A Generic Sanscest one shots!

villainousbeats

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Contains: fluff, nightmare x beats sans [I had no clue this ship existed and I've found myself starting to adore it more that i imagine cute little scenarios] also nightmare says one singular swear word: @ssssss

Nightmare hummed, looking around at the destruction that ripped through this au, the trees torn out from their roots, the snow bloodied, nobody died this time, of course, just massive injuries all around. The stars had to retreat due to swap getting injured badly and not being able to fight.  It was always silly how ink thought they could just make swap keep fighting. Wasn't this the 3rd one already? Oh, how reckless. He looked around at the others, telling them to go home now and heal up.
      "Aren't you coming too?" Killer questioned, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "you have an arrow still sticking out your back-" the hand moved down to pull the arrow out of his boss's back.
  Nightmare just gave a light shove, not wanting to be touched. "No, I have important business to attend to, now go and make sure to treat horror, I know his head injury is always irritated after these fights." As soon as killer left, he started making his way to his destination.
   He landed into a familiar au, his tentacles subtly wagging as he trudged through the snow, stopping Infront of a house. He knocked on the door, stepping back and waiting for them to answer; after all, it'd be very impolite to just go in without invitation. He's not a barbarian after all.
  The door opened, the familiar scent of pumpkin pie..or well, probably the ingredients, wafted through the air. Nightmare wasn't much for sweets, but he does recognize it smells nice. A familiar face greeted him, allowing him inside.
       Beats and nightmare had first met under odd circumstances. The au was under siege.. nonetheless it has progressed since then. They are more than friendly at this point. Nightmare knew that there was some sort of song coming from his soul, especially since beats could hear it. Although he had always envisioned it being.. villainously classical music of sorts. That was not the case.
   They had always struggled with talking to others, especially when it came to conflicts, but describing stuff was such a pain. Nightmare's song was like a nostalgic yet melancholic lullaby on a music box, it always put beats into a sleepy mood, but it was calming. Usually people are supposed to be energized around their crushes, but that wasn't how it worked for beats. Although it was a crush either way, nightmare being around just made it a little more bearable in this noisy, wretched world.
"Are you making pie?" It was just a simple question, the only answer being yes since..well.. it's obvious.
    Beats nodded, offering that nightmare could help if he liked and nightmare agreed. They were now both in the kitchen, nightmare's tentacles tied up with a ribbon and an apron slipped over his clothes. He rolled up his sleeves, looking at the ingredients. He didn't know how to cook well, he knew basics of course but nightmare.. personally didn't eat- unless the flavor was bitter he didn't eat much food or drinks.
    While beats combined the ingredients into the bowl nightmare worked on the pie crust, both of them rambling on about their days. Apparently beats had been signaled out by ink to join, which had made him quite upset. "He really should learn to mind his business and stay out of other people's personal lives." Nightmare huffed, setting the crust into the tin, "it's really none of his business. Especially if he's asking questions to you about me."
Beats nodded, stirring the mixture. "Yeah..it- I think..he was trying to spy on you..I um... I'd- I'd never want him to do that.. everyone deserves privacy.." nightmare concurred, spooning the mixture into the pie crust.
     "Do you think it's ready to go into the oven? Also..if he messes with you anymore just call me, I'll kill his ass eventually, rip him limb from limb like a plastic doll." Beats personally didn't want anyone to die, although.. it's not like he'd stop nightmare.
   Once the pie was set into the oven and left to bake on the timer, the two sat down together on the couch. Nightmare was currently focused on a horror movie, beats laying his head on nightmare's shoulder. The contrasting melodies of the melancholic music box lullaby was actually quite nice. It had a bunch of duality in it. One of the melodies was more expressed and louder, the other was fainter, but yet not inaudible. In a way, it was like telling a story. A story of what? He didn't quite know. The two melodies could be great on their own as well, but it was like two hearts that beat as one when paired together, it felt more complete in a way.
     Nightmare gave a side glance at beats, loosely resting a tentacle around his back. Passive laid sprawled over the top of the couch, arms wrapped around beat's arms. He didn't know too much, he just knew nightmare liked him enough to not hurt him. Wherever nightmare went, the other nightmare followed. After all..where else would the second melody be coming from? He trusted nightmare not to drive anyone else they care about away. He didn't get to interact with beats but he was still attached all the same.
         The familiar sound of the timer startled beats. He jolted up, going to go and get the pie out of the oven so it wouldn't end up burnt to a crisp, that'd be awful. Nightmare paused the horror movie, going to help beats if he needed any assistance. The pie was nice, no burns and the filling was the right consistency, not too watery or anything like that. Technically he only did the pie crust and put the filling into the pie crust- but it did turn out pretty good.
  He zoned out a bit as he watched beats take a slice, just a little taste test. This would be the man he was going to marry, well marrying would be a long while away however, nightmare would be honored to marry beats one day.

The end, I hope you liked it!

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