#Horror X Cross

[ciphmoomew]

cross and horror !!!

they care so much for each other—i know cause they told me

BIGGEST HC IS THAT SKELETONS CAN PURR BTW !!! ITS SO FUXKING CUTE AND MAKES ME HAPPY GAHGH

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

self indulgent horross doodles just because i can >B)

[qininqinin]

Mutts don't play nice

[Horror x Cross, animal play, pet play, collar use, implied breeding kink, bite kink, fear play, ecto body, dry humping (?)…]

note: there you go @what-have-i-unleashed, ngl I'm embarrassed about my delay, but it's finally done!

A suppressed whimper slipped from his throat, crawling down his spine as his figure was illuminated by the large red orb of Horror. 

Cross, still curled up at the foot of the bed, didn’t hesitate to hide on the other side, poking his head out just to watch the other skeleton — who continued to gaze at him from the doorway. A growl rumbled from his ribs; coarse, deep, scratching at Cross's drooping little ears.

A creak echoed through the room, and Cross quickly realized that Horror was approaching with cautious steps, crawling on all fours toward his hiding spot. He sniffed the air a few times before huffing, the orb focused on the small glimpse it could see of the curled-up skeleton.

Before Cross could slip under the bed — where only he would fit, safe from the other’s teeth — Horror quickly yanked him by the tail, eliciting high-pitched whines from Cross's mouth.

In one moment, Cross was trying to escape Horror's large hands; in the next, his body was pinned beneath the weight of the other’s ribs. With his belly up, Cross had no choice but to squirm, his little white dots trembling and fixed on Horror’s massive mouth, filled with thick, sharp teeth.

Like him, Horror had also summoned a pair of dog-like ears — both red and plump. A bit of drool dripped from Horror’s chin, landing mischievously on Cross’s face - it was disgusting.

He didn't even have time to howl for help, not when his voice broke into fresh whimpers as Horror's hips started rocking against his body - it was slow, as if he was testing, waiting for something. The newly bought collar around his neck was swiftly ripped off by the hound above him, torn to shreds by his teeth — giving him more space to spread his saliva along Cross's vertebrae.

Cross soon had his neck explored by Horror's fat tongue; licking, marking his scent on him. Everything was happening so quickly; Cross didn’t even know how to react! His soul raced so fast beneath his ribs that he was sure Horror could hear it - along with his whines and broken huffs.

A harsh thrust against his pelvis made him grab onto the other's clothes, the sharp tips of his phalanges tearing the old coat Horror was wearing. Cross could feel his hips being gripped tightly before a new pressure was rocked against his body. He couldn’t even look down.

Cross shouted a loud whine when Horror summoned bulge was rocked against him again; and again and again - without a pace or goal. He could feel his back scratching against the floor of his own room, the bed beside them. 

All he could hear were his own moans — startled, sly — and Horror's animalistic growls at his neck, breathing against his vertebrae as the hound thrust against his protected pelvis.

That’s too fast! Cross couldn’t help but think, feeling his magic starting to form from his ribs down, It’s too fast! He can feel his eye lights rolling back into his skull as Horror sinks his teeth in his neck.

A string of marrow oozing from the bite.

.

.

.

Cross suddenly felt his body freed, the weight of before vanishing abruptly. A pained moan escapes his mouth as his fresh wound is exposed to the cold air.

“Unbelievable; I let you loose for five minutes, and you already want to breed the new pup.” Killer yanked on Horror’s collar forcefully, not caring at all about the choking sounds coming from him. “And you’re a dumb mutt too — you didn’t even take his shorts off!”

Cross's little white dots shrank in fear at Killer's appearance — and they trembled even more as Killer's attention shifted to him.

A smug smile spread across Killer's face when he noticed the damp spot on Cross's shorts, faintly glowing purple. “Don’t worry, Criss Cross,” he cooed, tilting his head to the side while still pulling Horror by the neck. “After I give this mutt a good punishment, I’ll come play with you, okay?”

[flowerscentedartist]

Cross: *pretends to stretch casually*

Cross: *puts his arm around Horror's shoulders*

Horror: *cuddle*

Killer, watching them enviously: *glances at Dust*

Killer: *tries to put his arm around Dust and elbows him accidentally in the face*

Dust: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[badsanspoly]

Day 2 - Romance

Horror x Cross short oneshot

(Ignore some mistakes I made this was made in a rush 🙏 sorry guys! Also i know its not the second anymore, hushh)

It was early in the morning, and hearing Cross exercising in the training room was no surprise to Horror. As he exited his bedroom, Horror could hear the loud grunts echoing through the halls of the castle as Cross practiced his fighting skills with a dummy. That poor dummy must’ve gone through some things, it was completely torn in different places and overall completely demolished, yet Nightmare refused to get a new one. He said the current one could still be used and he’d get a new one once this one was beaten to a pulp.

The ex-guard finally stopped slashing at the dummy after a few minutes, panting loudly as he let his comically large knife slip out of his hand and dissipate into thin air. He rubbed his forehead, wiping the beads of sweat on it as he tried to catch his breath.

Horror admired Cross, very much so. When he first met the other he had already noticed how professional and precise he was. It was sort of expected that Horror eventually found himself with feelings for Cross, which ended up being the case for the others too. How could someone not like a man like him? He was kind, did everything he could for his loved ones, and was extremely attractive. Cross was the kind of guy that girls would go crazy about in high school.

Horror got pulled back to reality as Cross went to the other side of the training room to get a bottle of water, which caught Horror’s attention. He finally remembered why he was here: to get Cross to bed.

He pushed the door open further and walked in, quietly making his way behind Cross until he stood behind him. Horror swiftly had his arms wrapped around Cross in a hug, which made Cross smile softly. He put his free hand on Horror’s arm, tilting his head up to stare at his taller boyfriend. “Hey,” Cross said with a sleepy look on his face. Horror squeezed Cross gently, pulling Cross closer in the hug; the action made Cross smile more. “Hey, muffin,” Horror responded, nuzzling Cross’ head with his nose.

“You’re supposed ‘t be ‘n bed,” Horror scolded, keeping Cross in place even as he tried to put his bottle down, he instead took another sip of the water. “I know.”

After a little bit of squirming, Cross finally managed to get out of the tight hug so he could put his bottle on the bench. Horror couldn’t help but think something was wrong, Cross was always one to take his emotions out in the gym, especially very early in the morning.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Horror asked, staring at Cross’ back as he didn’t turn to face him. “I’m okay, H. Don’t worry about it,” Cross said after a sigh, wrapping his arm around himself, basically hugging himself. Horror wished Nightmare were awake, as he was MUCH more experienced with this kind of thing. But he was having a nice and peaceful sleep, Horror could never interrupt that. The way Horror comforts people is with physical affection and food, it seems to work mostly. Sometimes not so much. Horror was unsure if it’d work in this situation, but it didn't hurt to try.

“Alright,” Horror sighed too, looking away for a second. “Wanna get food, since you’re awake? I’m pretty hungry.

Cross chuckled at that, Horror was always hungry. “Sure, I’m a bit sweaty, though,” Cross looked down at himself, releasing his hands from his arms to look at them. His black shirt was drained. “Let’s get ya cleaned up first then,” Horror said, pulling Cross in another hug that Cross couldn’t get out of anymore.

There was a convenient shower room attached to the training room, one that Cross or the rest of the group used after working out or training. Cross protested as Horror took him to the shower, Cross thought that ‘getting him cleaned up’ meant using a wet towel or something. He was wrong and was pushed into the shower with Horror joining him. This wasn’t the first time any of them had showered together, it was a common thing they did for either fun or just for the company. Horror didn’t necessarily need to shower, but he wanted in any way, making Cross blush throughout the whole thing as Horror ‘showered’ him with love.

Once they were out of the shower, Horror took it upon himself to dry and dress Cross before doing so himself, planting many kisses on Cross’ face as he did so. Despite Cross often being the professional little ex-guard he was trained to be, it was easy to fluster him. Horror loved seeing that handsome face light up like a gyftmas tree with just the smallest action of affection.

Cross was now dressed in a white t-shirt with shorts, and Horror wearing an oversized grey shirt with shorts, they were both extremely comfortable. Horror held Cross’ hand as they walked down the stairs in the direction of the kitchen so they could get food for themselves. At this point, Horror didn't care about bringing Cross to bed anymore, only to love Cross and distract him from whatever was bothering him. It seemed to be working, as Cross had completely forgotten what he was upset about.

Horror lifted Cross from the floor and placed him on the counter, giving him one last kiss on the lips before going to the fridge. Horror had decided to feed Cross and himself fruits, fruits were always good. He retrieved two translucent containers that held strawberries and grapes in them from the fridge and placed them beside Cross on the counter. He opened the container with the grapes in it and offered it to Cross, who took it with a smile.

“Thanks, H,” Cross said after a bit of silent eating, looking at the other who leaned back against the container as he ate a strawberry. “Hmn? For what, muffin?” He asked, making sure not to talk with his mouth full as he turned to Cross. “For… all this. The shower, the food, ... you.” Cross’ face turned a little purple again with blush as he said this, turning his head away from Horror so he didn't face him. Horror smiled brightly, if he possessed a tail it would definitely be wagging at rapid speed. The container full of strawberries was quickly set aside before Horror gently grabbed Cross’ face and kissed him. The action surprised Cross for a moment until he started kissing back, setting his container aside too as the two begun kissing passionately.

Horror had leaned into Cross, Cross having his arms wrapped around Horror’s neck as they stayed pressed against each other for a long time. Breath? Never heard of her. They didn’t need to breathe, they could survive as long as they were together.

The intimate moment was soon interrupted as they heard footsteps approaching, both of them having to sadly pull away from each other. They both knew who had come inside the kitchen, Killer. They both turned their heads to face the skeleton who wore nothing but just boxers, meaning he had woken up before Dust and Nightmare.

“… That was hot, dude,” he said softly, but loud enough for the duo to hear.

Cross grabbed a strawberry and threw it at Killer’s face, it splashing on his forehead.

“Hey!” “Dude, get out!”

THE END （╹◡╹)

[what-have-i-unleashed]

contributing to horror x cross (what is even their ship name)

for @qininqinin i am awaiting your response

(cw: petplay, blood, heavy petting, public sex (kinda), yes this is a lemon, yes cross is a feral dogboy in this (you know who to blame))

horror stands in the open snowy field, leaning on his axe as he taps rhythmically on the handle. it has been around ten minutes since he ordered his hound to catch the pesky rabbit - he isn't worried, and he can be patient.

a crunch in the snow. horror whips his skull around, only to see the familiar sight of his hound on all four, his white fur stained with red, the still prey in his mouth. cross paces towards horror, clearly excited by the hunt. he drops the rabbit at the feet of horror's feet then looks up, eyes full of unrestrained anticipation, mouth sticky with animal blood.

not the one to refuse a clear attention for praise, horror kneels down to cross' level and pats his head.

"you've done great, crossy," he coos, smiling wide as cross leans into his touch. "who's a good boy? you are. you're a good boy, aren't ya?"

cross whines under his ministrations. the hunting hound sits on his hinds, eyes closed, panting as horror gives him scritches under his collar. he tilts his head, whining, begging horror with half-lit eyelights to touch behind his acoustic meatus. snickering, horror complies, which earns him an enthusiastic purr.

"ok, lie down, crossy. time to get your treat."

cross hastily obeys, lying down on the snow and exposing his belly. horror carefully traces his hands down cross' body, exploring and playing with it like a fiddle. cross gives little whines and whimpers as he feels himself getting more and more simulated. the heat is getting to his face as he tries to control his reactions to no avail.

horror is adamant to see cross unravel. he places his hand between cross's thighs and starts rubbing through the shorts. cross gives a surprised yelp as he abandons his shame and grinds his crotch against horror's hand. his face flushed purple and his pants are accompanied with messy wet sounds of his saliva drooling from his mouth. he watches, enraptured, as his body is played with, rewarded for his good work.

"good boy deserves a reward," horror murmurs to him, and he nods dumbly.

i'm a good boy, his mind provides, playing the sounds from horror's filthy mouth like a broken record. i'm a good boy. good boy deserves a reward. good boy-

cross comes with a stilted gasp. he almost bites down on his tongue by habit, trying to silence himself. his toes curled in the cold snow, as his body gives an involuntary jerk.

when he comes down, cross pants with half his face buried in the snow, recovering his breath. he sees a shadow cast over him and looks from the corner of his eye, too worn out to lift his head.

horror is kneeling over his head, holding out his hand covered in cross' release, a beatific smile on his face.

"come on, clean up after your mess, crossy."

cross stares at the sticky hand offered to him, then at the glowing bulge in horror's pants. he lolls out his tongue, eyes cast down, and starts to lick. his body is buzzing with magic again.

[glamoureddreamer]

A sick Cross

Undertale (Bad sans poly)

Warnings: angst, fluff, emetophobia warning(fear of vomiting), depression, self worth issues (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one is in need of help in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know it gets better <3

“Cross.” Nightmare says appearing in front of him. Cross jumps coming out of his daze.

“Y-yes boss?” Cross stands up to show respect, he wobbles a little. His skull was pounding, he had to stifle a groan.

“I’ve called your name a few times,” Cross’s sockets widen.

“I’m sorry-“

“Are you alright?” Nightmare asked with a gentle tone that Cross had never heard from him.

“What..?”

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting off all day, if you need anyone to speak to you can always confide in me.”

“Y-yes I’m okay,” He lied. Cross felt his anxiety spike up, if Nightmare knew he was sick surely he would get upset. He didn’t have time to rest, he needed to do his job.

“What is the matter?” Nightmares asked seeing right through his lie.

“I-“

“Don’t lie this time.”

“I’m sorry boss, I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, he was really tired he also just happened to feel sick. Nightmare gave him a look of skepticism.

“You haven’t had much to eat today… Just because you are new doesn’t mean you need to hide yourself from me, you are safe here. You can trust me.”

Cross didn’t know how to answer, a part of him truly wanted to believe that but he knew better. Why was Nightmare being nice- he didn’t deserve it.

“But,” Nightmare says, not sounding entirely convinced. “If you truly are just tired, why not head to bed, then? I‘ll have the others handle the rest of your chores.”

Cross stared at him for a moment in hesitation. He felt guilty, he needed to push through and do his job. It was his turn to do the household chores.

“No boss I can-” He asked.

“It was not a request, go lay down. It’s an order.” Nightmare said sternly but still in a caring manner, Cross froze before nodding.

“Yes, boss.” He said before slowly turning away and walking to his room.

Cross felt bad about turning down the Horror’s food again.

Horror always seemed very unhappy if he refused to eat. Horror’s food was good, so good but he just wasn’t hungry and the thought of eating didn’t seem appealing. Eating only made him feel worse, besides he didn’t deserve it.

Cross pushed open his door which felt much heavier than before. He sighs and gets out of his million layers of clothes, he felt so hot but so cold. He knew he was sick but he could push it aside, he’ll probably feel better in the morning anyway.

Cross lays down in his bed in nothing but a blank t-shirt and shorts. He covers up and shuts the lights off. His mind drifts off to Nightmare and his gang.

They all seemed so welcoming to him when Nightmare took him in less than a month ago. Like he was a part of their family. Why? Why was Nightmare nice to him? Nightmare is the embodiment of negativity, wasn’t he supposed to be evil and uncaring? Was this just a plan to take him down?

He thinks of many terrible things before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

~~~

Cross woke up suddenly from a bad dream about his home au.

He was quick to sit up breathing heavily, he felt so disoriented.

Even though he was tired, scared, and confused he felt his stomach start to turn.

Cross‘s sockets widen he quickly takes the covers off and gets out the bed. He tried to run to the bathroom but falls to the floor, everything was spinning.

Cross on his hands and knees pukes onto the once shiny marble floor. Cross shook violently as he threw up all his stomach contents.

Cross began to cry, he didn’t fully understand why.

Was it pain? Was it because it scared him?

He wanted Nightmare.

That thought shocked him but he’ll think about it later. It felt like his whole body was on fire, especially his stomach. He couldn’t stop the sobs that tore through him with every few ragged breaths he took.

Cross begins to dry heave over the puddle of puke.

A hand gently touched his back, his breath hitches as he looks up in fear and relief.

It was Nightmare, and his soul sank.

“B-boss..?” He managed to choke out through his sobs. Nightmare kneeled next to him taking in the situation.

Nightmare began to rub his back soothingly. Cross immediately felt relief.

Though it felt good Cross was still quick to try and pull away.

It hurt his soul to do so, he wanted to be held, and be told it was okay. He didn’t deserve it, especially not now. He made a mess, Nightmare was surely pissed at him.

He began to hyperventilate at the thought of Nightmare being mad at him. He was going to put him back in his empty au- all alone.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t m-mean to ruin the f-floor!” Cross says crying harder, Nightmare carefully takes Cross’s hand and rubs it.

“Shh, shh…” Nightmare hushed him gently.

“Please! Pl-please don’t abandon me!”

“Shhh, Cross, it’s okay. I’m not going to abandon you…”

Cross tried to speak, but all that came out were miserable sobs and heavy breaths as tears poured down his face.

He was nauseous, dizzy, and hot. He just wanted to go back to sleep, he didn’t was Nightmare to leave.

“Are you able to stand?” Nightmare softly asked when Cross’s sobs had subsided.

Cross tries to force himself to stand, but his arms shake. He felt so weak, he whimpered. It took a few moments and Nightmare had to help him stand, but he carefully brought the sick skeleton to his bathroom.

Cross hovered over the toilet, it felt like he had to puke but nothing was coming out.

Nightmare sat next to him, gently rubbing his back. Cross dry heaves into the toilet, tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt so frustrated and just wanted to feel better.

He needed to be better so Nightmare doesn’t abandon him.

“Cross,” Nightmare said gently, squeezing his shoulder a little. “Take some deep breaths for me, okay?”

Cross tearfully followed Nightmare’s instructions to breathe in and out. While Cross practiced breathing Nightmare praised him.

“You're doing so good Cross, it’s okay just focus on breathing and me okay?”

Cross’s soul ached he only wanted to cry more from the praise, he didn’t deserve it.

Nightmare eventually stopped and Cross was able to fully calm down. Now he only hiccuped softly. Once he was calm Nightmare gently touches Cross’s head.

“You’re burning up,” He said with a worried sigh.

“Do you still feel like getting sick?” Cross thought for a moment before shaking his head slowly.

“Then I’ll be right back, okay?”

Cross wanted to shake his head in protest, but he didn’t was Nightmare to leave. He didn’t want to be alone, tears fill his sockets again when Nightmare left anyway. Cross pulled his knees to his chest, trying his best not to cry.

A hand touched his shoulder he looked up hoping for Nightmare but instead found Dust and Horror.

Horror was kneeling by him. Dust pulls his hand away and gets on Cross’s other side.

“Can I sit?” Cross nods carefully, finding it a little strange he asked.

Before Cross could even ask why they were there, Horror laid his broken skull on Cross’s shoulder.

“It…‘kay..we… here…now...” Horror spoke slowly. It greatly comforted Cross, but he still wondered why they were here and more importantly why they cared.

“Nightmare told us to come watch you, he said you are scared to be alone.” Dust said as if reading his mind.

Oh. So they didn’t want to be here...

“You can go then,” Cross whispered curling himself up tighter.

“I don’t want to feel like you guys have to do this.” Tears roll down his face, Horror hugs him tightly.

Dust shifted slightly then his head was pulled up by his chin. Dust forced him to look at him.

“That’s not what I meant. We want to help you, we want to be here for you. But you need to let us in.” Dust wipes Cross’s face cleaning the vomit off him. He throws the toilet paper into the trash and carefully wipes the skeleton's tears.

“I was very untrusting of Nightmare and the others too, I don’t think there’s any Sans out there who throws his trust towards anyone but Nightmare is good.” Cross couldn’t find his voice, it’s not that he didn’t trust them. He did, more than he’d like to admit.

“He makes sure we are all safe, taken care of, and happy,” Killer said from the doorway, he wore the same grin he always did but it was different. He seemed worried. His soul that was usually a target was now an inverted heart.

“I…” Cross says looking for the right words to say, debating if he should even say this.

“I don’t deserve that.. any of it.” He whispers, and he pulls his head away from Dust’s hands.

“Being happy?” Dust asked.

“That’s dumb I knew you were an idiot.” Killer chuckled. Nightmare came up from behind Killer, Error was at his side.

“Cross I have never seen anyone so selfless-“

“Oh! My pride!” Killer joked trying to ease the tension.

“Hush, You are deserving of happiness and love. I am so sorry you beloved otherwise.”

Cross looked at the floor as Nightmare spoke. Horror and Dust both got up from beside him.

They were probably leaving him...

Right when Cross thought they were leaving someone picked him up. He made a noise in surprise.

“Horror?” He said nothing as all of them walked out of his now clean room and down the halls stopping at one room.

It was Nightmare’s bedroom. Cross only knew it was his room because the door was a deep purple, Nightmare had told him if he ever needed him that he would be here or in his office.

“What if I get sick?” Cross asked being laid down in the huge comfortable bed.

“I put a bucket right on the floor. Just lean over it if you start to feel bad.”

“But what if I-“ Nightmare stops him.

“Whatever your about to say it’ll be okay, we’re not worried about anything in here getting thrown up on. We are here to comfort you.”

Cross only nodded.

“Can we get into bed with you?” Nightmare asked politely, Cross nodded.

“To do what?”

“Cuddle you of course- damn that fever must’a knocked up your brain.” Killer chuckles.

Nightmare cuddles Cross on one side on the other Horror cuddles him. Dust cuddles Horror and Killer cuddles Nightmare. Error made a hammock with his strings and laid in it close to the bed.

Cross felt much better like he could be happy. Cross could feel him being pulled into a peaceful sleep by Nightmare rubbing his back.

“Thank you,” Cross whispered sleep taking over him.

“You don’t have to thank us for taking care of you, we all love you Cross.” Nightmare whispers back to the already sleeping skeleton.

He places a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Cross.”

[a-whispering-echo]

The Massage

a oneshot i have already posted on my AO3 for my Band Au, though i thought i'd post here, in case anyone on here would like to read it without being on AO3 <3

Horror + Cross - background BSP - human Au.

The night was quiet, the quiet hum of the air conditioning soothing in the darkness that enveloped the living room. Horror sat in his wheelchair, his legs stretched out in front of him, but his face contorted with pain. His fisted hands clenched and unclenched as he took deep breaths.

Cross noticed the pained expression on Horror's face from where he was sitting on the couch, and concern filled his eyes. He had known about Horror's chronic pain, of course he did, how could he not, but seeing him in distress always tugged at his heartstrings. Without a second thought, he got up from the couch and made his way over to his partner.

"Hey, you okay, Horror?"

Horror glanced at Cross, his big brown eye meeting Cross's gaze. "It's okay just... leg cramps, nothing new, I'll be fine." His smile was forced, clearly a put-up mask to hide his pain.

"You don't have to pretend with me," The blond frowned, upset that his partner felt the need to lie to him.

"It's just... it's frustrating," Horror admitted, his voice soft. "I hate feeling like a burden, and I hate that my body won't cooperate with me. I can't do the things I used to, and it's hard not to feel useless sometimes."

He looked away, his eye welling up with tears. "I don't understand why you even care for me," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm not pretty like the others, I can't even fucking walk properly."

The bassist knelt down in front of him, gently taking his partner's hands in his own. "Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "You are so much more than your ability to walk. You are talented, beautiful in every way, and so SO strong. "

He leaned in closer, his soft pink eyes locking onto Horror's brown one. "This face of yours?" He paused, and Horror tensed in preparation for the scorn that would surely come out of his mouth.

"It's beautiful," Cross said, his voice firm and genuine. "It always has been, and it always will, because the person who wears it is beautiful ."

It was a revelation for the drummer. He blinked in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. No one had ever called his face beautiful before, not since it shattered like his self-worth. His eye filled with tears, yet this time; tears of gratitude.

"You really mean that?" Horror asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Cross nodded, his fingers gently brushing against Horror's cheeks, caressing the scars and whipping away the tears. "I mean it with all my heart," he replied. "To me, you are the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out."

His heart tightened with emotions. He had spent so much of his life feeling self-conscious about his scars and his appearance, always trying to hide behind pretty fabrics and long auburn hair, he never thought someone could look past that and see the beauty he felt he lacked.

"Thank you...I - Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Teddy Bear. " The bassist smiled, his thumb gently whipping away another tear as it escaped Horror's eye. "I'm just telling you the truth you need to hear."

"Now," He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Horror's forehead, "Will you let me help you?"

Horror hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Cross's face for any signs of pity or condescension. But all he saw in the blond's eyes was love and genuine concern.

"Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Cross smiled, relief evident in his expression. "Let's get you on the sofa, can you stand on your own right now, or do you need a hand?"

Horror took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he attempted to stand on his own. He managed to push himself up, wincing at the pain shooting through his legs. However, he knew that he couldn't risk pushing himself too far, so he shook his head slightly.

"I'll... need some help," he admitted, voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Of course," Cross said softly, his arms gently wrapping around Horror's waist to support him. Together, Cross and Horror carefully manoeuvred to get the drummer out of his wheelchair and onto the sofa. With each step, Horror winced, his legs protesting against the movement. Cross supported most of his weight, making sure not to strain him further.

Once they finally settled on the sofa, Cross helped prop up pillows to make Horror more comfortable. "How does a massage sound, big guy?"

Horror's tense shoulders relaxed at the suggestion, and he nodded gratefully. "That sounds amazing right now," he replied, a small smile gracing his lips.

Cross gently positioned the taller on his side, propped up with pillows so that his legs wouldn't be too strained. The bassist took a moment to grab some massage oil and warm it between his hands before he started working on Horror's cramping legs.

At first, Horror winced with each touch, his muscles protesting against the pressure. But as Cross continued to work his magic, applying just the right amount of pressure and care, the pain slowly began to ebb away. The drummer's body melted into the touch, and he found himself sinking into the sensation of relief and comfort.

Cross worked his way up from Horror's legs to his back and shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with skilful hands. Horror let out soft sighs and moans of relief, feeling the pain slowly ease under Cross's touch.

"Feels good?" The blond asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"So good." The drummer slurred, his eye half-lidded in bliss.

"Good. You deserve this," Cross murmured, his fingers working their magic on Horror's back. "You deserve to be pampered and cared for, Teddy Bear. Don't ever think otherwise."

Horror's eye glistened with unshed tears, touched by Cross's words. He had spent so long feeling inadequate and self-conscious about his scars and his disability, but in that moment, he felt truly seen and loved.

As Cross continued the massage, the room was filled with a sense of intimacy and tenderness. The darkness outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little world. The hum of the air conditioning became a soothing melody, and the pain that had once gnawed at Horror's body was now just a distant memory.

"Listen to me, love: You are extraordinary," Cross whispered, his voice a gentle caress. "Your strength, your resilience, your beauty, both inside and out, it's all part of what makes you who you are. And I wouldn't change a single thing about you."

"...You know, when I first met you, all those years ago, I thought you were an angel," Horror confessed, his tone hushed, like a secret shared only between them, "And every day since then, you've only ever continued to prove me right."

Cross's heart swelled with emotion at Horror's words. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the drummer's forehead. "If I'm an angel, you're my guardian," Cross whispered back, his lips brushing against Horror's skin. "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

Their love was a sanctuary, a place of acceptance and tenderness where scars and pain didn't define them. In each other's arms, they found solace, and in their love, they found strength.

The night continued to envelop them in its quiet embrace, the darkness outside a stark contrast to the warmth and love that filled the living room.

[cherrio-krispz]

teehee

PLEAS E HELOP😭 they have chemistry!!!!!!!

Starts shipping them/j

[itsxroxannex]

Your dada is holding ur hand ����

I don't normally include error and cross in the bad sanses posts but because some of u simp for them too so why not add em :))

Nightmare belongs Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[fl00mie]

gay test

[zu-is-here]

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i just wanna see more of these two dorks interacting omg >:'D <333

[yeloenk]

hehe. many ship requests.... here u go....

i have NEVAR heard of error x horror btw. 10/10 creative rarepair /pos

i definitely dint forget to color errors hand. haha.

its so late and im so tired gn chat

[flowerscentedartist]

Cross: Hold the fuck up.

Horror: Excuse me?

Cross: I said hold the fuck up.

Horror:

Cross: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

[forgettingcrowbin]

Uhhhh quick thing to get me out of artblock,,, au where Brothers turn into a tree 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

Next order of business is the final dtiys doodles, and a few silly things I have planned 😳🤭❤️❤️