Various Oneshots

Undertale Kross wedding

Trigger warnings- none it's a wedding sweet cute cuddly fluff and romantic domestic life
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"Stars I feel like 'm gonna hurl." Dust paused looking up at Killer through the mirror. Killer seemed to be watching him with a nervous smile.

Horror who was watching from the side grabs the nearest trash can. Dust pulls back and lets the laces of Killer's dress fall.

"Not in the dress." Horror extends the trash can towards Killer, who laughs slightly pushing it away.

"I didn't mean really, I mean 'm so worried that he'll say no, something will be ruined and-" Killer cuts off his anxious worrying with a sob. He had gone from laughing to crying in a matter of seconds.

Horror sets the trash can down and pulls Killer to his feet and hugs him.
"Fuck- this is weak. 'm just so scared." Dust pats Killer's back before leaving the room swiftly.

Horror rubs Killer's back in big circles shushing him every now and then.
"It..'kay..." He quietly mumbles to Killer.

Horror was careful with his claws not wanting to hurt Killer or rip his dress. After a few moments the door opened once more, Dust came through Nightmare following closely behind Dust.

Nightmare walks over to Horror and Killer, Nightmare silently bowed his head to Killer dismissing him. Horror carefully pulled Killer off of him and handed him over to Nightmare.

Nightmare cradles Killer in his arms until the other was clammed once more. Once Killer's breathing is normal and he isn't crying.

Nightmare sets him in a chair. Before he sits down Nightmare grabbed the box of tissues that sat on the desk next to a bunch of used tissues used to clean up Killer's hate.

"Killer, will I have to ask or will you let me know willingly?" Nightmare asked taking a tissue from the box. He grabbed Killer's chin and wiped the overflowing hate.

"'M anxious..." Killer sighed trying to pull away from Nightmare's grip like every child did when being cleaned. Nightmare kept a firm grip cleaning the hate.

"I gathered that." Killer huffs crossing his arms pouting like a child. Once Nightmare was done he threw the tissue in the trash and set the box back on the dresser.

"'m anxious that something will go wrong or 'll fuck somethin' up I always do and-" Killer was cut off by Nightmare grabbing his hand cupping them in his own.

"While yes, you do cause issues quite often a lot of the time you choose to and I know for a fact you would not choose to ruin your wedding would you?"

Killer shrugs with a sigh. "I don't know, 'm crying like a baby right now.." He looks at the ground, it was much easier than Nightmare's fatherly gaze.
"Ther-"

"'m also anxious about Cross what if he says no, what if he doesn't really love me or-" Night sent out calming pulses of energy from his soul into Killer's relaxing the other almost immediately.

"Killer look at me."

"What ifs are a dangerous hole to fall into, what if the sky turned purple or what if the grass was blue-"

"That would be cool." Killer tries to joke, Nightmare knows he was trying to cheer himself up so he let it slip.

"Not the point, the point is you can not focus on what might happen you must focus on the now. Otherwise, you will miss the most important day of your life."

Killer lets out a noise that was a mix between a huff and a sigh. Nightmare was the guardian of negativity, didn't he understand how fear worked?

"I can't... 'm scared I.." Killer pulls his hands away from Nightmare and folds them in his lap.