Crossmare one- shot

Snow On My Cold Heart

First One-shot back fuckers! I've decided why not celebrate a very important date, AKA Nightmare and Dream's birthday! I love these two dummies (Especially Nightmare, seeing as he was the whole reason I joined this fandom, honestly). But anyways Happy Birthday to those adorable fuckers! Sorry for the late chapter for this I was on vacation and I never finished writing it before I left. 

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The snow had freshly fallen from the now clear blue sky, for the past few days there had been nothing but snow falling from the sky in huge chunks. But this morning was just a bit different for it seems that on this regular Friday morning, the snow had decided not to fall on the dark gloomy realm that Nightmare and his subordinates resigned on. There was a good 10 inches of snow on the ground from the previous snow days. A warm fire was slowly roasting in the castle's library near Nightmares chambers. The library smelt like a warm fire, dusty books, and hot coffee. This was the best way to start a Friday morning with nothing better to do. He had given his subordinates the day off after they had been more chaotic in the past few days due to the snow that fell over the AU those past few days. And all of them had run off to do their own thing. All except Nightmare who seemed to prefer being inside the grand library that he owned completely to himself. 

He never felt safer than his library which was filled to the brim with classic literature and historical novels. In here he could be himself and hide from the preying eyes that seemed to follow him like dead souls in the making. Nightmare was sitting in a dark wood chair as he sat near the open fire with a classic novel in his hands. On the rare occasion when he found himself too invested in his book, he would completely forget the coffee that sat on top of a tiny wooden side table. It began to grow cold as time flew by and when his subconsciousness seemed to recall the drink nearby he would take a sip only to find it cold once more. 

What only felt like 10 minutes was truly 2 hours of him reading an entire book from front to back. It only made him want more though, so once again the search for a new book began. This is how Nightmare preferred to spend his Friday afternoon. Until he heard a knock at the door and a muffled voice behind the door. 

"Boss?" 

He could recognise any of those idiots' voices whether it was a scream, sneeze, or a yawn. He had spent the last four years with them and over those years it seemed he picked up on all their little habits. So the moment he heard the voice behind the door he immediately could tell it was none other than Horror. 

"Come in" 

His voice was dark and raspy, something that fits his description very well if not bring up appearances. Horror slowly opened the door and peaked his head inside Nightmare didn't have to look up in his direction to tell he was nervous to come inside the library. He couldn't blame him either, Nightmare rarely allowed anyone inside of his precious library. The others would joke that if anything were to happen Nightmare would sacrifice his own life just for those books. So for Nightmare to allow Horror to come inside was a true shocker.  Horror walked inside as he held a tray that was mostly covered with a large silver cover on top. 

"I brought your lunch, Boss"

He uncovered the tray showing a plate of steak and one spoonful of mashed potatoes, Nightmare had always preferred to eat a bigger meal for lunch rather than during breakfast or dinner.  No one knew why, but no one dared question him. As long as their boss ate some sort of meal whatever time of the day made them happy. Nightmare would go hours maybe even days without any substances other than coffee if it wasn't for his subordinates. That's why Horror was in charge of making sure his Boss ate at least one good meal a day, he would prefer if he ate three good meals a day. But having at least one good meal a day was a win in his book as well. It wasn't even the fact that Nightmare didn't wanna eat, but the fact that he was such a workaholic that he would forget to eat. They were certain if Horror hadn't spent so much time in the kitchen, Nightmare would have forgotten it existed.