Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 42•

All confidence from earlier fades when Nightmare steps into the closet, staring at you with a expression you can't place. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Oh god, his voice-

"U-Um... hi?" You try, grinning nervously. "I was just, uh, cleaning your closet?"

He steps forward, like a predator hunting its prey. Tension, as well as animalistic realization, fills the room, thick enough to be cut by a knife. "Cute, but you're going to have to do better than that, little one."

...Did he just call me 'cute'? Something foreign stirs in your SOUL, warm and light. "H-Heh. Cool nickname..."

"Oh?" The grin is back as his half-lidded sockets stare deep into your eyes. "Very well... little one."

A shiver runs down your spine as he advances further. You try to take a step back, but your wings hit the wall, half-extending upon contact with the dark wallpaper.

"Nowhere to go, nowhere to run," Nightmare chuckles. Something wraps around your wrist, and you suddenly become aware of the tentacles curling towards you. "It seems I've cornered you."

His voice, deep and velvety, is doing unimaginable things to you, and you unconsciously sink back. Nightmare takes the chance and shoves himself against you, so close that his clothed ribcage brushes your chest.

Dear lord-

You inhale sharply, SOUL pounding in your ears. "Night-"

His index phalange touches your lips, silencing you (anyone getting deja vu??). "Shh," his cyan eyelight expands, swollen with... affection? "I'm going to kiss you now, unless you have any objections, of course."

Caught off guard by his bluntness, you cough quietly, weighing your options.

...Do I want him to kiss me?

The answer is as easy as he is.

Yes.

Yes, you do.

Instead of answering, like he'd obviously expected, you reach up, grip the lapels of his jacket, and kiss him. He tastes just like black licorice, with heady undertones of expresso.

The reaction is instantaneous. Bony fingers shoot to your face and waist, the former tenderly cupping your cheek as he returns the kiss. Kising a skeleton is... different. Nightmare doesn't have lips, but you don't particularly care.

After a few endless seconds, you hesitantly separate.

"Wow... that was..."

"Amazing? Breathtaking? Best-kiss-of-your-life?" He offers with a self-satisfied smirk. "Shall I go on~?"

You laugh, albeit giddily. "You're such a dork, you know?"

"Heh," he leans down for another kiss, to which you happily reciprocate. "I don't know about you, but I'm your dork now, little one."

At this point, he already is. "Shut up and kiss me, you silly skele."

And he does. Many, many times.

(I see smut in your future, dear reader~)

***

After the 'closet incident', your relationship with Nightmare both complicated and simplified itself. Nothing was "official-official" yet, though it might as well have been.

Neither of you were going anywhere, after all.

In the passing weeks, you'd been allowed to re-move to your former bedroom, which brought feelings of joy and resignation, respectfully. It was around that time that everyone began laying off with their babying antics - a definite relief.

Even better, once all the bandages covering you were gone, you were given (mostly) free reign of the castle. Countless days passed before you gained a sense of direction in the massive, twisting building. It did get boring, after a while, seeing the same gothic walls every day.

So imagine your surprise when Killer barged into your room one morning, shouting that Nightmare "needed" you for something, subsequently learning the Star Sanses basically forced the goopy skeleton, and the other Bad Sanses, into attending their annual Halloween party.

You vaguely remembered hearing about such a party from Ink, and declining (so you could continue your duties). This time, however, you wanted to go, especially since "literally every Sans is coming!"

And so, you found yourself at Spirit Halloween with the other Bad Sanses, ready to shop for costumes.

"...we should split up... in groups," Horror offers, grinning giddily. "makes it easier..."

"Very well. (Y/n) will come with me and the rest of you will go with each other," Nightmare says, albeit smugly.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Whatever you say, boss."

Without so much as a peep, one of Nightmare's tentacles wraps around your wrist, practically dragging you into the store.

Killer coughs, muttering something under his breath. Dust cackles and Horror flushes aquamarine.

-What the-

"Come on, you're too slow," Nightmare tugs at your wrist, heading straight for the more... gothic section of the store.

"I'm coming, I'm coming-" you say, a bit incredulous.

"Not yet."

"-just give me a second-" You stop, face reddening. "What did you just say?!"

He chuckles, eyeing a particularly sexy catsuit costume. You cringe. "Nothing, little one."

"It's none of my business, but I think that'd really suit you," you gesture to the catsuit costume, giggling. Nightmare freezes, skull flushing a light teal.

"...That was terrible, you know."

"Yeah, but I think you liked it, tibia honest." You grin widely. Hilariously, Nightmare looks like he wants to melt into the floor.

"You're dead to me."

You know he's joking. "Yeah, whatever, buddy."

The search continues, winding throughout the whole store. After a bit, you see something: a norse Valkyrie costume. The costume was pretty cool, complete with a long white tunic, red cape, select body armor, and attachable ear-finials.

Tucking the costume under your arm, you turn to Nightmare, who seems to have migrated to the other end of the isle. Upon closer inspection, he's looking at the king costumes. "Hey, found anything?"

"Not yet," He glances at you, then the package under your arm. "You've been busy. What is it?"

I could tell him, but...

"It's a surprise," you laugh, making sure to hide the label from view.

Nightmare eyes you in amusement. "A surprise, you say? I'm looking forward to it, little one."

Something tells you he's going to be doing a lot more than just looking...

***

*smirks* Ooooo, you better watch out, Reader.

On another note, I'm pretty new to writing makeout/smexy scenes, so feel free to tell me if I make a mistake (i.e. rushed-ness, pacing issues, and/or general weirdness).