#NateMare Battle

[red-balloon12]

Okay so (this is for all NWTB peeps who are still into the egos) let’s pretend that Nate actually did do things with the egos beyond merch. What do you guys think would have been the plot? The one thing I think we can all agree on was that it would probably have been based on music videos. How would have the egos interacted with other egos (the ipliers, the septics and etc) in their respective lore? Let’s see if we can make this a thread.

[xjesslynne]

mare groaning/deep voiced is top tier, yes.

BUT.

might i offer you....mare moaning/whimpering?

[red-balloon12]

….yes. That’s all. Just yes.

The mental image of Mare singing CORPSE songs with zero difficulty at all while the other egos watch in a stunned silence just entered my head

[sneezemaster]

Predators (Natemare and Phantom)

I know may is over, but who cares I had to draw two more fish boys, this time Battle egos. Suggested as an Angler Fish(Natemare) and an Octopus(Phantom) by lovely @aspiderfrogjack I didn't have idea for the background so yeah...it's a little boring.

[iamvegorott]

If you're still takings fluffy prompts, what about Natemare comforting Madpat? I'm thinking about someone being rude to him while he was out of their house, which makes him cry. Whether Mare is there at the moment or Mad comes home to him, is up to you :)

I got a liiiiiittle carried away XD ----------

It was fine. It was fine. Everything was fine.

You’re overthinking. You’re working yourself up. 

You are being so dramatic.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

You. Are. Fine.

Mad swore his eyes were going to melt from how much they burned. Tears had been threatening to form his entire walk home and each second he was losing that battle more and more. He kept scolding himself for this reaction, but he couldn’t stop as the words replayed in his head over and over again.

Some of those words were so much harsher than others. Digging deep into who he was as a person, things he couldn’t change about himself, and it all hurt so much but like hell he was going to let them see him cry. 

Mad wished he would have gotten angry, would have pulled out his mallet, and lashed out. None of them would last against him, he’d knocked them all out so easily…

But his heart ached too much for violence. 

Hearing the clicking of the door seemed to be Mad's final straw, breaking what little restraint he had left and he was down.

Mad curled up into a ball in front of the door, hugging his knees as he started sobbing heavily. He had no choice in how loud his cry was, how he gasped for air between tears, his face getting hot and almost feeling like he was suffocating from burying it with his arms and legs yet he couldn’t pull away. 

“Mad? Is that you?” Mare asked as he made his way through the house. “Mad?” He quickly went over to Mad and crouched down. “Starlight, are you okay?” Mare rubbed at Mad’s arms, hoping to coax him out of the ball so he could breathe better. He wasn’t expecting Mad to come home upset. He had gone to the library, he was always happy when he came home from the library but here he was crying his heart out with no books. “Mad?” Mare did manage to get Mad to uncurl just enough to see his face, his own heart aching at the sight of Mad’s red face, puffy eyes, and tears rolling down his cheeks. “What happened?”

“There was…there was an event.” Mad sniffed.

“An event?” Mare was thankful that Mad was already breathing a bit more evenly so he could speak. 

“An author was there. I didn’t know them but I-I like hearing authors talk about their work and I…I got too excited and some other people saw me and they said-they called me-they...” Mad’s voice trailed off as a new wave of tears hit. 

“Come here, starlight. It’s okay.” Mare gently guided Mad to move over to him and wrapped his arms around him, getting him to stand as well. Once on his feet and feeling much safer in Mare’s arms, Mad whispered into Mare’s ear about what he had been called. Mare froze for a second, eyes darkening with anger but he shoved that down in favor of comforting Mad, not needing him to feel that emotion from him at that moment. “How about we make a coffee and call it a day?”

“Can we watch a movie instead?” Mad asked. 

“We can watch as many movies as you want,” Mare said, keeping an arm around Mad as he walked them out of the living room and to their bedroom. Mad had to be feeling terrible if he didn’t want coffee.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Mad voice was soft, eyes now half-closed and showing how much this wore him out. Mare had a feeling he wouldn’t stay awake for one movie, let alone several. 

“I’ll get everything set up.” Mare watched as Mad emptied his pockets before going into the connected bathroom. He was likely going to splash some cold water on his face to help get rid of that, as Mad would describe it, ‘gross feeling in his eyes’ after having strong emotions. Mare never questioned that since it always helped in the recovery process. 

The bathroom sink was running when Mad’s phone started buzzing and Mare saw that it was the library calling and he decided to answer it himself. 

“This is Mare.” Mare introduced himself by name, knowing that most of the librarians who knew Mad also knew that Mare was his boyfriend. He nodded along to what the librarian said, their apology for what Mad went through and they made promises that there would be consequences for the ones that insulted Mad. “Thank you. I appreciate that and I know Mad will as well. By chance, does your library have security cameras? It’s just a reassurance thing for me.” Mare added a charming chuckle and nodded again as he got his answer. “Thank you again. I’ll be sure to fill Mad in on everything. You all have a lovely evening.” He waited for the librarian’s farewell before hanging up. 

Mare ran his tongue over his teeth, glaring at the ground as he ran an idea through his head. He cracked his knuckles to have his magic go, using it to multitask and set everything up in the room for Mad’s soon return. Mare kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a focused breath as he kept his magic going, moving around the room in a thick purple mist. 

“Mare?” Mad asked from the opened bathroom door, a confused tilt to his head since he had felt some of Mare’s anger again and wasn’t expecting to see Mare’s magic. 

“I got impatient.” Mare chuckled and with another breath, the mist was gone. 

“Did you get cold?” Mad pointed to the sweater that rested on Mare’s lap.

“Nope. This is for you.” Mare stood up and handed Mad the sweater and a closer look let Mad see that it was one of Mare’s oversized ones, one of his favorites to steal. “I’m going to take a turn in the bathroom, you get changed and comfortable in the bed. You can start the movie as well.” 

“Thank you, Mare.” Mad kissed Mare’s cheek. 

“Anything for you, starlight.” Mare held Mad’s face with a hand and kissed him in return. “I’ll be right back.” He spoke against Mad’s lips. 

“Okay.” Mad hummed happily and had a light smile when Mare pulled away. 

Mare slipped into the bathroom and by the time he was out, Mad was tucked under the covers, hugging Mare’s pillow and half-asleep as he watched the movie. He looked so precious, the sweater being too large for him, how he nuzzled his head against the pillow, and how his eyes lit up a bit when he saw Mare. 

“I am too weak for this man.” Mare joked to himself when Mad put the pillow back and held an arm out to Mare, silently asking him to get into the bed. It wasn’t that hard for Mad to convince Mare to do most things. Kicking his shoes off and sliding under the covers, Mare wrapped his arm around Mad once more as Mad moved to rest his head on his chest, relaxing almost instantly. Mare ran his fingers through Mad’s hair, letting him rest, and wasn’t shocked at seeing Mad’s breathing getting slower and deeper the longer they lay together. 

When Mare was sure that Mad was fully out of it, he reached over for his phone, sending a quick text to Anti and Phantom for them to meet up later to help him with a ‘job’.

He was going to make those fuckers pay.

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@bookwormscififan

[phant0mh34rt]

Ghost Town

A/N: Random idea I got from a pinterest quote with the nwtb egos…enjoy! Also sorry if there are spelling errors, It’s midnight as I write this.

Three years.

Natemare Battle had seen some stuff in three years, but nothing to this scale. Mass destruction, chaos, and loss..how he and Skelly were still alive was a mystery to even him. Correction, how he was still alive. NateSkellington, called Skelly by the others and known by all as “The King of Halloween”, was severely ill. He couldn’t be closer to death…somehow he was still here. Phantom and Sharper had left two years ago to persue their own interests, Jessi and Bones were missing, and the others..? Dead.

As the puppet ego walked the empty streets, he couldn’t help but wonder why this had all happened. I mean surely Nathan wouldn’t let this happen to his egos!! Why hadn’t he come to see us? He asked himself this daily, yet deep down he knew the answer: Nathan didn’t care, and the reason they were all gone was because he forgot about us, THEY forgot about us..he kept walking. Mare wouldn’t let that bother them for now.

Imagine his surprise when they ran straight into Nathan. Stumbling back, he took a look at the man who stared right back. “Well, haven’t you changed?”, he asked helping Mare. “Yeah. That happens.” Natemare responded coldly to his comment. How was he supposed to react? He’d ignored them all for years and then he just shows up again. The other male looked around. “What happened here…? Looks like a Ghost Town-where’s Heathen? And Christmas? What about Skelly??”

Natemare stared at him. He…he didn’t know. Of course he didn’t. “Dead. No thanks to you.” “What’s that supposed to mean-“ He got cut off. “YOU LEFT US ALONE FOR YEARS, NATHAN. FORGOT ABOUT HALF OF US. AND BECAUSE OF THAT PEOPLE DIED. PEOPLE LEFT. I HAVEN’T SEEN PHANTOM IN YEARS. SKELLY COULD DIE ANY DAY NOW. WHY DID YOU LEAVE US? WHY??” Mare snapped. He was so tired of loosing everyone he cared about. Nathan stared at him with a far off look, as if he wasn’t there.

“Hello??? ANSWER ME. YOU OWE ME THAT AT LEAST.” Nathan looked at him and sighed. “Any time I look at you, I wonder where the hell I went wrong, and then I remember. You’re the reason my lifes a mess. You’re my failure.” The other had no reaction at first, as Nathan started to apologize, but it was too late. Words had been spoken, too late to take back now. Nate kept apologizing, before returning to his spaced out self, his eyes glassed over and staring straight into Mares soul.

“Stop staring at me like that, with fake ‘pity’ in your eyes. All I am to you is a failure, right?” No response, just the same stare. He was getting tired of this. “Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that. Do you even hear me??”. No response. Nathan muttered a simple sorry and walked off, despite Mare’s curses at him to come back.

The sooner he left his failures behind, the sooner he could get back to normal.

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TAGS AND MENTIONS:

@war-never-ends

[red-balloon12]

*crashes the fuck in*

What about Mangled?!

MANGLED??? MANGLED?!? WHAT!!!!

[ghostlykestrel525]

i have been giggling at this for way too long. (bear with me here-)

So this is a headcanon within a headcanon I guess? NWTB egos, specifically Mare, but like-- I like to imagine that collectively, the battle beans just consider each other as a sibling pod. Some of them actually being related because why not, but mostly it's just. Mfs adopted each other, and I can so see all of them looking to Nate as a dad figure. Worth mentioning I reckon Mare's a whole-ass demon. It just fits somehow-- anyway- Scribble time. Here's how I reckon Mare started off referring to Nate as his parental figure. Completely by accident. In short: Nate accidentally used a dad-esque tone when scolding this dumbass, and Mare decides to run with it. -=-=-=-

“For fuck’s sake—” Twelfth time this week. Twelfth. God knows how many times he’d told that damned demon not to do exactly this, and yet, it was still happening. The yell was impressive, even for Nate’s standards. “NATEMARE, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, NOW,” That probably wasn’t the demon’s actual name, but it worked. He answered to it, at least. The explosion of dark smoke, solidifying into a fairly tall, broad-shouldered figure – one with an annoyingly cocky smirk on his face – was infuriating confirmation of that. He gestured angrily at the mess left behind, and Mare arched his eyebrows slightly as if to say; ‘yeah, and?’ If it weren’t a terrible idea to punch the demon – something he’d found out by accident when the bastard jump-scared him into trying it. Nate didn’t fancy shattering his hand again, or he’d have tried to smack the smug look off of the idiot’s face himself. Then again, he also knew Mare’s reflexes were lightning-fast – he probably wouldn’t be able to land the hit anyway. “You’ve gotta stop doing this, man,” Nate complained, folding his arms, and glaring at the demon as he smirked, clearly not taking this seriously. Who knew a powerful, several-thousand-year-old entity would turn out to be such a little shit? Exasperation flared up, and without paying quite enough attention to his tone, he glared at the demon, trying to set a solid boundary. “You moved yourself into my place; you’re under my roof. Is it really so hard to respect my rules?” Oops. He’d really done it now. The demon hunched his shoulders, stuck his bottom lip out like a child, and adopted a surprisingly high-pitched whine, sounding almost exactly like a plaintive teenager.

“But, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad-” -=-=-=-=-=-

[red-balloon12]

Home boy may have lost a bet of some sorts…

[freckled-words]

It’s that time of year again!

I’m still very proud of this work 🥰

Spooky Season Story

To make things easier than reblogging all the parts, here is the entire collection for my Vampire!NWTB Ego named Mercer.

Smoke and Blood - One Shot

Count The Teeth - Sequel to ‘Smoke and Blood’

Part One -  Part Two - Part Three -  Part Four - Part Five -  Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven

[xjesslynne]

small snippet of a mare thing im writing. i haven't posted any writing of any kind since like 2015ish(?) so i'm a bit self-conscious. srry.

The strongest gust of wind in the dead of winter couldn't even compare to the chill that went down your spine. The shiver that you felt pass each vertabrae.

And the low chuckle right against the shell of your ear was proof enough that they had seen the reaction they'd gotten out of you. Of course, he knew. This wasn't a new thing for him. He loved it, and fed off of it. And well, if this is how he got his sick kicks…who were you to tell him no?

"Are you alright, kitten?" the gravelly voice spoke, lips mere millimeters from your skin. "…you seem…cold.." Mare said, a single digit running up the length of your spine - tracing every single inch as you felt your earlobe pressed between teeth in a quick nip.

[the-wild-ego]

Hello! If you’re still doing fic recs, I’d love one!! My favourite egos are the Battles, but honestly they’re all cool! (I’m not sure if you’re picking a pairing off of vibe or from suggestions. My favourites are Phantom and Natemare if it’s by suggestion, otherwise I’m honestly down for whatever’s the most fun to write!) for a personality blurb, I’m 25, he/him. I’m quick-witted with jokes in conversation, I love making people laugh. I’m the token extrovert of my friend group, and I like to consider myself easy to befriend even if I’m a bit of a smartass. I try to come across as sure of myself and confident, but I can definitely fluster easily, lol. I hope this is what you’re looking for, and thank you!!

Ah, I think you picked the the right ego for yourself, among the Battles. I would have to pair you with Natemare. A witty smartass extrovert paired with another witty smartass extrovert, I could only imagine the conversations the two of you would have with eachother and the banter.

"I'm not gonna listen to a guy that smells like a burnt down campfire and cheap cologne."

"My cologne is not cheap, Y/N!" que the dramatic gasp with a hand over his heart.

But there are moments to share witty banner, and moments to care for one another;

Mare had been quiet all day, hardly any response to your quips. See the two of you were friends, just friends, and yet you saw eachother almost everyday and not a day went by where the two of you weren't texting eachother. Which is why his lack of response was starting to upset you.

Are you mad at me?

Mare was quick to type back a simple, No.

Then what's with the radio silence, dude?

I don't know.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Come over, let's talk about it.

Okay.

Okay, see you soon.

And the messages were left at that, no more responses from Mare. Not even an hour letter when you asked him whether or not he was still coming over.

You're really starting to worry me, Mare.

Where are you?

After five minutes of no response, you peeked outside to check the weather. It was cold and rainy, which really started to worry you. Mare hates the rain, so maybe he wasn't coming over. It wasn't until you caught movement outside, on the front porch, did you sigh in relief. Mare was there, safe and dry; and despite how melancholy he looked, you couldn't help but feel your heart beat just the slightest bit faster.

You gently knocked on the window, catching the Egos attention. His eyes met yours through the glass, he almost looked distraught. You were quick to let him in. It was only then that you noticed his wet hair and damp clothes, you had no idea how long he'd been out there.

"I'll get you something to change into." You mumbled before you turned around to grab him something. Only for his hand to dart out and grab yours. The action caught you off guard, so did how cold he felt. He was never cold, always warm from the embers that burned inside his soul.

"Wait, Y/N..." Mare trailed, waiting for you turn back around to face him, "I want- ugh."

"Mare, whatever it is, you can tell me." You sighed out, not in exasperation but in worry. He paused for another moment before swiftly pulling you into him. You couldn't help but gasp, cheeks warming as he cupped your face; and before you even knew it, his lips were pressed to yours in an oh-so gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Y/N... I- I think I'm in love with you..."

[sweetest-honey-bunny]

Welcome to the Battle Kingdom

This kingdom is the second young prospering kingdoms in the lands. Its leaders are quite young themselves which makes others think they are naive. Which is quite far from the truth, though they may be young the king proves his worth by making smart and clever dealings with others (rumors are heard that his contracts have unspoken consequences). Despite having a smaller group of rulers the king is trusted by their people to continue to rule.

The King

The Second in Command

The Advisor

Do you pledge your loyalty to the Battle Kingdom?

@bubblegumbitch36

@spooky-scary-lesbian

@semiproeagle

@awritingsideblog

@smolwash

@freckled-words

@nerdqueenkat

@lady-bee-fechin

@the-real-comically-insane

[spookysweet-heart]

Added characters!

Scream:

Sam & Tara Carpenter

Chad & Mindy Meeks-Martin

Resident Evil:

Ashley Graham

Requests are Open!

All Requests will be SFW I will not write NSFW, angst, Oc x Character, Character x Character. I only write reader inserts.

Please include what the relationship is between the reader and the character. Romantic: Boyfriend/Girlfriend Husband/Wife 

Platonic: Friends, siblings.

Your preferred pronouns. If you do not tell me what pronouns you’d like I will write it as gender-neutral by default.

Feel free to send me a prompt or AU with a little summary of what you want the fic to be about!

Characters:

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Nancy Wheeler

Battle Egos:

Natemare 

Phantom

Natpai

Bones

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy 

Ashley Graham

Claire Redfield

Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimistrescu

Beetlejuice:

Lydia Deetz

Beetlejuice

Scream:

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Tatum Riley

Stu Macher 

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Julie and The Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

[freckled-words]

Count The Teeth - Part Eleven

I am just. I don’t even know? I swear I remember posting this final chapter last year with the whole series, I swear I did, but as far as my tumblr account can tell, it doesn’t exist.....I hate tumblr sometimes, I really do. So if this is already in existence, then let’s just roll with this being an odd duplicate.

I’m not going to post all the prior links here, as I’m setting up another post that will have EVERYTHING on it, including the original one shot ‘Smoke and Blood.’

I can’t even remember if this was edited. Regardless, enjoy this random end chapter XD

It had been the oddest thing when you left NateMare licking his wounds.

You’d gone to the driveway and found a taxi waiting for you. The driver said the fare had been taken care of and he was to take you wherever you wanted. When you asked him who had covered the tab, he said a well spoken gentleman had done so. 

Seeing your disheveled appearance in pajamas, the taxi driver became curious as to why you were there. 

You went with an elaborate story. It was your birthday, and your asshole brother had kidnapped you and brought you here for a spooky adventure. You’d gotten fed up with his childish antics and had decided to leave. You added that it was likely your brother’s friend that had paid the taxi driver.

When you got home, you took a long, luxurious, hot shower and collapsed into bed. Your exhaustion was deeper than you’d thought, leading you to sleeping for a straight 12 hours.

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4 months later…

It had taken him a month, but Mercer had kept his word. He’d found each of his victims that had been put into a coma, and brought them out of it. When questioned about what had happened to send them into the coma, they all had the same story. They’d been out at night, and they came across a man looking for directions. After they sent him on his way, they’d become dizzy and passed out.

Authorities believed that the victims had been distracted by the man asking for directions, then jumped by a second person that knocked them out and then drained them for blood. Reddit was running rampant with theories about a team collecting blood for the black market.

You supposed it was better than them getting freaked out about a rampaging vampire. The last thing the city needed were civilians taking up guns, pitch forks, torches, and stakes to go after people that were innocent.

In the following months, you remained on alert. NateMare’s promise of retribution had left a fairly strong impression. Armed with the knowledge of something to use against him, you’d set up a collection of weapons throughout the apartment.

In the kitchen, you had a bucket of blessed water by the sink. In the living room, you had a Super Soaker loaded with the stuff and in your bedroom, you had a spray bottle at the ready. You knew it would annoy and delay him at best, but at least it was better than just standing around and letting him curse you again.

You were so intent on watching for hints of a smoke cloud, you didn’t think to watch for any bats.

Which was how Mercer caught you off guard.

You’d spent the day out with one of your friends, and had lost track of time. It was dark when you made the walk home. The night was overcast and the wind was much colder as winter was settling in.

Despite your thick jacket, you still felt the chill. Your hands were stuffed into your pockets and your shoulders were hunched up to your ears. Your attention darted between the people walking towards you on the sidewalk and the people that were walking parallel to you across the street. Leaving no room to focus on your surroundings behind you.

An arm went around your shoulders, pulling you in against a tall frame. Startled you made a noise that was barely a word and some kind of squeak.

A familiar voice chuckled, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You didn’t dare look up, not wanting to get caught by his eyes. 

“What are you doing here Mercer?”

Mercer’s arm squeezed a little tighter, guiding you forward to keep walking.

He was greatly enjoying himself. You could tell from his voice as he replied, “Well hello to you too. Can’t a friend just come around for a visit now and then?”

“We’re not friends.”

“Oh, you wound me.” He lamented, without an ounce of actual dismay.

“Did you come here to get some payback for soaking you?” It was the first thing that came to mind, and you were kicking yourself for not bringing your tiny spray bottle with you when leaving earlier.

You caught sight of Mercer’s hand as he waved that thought off, “Not at all. I’ve gotten over that little trifle. As I said, I’m just here on a friendly visit.”

“At what point between you and NateMare trying to kill each other, did you and I become friends?” You could see your apartment building up ahead, and at this point, you were just utterly perplexed as to what was happening with Mercer right now.

He ignored your question, “I had some time to think while I went from hospital to hospital, and I’ve come up with a fun idea. One that I’m sure you’ll see the benefits of.”

You knew it was stupid, you could hear yourself calling it stupid, but when you both stopped in front of your building, you looked up. 

The bugger was genuinely amused, smiling brightly and in all innocence. There was no glow to his eyes and you didn’t feel any part of you go numb. He was playing nice. For now.

You shrugged off his arm and moved around to stand in front of him, “And what idea is this?” 

“Well, as we’re both aware, my dear, baby brother is all in a huff about you letting me go. The set of lungs on that boy, I swear. My ears were throbbing for an hour after his hollering.”

You winced, but you weren’t surprised Mercer had caught that.

“I was thinking to myself about how much trouble you and he were, going around and messing about in my handiwork. Good job on digging up the family history by the way. Anyways, I thought I should probably keep tabs on my brother, make sure he doesn’t come barging in on me at some point unexpectedly. The only problem is that I’m terrible at tracking idiots.”

You shuffled on the spot, getting colder by the minute. Mercer was clearly intent on dragging this out, and you doubted he’d just let you walk away. But you had no intention of inviting him inside.

“So I came to the only logical conclusion: You! I knew he was bound to come knocking on your door at some point and figured I’d keep watch. I tell you, watching a mortal for a month is boring. Which is why we’re having this chat. Much more engaging than just hovering about bored out of my mind.”

Your blood pressure rose at his declaration of stalking you for the past month. You thought you’d felt eyes on you, and it made you twice as jumpy. Knowing it was this nuisance didn’t make you feel any easier.

Processing everything he was saying all together, you just about threw your hands up.

It was the same damned position you’d been in 5 months before, only now it was reversed!

“Clearly you two are related.” You grouched stomping your feet. The cold was seeping through your boots and socks, making your feet ache.

“I am not helping you find NateMare. You are not hanging around here to wait for him to show up! And I’m not getting involved with either of you again!” You didn’t care if the neighbors heard, for all they’d understand, it sounded like a romantic issue.

You spun on your heel and stomped up to your apartment door.

Just as you put the key into the lock, a decent sized bat flew around you and clung onto your chest. You looked back over your shoulder and saw no sign of Mercer. Glaring down at the bat, you hissed, “You are not coming inside, let go and go away.”

The bat merely wiggled its ears, and much to your chagrin, he nuzzled against your coat. Even worse, it was adorable.

You heard people, more tenants that belonged to your building, coming up behind you. 

Suppressing a frustrated scream you unlocked the door, and kept your body turned away from the approaching people.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, concealing Mercer as best you could, and made a beeline for the staircase.

Huffing up the stairs you swore at him, “You’re in so much trouble. I have a bucket filled with holy water in my kitchen and it has your name all over it buddy.”

The impudent bastard gave a tiny squeak. One that conveyed no distress in the slightest.

A glance down and there was no mistaking a smug smile, even on a bat.

You didn’t stop until you were inside your apartment, at which time you were breathless and sweaty under your coat.

“You make one damn comment about me being out of shape, and I will seriously drown you.”

“I’d very much like to see you try.”

You’d been locking your door, putting your back to the living room.

It hadn’t been Mercer that had replied.

Stiffly, you hit the light switch next to the door frame and peeked over your shoulder.

NateMare lounged back on your couch. His body was relaxed, but his expression was one that read murder.

The sound of dripping drew your eye to the kitchen. Your bucket of holy water was on the floor, along with a puddle of water and some that was dripping off the sink's cabinet doors. 

“NateMare-”

“Shut it.” 

He got to his feet and stalked towards you, “You should consider yourself very lucky. Had I gone after you that same day, I would have happily ripped your esophagus out of your throat.”

You swallowed thickly.

“But I took some time to calm down, recover, and think about it. I changed my mind.”

He stepped closer, leaving two steps of distance between you, “I’ve come to realize that I enjoy having a minion doing my bidding. Unlike some other… people… I could name, I don’t have a host popping out brothers every damn holiday. Plus, you’re already semi-trained.”

He smirked and held up a hand. Smoke gathered in his palm, and formed a thick section of chains.

“Hell. To. The. No.” 

You’d done this song and dance and you were not doing it again.

Turning to face him, you pried Mercer from your chest and shoved him into NateMare, “Here, talk to your brother. Take it outside!” 

Stunned, NateMare had dropped the smoke chain and grabbed Mercer on reflex. 

Unprepared, Mercer didn’t have a chance to resist being shoved into NateMare’s hands.

The two stayed frozen and dumbstruck to the spot while you threw off your coat and went to get your mop and bucket.

There was another second of silence until you heard, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

There was enraged squeaking, a bit of scuffling, the sound of a grunt, and then silence.

When you returned to the kitchen, you found the two were gone, and your balcony door wide open.

You were in the clear. For now.

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i hope you feel better soon! i don’t have anything detailed to help you get back into ego writing, but domestic natemare has been eating away at my brain decently

Awww I love the thought of cute little domestic natemare. I could give some ones;

He's a late morning sleeper, regardless of when you two went to bed last night. He loves sleeping in, and some days its really hard to leave the bed because he holds you so tight with cuddles.

He likes cooking with you and learning new recipes to try. He's not entirely the best but tries his best to practice on the recipes you enjoy so he can surprise you somedays with your faves.

Little cheek kisses when he passes by, hand slapping your ass, sometimes so hard that you actually yelp. But end up laughing because he immediately turns apologetic. Not meaning to be so hard, he was just excited to touch that ass.

He's like a cat. He'll nap anywhere and always do a little stretch whenever he stirs awake. Groggy mumbles of loving words when you have to wake him up.