Hopelesly devoted to you (Crossmare)

Fresh fallen

A/N 

Hiiiii hello everyone, so I basically dissapeared, I know, and I am so very sorry about that. Life just decided to happen and I am a college student so there's that also. But to make it up to you, I have not one but 2 chapters for you! You'll see that a new chapter titled 'startled stars' has appeared between 'testing the toastie' and 'dressing down'. It's to make up for leaving you without anything for half a year. I do suggest you go and read that one first. Again I am so sorry, I will be trying to update more but I can't promise anything besides not dissapearing for half a year again, I hope y'all enjoy!

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The king had moved inside, too dizzy from all the joy happening around him to the point he looked paler than the snow. Cross had followed not much later with wet flops as his clothing were wet from all the snow that got dumped on them by Killer. He was still happy but tried to hide it when he saw the god lean against the wall as he put a hand to his forehead. "Your grace?"

Nightmare looked up at him, almost instantly fixing his posture to appear taller. "It's nothing, just a headache from all those disgusting joyous feelings." Cross gave a small nod, not entirely convinced but knowing there'd be nothing he could say that would change the king's mind.

Before he could go on to his room, Cross got stopped by a tentacle. Confused, he shot the king a glance who still looked less than pleased. "You're dripping all over my carpet." Cross looked down at the floor and saw that he indeed was dripping all over the hallway carpet. "Oh, my apologies your grace-" Nightmare waved it away with a hand, the tentacle wrapping around his waist. "Don't fret, I'll just morph us to your room." Cross stared up at him. "Wait wha-"

A cold sensation ran down his spine as he and Nightmare sank into the shadows, traveling up walls and through ceilings. It lasted maybe a couple of seconds but it was enough to make him feel nauseous. When they finally reappeared they were in his room, Nightmare standing there like nothing had happened while he tried to bite back a gag and remain composed. "Thank you, your grace." He half wheezed as he held his stomach.

His miserableness made the god grin, looking better than earlier. "It's not that bad, get over it." Cross gave a small groan, clutching his stomach. "I don't know how you do that daily, your grace." He covered his mouth, making a beeline for his bathroom. Nightmare cackled as he retched most of his breakfast into his toilet, a tentacle reaching out to hold his wet hair back.

"I did not think your stomach so weak, captain. Sensitive much?" Cross only groaned in response, wiping his mouth. "How does it keep getting worse?" Nightmare hummed as Cross slowly got up. "Because you're a wuss, dear captain. Now i'll give you an hour or two to get yourself together and rested, you're no use to me sick. After that go to my office. There's lots to be done in preparation for the Festes." Cross nodded slightly and slowly tugged his wet turtleneck off over his head, shivering as the cold air of his room hit his bare chest.

Nightmare had gone unusually quiet so Cross glanced at him. The god was staring openmouthed at him, looking a little scandalised. Cross blinked. "Your grace? Are you sure you're quite alright?"

Nightmare snapped out of it, clearing his throat. "Y-yes, i'm just going to go now-" He walked backwards right into Cross's wardrobe before morphing into the shadows and disappearing. Cross gave a slight snort. "Uhuh, quite alright." He snickered, taking the last of his wet clothes off and hanging them up to dry. After that he made his way to the shower, shivering still. 'A nice hot shower will work wonders' he thought as he entered his shower, turning it on.

. . .

After a quick shower and a power nap Cross did feel better than he had shivering in his wet clothes. With a little pep in his step he made his way to the king's office. Already a line of heads of departments had formed outside the office, a line which he gladly skipped, bowing respectfully to all who stood in it. He was happy to receive bows back as he knocked on the doors of the office and entered when the king gave him approval to do so.