Rarepair Oneshots - Undertale AUs

Paintings [Inkmare]

I don't know what I'm doing

All I know is that Nightmare is gay and Ink is a little stinky bastard

MoonfurTheTemmie I'm sorry for this mess.

Edit: Dream & Nightmare are NOT being written as brothers in this story, please
keep that in mind.

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Nightmare frantically scribbled messy words onto the lined paper. His words unreadable, he was so...flustered?

Nightmare had no idea what he was feeling, and he was five-hundred and fucking three.

Nightmare gave out a grunt and slammed his face into his desk.

He had fallen in love.

In love with Ink.

Fucking Ink.

Of course it was Ink.

Not Cross, not Error, not Blue, not even Dream.

Nightmare slid down his desk, slowly descending to the floor.

He couldn't believe it.

Out of all the assholes in the fucking Multiverse.

Oh why, oh why, oh why, did it have to be Ink?

Sweet Jesus.

With a heavy sigh, Nightmare stood up and reluctantly went down the stairs to find his maybe-or-maybe-not-soon-to-be-lover-maybe.

He stumbled around his own castle, looking for asshole-ic artist.

Where all artists like that or what it just Ink?

Nightmare would never know.

He passed by the open door where Dream, Blue, Cross, and Error were talking.

"Ink would be Deadpool." He heard Cross say.

"Oh of course he would be Deadpool." Blue responded.

Night poked his head in to interject.

"Falsehood. Dream would be Deadpool."

"Pff, what?" Dream turned to look at his twin.

"You would be Deadpool, because every time I stab you, you always come back."

"Hah! Now that! That is very true."

"Damn right. Also have you seen Ink? I need to talk to him."

Dream shrugged.

"I think he's in one of the spare rooms, uh, painting probably" Blue responded.

With a small thank you Nightmare swiftly left, leaving them to talk about whatever they were talking about.

Nightmare stopped abruptly.

Actually.

He didn't need to talk to Ink.

He had no reason to be near Ink.

Actually.

Yes he did.

He was in love him.

Nightmare forgot about that.

With a sigh, Nightmare continued. Even if Ink annoyed the shit out of him he was going to go talk to him.