The book o' random Oneshots

Silly Dreams Drabble

Based off of a dream that I had??? So if it's confusing or has massive plot holes, that's why!

Anyway Killer and NM are vampires and Cross is a happy little mortal that used to work as a hired kill for them... Things got scary and they basically told Cross to run and never look back. Cross only agreed on the condition that they would find him once they were safe, and never leave him again... NM told him he better lead a safe and happy life while they're apart... So, he did.

Enjoy!
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When Cross opens the door, the second to last thing he expects to see is Killer looking up at him. It sets his soul fluttering before either of them can get a word out. He almost reaches out to crush him in a hug, but a harsh cough draws attention to the figure in his arms. Now there's the last thing he expected.

"Night?" Cross asks, concerned.

He doesn't respond, only coughs more. Killer pulls the cloak further over his face, so that he doesn't jostle it off with his coughing. Then he asks, looking around nervously, "May we come in?"

Right! It's day. Cross is suddenly stuck with the realization that things must be serious, if they've come to him in the day... Cross steps aside, quickly answering, "of course. My door is forever open to you both... It never closed."

Killer flushes warmly, stepping inside. Cross can see how he relaxes when he does. He pulls down his hood when Cross closes the door. His stark white bones are as beautiful as ever, eyelights full silver rings as he looks up at Cross, hatred falling down his cheekbones and jaw to stain his neck. He's beautiful, like always. He doesn't let himself get carried away in the sight of him, or the nagging temptations to press into his space and kiss him like he's never been kissed.

Cross pays attention. "Night, is there something wrong with him?"

"No," Nightmare croaks. He sounds... bad. "Killer I told you not to bring me here— I ordered you—" his already sore voice is interrupted by furious coughing, and he clings to Killer tighter, like it hurts.

Cross leans close and murmurs, "you're already here. I swore if you ever came back to me I'd never leave your side again... Both of you. You promised me that right. It's too late to back out." He thinks he hears Nightmare sob, at that proclamation.

Killer sighs, his expression holds all the love, fear, and sorrow in the world as he looks down at Night's trembling form in his arms. "He's... sick. Cross. It's bad." Killer looks up at him, and his expression speaks to how afraid he really is. It's clear he's never seen Nightmare this sick either.

"You look awfully tired yourself... allow me," Cross says, opening his arms.

Killer looks at him with the softest expression, and even as Nightmare curses at him, he helps to settle him safely in Cross' arms. Like this, Cross can slip off the hood of his cloak, and revel in his beauty. He isn't in the form most familiar to Cross, but he remembers this face too. Small and ivory, with the most beautiful plum eyelights. The tears on his cheeks aren't new either. He's seen it all before. He kisses it away all the same.

"Stars above, you're so... beautiful... I dreamt of having you in my arms again... every night you were gone..." Cross whispers, "I've been waiting."

"I didn't want to come back. I fucking told him not to... I no... No... I can't ruin this for you, you have a life... You're happy..."

"I was never complete without you. I'm only happy now that you're here."

"I won't bring danger to your door."

"If danger comes I'll fight for you like I never laid down my sword."

"No, no, I don't want you to—"