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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.
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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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#UTMV#GoopTales#Dadmare#nightmare!sans#killer!sans#cross!sans#dust!sans#horror!sans#Lyra!toriel#Balance!toriel#Nightmare flavored soriel#Fuzzynight#Nightmare tells the boys a bedtime story#domestic fluff#dadmare fluff
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Domestic badie sanses.
let me be cringe.
#utmv#bad sanses#old#traditional scribbles#my art#dust sans#killer sans#nightmare sans#horror sans#cross sans#PLEASE BE NICE THESE ARE OLD AND NOT MEANT TO BE GOOD#Domestic#fluff#dadmare#?#horrordust#if you squint#ut au#Art#Bad sanses#Horrortale#dusttale#dreamtale
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My new story that won the poll.
@psycho-chair @unknownarmageddon @fanart-serenadebleue @fineapplequeen @flowerscentedartist
#undertale#sans au#nightmare sans#dust sans#dadmare#xtale cross#killer sans#horror sans#fluff#trauma
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Rating: Explicit
Trying to get the link to work with Tumblr and if this works I'll post it just like this.
Anyway this is my first time writing a fic and wanted to share it also this is STRICTLY 18+ so if a minor read it that's on them I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY MINORS READING THIS FIC
On the brighter side I'm almost done with chapter 2, have gotten 3 kudos as well gotten help with the grammar and spelling for this chapter and part of the next chapter 🥺😃
Thank you all for leaving Kudos it honestly almost made me cry seeing you guys like it 💝
#misunderstanding#Dust Sans#killer sans#dust tale papyrus#Cross#nightmare sans#Ink#mention of death#amnesia#reader insert#dust x horror#dadmare#angst fluff
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Found another story, is literally Cross being a sweetheart and the Bad sans fluff + being a family
 summary if story ~
Cross went on a trip destroy a copy of an AU when a store caught his eye. Looking at a particular book, he has an idea that is sure to make his gang mates and Nightmare smile!
If he can't pick fresh flowers for a flower crown, he'll just make one out of paper.
#error sans#undertale#Undertale au#sans au#bad guy sans#bad sans#bad sans fluff#dadmare#nightmare sans#dust sans#horror sans#cross sans#killer sans#fluff#cute#story#ao3 story#underale ao3#sans au ao3#ao3#cross is a sweetheart#protective Error#10/10 would recommend
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Hello
I have come from the darkness to ask you for your thoughts;
Errorink (Error x Ink)
Swapmare (Nightmare x Swap/Blue/Blueberry)
cream (Cross x Dream)
bloodycrops (Horror x Farm)
and
MurderSwap (Murder/Dust x Swap/Blue/Blueberry)
Thank you for your time!
OOOO!!
Errorink is a ship I could see working in some situations; providing they didn't have a deep close connection and it was more of a situationship. Most because Ink is incapable of feeling without his vials and I feel like it would really hurt Error to find out that Ink doesn't actually care about him- because he can't.
I feel like a lot of relationships with Ink are rather toxic- not because i don't like the silly guy (I genuinely do, he's such an interesting character)- but rather because Ink is simply just. . . incapable of feeling.
I can definitely see them having a rival-like friendship though.
Platonic Vibe
Swapmare is definitely an interesting concept! Depending on the situation, it's either fluff with a tad bit of toxicity, or full-blown toxic. Depends whether we're doing "Dadmare" or his canon self.
Assuming it's the Nightmare that actually cares, I feel like it'd be a relatively alright relationship. Definitely a lot of bumps in the road, though I like to think of Blue having a very strong belief but being generally morally ambiguous. There's definitely a big power difference at play, but I feel like Blue would have a reasonably good affect on Nightmare.
. . . Stretch would be absolutely pissed and so concerned though, so there's definitely that. I'm not about to say that Blue wouldn't leave Stretch behind (wouldn't fully, at least), but I do have a co-AU of Blue where he dusted everyone. So, uh, I can imagine Blue being fiercely protective of Nightmare, and if lines are crossed- dust is shed.
A Vibe, in the right circumstances.
Cream is... one I had to think for a while on. On one hand: Cute! Interesting! I can see it working! But on the other hand: No.
Again, everything is purely up to circumstance, but I do headcanon Dream to struggle with controlling his constantly positive aura. Dream might take up Cross as a "i can fix him" project, but Cross doesn't want to be fixed. He just wants freedom. Cross is very duty-bound, and Dream is often portrayed to be so optimistic it hurts sometimes- 'cause y'know, he has to be.
I feel like Dream's ceaseless positivity and general optimism would tire Cross out to the point where they just. . . stopped working as well anymore.
It would start out well I think, but I like to headcanon that Dream can't really look past the sin; similarly to how Classic can't look past the LV and EXP in most cases. Dream may be a positive influence and try to help everyone, but at the end of the day, I don't feel like he's that empathetic, and clearly needs to work through a lot of things before he can be healthy enough in a relationship for Cross and Dream to work together properly.
Less of a Vibe.
Bloodycrops is a ship I like. One that's actually quite healthy, though I can imagine a bit of struggle for Saejun to fully accept the things Horror has done (having not really gone through anything bad enough to understand why Horror did what he did). I feel like gradually they'd grow together, over a long period of time, and it'd be quite sweet.
Though, dealing with Horror's base instincts popping up and those he'd learned is going to be difficult. So is how long it's going to take for Saejun to fully realise just how many trauma triggers and trauma responses Horror has from what he's been through (Recovery is a very windy road with a lot of roundabouts).
As someone who plays as Horror in an SMP, I feel like whenever he feels as if he's getting dangerous or angry, he needs to leave that situation and be out in the wild for a while. This leads to Horror being gone for days- or weeks- at a time, out in the forest, away from everything as he gets a grip on himself again. But every time he comes home, it's always to a familiar grin and a cup of hot cocoa.
A Vibe
Murderswap is pretty interesting! If we're going off of my Headcanons for Blue, I think there would definitely be some struggles here and there. As sweet and awesome as Blue is, he's never gone through enough struggle to get why the others around him did what they did.
They'd have to learn to grow with each other over a long period of time, and Blue would have to get a lot less scolding and grumpy whenever Dust's areas are messy. Dust doesn't like being ordered to do things, which is why his Nightmare usually asks him to do things- or gives him an incentive to get it done. And he doesn't like being lectured, either, as it reminds him too much of his Papyrus and that can and will make his LV jump if Blue's not careful. Playful arguments and goofy grumbling is probably alright, though.
Stretch is definitely a roadblock. Not only would he absolutely detest Dust for having done what he's done, but he'd probably find some sort of way to attempt to get Blue to stop visiting Dust.
( Everything is down to circumstance, though. )
Pretty Much A Vibe!
You're welcome for my time lmao- and thank you for yours!
Wonderful ask. Much appreciated
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Suggestions for fan fics?
I can't directly link them which sucks but I can list them! :D
Duplicate The Terror by Lord god: Nightmare gets the worst luck imaginable before things get better. I haven't finished it tho and I dont think it's completed.
Edit: Read it read it read it. I'm shaking right now holy snickers SWAPPLATES SWAPPLATES SWAPPLATES SWAPPLATES SWAPPLATES I LOVE IT SM hvftgybhubuhctfvgyhj
2nd edit: AHHHHHHHHHHH crying crying crying crying crying noooooooooo :[
3rd edit: Just finished and- READ IT!! bro it's so good DDDDD:
For The Forgotten Ones by Im Sorry Buddy: I stopped reading it but it was really good! A lot of Ink, quick warning for my bud, JB, p sure Ink gets a happy ending.
Corrupted Rebirth by SoothingEpione: Another Nightmare one! But he's now a smoll corrupted lil guy :] And Dream's the bad guy :0 Also really good imo
It's Just A Game by HTSan: Read this one if you're 1. A Classic Sans lover. Or 2. Like interactive stories where it acknowledges you as a player and only shows you what it wants you to see >:] (Use your imagination to fill in scenes it doesn't show you!!)
Stupid Little Puppy by Psychochair: A hurt no comfort oneshot with Cross! Has made me cry twice. Have fun :)
How Nightmare Became Dadmare by TopazShadowwolf: Another Nightmare one?? Very good, Goat story, I love it SO much. Nightmare fluff. Very great.
Hey you, AU! by Spiffysiffy: The Bad Sanses! Except every Sans is extremely ticklish. Very fun regardless.
And also, Reapertale comic -> Reapertale
All of the other ones can be found on AO3, ✨enjoy✨
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Come meet The Angst Quartet in all of our glory!
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Co-Owner One:
Name: Azalea
Pronouns: Star/It/They
Ao3: Finally_Free
Adores torturing Izuku Midoriya with piles of angst for no reason other than ‘teehee angst’. (And also because Eden hates it and I find their pain funny.)
ShinDeku (Shinso/Midoriya) Main Shipper (though I’m a multishipper so honestly all of them are fun)
Co-Owner Two:
Name: Bean, Dancing_Bean
Pronouns: Any
Ao3: little_clown
I like Undertale and MHA.
Co-Owner Three:
Name: Cherry
Ao3: PappyistheBest
Pronouns: She/They
Angst and fluff lover
Adorer of Eraser/Mic, Dadzawa/PapaMic, DadMare and the Bad-sanses.
The one who sits and shakes her head at the other two fellow feral writers, pretending that she isn't just as bad. - Enjoys leaving people on cliffhangers at the end of chapters.
Needs comments and reader reactions to live a good life.
Co-Owner Four:
Name: Eden / Eddie
Pronouns: They / Them, Он / Оно
Ao3 [and any other socials]: skyafied
I really like old gay men and toxic yuri
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We hope you enjoy our dumb ramblings, art, and fanfics!
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New Day
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54103135
by vicen_non
Nightmare and Dream go cloud watching.
Words: 291, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of the branches that shelter you
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Sans Ensemble (Undertale)
Relationships: Dream & Nightmare, Sans & Sans
Additional Tags: Dadmare AU, dadmare, sunbeam - Freeform, Parental Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Caring Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Dreamtale (Undertale), Recovery, Child Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Short & Sweet, Fluff
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54103135
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TWO IN ONE(shot) SPECIAL!
TL;DR The first link is Dream angst, while the second is some Kross fluff (with minor Killer angst).
More details under the cut.
Sad Boi Hours (ft. Dream)
Rating: M Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship(s): Gen
Character(s): Dream, Nightmare, Ink, Blue, (Error, Dust, Horror, Killer, and Cross are mentioned)
Wordcount: 3077 Chapter Count: 1/1
Additional (Serious) Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Dream is a Perfectionist, Self-Esteem Issues, vent fic, Self-Indulgent, Dream Needs a Hug, Noot noot gives him a hug, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending
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Snug as a Bug
Rating: G No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship(s): Killer/Cross, Kross
Character(s): Killer, Cross, Nightmare, Killer's cat
Wordcount: 1415 Chapter Count: 1/1
Additional (Serious) Tags: Cats, Bugs & Insects, Cockroaches, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Killer needs a hug, killer gets his hug, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddles, Hugs, how many cute hug-related tags can i fit in here?, idk, Short & Sweet, dadmare, Eventual Fluff
#fanfic#undertale fanfiction#fanfiction#undertale#many much tags for this one lmao#can't just copy and paste this one boys!#sans ensamble#dream sans#nightmare sans#ink sans#swap sans#killer sans#cross sans#dust sans#horror sans (mentioned)#cat!#tw: angst#angst with a happy ending#tw: depression#perfectionism#self esteem issues#vent fic#cw vent#he need a hug#we all need hugs#tw su1c1d3#open ending#tw bugs#tw insects#tw cockroaches
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GoopTales: Part 22, waking up and domestic fluff
And now, they wake up...
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22(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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Something moving started to pull him from the deeper sleep he had been enjoying. It wasn’t the first time he felt something move while sleeping. It frequently happens; he ignores it and continues to sleep, which is how it usually goes. His tentacles, reacting to the emotions that his dreams stir, are typically what he feels when moving about in bed.
This was different, though.
It felt like small hands pushing on his back as someone was climbing on him. Soft, hushed voices telling the one who was climbing him confirmed his suspension. Nightmare groaned softly before opening his eye and looking at the little skeletons. Killer continued to climb up on him, settling down in the center of his back, making it hard for Nightmare to see him.
“killer,” Horror hissed softly in a whisper, “you woke him up.”
“i did?” Killer asked without the care of keeping quiet.
“You did,” Nightmare said before yawning. Slowly sitting up, he felt Killer safely slip down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.
“sorry,” Dust said softly.
“No need to apologize. I actually had a pleasant sleep. I hope you four did as well,” Nightmare said as his tendrils curled around the four small skeletons in a hug. “Now, if only I woke up on my own accord and not because some little minion decided to start crawling all over me. A rude awakening by an intrepid mountain climber is a poor start to a day.”
“intepit?” Cross asked.
“In-trep-id,” Nightmare corrected.
“intrepid,” Cross said, trying again.
“There you go, it means fearless or adventurous,” Nightmare explained.
“that’s me!” Killer exclaimed, holding his arms up excitedly.
Nightmare used a tendril to pick the child up, purposefully holding him upside-down, “Yes, that was you, but your actions were still rude. Were they not?”
Killer giggled, “sorry!”
“Why do I doubt that you are?” Nightmare asked, and Killer giggled more as Nightmare set him back down. “Alas, the youth these days have no respect for their elders. Whatever is an old man like me to do?”
“i re-pect you, mr. night,” Cross said quickly before whispering to Horror, “what’s re-pect mean?”
“respect, it means… um…,” Horror put his hand to his chin as he thought. “i know what it means just… um…”
“You are unsure how to define it, or put it into words?” Nightmare asked, and Horror nodded. “Start, and I will help you when you need it.”
“okay, um. it means that you… show uh… well you listen and you…show someone they are important,” Horror said, then looked at Nightmare.
“Exactly. You honor them by listening, doing as they ask, and being polite.” He smiled and patted Horror on the back. “You did well, Horror. You did not need my help after all.”
“thank you, mr. night,” Horror said with a smile.
“i respect you! i just like being silly,” Killer giggled.
“That you do, you little imp,” Nightmare huffed.
To that, Killer gasped and folded his arms, “i’m not an imp! i’m a skeleton!”
“Yes, you are. Come along, babybones. Time for breakfast,” Nightmare said as he stood from his bed.
“oh! oh! can you carry me, pleeeeaaase~?” Killer asked, holding his arms up in the traditional ‘pick me up pose’ all children seem to know naturally.
“me too! please!” Cross said, putting his arms up as well.
“Alright,” he said as he used his tendrils to wrap around those two and lifted them off the bed. Killer giggled and squirmed a little before finally settling into the hold. It amused Nightmare as the youngest, Cross, patted the tendril as if it were alive while whispering, “thank you” to the limb. As Cross continued to gently pet the limb, Nightmare turned his attention to Dust and Horror. “What about you two? Do you want to be carried, as well?”
“yes, please,” Horror replied, and Nightmare curled a tendril around him. Horror simply hugged the limb that held him with a content smile.
Dust was hesitant and fiddled with his fingers for a short moment before he softly muttered, “please?”
And with that, Nightmare lifted him off the bed as well. Just as before, there was a flinch at the initial contact, but Dust soon relaxed and was lifted off the bed. He looked down and around himself, interested in the different angle he now had to view everything.
Nightmare made his way out of his room to theirs to help them pick out what they would wear and get them ready for the day. Keeping Killer and Cross focused was a struggle, but he could after that good sleep. One at a time, he helped them brush their teeth, Cross needing help with the action to make sure he got all of his teeth, and a tendril around Killer kept him in place long enough to complete the task. Once done and dressed, he walked them down the hall.
“what about you, mr. night? you still have your jammies on!” Cross asked.
“That I do. Once you four are being watched by Lyra, I shall change and brush my teeth,” He explained as they continued on their way. This time, they wanted to walk on their own—Killer and Dust on one side, Horror and Cross on the other side of him. Killer and Horror were holding a tendril in one hand and the other’s hand in the other.
Once they reached the kitchen, he found Lyra at the refrigerator going through its contents. She looked up at Nightmare and the others and smiled. “I hope you do not mind. I decided to make meal plans for the week,” she said, closing the refrigerator door.
“I do not mind at all. I will admit, I was so busy with other things that I just decided on meals when it was time to eat,” Nightmare admitted. “Speaking of meals, I have four little baby bones-”
“i’m not a baby! i’m an intrupid,” Killer started.
“Intrepid,” Nightmare corrected.
“intrepid… umm… oh! climber!” Killer announced.
“you are a babybones,” Horror grinned while patting Killer on the head.
“nuh-uh!” Killer rebutted.
“Alright, no more arguing. All four of you are baby bones, adventurous nature or not. Now, if Lyra is alright with it, I will leave you four in her care as I get myself ready for the day,” Nightmare declared.
“okay, mr. night!” Cross said before hugging Nightmare around the legs.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have them help with breakfast, and when you get back, we will enjoy a meal together,” Lyra smiled.
It had been long enough that Dust could now eat most of what was given to him without making him sick. And with them helping, that should keep Killer out of trouble and Horror entertained enough not to prank the others. Content they were in good hands, Nightmare started to turn to leave when he felt someone holding one of his tendrils.
Looking down, he saw Dust holding the limb in question. He was near tears as he looked up at Nightmare with a pleading look that said what his voice was failing to say. Dust wanted to come with. When he was alone with the boys, Dust stayed close whenever Nightmare was home. He usually did not initiate physical contact beyond holding a tendril like now, but he did accept it when offered. At this moment, when the others were going over to Lyra to learn what she had planned for breakfast and how they could help, Nightmare considered Dust may have become “clingy.”
What was he to do…
Nightmare will not admit it, but after his troubles as a small child at the hands of adults… he had a soft spot for them. Such young children should be his brother's concern. And yet, Nightmare just had a hard time hurting, emotionally or physically, children. It just felt like bullying.
He just… didn’t like bullying of children…
That dislike only seemed to get stronger the older he got.
But this wouldn’t be bullying… it would be telling Dust he had to wait with the others.
And yet…
He was getting soft…
Those sad eyelights, tears in the corner of his sockets, as the child silently pleaded…
“Dust,” Lyra said as she walked over and knelt down. “Mr. Night just needs to get dressed and cleaned up like you did.”
Dust looked down at the floor and nodded; he understood, but… Nightmare was the first adult to show him kindness and love. After all the anger and hate he had experienced, Dust seemed scared to be away from Nightmare. He felt safe when Nightmare was around and wanted the guardian who was protecting him from “The Doctor” to stay nearby.
“Lyra, I,” Nightmare started, but Lyra shook her head.
“Dust, I have an idea. Can you help me? Nightmare is going to be very hungry by the time he is done, and I do not think I and the other three could make enough food for him without your help,” Lyra said as she held her hand out to him.
“Hmmm, I am feeling rather peckish right now,” Nightmare said thoughtfully.
“I am sure you will be ravenous by the time you return,” Lyra grinned.
“i thought you didn’t hafta eat since you eat emotions!” Killer blurted out. He then gasped, “what about all the times you didn’t eat with us? Was that because… because you didn’t make enough for all of us and you?”
“Well… I require emotions more than food, but I also enjoy food,” Nightmare explained.
“you really need my help?” Dust asked in a whisper to Lyra.
“I do,” She whispered back. “So, will you help us?”
Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back at her with a nod. With that, she extended her hand, and he placed his hand in hers. She then stood and guided him over to the others. Dust looked back momentarily but then focused on where she was guiding him. With the group distracted with breakfast plans, Nightmare turned and left the room to prepare for the day.
…
He could get used to this…
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#This is just fluff#sweet sweet cotton candy domestic dadmare fluff#With a bit a FuzzyNight sprinkled on top with Lyra being a momster#Gooptales#dadmare#nightmare!sans#dust!sans#killer!sans#horror!sans#cross!sans#babies learning big words from papa#Nightmare finally got some good sleep#hurray!#:3 so much soft domestic fluff
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The way you draw gir in his dog costume gives me life.
He’s heckin bapy
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Something to point out:
((Mint is afraid of Rotton (cuz of the whole “bit his tentacle” thing) and will hide behind any other Flavor/Dadmare who is in the room.
He doesn’t hate Rotton.....he’s just scared of him.
Like, not “nightmares every night about being killed and eaten over and over again until I turn to ice cream” scared.
It’s “He’s a big bad bully and is super dangerous and I can’t do anything about it cuz then he’ll eat me and kill me and it’ll hurt” scared.
Protecc the smol))
@rottenstrawberrydadmare @strawberrydadmare @chocolatedadmare @vanilladadmare @skull-kid-dadmare @dadmare @ask-cotton-candy-dadmare
#mun kylie#the sweet one#the minty fresh boi#the caffine high boi#oh hey it’s vans#the sour one#mr danger noodle#cotton fluff#sir dadmare#PROTECC DA MINT
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Writing Masterlist
since this is starting to get longer and longer, I figured I’d put a cut, just to save everyone some time when scrolling through my crap here :P
My other blogs, for anyone who'd like to know where else they can find me on this hellsite: @ohgodallthefandoms-backup (my main), @zlamina (only animal stuff), @skelesinners-r-us (my nsfw skeleton jester/daycare attendant blog), @ask-the-riders (an ask blog for the riders of the apocalypse), @skellies-art (the place where I put all my doodles), @pareidolia-artprompts (a random art prompt blog where I post visual art prompts), and @radical-superstar-daycare (a special blog I made for Daycare Attendant!Fresh, Sonnie (Sundrop!Conquest), and Lunar (Moondrop!Retribution). The newest addition to my blogs is @tsams-and-co-memes, where I post TSBS memes
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Choose Your Own Path routes
Start
Handshake
Baby Ducks
Continue Walking
Fight
Rock
One Last Attempt
Choose Your Own Path 2/CYOP2 routes
Start
Walk a little faster
Unlikely Circumstances
Unlikely Circumstances (Part 1)
Unlikely Circumstances (Part 2)
Nep/Gill/Betta Related
In Deep Water
Betta x Reader ("face reality" prompt)
The Union
Congrats, You're a Dad!
UnderFell/MafiaFell(/MobFell) Related
To The Moon and Back (UF!Sans x Reader)
Light In The Dark (UF!Sans x Nyctophobic!Reader)
Family Secrets
Necro/NecroTale Related
Necro's story (part 1 of ???)
Touch starved (w/Necro)
Red Velvet (a father's day scenario w/Mal and Necro)
My Glitchy Daughter
Nightmares
HorrorTale Related
You Should Be
Distractions (HT!Sans x Reader fluff that very quickly becomes suggestive)
Eat You Up ("hunted down" horror prompt w/HT!Sans)
Marked
Nightmare/Bad Sanses Related
Alone (Nightmare x Reader (kinda sorta))
Nightmare's Puppets
A Way Out
Mother Void
Locked up and left behind (w/Nightmare and Mal)
Mistake/Accident prompt w/Cross and Error (comic)
No Strings On Me (puppeteer prompt w/Error and Nightmare
Little Hellion (Dadmare & baby Nyx)
Sleep Paralysis horror prompt w/ Sleep Paralysis!Nightmare
Abyss (Sleep Paralysis!Nightmare prompt continuation)
Overgrown - prompt w/Nightmare
Comfort food - prompt w/Horror
Rampage - prompt w/Nightmare
Fear of the Dark (Figment!Killer blurb)
I Am Dust And Shadow (Figment!Dust blurb)
Dream/Star Sanses Related
Locked up and left behind (w/Blueberry)
The birth of Yanberry (horror/angst prompt w/Shattered Dream and Blueberry)
Template (and eventually Pale) Related
Template's Offer
Spider Donuts and Scarves (a father's day scenario w/Mal and Template)
Mal Related
Mal to the Rescue/Error Gets Vibe Checked
Mal's New Attack
Mal and Geno - family fluff
Mal's Great Escape
The origin of a name (contains TWs)
And Then There Was One
Mal discovers she's pregnant
Mal meets herself
Ships
A Life Worth Living (CrossMare fluff prompt)
Cause of Death: Love (NightBerry angst)
Greatly Disappointed (NightKiller angst)
Slammed into a wall (w/ErrInk)
"Hang on, hang on, we're gonna fall off the bed/couch-" (fluff prompt w/ErrInk)
Mine ("til death do us part" prompt w/Dark Cream)
Never Speak To Strangers
Start
Check Other Windows
Risky Business
Start
Sure, but we need to make it fast - route
Apologize - route
Try the front door of the facility - route
Use the vent - route
Go into the daycare attendant’s room - route
Other Characters
Forum Deals With Flirting
Kisses, cuddles, and cocoa (UT!Papyrus x Reader)
Paps' Nightmare
That's how much I love you (Yandere US!Papyrus x Reader)
That's how much I love you [part 2] (Yandere US!Papyrus x Reader x Yandere US!Sans)
Info masterlist on my characters
Reasons To Not Mess With Mal or Betta
Kiss prompt masterlist
Headcanon voices/audio edits/voice claims masterlist
Little Thief (NOT AN UTAU FIC)
One Fear (NOT AN UTAU FIC)
Here's a link to my nsfw smutfic masterlist, if you're at all into reading stuff of that nature
And here's the link that'll take you to a masterlist of stuff for the riders of the apocalypse :P it's both an info masterlist and a writing masterlist rolled into one, so ye
EDIT: if you have something you'd like me to write, feel free to send me an ask :) I'm not at all judgmental and I'll write just about anything. I'm even willing to take smut requests as well, if that's more your cup of tea :P (request smut stuff here -> @skelesinners-r-us)
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Chapter 13: A Colorful Combatant
Summary:
It is time to face Ink and bring Cross home... But will the plan work as it is supposed to?
#Dadmare#Nightmare!sans#Cross!sans#Killer!sans#Dust!sans#Horror!sans#Ink!sans#Dream!sans#Swap!sans#Did I forget a sans?#I think I got them all#I feel like they are trading cards at this point#I'll trade you an Epic Sans for fanged Horror Sans#How much is a pack of Sanses?#What edition of Sans cards are we on now?#wait#tags#Uh#chicks#nonsexy chicks#like baby chicken chicks#That's right#Horror is the proud parent of yellow fluff balls that go 'peep peep'#Sibling arguments#OH!#I did forget a Sans#Error!Sans#LOL#He'd kill me if he could for that#Not adding that up there
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GoopTales: Part 20 Grilled Cheese
Lyra to the rescue! And a certain guardian gets the rest he badly needs.
Domestic fluff!
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20(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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Lyra folded her arms as she looked at the other guardian, who looked back up at her with an eyelight so fuzzy it could barely be seen. Nightmare sat on the bed, the boys surrounding him and clinging to him protectively. They could sense she was angry. She shouldn’t be angry, but she was.
Actually, no, she had the right to be angry about this. It was wrong to deny that she should feel this way when she could have prevented this. They had agreed to start dating, to begin forming a relationship, yet he still would rather act independently to the point that he looked like a wilted plant. Nightmare clearly did not understand how it hurt her to see him like that.
There was no reason for him to look so tired and run down when she was just a phone call away. No. When she could have been here all along! There were so many things she could and wanted to say if the children were not here in the room. She would even grab him by that coat, pull him onto his feet, and plant one kiss he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon if it would make him understand that she cares! Unfortunately, that would be highly inappropriate to do around children so young.
Besides, she also needed to understand this was all still so new to Nightmare. The dark guardian was still adjusting to having someone he could turn to for help. He has had allies before, but not in the role of Lyra. Her help had no strings attached; no deals needed to be made save for being there when she needed him. Which… was something she was not used to as well. Remembering she had not called on his help yet did act as the water to cool her anger. Considering that he is not used to this, she was just as much to blame for his condition by not being more insistent or checking in on him.
That was it; she was putting her foot down.
“I am not going to be leaving when this is done,” She stated flatly, glaring down at him.
“Lyra,” Nightmare started, and Lyra had enough.
“I do not want to hear it. I know that they are your…,” She looked at the children who stared up at her in their fuzzy pajamas. She needed to be mindful of the words she used around them. “Responsibility. But, I am insisting, no, demanding you let me help.”
“Thank you,” Nightmare signed and smiled at her, and that surprised her.
“No argument this time?” She asked while tilting her head.
“I was going to ask you to stay,” Nightmare said, then stood and looked at the boys. “I admit defeat. They are indeed my responsibility, but it was one I will now accept that I was not ready for.”
He looked back at her, and she sighed, feeling her anger settle further. Well, at least that is sorted out. “Good… Now, to bed with you,” She said.
“aren’t you going to give him a good night kiss?” Killer asked with a big smile. She suspected that one knew what he was doing at this point.
“I do not think that will be,” Nightmare started, but no, Lyra would not let this moment slide. Now, she couldn’t place the kind of kiss she wanted with the young audience they currently had. But she could get away with a nice little peck on the head.
Leaning over, she gave Nightmare a small kiss on the top of his skull and grinned as he froze. His face got that adorable blush she loved so much. “There, now, bed.”
“Be good for Lyra,” Nightmare said quietly to the boys while staring at the floor. Oh, who would have suspected that the dark guardian, who was so bold and confident at most times, could be turned into someone so bashful with a single kiss? It will be a secret of his she will keep, as it is actually a sorrowful testament to how unaccustomed he is to affection.
Once he could, he looked up at Lyra, “and… thank you.”
“we will!” Replied Killer.
“don’t worry, mr. night! we will be on our bestest behavior!” Cross added.
“It is just best, Cross. Best means that you will be excelling and unable to do any better,” Nightmare gently corrected before yawning. He made his way out the door, tendrils dragging on the floor behind him. The poor dear truly was exhausted, and yet, here he was, still doing what he could for the boys. It was rather endearing how devoted of a father figure he was, even if he will deny it.
Dust was becoming fidgety as he watched Nightmare leave. Thankfully, Ferrous walked over, and the small boy started to pet the dog. It seemed to calm Dust enough that he looked back at her without so much nervousness.
Lyra looked at the group and hummed. “Alright, I am about to make dinner. Can I trust you four to play quietly in here while Mr. Night sleeps?”
Cross raised his hand, and she chuckled at how cute that was. Killer’s hand shot up shortly after, and she nodded. “Alright, Cross first, what is it?”
“can i help make dinner?” Cross asked.
“me too! that’s what i wanted to ask!” Killer added.
“wasn’t it your ‘helping’ that made mr. night call a babysitter?” Horror asked with a frown.
“that’s because i was helping by myself. this time, she will be there!” Killer answered.
“Alright, why don’t you all come with me instead? You can either help or play quietly in the kitchen while I work on dinner,” Lyra replied. That seemed to appease them, and they followed her as they left the room. At one point, she glanced back to do a quick head count… Killer… Cross… Horror…
Looking further down the hall, she saw Dust standing still as he stared in the direction of Nightmare’s bedroom. Lyra stopped and turned fully; the others stopped and followed her gaze back to the little skeleton clinging to his dog while staring at Nightmare’s door. “Wait here,” she told the others as she made her way to Dust. She knelt down near the young skeleton and asked, “Child, what is wrong?”
“if i say i’m not hungry, can i go take a nap with mr. night…?,” There were tears in the boy’s sockets. Nightmare had said that Dust, as an adult, tended to hang around him more than the others, especially on ‘bad days.’ Considering the child’s past and the peace and safety Nightmare has likely been providing Dust’s younger self, that shadow behavior appears to have turned into clinginess.
“I think Mr. Night would like you to have dinner to keep your body strong and healthy. Do you not agree?” She asked.
Dust looked at the ground and nodded.
“How about this? Since we both know Mr. Night would want you to have dinner, you come with me and eat first. If you are tired after you eat and promise to be quiet and sleep, I see no reason why you could not go nap with him,” Lyra compromised. “Does that sound fair?”
That seemed to do the trick, and the child nodded. “ferrous, too?”
“Ah…” Oh dear… would Nightmare want the dog in his bed? “Well, we will see. Maybe Ferrous will want some outside time after dinner instead.”
“oh… okay,” Dust replied and looked at the dog as he petted him.
Lyra stood and offered a hand to Dust. He looked at the hand for a moment, then reached up and put his tiny hand in hers. Together, they walked over to the others and then down the hall. Killer insisted on holding her other hand, which led to Horror holding Killer’s free hand and Cross holding Dust’s free hand.
Once the children were all gathered again, they continued to the kitchen. Along the way, she had asked them what they wanted for dinner. After some discussion amongst each other, they had decided on tomato soup and grilled cheese, or three out of four did. Dust was quiet and just shrugged when asked if that was okay. Based on things said, they had tomato soup once already, so he knew what that was. But the complaint from Killer about how long it had been since he had a grilled cheese hinted that was why Dust was so quiet. It may be new food for him, but it shouldn’t be too hard on him if he still has some sensitivity after all this time.
She had each child help make their sandwich after she had doctored the canned soup, so it was the best it could be. They stood on the stool two at a time and flipped their sandwiches when she said so. Then, once the food was ready, she plated the grilled cheeses and poured the tomato soup into mugs while telling the boys to go sit. They sat at the table and ate, looking as pleased as possible.
“thank you for helping, ma’am,” Horror then said.
“You are welcome,” Lyra smiled.
“mr. night was very happy to see you! i think… we caused him too much trouble,” Killer sighed and looked down at his crumb-filled plate. “we didn’t mean to be trouble, ms. lyra.”
“I know you did not, and so does Mr. Night. I warned him, though, that four children is a lot of responsibility for anyone to take on without prior experience with raising one,” She picked up a napkin and handed it to Killer. “I am sure he was doing well for a while there, but now he has me to help him.”
“he came home hurt a few times,” Dust said quietly, and that startled her.
“Hurt?” She asked.
“uh huh, and we don’t know why, ms. Lyra,” Cross confirmed, then frowned. “he would go out to buy groceries or something but reappear later and say that he will try again later. he said they didn’t have what he was looking for or stuff like that and for us to play quietly. but we could see he was hurt.”
Nightmare… why did you wait so long? But she knew why. It wasn’t just stubbornness but the fact he was not used to turning to others for help. Sure, he had his henchmen, but they were not usually so dependent on him. Still, he does care for them and sees them as his responsibility.
He forgets she is willing to share in that, even when they are rambunctious adults.
“ms. lyra?” Dust spoke up, and she looked over at the child. “may i go take a nap now?”
“Are the rest of you tired?” She asked.
“nu-uh! i’m not ready for bed yet!” Killer replied.
“can we play for a while longer?” Cross asked.
“i’m not tired yet, either,” Horror added.
“Alright, wait here at the table. I will be right back,” she said before scooping up Dust. The child clung to her and nuzzled his face against her shoulder. In silence, they made their way to Nightmare’s room, and she quietly knocked. When there was no reply, she walked in and over to the large bed, one clearly made for a king.
That was Nightmare, a fan of the finer things in life.
It appears he had changed into pajamas but didn’t get any further than opening his covers and lying down before passing out. Nightmare was sleeping on his stomach, which made sense with the tentacles attached to his back. One of which was hanging off the bed and touching the floor. With care to not wake the sleeping guardian or disrupt Dust in her arms, she used her foot to lift the tendril up part of the way, then reached with a hand to grab it and place it on the bed.
She then placed Dust on the bed next to Nightmare. The child crawled closer and snuggled up to Nightmare’s shoulder. The dark skeleton shifted a little but did not wake. The tentacle closest to Dust moved and curled around the child protectively. Lyra smiled before tucking them both in under the blankets. Leaning over, she gave Dust a kiss on the head, then gave one more “goodnight kiss” to the sleeping guardian. With them settled, she left the room so they could sleep peacefully.
She now had three others to attend to, plus the pets. Ferrous followed her down the hall as she walked, reminding her with his presence of all the responsibilities she now had. Nightmare might have wanted her to wake him after ten minutes, but she wasn’t going to do that. It has been close to an hour, and he still needed rest. He can trust her to care for the boys and their animals, but if he genuinely believed she was going to wake him so soon, then he was sorely mistaken. Lyra was going to make sure he got the rest he needed.
Once he has his needed rest, then they can share this workload.
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#GoopTales#This really is mostly sweet sweet fluff#:3c#The Fluff will continue for a while#I hope those who know my writing style understand what that means#Nightmare!sans#dadmare#more goodnight kisses!#cross!sans#killer!sans#horror!sans#dust!sans#Sci is still working on the reversal#it is taking a while to make#FuzzyNight#Lyra!toriel#Balance!toriel
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