the actions of another pair. The positivity made the tentacles on Nightmare’s back curl closer to his body as he tensed uncomfortably. A sudden crack drew his focus back to the desk before him. A broken pen now lay in his grip, the ink spilling and mixing with the existing substance covering his hand. This new relationship was becoming a bigger problem every day.

Nightmare tossed the remains of his pen into the trash and stood. He would have to find some cleaning supplies for his desk. Knowing this castle of heathens, he would find them in the most inconvenient spot possible.

The king was snapped out of his thoughts once again by a familiar pattern of knocks coming from the door. “Brother?” Dream’s melodious voice came out muffled through the door. “Are you alright in there? I sensed you were upset about something.” After a pause, the door opened and Dream poked his head into the office. The guardian blinked in surprise as he saw the mess and he quickly rushed over. “Oh gosh, are you alright? Do you need help cleaning this up-“

Dream was cut off by Nightmare patiently holding his hand up in a request for silence. “I am fine.” He stated calmly. “And yes, help would be wonderful.” He sighed tiredly, his gaze turning to everything except his concerned brother. “This was so unlike me.” He muttered after a moment. “Ever since Killer and Cross finally talked it’s been…unsufferable.” He finally turned to look at the now sympathetic Dream.

“It has to be hard having this much positivity around you.” Dream reached forward and rested his hand on Nightmare’s. The unnatural warmth of his bones revealed that he was hiding the majority of his aura- likely for Nightmare’s sake. “But they do deserve to be happy.” A non-committal sound left Nightmare and Dream’s soft expression morphed into something more playful. “You know…I’ve heard them say our names before- like in bed. I know you can feel how much of their love is directed towards us.”

Now that caught Nightmare off guard. A bright cyan lit up his cheeks and his eye widened minutely. He never considered that. He was too focused on the annoyance of the positivity that he failed to realize its direction. As a new wave came, he quickly sorted through the different emotions to find a mutual attraction in the twins.

“Now you feel it.” A hand brushed against his arm almost teasingly and Dream stepped into view once again. The guardian gazed at his brother with a far too innocent look for his intentions. “Sooo…what do you say we clean you up and then entertain their feelings?”

(sorry for tagging)

I know KCRMday has already passed but I missed posting this drawing so... here it is:

KillerCreamMare for you…