Sans AU One-Shots

Nightmare❀ || princess' suitor.

Why is there only one flower by Nightmare's name? Because there's an actual story here with smut at the end - basically a normal one-shot with spice added for flavor. Whether you're here for only spice or only regular one-shots, you can get something out of this one lol (and that's my explanation for making this so damn long. I'm so sorry, I didn't intend for this to happen-)

Pairing: Prince! Nightmare Sans x Princess! Female Reader
Prompt: The princess has to find a suitable partner her parents' approve of who will one day take the throne with her, but pickings are slim when all her suitors want is to become king.
Type: long story with smut at the end
Length: 11.5k words
Background: Set in a modern/Victorian era hybrid where you're the princess of a human kingdom and he's the prince of a monster kingdom.
Notes: Requested by multiple people - y'all really wanna see King/Prince Nightmare lol - and it inspired me to make a mini series, so Dust and Killer are next. You take the place of each of the sisters for these one-shots, so note that the sisters' names are simply placeholders (since naming all of you Y/n makes no sense lmao). | This is my take on a corrupted Nightmare that was treated how Passive was all his life (aka he might seem kinda OOC but I was trying to make him act how he realistically would given the changes to his upbringing and the high society life he lives). 

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"Are you not planning to get out there?" My mother's cold whisper turned my body rigid, and I kept my gaze forward in an effort to avoid the snide look she sent out of the corner of her eye. Her smile never slipped – she was an expert at keeping up appearances, but that's why she was a great queen. From my seat next to her, I swore I never saw her charade crack once, and my father on her other side was just as, if not more, imposing. They held themselves like royalty, like the ground beneath their feet deserved to be worshiped because they'd once been there, and I was nothing more than an extension of their rule and royal bloodline. Of course they wished for sons but they got 3 daughters instead, so this ball we were currently hosting was in an effort to find me a suitable prince to marry.

I adjusted myself in my seat, crossing one leg over the other at the knee and placing my folded hands in my lap. "I recall you encouraging me to force them to come to me, that way you could weed out those unworthy of your throne." 'Encouraging' wasn't the right word – they didn't encourage me in any respect, least of all what they considered to be my duty. I'd been raised knowing my place in this world and what was expected from me, and my parents took every opportunity to hammer home just what they expected from the future Queen.

"If you spend every dance on your rear, I will be shocked if anyone takes interest in you at all." The Queen dabbed at the corner of her already spotless mouth with a napkin to hide the sharp downward curve of her lips and nasty hiss of her words.

The King sent me a scowl and I flinched. "Get out there, (Y/n)." I got to my feet, brushing my hands over the skirt of my dress to smooth it out and avoid the feeling of all eyes on me. The long stream of men that came up to our table to thank my parents for their invitation to the ball as well as see if they were suitable for my hand had been tiring, but while I'd temporarily found peace from the stream of men that only saw me as a means to an end – desiring either money, status, power, or a pretty woman on their arm – my parents had quickly grown discontent at my lack of action. It was impossible for me to want something so shallow like they did, regardless of who was instructing me to want it. But just like I always did, I threw on a beaming smile to make a round around the dance floor.

I stuck to the edge, watching the beautiful women and handsome men dance while the rest of the party watched on, and as soon as I couldn't feel my parents' cold gaze on my back, I relaxed. My reprieve was short-lived, however, as the next second, a suitor wearing a navy suit walked up to me with a charming smile.