[DISCONTINUED] Made with Love // CrossMare ♡

2. Macarons

Author's note:

Hey everyone! New chapter today, horray! I'd just like to thank everyone who read chapter one, and the few that voted! I hope to gain more readers in the near future. Onto the story! I added a playlist with a few Laufey songs at the top if you'd like to listen while you read. I might do this with all my chapters, so recommend some artists! <3

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"You've gotten better at baking, Cross."

Nightmare and I sat at the kitchen table. It was early in the morning, no one else had woken up yet. The blinds remained closed, small beams of light streaming through. The over head light of the room shone down on the two of us, and the sink was filled with pots, pans, and utensils. I smiled, I couldn't help it. He gave me a weird stare as he took a bite.

"Ew, wipe that grin off. It's giving me the heeby jeebys."

I quickly looked down. I felt my cheekbones heat in embarrassment.

"..Sorry, Boss."

A sudden knock was at the doorframe. We both turned towards the noise.

"Heya."

Horror waved. He wasn't much for words with a lot of people, but he spoke to the very few people he trusted. I waved back, then turned back to Nightmare. Horror had went to the fridge and grabbed a bar of chocolate, then walked off.

"So, I was thinking-"

"You should try making macarons. I won't expect much, they're difficult."

It's usually annoying getting cut off, but I didn't mind it this time. It was strange.

"Macarons? I mean... I can try? How hard can it be?"

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"...Oh."

The kitchen was a mess. Splatters of batter everywhere, all over my apron, and all in the sink. The cookies on the pan were burnt on the outside, and soft and mushy on the inside. Nightmare had stayed to watch, and it was absolutely horrifying failing in front of him. Not only that, I was disappointed that I had failed. Failing meant I wasn't good enough.

"I told you it was hard."

I watched him stand up, and walk over. He picked up one of the cookies, and before I could say anything, ate it. I hesitated.

"...They're bad, aren't they?"

"Awful, actually."

My eye twitched at the goopy skeleton's comment.

"You could at least not be so harsh!"

"It's my job to be harsh, Cross. Here, let's make another one."

I paused, looking up at him as if he was joking. He wasn't, and my gaze never left him as he opened up a cabinet to retrieve another apron, putting it on and glancing over at me.

"Don't just stand there. Go get new ingredients."

I nodded quickly, scrambling to get what we needed. This was such a strange experience. Nightmare wasn't ever the type to help people if they were struggling, and he definitely could have fed off of my negativity. So why didn't he? Was he pitying me? Or was it something else? The questions never left my mind as I picked up what we needed and set them in front of us.

As we both worked, we had a long conversation. It wasn't about anything in particular, just random things that happened way back when. Even so, it was special to me. Getting to spend time with him like this was such an exhilarating feeling. I adored the way he spoke so gently as he read out the book. He may of spoke more firmly towards me, but hearing him speak in a softer tone in general was such a butterfly inducing feeling.

As I piped out the cookie shapes, he asked me a question.

"How come you got so into baking after you made that cake? You do it every day, now."

I hesitated before answering. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, I'm madly in love with you and I wanted to see you smile!' Absolutely not!

"I... Don't know. It just became a passion of mine, I guess."

I sounded very uncertain with my answer, but it was the best I could give without letting him know the true reason. If he really knew, I'd be kicked out for sure. I finished piping the cookies. Nightmare opened the oven for me, and they were placed inside it. I sat down at the kitchen table and sighed heavily.

"Who knew baking could be so tiring, though..."

"Learning a knew skill it tiring in general."

Nightmare shrugged. He stood behind me, his hands on the top part of my chair and looking over my shoulder. I took my phone out and started scrolling through UnderNet. I could feel his presence behind me, his head was just inches away from mine. I could feel each of his breaths as I continued on. Of course, my face couldn't help but to heat up.

"You look sick."

"Huh?"

I placed my phone on the table and turned towards him.

"Your face is purple."

"...It is?"

I put a hand up to my face, the heat radiating off of it was prominent. My nerves started to rise as I tried to make up some excuse for it.

"Oh! Yeah, I uh... I think it's allergies."

Allergies?! I don't have allergies, why did I even use that as an excuse!

"...Uh huh."

He gave me a suspicious look, but ended up dropping the topic. I mentally scolded myself as he turned back towards the beeping oven. I stood up to get the cookies, but he motioned for me to stay seated. Nightmare always had people do everything for him, so this was odd.

"They're done. Did you make the filling?"

"I did. It's in the fridge."

I watched him open the fridge and take out the pre-made filling. He piped it onto every other cookie, and all I could do was stare as he did so. He brought the finished cookies over to the table, not bothering to get a plate to put them on.

"... Weren't you supposed to let them cool?"

He paused, thinking for a moment, then smacking his forehead. He took the pan back up, then brought them over to the fridge. He threw them in there, then closed the door. I snickered, and he flashed me a quick glare that made me stop.

"Don't even."

"Yes, Boss."

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Note:

Hi! You made it!!! So sorry this chapter is short, I'm currently trying to memorize a lot of things for our upcoming musical, and it's a bit stressful lolll, once I have my attention turned from that I can fully indulge in this story, so let's hope that's soon! Until next time! <3