#Nightmare flavored soriel

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 23, Date Night

*passes over this part, which is covered in FuzzyNight glitter.* :3

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23(you are here)/34

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)

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Killer walked up to Mr. Night as he finished giving medication to the three-legged cat. Killer giggled as the kitty hissed and spat at Mr. Night before walking over to Killer and purring. “you should be nicer,” Killer scolded while petting the kitty. “mr. night is only doing that because you need the medicine.” Tri, the kitty, did not like the scolding but accepted it from Killer with a questioning ‘murr.’

“Killer, should you not be with the others?” Nightmare asked as he put the bottle of medicine away.

“i told lyra that i needed to tell you something important. i told her about how one of the chickens laid two eggs and how cool that was and how you should know,” Killer explained.

“Well, now I know,” Mr. Night replied as he picked up Killer with a tendril. The tendril moved Killer closer to Mr. Night, and Killer stretched his arms out to the goopy skeleton. As gently as his dad would, the dark skeleton took Killer into his arms, and Killer snuggled against him.

“but that wasn’t what i really wanted to say to you,” Killer continued, “that was just the excuse i used to ask you something very, very important.”

“Oh, I see, very crafty of you,” Nightmare mused as he walked out of the cat feeding room.

“uh huh!” Killer puffed himself up, looking rather pleased with himself after that praise. “me and the others-”

“The others and I,” Nightmare gently corrected.

“the others and i decided we wanna thank ms. lyra for helping you and being so nice to us. none of us know what having a mommy is like, and i think, if i had a mom, she is what i’d want that mommy to be like,” Killer explained.

Mr. Night paused and looked at the floor in silence for a moment. He then looked up as if looking at someone on the ceiling while muttering, “Give me strength.” Then, after that, Mr. Night looked at Killer. “That… sounds very nice, you wanting to thank her for helping.”

“and being like a mommy!” Killer announced happily.

“Ah… yes, how could I forget that part,” Mr. Night mumbled.

“you’re silly, mr. night!” Killer giggled.

“Between the two of us, I do believe you are the silliest,” Mr. Night said while poking Killer’s cheekbone. That made Killer giggle and squirm in the arm Mr. Night was holding him in. “Now that has been clarified, what were you four thinking of doing?”

“oh! we wanna have a picnic, with flowers, and, and, and games! oh, and pie! and we want her to just relax and play with us and… and… give hugs, and we wanna make her cards,” Killer said the last parts quietly.

“Hmmm, except for the relaxing part, does she not do most of that already?” Nightmare asked.

“yeah, but she’s the one who does eeeeeeeeeverythiiiiiing for that. we wanna do it so she can have a day off, but we’re too small to do all of it and were wondering if you could help,” Killer said, finishing his reason for coming to Mr. Night.

“I suppose that will work. And what day were you four thinking of doing this?” Mr. Night asked.

“mother’s day!” 

“Oh…”

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Oh, indeed…

Nightmare worried that such a celebration on Mother’s Day would drudge up bad memories for the guardian. It would also encourage his feelings of having a new family. Just as he felt that pang of longing when Killer first announced Lyra was like a mother to him. But that is beside the point. The focus was on Lyra, and he was about to convince the boys to choose a different day. But he then considered it a chance for her to make new memories. Albeit… with four hooligans that Lyra would not want to be the mother of. 

Although, if that were true, she was showing the opposite.

She was always eager to care for the boys and their pets. It was sweet watching them interact with each other. Every morning was so soul-warming as he watched them happily greet her for the day. Even Dust was starting to warm to her and was not always clinging to Nightmare. They all excitedly go to her after she returns from tending to her duties as a guardian, begging her to tell them how things were outside their home. 

She truly was being motherly to them.

So, if she is filling the role, he might as well help the boys celebrate her on a day meant for beings like her.

He helped them, one-on-one, during moments when she was busy or away to make their cards and start preparation for Mother’s Day. For the most part, there was no evidence for her to suspect something was going on. But, on the rare occasion, the Guardian of Balance would notice something. “Killer, how did you get this glitter all over your hands?” “Cross? Where are you going with that stack of blankets?” “Horror, is that flour on your shirt?” “Dust? Oh, there you are… Please do not wander off without telling me.”

Nightmare should have known he could not have hidden everything from a momster. Still, he luckily was around to save the boys from interrogation each time. “Ah, we were considering an art project, but he quickly reminded me how that stuff gets all over everything. I guess I failed to wash all the glitter off.” “Ah! Thank you for getting those for me, Cross. These were used last for the nest during the boys' movie night and should be washed.” “I do believe that is my fault. He was nearby when I spilled that flour while looking in the cupboard.” “Ah, sorry, Lyra, I am equally to blame. He followed me to my office after I got my drink. I should have sent him back. But… well…”

That last one resulted in some light-hearted teasing from her at how soft he was with the boys. It was embarrassing, but he would admit it was true.

It took careful planning on the days leading up to Mother’s Day. The tendency for immortals to lose track of time helped him, as Lyra was not carefully watching a calendar like Nightmare was with the boys. Finally, the night before arrived. The boys assigned him one task: make sure she sleeps so she is rested for tomorrow and in place for a surprise breakfast in bed. 

Nightmare let her get the boys ready for bed, which will be her last bit of work before relaxation begins. While she was away, he cleaned up the toys and mess in the entertainment room and set out some candles while turning off the lights.

While he was not an avid movie watcher, he did enjoy the few he has watched. Especially if he read the book first. Sure, the movies were often different, but as long as they held to the spirit of the book, he honestly didn’t mind that much. Nightmare might grumble a little when scenes he enjoyed in the book did not show up or were not portrayed accurately enough to his liking. But, in the end, he acknowledged it was a movie and had limits to how much and what it could show.

The mind will always be the greatest movie theater.

All that aside. Shortly after starting their… relationship, Lyra and Nightmare formed a sort of “book club.” It was mostly them taking turns reading aloud a book together. He discovered that one they particularly enjoyed for its wit and humor had been made into a movie. They had picked the book since it was set in a “fantasy” setting in the time period he preferred, and it was a romance. It is not precisely Nightmare’s favorite genre, but this was enjoyable with the action and parts of revenge, war, and trickery. With the boys in bed and it being the night before celebrating Mother’s Day, well… might as well have a date night. Once the movie is done, he will have Lyra go to bed.

“NightStar?” he heard her say, and he looked over at her. 

She looked around the room and smiled while placing her hands on her hips. “I thought you said you had a lot of work to do,” she said.

“I did,” He chuckled as he lit the last candle. “It was a lot of work setting this room up for something other than child care.”

“I was going to help you with all that paperwork you claimed to have from the latest alliance,” she argued. “Will this momentary distraction mean we will have more work during the next few days?”

“I may have exaggerated how much I had to do in order to secretly plan tonight,” And tomorrow, but she didn’t need to know that part yet. Instead, he walked over to her and held out his hand. “M’lady, if you would join me?”

“How could I say no?” She asked while extending her hand and letting him take it.

Which he did. While taking her hand, he bowed to her slightly and lightly placed his teeth on the back of her hand, against the white fur, in a skeletal kiss. He then looked up at her with a grin as he saw the hint of pink appearing on her face where her fur was the thinnest, such as around her nose. However, he could feel the warmth on his own face, telling him he was blushing as well—not that he cared at the moment.

With that, he stood straight and guided her to the sofa. “Sit, and re-,” he started. The sound of flatulence filled the room as she sat, and both were startled by it. The silence that shock caused was broken when Nightmare sighed, and Lyra burst into hysterical laughter as she fished the whoopee cushion out from under herself. “I would ask you not to laugh since that would only encourage them, but they are not here to witness. I must have missed that one while cleaning up.”

“Indeed,” She wheezed as she tossed it onto the stand beside her. But she continued snickering, and Nightmare could not help but find that… endearing in a way.

“You truly found that so funny? Typical Toriel behavior. You may act mature, but deep down, you enjoy childish things,” He teased.

“Oh hush, you old fuddy-duddy,” Lyra taunted with a grin.

Nightmare mock gasped, placing his hand over where his soul was and acting offended, “Me, old?”

“Honestly, Nightmare. That is the part that offended you the most?” Lyra teased.

“Naturally! The notion that I am old when we are both immortals is insulting,” He said while turning his head to look away to feign indignation.

“Well, if you act the part,” She chuckled.

“Fine, then. If I am old, I will act as the grandparent and spoil the four with sweets and whatever they wish. Then, once they are a rowdy and unmanageable lot, I will pack them back over to you to tend,” he replied with a grin.

It was Lyra’s turn to mock gasp, though hers was in faux fear, “How devious! I take it back. You are still youthful! But a fuddy-duddy all the same.”

“I suppose that will do,” he said, rolling his eyelight. He then smiled at her, turning their focus back to the matter at hand. “Though, I think that banter will be a good segway for the movie we will be watching tonight.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head.

“Romance and humor… though this also has sword fighting, drama, and action,” he said while putting the movie in the DVD player. He won't claim to be great at using the player and TV, but he was proficient enough to complete the task.

They sat together, holding hands, as they watched the movie about Princess Buttercup and her true love, Wesley.

It was nice… especially when the movie ended and she gave him a kiss on the cheekbone. He then followed up with a kiss on her nose, which then turned into a true kiss… one that he hoped she enjoyed as much as he did. 

This was still all so awkward and new to him. Yet, feeling her lips on his teeth, their magic meeting with the physical contact, and the love they shared for each other being accepted and reciprocated was almost intoxicating to him. The fact that she seemed happy enough to keep this kiss going told him that she was enjoying it enough not to stop anytime soon. However, the sad fact of life is that all good things must eventually come to an end. If the boys were going to wake her up with a surprise breakfast in bed, then she needed to be in bed and sleeping.

“Lyra,” He said, finally pulling away, “as much as I am enjoying this. One of us should sleep while we have a chance. I will tend to everything else tonight and in the morning. It is your turn to rest.”

“Is it? I thought it was your turn,” She said with a frown.

Nightmare shook his head, “No, I rested last. Remember, we both had a chance to sleep last week, and I was the last one to sleep. So, you need to go to bed, rest, and get ready for another busy day tomorrow.”

“Hmmm…,” She hummed as she coaxed one of his tendrils to curl around her hand and arm as she often does. “That may be true, but I am not sure I am tired yet. Or done being around you.”

“Ah, yes,” He felt flustered by that. He wasn’t truly done being around her and would love to wake up cuddled with her again. But, he reminded himself he had his standards to hold to. Rules of propriety that may be ignored by some, but keep him in a moral code that made him who he was and not like the other cruel Nightmares off in their own multiverses. It might not seem that important of a rule. Though breaking one purposefully, as that one time was an accident brought on by mutual exhaustion, will invite the idea of breaking others. 

“Well, as true as that may be, you should take this chance while you have it,” He said as he turned his attention to the TV. 

The menu screen for the movie was playing on repeat in the background; during the kissing, he blocked the noise out. Now that he could turn his mind to other things, he had to admit the repeated short song was starting to become annoying. When the screen turned black, it darkened the room further, though that never bothered him. Nightmare can see easily in the dar-

Nightmare clapped his hands over his mouth as he struggled to hold back the sound wanting to emit from his mouth. A sensation he had not fully felt in centuries nearly forced him to laugh. In shock, he looked at Lyra, who looked back at him with equal shock and slyness. The tendril that felt the tickling sensation was no longer being tickled but still squirmed in a failed attempt to flee her. But no luck; she was not about to let the limb go.

He watched as she turned her attention back to the tentacle. Her fingers started moving over the limb in an oddly delicate yet aggressive way. Lyra leaned closer as Nightmare again struggled to hold back laughter, “My, my, what is this? The King of Negativity is ticklish after all?”

He wanted to deny it, but he didn’t dare utter a sound for fear he would burst into laughter. A snort did escape, but he held strong. No, he would not give in to this.

“I warned you, did I not?” She said with a mischievous grin on her face.

And yes, she did warn him about testing her theory that he was ticklish, but that was about four months ago. It had slipped his mind completely.

“You are so quiet, not even a retort?” She teased. “But not a laugh, either.”

Behind him, the remaining tendrils curled tightly as if trying to hide from her tickling fingers. He needed to will them to act, to push her away. It was a struggle, as his main focus was on trying not to burst into laughter. Still, he started to get them to respond, but they could not reach her to push before she pounced.

Those deft fingers moved to each side of his body, aiming for the tender area under the arm. Nightmare made the most undignified of sounds as Lyra continued this childish assault on areas he long since thought were no longer ticklish. With that, he could no longer hold it back any longer. Laughter, unlike any laughter that has burst from him in centuries, poured forth. He struggled, mid-gasps for air, to beg her for mercy.

What shame he would feel… if this wasn’t her. Indeed, if he were to display such vulnerability and weakness, it might as well be to one who has been doing the same towards him. Spending every day together caused him to shed his wall of defensive pride when around her. Still, his tendrils finally obeyed and spared him as they worked together to push her away.

“And here I thought you said you were not ticklish,” Lyra taunted with a giggle as Nightmare leaned back against the sofa arm, catching his breath.

“To be fair,” Nightmare wheezed, “No one has dared to test that theory since I was a child.”

“I suppose that is true,” Lyra replied. “But now, you look more tired than I do. Perhaps you should be the one to sleep?”

He shot her a glare and then sat up. “Winded from that ridiculous display of frivolity you coaxed out of me, sure. Tired? No. It is your turn. Do not make me carry you off to bed like I do the boys.”

“Would you tuck me in?” She teased.

“You are an adult who has tucked in more beings than I ever have. I think you can manage,” He taunted in return.

“Not even a goodnight kiss, then?” Lyra said with a “sad” pout.

“You have already had a ‘goodnight kiss,’ multiple even,” He replied.

“Oh, have I?” She said while looking off at nothing as one does to recall a memory. “I am not sure I remember.”

Of course, she remembers. He sure hopes she did. Still, if she was going to play that game, he would give her a kiss she would not likely forget anytime soon. He leaned forward and drew her attention back to him as his hands moved to her face. Fingers moved through her soft fur and touched the skin beneath. Nightmare called on his magic, his love, and his emotions for her while he kissed her as if he were trying to smother her in affection. She gasped, shocked by this display from him, but then hummed contentedly back at him as she returned a kiss.

It now was a contest of wills to see who could pour out more love and affection for the other in this single display—one he was determined not to lose. Digging down deep, he pulled on his past emotions, converting them to magical energy that she could interpret but shared through a kiss. 

How they once were enemies, and at that time, he truly did despise her and how she interfered with his plans. And yet, even then, there was admiration for her doggedness to stop him and protect those weak mortals he had, at that time, no respect for. How his anger for her only increased when she seemed to disappear. When it was then Dream who was upsetting the balance. Then, the shock of how she stood up for him… Aided him and the boys, which sparked something in him. It was not love at that time, and it was more than admiration. It was the growing seed of an alliance. As time went on, he took that feeling and formed a bud of friendship. That bud grew and blossomed as they worked together for peace, and as she showed the same kindness to his boys he showed them. He… liked seeing her show off her motherly side to them. When most hate his boys and find him revolting, she showed nothing but kindness and friendship. And oh, how that confused him.

Nightmare had tried to push her away for her own good. But just as before, when they were enemies, she was too stubborn to leave. She shared her love for him with him, and he relented to that confirmation that he was not alone in those feelings. And now, here they were. This time together, tending the boys, drawing them closer and closer, deeper and deeper into love. And he was devoted to her. If he were her “NightStar,” guiding her on the ocean of life as the stars guided the sailors, then he would do his best to keep her safe and direct her back here, to her home.

And with that, she surrendered, pulling away and gasping. Hints of blush were now visible through her fur over her whole face. He won, and he grinned while watching her catch her breath. Sitting back, he let a little smugness change his grin. His tendrils flipped contentedly from side to side as a display of playful superiority. “Now who is looking tired, hmm?”

“You say that with such confidence, but your face is covered in that lovely teal blush,” She teased back. “But I give… my sweet Night… we will need to discuss this kiss another time, as… I think you,” She looked at him for a moment, and he started to frown, tilting his head. “We will discuss this ‘goodnight kiss’ another time. For now, I will go to bed. Good night, my love.”

“Good night, Lyra.”

And with that, she stood and left.

Discuss the kiss? What was there to discuss about it? Granted, it was their history displayed to her in his view through magic shared in a kiss, but… that is all there is to it. They both lived through that. Did they really need to talk about it?

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 17

Time for the kids to go to bed. (again... but this time in their room)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16)

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The bedrooms the boys usually slept in were close to his chambers but not right next door. They were in the same hall, just further down and clustered together. They chose them like mildly rebellious teenagers who wanted to strike out on their own while only moving a block away. With them currently being so small, Nightmare didn’t want them even that far away. Besides, their rooms were far too much of a mess as well. (Except for Cross’ room, but that is beside the point.)

No, Nightmare wanted these younger versions of his boys closer to his room and in a cleaner space. Also, with how clingy they were towards each other, they would be best all together in one room versus separated in four different ones like normal.

So he picked a room right next to his. While Lyra got them washed up for the night, he got the room ready for them. Their favorite blankets he did fetch from their rooms with pictures or other items each boy seemed fond of. They might not remember these objects, but if those items bring any amount of comfort, then the effort is worth it. As he was doing this, it was starting to hit him.

Obviously, he knew and understood what happened, but all this time, he had been reacting to the situation. He did ponder it before… but as he was setting up a room for them, the realness of this was sinking further in. He sat on a chair he set near the bed to read from as he needed a moment to settle the complex feelings within him.

This evening had been nice. They ate dinner together, played a board game, and enjoyed each other's company. But the fact is that his boys were different. As enjoyable as this afternoon and evening were, he wanted the adults back. He even missed the chaos of them. He would know they were alright if they were their true selves again. Additionally, they would know who he was and not be wondering why they couldn’t go home.

(Except for Dust, that one could use being raised by him. A far better option than his actual childhood.)

But even the adult Dust he sorely missed.

“Here we are!” Said Lyra as she guided the boys into the room. They were all dressed for bed and looking around with wide, bright sockets.

“wow! we get to sleep here?!” Killer asked as he looked up at Lyra.

“Yes, you do! It is the room Mr. Night chose for you to sleep in. Was that nice of him?” She asked.

“yes!” Cross replied as he then ran in and over to the bed. 

It was a tall bed, so Nightmare had put a step stool for the children to use. Cross, though, being the adventurous child he is, decided to disregard the stool and try climbing up on his own. The heavy emotions Nightmare had been feeling were replaced by amusement as he watched the child struggle to climb up to the top.

“Do you want help, Cross?” Nightmare asked.

“mm, nah… i got… it,” Cross huffed as he finally squirmed and pulled his way up.

“oh! I wanna try!” Killer said as he started climbing.

Horror used the step stool and then helped Dust up as well. They sat on the bed, watching Killer struggle his way up and join Cross in laying on his back and catching his breath.

Breath finally caught, Cross sat up and smiled at Nightmare, “thank you, mr. night!”

“what… he said,” Killer wheezed.

Horror and Dust also said their thank yous, though Dust’s was more mumbled than anything. He picked up one of the books Lyra had previously bought and opened it. The story was very… simple… so was the wording. He frowned for a moment and then looked at the Toriel in question. “This is really meant for children?”

“Well… yes,” She replied, looking confused.

“There is nothing here to challenge the mind,” He stated with a frown.

“They are getting ready for bed, not school. You can read something to offer a challenge in the morning. For now, a simple story, with a simple moral, is best for sleeping,” She explained, and Nightmare had to admit that made sense. Still, he had been reading far more advanced books when he was just a little older than them.

“i wanna be challenged!” Killer protested.

“what kind of challenge?” Cross asked as he sat up. “is it a test of strength?”

“or speed?” Killer asked.

“It is a test to see,” Lyra started, but Nightmare could see the nervousness in Dust’s eyelights.

“Not a test,” Nightmare said quickly to cut off. “Also, no challenges tonight. What Lyra was saying is right. You four need sleep.”

“but i don’t wanna,” Killer huffed.

“Well, if you do not sleep, then you will not be able to do anything fun tomorrow,” Nightmare stated flatly.

“what?! why not?!” Killer then demanded, sitting up, “that’s mean! why won’t you let me do anything fun tomorrow just for not sleeping?”

“It will not be me not letting you. It will be you being too tired to do anything fun,” Nightmare replied. He then mused and set the book aside. “I think I have the perfect story for the night. It is one that actually happened, and I was there to see.”

“Did it happen last week?” Killer asked.

“Longer than that,” Nightmare replied.

“Last month?” Cross then asked, wanting to join in this game.

“Longer,” Nightmare answered.

Horror was now curious and spoke up, “two years ago?”

“Still longer,” Nightmare replied.

“how old are you, mr. night?” Dust asked quietly.

“I am both very old and not at the same time,” Nightmare answered, “Now, will you let me tell my story?”

“how can you be very old and not very old?” Killer asked.

“are you like the boss monsters? they stop aging unless they have kids.” Horror asked.

“We are like that, yes,” Lyra replied. She then smiled at Nightmare. “I will go clean up and let you tell your story.”

She left the room, and he stood and readjusted the blankets. As Nightmare tucked them each in, he started his story. “Settle in, comfy cozy, as they say. Now, once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a tiny sun and a tiny moon. They were brothers, and they got along very well, sharing what they had and protecting a great planet that was their mother.”

Killer gasped quietly and whispered, “i love space!”

“shhh,” Replied Horror.

“Now the sun was always bright and happy, and all the mortals that lived on their mother were happy to see him. They were so glad to see him that one day, this tiny sun asked if he could stay up with his brother, the moon, all night long. The moon wasn’t sure if that was wise and asked the sun if he would still be able to warm the planet the next day if he did that. Too excited to think about the consequences, the sun assured the moon he could. That night, the sun played all night with the moon, and the moon had so much fun playing with his brother, the sun.

“Then the morning came, and the sun was so tired that he fell asleep. Worried for his brother, the moon tried to help, but his light wasn’t as strong as the sun’s. The mortals became cold, and that made them angry.”

“Moon!” Nightmare snapped in a more gruff voice. “Where is Sun? We need him, not you!”

The next voice he did was more youthful, and he felt odd hearing it. Still, he continued, as the children seemed happy, “I am sorry, cried Moon. I am trying my best, but my brother is tired and needs to sleep. I will help you the best I can.”

“It is your fault! You tricked him into being active at night when we need to sleep. Now, when we need his light and warmth, we are in the dark and cold! The mortals yelled at the small moon. They continued to insult and threaten the moon until he ran and hid. Soon, the sun woke, and he saw his brother was gone.”

“Sun! The mortal called, We have chased off the wicked moon who dared to steal your place.”

“This surprised the sun, and he then ran. The mortals yelled after the sun as they were left in darkness without Sun providing his light. They did not even have the tiny moon there to give his light. Still, that did not matter to Sun as he wanted to find his brother, Moon. So, he left the mortals in their darkness.

“He searched and searched, finding the small moon eventually by a stream of stardust. He apologized to the moon for breaking his promise and said that he would do his best to complete his duties so the mortals would never talk to him like that ever again.”

“did the moon forgive him?” Killer asked.

“Yes, he did,” Nightmare answered.

“the mortals should have apologized!” Cross frowned and folded his arms.

“what are mortals anyway?” Killer asked.

“i don’t know what they are either,” Cross frowned.

“None of you know what mortals are?” Nightmare asked. And all but one shook their heads. “Dust?”

“they… are any creature that can grow old and die…,” Dust said softly.

“That is correct. Humans and monsters are all mortals,” Nightmare praised.

“are there things that don’t?” Killer asked, looking at Dust.

“immortal is the word for a thing that doesn’t grow old and die,” Dust answered.

“Well done,” Nightmare nodded.

“are you in-mortal?” Cross asked Nightmare.

Killer then gasped and sat up, “is that how you’re old and not old?”

“It is pronounced immortal, but yes,” Nightmare said before he had Killer lie back to tuck him in again. “Now, we can discuss this more in the morning. Good night.”

He reached over to turn off the light when Killer whined, “don’t we get a kiss goodnight?”

“A what?” Nightmare frowned as he looked at Killer.

“dad always gives me a kiss on the head right here,” Killer pointed at a spot in the middle of his forehead. “i can’t go to sleep without it.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You did last night,” Nightmare corrected.

“that was a slumber party, that’s different,” Killer whined.

“Is this not also, in a way, a ‘slumber party?’” Nightmare frowned.

“nuh-uh! this is different,” Killer frowned and folded his arms.

“slumber parties have games, and you stay up late and watch movies and stuff,” Cross explained.

“this is ‘mommy and daddy wanna do fun stuff without the kids, so we have to go to bed when they want,’” Killer huffed, and Horror snorted back a laugh.

“what?! what kinda fun stuff do they do?” Cross said while looking shocked at the idea that what Killer said could be true.

“stuff that isn’t even fun, like kissing,” Killer complained.

“If kissing is an issue, why are you asking for one?” Nightmare inquired.

“it’s diiiiiifferent!” Killer threw his arms up as he spoke with an exasperated tone. As annoying as this was, Nightmare could not help but find amusement. “i want a bedtime kiss. adult do gross mouth kissing!” Killer frowned and glared at the ceiling as he folded his arms again.

“ewww, do they brush their teeth first?” Cross asked.

“i don’t think they do since they just kiss each other on the lips. or teeth for skeletons or non-lip monsters,” Horror added.

“nuh-uh! i saw some kissing before, and they were opening their mouths and-” Killer started.

“That is enough,” Nightmare interjected as this was getting out of hand. He highly doubted he would hear the end of this if he didn’t surrender to Killer’s demands. “Here,” he said as he bent over and kissed Kill’s forehead. Then he did the same for Cross, Horror, and Dust. “Now, go to sleep.”

“thank you, and good night, mr. night!” Killer said with a big smile before rolling to his side and closing his sockets. The others added their own thank yous and settled into bed to sleep. Nightmare turned off the light and then turned to leave. The cartoon-style dragon night light illuminated the way, even though he didn’t need it to see.

He stepped out into the hall, noticing Lyra was standing nearby as he closed the door most of the way. She leaned closer to him and said softly, “I thought I was going to have to save you.”

“You already have,” He smiled at her. “Thank you”

“I will ask you one more time. Are you sure?” She asked as she looked at him calmly. “My room is just right over there. The very room you gave me so I would feel more welcomed here. I can stay… I will stay however long you need me.”

He looked away, thinking about that. If there was no cure? What then? She would be stuck being the mother of his sons… his henchmen who would truly be his sons. No. He knows Toriel’s are motherly, but he highly doubted the boys sleeping in the room behind him were the type of children she would want to be the mother of. If he lets her stay, she will accept that fate… just as she has allowed him to cling to her.

“Lyra, I will call you when I need help, I guarantee that. But let me at least try,” He said.

She hummed softly and nodded, “Alright, I understand. They are your boys.”

Lyra then did something he did not expect as she placed her hand on his face, along his left jawline. She directed his head to tilt up as she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. “Good night, Moonbeam.”

He blinked at her as she pulled away and gave him a mischievous smile. All the while, his mind struggled to get caught up with the act that just occurred. It took longer than it should have to register that she kissed him good night.

Not once in his long life had he ever been kissed goodnight before. And now…

Her portal was open, and she was walking towards it. His mind snapped out of its daze just in time for Nightmare to say, “Good night, Lyra.” She gave him another smile before walking through and leaving his castle.

…

Nightmare should go to his office, where he stashed the dating advice books. He was not as ready for that as he should have been. It was such a… soft and platonic kiss that it should not have startled him. Leaning against the castle wall, he sighed… it was likely just him being tired and honestly not used to acts of affection beyond initiating hugs with others.

He needed sleep… and while the boys were asleep, he should sleep too.

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next

[topazshadowwolf]

Me: I'll only put a little FuzzyNight into GoopTales.

Also me: *dumps a ton FuzzyNight glitter into GoopTales.*

[topazshadowwolf]

Did Lyra and Night started dating during the two weeks start skip? Because in part 10 Mare said they weren’t dating.

Shhhhh, you’re not supposed to notice the inconsistencies. J/k, I’ll have to go through and fix that. When I started I didn’t want too much FuzzyNight. Thing is, FuzzyNight is like glitter and I “accidentally” knocked over a container of it onto GoopTales. So now it’s all over and we all know had difficult glitter is to clean up. So, no, they did not start dating in that two weeks, I just underestimated how much FuzzyNight I’d want to write. In all likelihood, at this point they would have had 1-2 official dates, but several evenings which are like dates but Nightmare wouldn’t think of them has such.

[topazshadowwolf]

I Submit this offering of a Dragonified Fuzzynight.

look at his face. Grumpy old man.

pretty goat dragon.

the combination of the desire to draw dragon couples, boredom, and the ship currently rotating in my head like a microwave

Okay… I love this so much, you have no idea.

Dragons? Check! Soriel ship? Check! My Nightmare flavored Soriel ship drawn as dragons? Pardon me as I sit with this for a while and day dream story thoughts!

He may look all grumpy but look at his tail! Oh, with the cheeky grin and his embarrassed grumpy face I bet she was teasing him. But his tail is still curled around hers. Four wings?! Yes please! And I love her so much! So soft looking!

[topazshadowwolf]

Fuzzynight- who said I love you first?

When Lyra arrived, she was more somber and as reticent about herself than usual. The typical joy she had just wasn’t there. The tall guardian smiled, but even the boys noticed something was wrong.

She had no idea how much it saddened him to see this.

Unable to see her like that any longer, he took her paw after they finished dinner. “Come with me; you need rest.”

“I know, but I do not wish to be alone,” She replied as she looked at the boys.

“I will stay with you. But these four have their chores before they also go to bed,” he answered as he gave her paw a reassuring squeeze.

“awww, you going to cuddle w- ow!” Killer yelped as Dust punched him in the shoulder.

“leave nightmare and lyra alone,” Horror growled.

“fiiiiine,” Killer folded his arms and slumped in his chair. “but, yeah, we’ll be busy. got our team-building stuff to do tonight. so go have alone time, and we’ll let you two be.”

“I surrender, then,” Lyra sighed, then followed Nightmare down the hall as he led her to a quiet room. He had yet to name it, but it had become a room for gathering for talking without the distractions of entertainment. It was not used for formal gatherings— but more for family-like moments.

“If you do not mind, a nice fire would be pleasant,” he said while directing her attention to the fireplace.

Lyra frowned playfully before folding her arms, “You wish to use my magic to gauge my emotional state.”

“I am an empath. Thus I can simply sense your emotions,” He stated, and she placed a paw on his head and wiggled it lightly as one might ruffle another’s hair.

That action caused her paw and paw pads to sink into his goopy corruption and lightly touch the skull beneath. There was a warmth to them… and they were soft though callused. “Oh hush, you know well that I am hiding my emotions from you,” She said.

“Oh, are you now? Keeping secrets from me?” He continued to tease. She stuck her tongue out in response and slid her paw to his face to give a light shove.

Nightmare huffed a laugh while feigning indignation. He batted her hand away, “Come now, do not keep me from seeing. You are cute when annoyed.”

That received a gasp, and she placed both paws on her hips, “Is that so, you little imp?”

“For what reason would I lie? Thus, despite my mischievous nature, I am not an imp, for I speak truths. Something imps rarely do,” He replied with a grin. That grin softened as he became more serious, “But your affect has been flat compared to normal. So, if annoyance brings out the true you, I will do what I can.”

There was a startled look, then a sigh as she accepted she was caught. Tears formed in her eyes as she turned to the fireplace. A rich purple and blue fireball appeared in her paw, emanating a strong influence of integrity and perseverance from within her. The flame moved over to the charred log in the fireplace. With the log lit, Nightmare turned the light off, letting her fire provide what they needed to see.

It also gave him what he needed to know. The flames were flickering, wild, and seemed to be competing with each other for height and space. They were trying to smother each other, weakening the fire all together.

It saddened him, but he said nothing. Instead, he quietly guided her over to the sofa. He sat down and then directed her to sit beside him. “Lie down and get comfy.”

“Nightmare,” she started, but he continued to guide her until say was lying on her side with her head on his lap.

“You are safe here. Relax and close your eyes,” Nightmare said softly.

Lyra rolled to her back and looked up at him before smiling. “I would rather look at you a while longer. If that is alright,” She replied.

The pure notion anyone would want to just look at him was absurd. That horrid corruption was grotesque, and most felt fear as soon as they looked at him. As an empath, he was well aware his appearance alone caused terror and disgust. And yet, there she was, looking up at him. Lyra’s left paw reached up and rested on his cheekbone, under his eye.

“May I call you Nightstar?” She asked; tears started to show in her eyes again.

“Nightstar?” He mused.

“Like the sailors of old using the star to guide them on the sea, you help me find my way when I feel lost…” Tears started to roll down through her fur as she spoke, and he gently used his thumb to brush them away.

“Yes. If that is what I am to you, call me Nightstar,” he said, trying to stay calm even with his face warming up with such flattery. “Now rest…I can tell you are very tired.”

She hummed in reply as he continued to pet the sides of her face with his thumbs. 

Anger, loneliness, fear, sorrow… all competed for the most potent role in how she felt. “I will help you for now… but the cause of this distress needs to be addressed. What I will do is only temporary, so you may rest to better sort this out once you are well rested.”

“I understand, Nightstar,” she replied before closing her eyes.

He started to drain out some excess of each negative emotion. Once they were manageable, Nightmare used his magic to sense the strands of her emotions to untangle them. It took some time to complete, but as he worked, she relaxed until she finally drifted off to sleep.

“Lyra,” he whispered as she slept, “I can never understand why you feel affection for me. I stand by the understanding that was taught to me as a child. I am unlovable. And yet you have taught me love….”

He paused as the words were caught in his proverbial throat. Still, Nightmare had a desire to say them. So, even if it was a struggle, he said what needed to be said, even if she was asleep.

“I love you.”

And he meant it… far more than any words he remembered saying before.

[topazshadowwolf]

Random question: Can Lyra play the lyre? (the instrument)

Yes, she can, and the harp! She is actually proficient in most stringed instruments. The Lyre is her favorite, though. She used to have a lyre that was worn but well-used. It was beautifully carved with flowers, trees, and birds. She would play it for her husband and her children.

... It is broken... It was shattered the day that music failed to soothe the savage beast.

Since then...

(The following will be a future part in the continuation of the main FuzzyNight story that I am very slowly picking at. It follows after the Hurt/Comfort (the second one when Lyra is hurt) but not directly after.)

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Walking into the music room, she looked over the vast collection of instruments. They hung on the walls and sat in their cases, music unheard. Relegated to decorations and denied of their true purpose. She sighed and walked over to a harp, running her pale-furred right paw over it. Looking at the beautiful wood grain, she felt an ache to play.

That… or it was her healing wound.

It was when she saw the lyre hanging nearby, did the ache in her soul grew. Oh, how she longed to hold the instrument and fill these castle halls with its music. And yet… just seeing it brought her such sorrow. No… no, she could not hold one again. Not when she failed-

“Lyra?”

She turned her head to see Nightmare standing in the doorway. His tendrils were flicking in annoyance as he folded his arms. That changed, though, as she looked at him. Of course he would look concerned with her looking at him with tears in her eyes. “Sorry, was… feeling sentimental?”

“Ah-hah, I have finally learned something new about the enigmatic guardian of Balance,” He mused as he walked into the room. There was a playfulness to the curl of his tentacles. “You become sentimental around instruments. You may have one or more if you wish. They get no use here.”

“Thank you for your offer, but I shall pass,” She replied as she smiled at her shorter love. Looking back at the Lyre, it was far more plain compared to the one she had. But the outer appearance did not matter compared to the sound it may make. “It is a shame, though… that they are so silent. They are made for so much more than to be looked at,” She sighed wistfully.

…

[topazshadowwolf]

What if the guys taught Lyra how to play video games?

Whenever she visits the castle, she usually brings something with her. Pie, brownies, cake, cat hoodies, blankets, and whatever else she decided to bake or craft for the boys and Nightmare. She didn’t know why she felt compelled to do so, but she felt a desire to do this for them.

So, after all those gifts she has given, it shouldn’t have surprised her that the boys would give her something in return. Yet it was….

“What… is this?” She asked as she looked at the box.

“it’s a switch! here, we are going to help you set it up and show you the games we got for you,” Killer said as he held his hands out for the box.

“we don’t know where you go or do, but you can play it if you get bored now and then,” Cross added.

“you can play with us even in a different au, thanks to static strengthening the multiverse wifi signal,” Horror stated as he started to help Killer by plugging things in.

“or nightmare… he sometimes plays,” Dust added.

They spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening showing her the games they bought for her. The one Killer bought was about fighting giant beasts… that one hit a little too close to home for her, so she will not be playing it any further. Still, she thanked him as it would have been enjoyable if… things didn’t happen in her AU as they did. Cross got her a game that he said was an “RPG” with some interesting characters and a storyline that seemed a bit much for her. Horror got a fun racing game for her, and she did enjoy that even if she did horribly. As for Dust, he got her a game with a village of animal people, and she liked that one.

It was calming, easy to learn, and cute. According to Dust, Nightmare also tends to play this game at night when the others are sleeping. He learned that when he got up one night after being unable to sleep. On his way to the kitchen, he heard the soft noise of music. When Dust peeked in the room, he saw Nightmare sitting there, playing this game. Dust said that he then walked over and sat by him. Nightmare knew he was there, grumbled about how he should be sleeping in bed, then allowed Dust to stay there as he continued to play.

Naturally, Nightmare would not want anyone to know he had such a soft side. It made sense why he liked it, though. From what she has seen, Nightmare likes to collect things. He enjoys history and art as well. So, she could see why the dark skeleton chose to take an interest in the game.

It was time to sleep, but she wasn’t tired. So, she picked up the game system and turned it on. Reminding herself how it works, she got the game open and started. Shortly after she began playing, she got a phone call. It is so rare for someone to call her; she jumped when it started to play that little song.

“Hello?”

“heya… boss is playing right now,” Dust’s voice said.

“Oh! So am I,” She replied.

“yup, i can see that with my buddy list,” Dust said.

In the background, there was a deep rumble that she knew as Nightmare’s voice. The phone was moved, as Dust’s voice became more muffled, but she could hear him say, “i’ll help her get to your island… yes, i got the game for her… so you two could spend more time together?”

There was more talk from Nightmare, but Dust returned to talking to her, “anyway, you’re coming to boss’s island. here’s how you visit.”

… 

It was very late when she finally went to bed… but it was a pleasant sleep. For once, she didn’t feel so completely alone.

[topazshadowwolf]

Anyone else have some FuzzyNight thoughts? Or perhaps want to offer a FuzzyNight prompt?

[topazshadowwolf]

Second part please?

Absolutely! The second part is here!

Huh... feels like there is room for more. :3

To catch the first part of this sick fic, click here!

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Everything was just… sticking to him. The bedding to the clothing he wore. It was like everything was soaking wet. On top of that, he was just so cold. It caused him to curl up tighter and surround himself more in the blankets that seemed incapable of keeping him warm.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. What made him feel even more miserable was that his head hurt terribly, dulling his thoughts as he just longed to sleep this away. He knew it had been centuries since he felt soaked, but thinking about it hurt far too much. He just wanted to sleep. 

But at this point, that was hopeless wishing. 

Between the pain, the constant shivering, and the feeling of disgust, he just couldn’t sleep. As he forced himself to get up, coughs rattled through him. The pain in his head worsened, and he considered curling back up. Ultimately, he sat up and shoved the covers off of himself.

Dragging himself from bed, he looked to see the emerald green sheets stained with black. He could see the outline of his tentacles, which he could no longer summon. The magic within him was so weak that the excess that made up the corruption melted off him… to a point. There was still a thin layer covering his bones.

He shuffled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror…

It wasn’t his reflection looking back at him but someone more like his brother. Thin… though there was still a sturdiness, it paled in comparison to his more fleshed-out appearance that the corruption provided.

Then there was his skull… it made Horror’s own injury look small.

He looked small, thin, and weak…

He hated looking weak…

The last time he was so small and weak he nearly died.

“Nightmare?”

It was Lyra.

He tried to use a tentacle to close the bathroom door, only to remember he no longer had them. Moving, he slammed the door shut after stumbling into it.

“Nightmare?” There was a pause before he heard her walk closer and lightly knock. “Please let me in.”

“I am alright,” he replied, voice hoarse and as weak as he looked.

As he felt…

“Let me see that you are alright, then,” she replied. She would have seen the bed… so she knew the truth. That he was lying.

“Leave,” he snapped, but the effort caused him to cough again. It hurt so much that he had to lean against the door to stay standing.

Silence fell between them for a moment. Then softly, a faint quiver in her voice, Lyra asked, “If you were me, and I was in your position, would you leave me?”

“Lyra,” Nightmare started.

“Would you leave me?” She pressed.

His socket closed as he shook his head. How could he? It… it would be wrong. He loved her too much to do that. If she were suffering, he wouldn’t just leave her but stay and try to provide her with help and comfort.

Nightmare took care of his things and even better care of the living that allied with him.

“Night?” She said softly.

“No…,” he finally replied.

“So, why should I leave you if you would not leave me?” The logic was in her question, but he shook his skull again.

He was small…

“I could never be so callus, Night.”

He was fragile…

“Please, do not ask me to leave you when you are hurting.”

So weak…

“Nightstar?”

“I am scared,” He said, then winced. Did he mean to say that? To reveal that to her?

There was silence again. He didn’t know if he wanted her to say anything or not. To leave him alone or come bursting in and comfort him. His body started to shake again, the bones that were now revealed by reduced corruption beginning to rattle.

“May I come in?” She asked.

He moved silently from the door, allowing her to enter. After a moment, she opened it slowly and cautiously, providing him plenty of time to protest. But he didn’t. Her gaze fell on him, and he could see the startled look in her eyes. It caused him to look away, his body still shivering as he noticed how vulnerable he was. His magic was weakened, and he barely had the energy to react.

“Oh, Moonbeam…,” She moved closer, and he instinctively stepped back. That caused her to pause, and he looked down, ashamed of… everything. “I am sorry. I do not mean to scare you…”

“I…,” He croaked and then sighed. “I am scared of… what you see.”

“Which is what, my King?” She asked as she tilted her head.

King? What manner of king was he right now? Yet, here she was, reminding him of that self-appointed title. Why?

“Weakness…,” He replied softly.

“We all have our weak moments,” She replied.

“Not me!” He snapped and then started to cough again. Between the pain in his skull and the coughing, he felt light-headed and wobbled. She moved closer to help him, and he leaned against her. “I am not allowed to be weak…”

“I do not believe your boys will think less of you,” She said, and he shook his skull.

“That’s not it… I… am Nightmare. I am feared, hated, despised across the multiverse… even as a child…,” He finally explained.

“Oh, my dear love….” She sighed and picked him up. He didn’t have the energy or strength to protest. Honestly, he didn’t want to. Once again, he started to shiver from how cold he felt. But she was warm, and he soaked in that for a while.

“I can not speak for those mortals who harmed you so… who… nearly killed you… But I can speak for the mortals you have surrounded yourself with now. They will not tolerate any harm befalling you, and neither shall I. You may have your reputation, but here, you are safe. You are allowed to have a weak moment as you have others who will not abandon you,” She held him close.

Leaning into her comfort, he sighed, surrendering to her words. She moved over to his bathtub and turned on the water, letting it warm. “Now, get yourself washed up, and I will set out some new clothing for you to change into once you are dry. I will also change your bed, so you have a comfortable place to sleep.”

“Thank you,” he replied softly.

“You are most welcome, my sweet love,” She then nuzzled him, which he felt more clearly without the layer of corruption. It was soft, warm, tender… loving. “You have cared for me in the past. It is only fair that I care for you now.”

Once again, she gently nuzzled and eased him into the warm water. It eased his pain and already started to calm his shivering. The nuzzling was the last thing he remembered as sleep finally caught up with him.

[topazshadowwolf]

Finally finished something for February, the month of love.

To those new to this fic, it is in the future and not official to HNBD. There is some FuzzyNight, but it is mainly an AU Soriel for Dust and a Toriel (Her alias will eventually be released, but not in this chapter). Very slow burn...

[topazshadowwolf]

Kissing happens in this chapter. And some plot. But mostly kissing.

[topazshadowwolf]

I’ve been at work all day and I’m about to go straight to sleep but real quick: I started reading the fic where the boys go through your other fics looking for date advice for Nightmare and I’m on the chapter where Dust and Killer have a confrontation (haven’t finished it yet, I almost made myself late to work cause I got so caught up lol) and I’m just enjoying it sooooo much. Like all day long I’ve been like I HAVE to draw silly little fanart of this when I finish it and I’m going to as soon as I have time, but I just love the whole scenario and how Dust and Killer interact with each other in particular and I’m just !!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yeah just wanted to say thanks cause I really enjoy your writing and it makes me super happy and inspired ^^

I feel like that chapter alone should be some internet challenge. Can you read it in just one sitting? I think for most the answer is no and that's how it should be. If someone were to that would be both amazing and likely unhealthy. That chapter alone pushed the word count from under 10k to 50k. It was a 44k words, and that was AFTER editing and Paddie and I removing a bunch of stuff. (Me: "Hey Paddie, wanna do a short rp with me that I can post for my soriel week UTMV chapter fic?" Paddie: "Sure!" 103 page doc later...) That chapter IS the fic. XD Sorry... I'm still always amazed how a "short rp" became a monster of a chapter but one I highly enjoy. I sometimes reread it myself, though I tend to take 3 days to do it XD. Sorry it almost made you late, but I am happy you are enjoying it that much! I do wonder how many people just skipped over it to get to the sweet sweet FuzzyNight goodness in the last chapter.

You are welcome! @paddie-ut is another awesome author, and has an amazing Soriel fic: All These Broken Things. Since I know you like Soriel (first learned of you from your adorable Soriel art) I thought I'd point that out just in case you haven't read it yet.

Lastly, fan art? Of those two idiots and their idiot sibling interactions?! If you do I would love to see it!

Thank you so much for this! You're message made my day!

[topazshadowwolf]

Nightmare gives Azalea an employee review.

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With this one posted, I now have the remainder of my soriel week entries, FuzzyNight, and For the Feral and the Broken to post.