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Drueswap:
Perfect date (fluff)
Bad dream (Hurt comfort)
Peace and quiet (Hurt comfort)
Drabbles (Fluff)
Loneliness (Angst)
Normal day for two married idiots in love (Fluff)
Blue’s morning tantrum (Fluff and short like me)
“I was convinced that I killed him.” (Hurt comfort but it’s mostly angst)
Rule number 1: Never ignore Blue (Hurt comfort)
Rule number 2: Never let Blue get jealous (Fluff??)
Rule number 3: Never let Blue drink liquor (Hurt comfort)
Rule number 4: Never question Blue during a hangover (Fluff)
Rule number 5: Never let Blue pet Dream’s wings (Crack/fluff)
Rule number 6: Never work out with Blue around (fluff)
Rule number 7: Never let Blue get the handcuffs (crack)
Argument (Hurt/Comfort)
Awakening (hurt comfort)
Panic (Hurt comfort)
Four things Blue likes about Dream (Fluff)
Three things Dream likes about Blue (Fluff)
Longing (Angst)
In the end (Drueswap):
“To say that finding himself in his current situation is a surprise would be a lie.
Blue groaned as he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, his curved spine starting to take its toll on his body. He also wished that his wrists weren’t so tightly bound together either because he could feel the rope burns starting to dig into his skin but he did not dare try and protest, it would be pointless.
He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.
“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.”
Part 1
Fallen Angel (Druemare):
“He looked so different. His blond hair has been tainted pitch black, his golden eyes by red ones and his wings went from those of an Angel to those of a dragon whose wings have been messed around with. But that was undoubtedly Dream.
Although, he had no time to stay and dwell on the changes the other had undergone. Time was ticking. As he heard hurried footsteps from the other side of the wall, he didn’t hesitate before launching himself at the other and creating a portal.
Once they were through, Blue quickly got off of the other and stared at the growing glitches on his body before shaking his head. He turned his head toward Dream to seek distraction and caught him looking at him with quite the perplexed expression.
Before he could ask, Dream opened his mouth.
“Who are you?”
Blue’s heart dropped.”
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Sweammare:
Nightmare woke up on a tree but didn’t have memories of ever climbing up there and that’s when he noticed that this tree he was sitting on was the Tree of Feelings, still filled with black and golden apples. He was back in the past, when he and Dream were still on good terms.
Or in which Nightmare is still hella gay for Dream and this whole mess is just a chance for him to let out his gayness for his childhood friend, who isn’t towering over him nor trying to kill him.
Mini series is not complete apparently.
Odd phenomenon (Hurt comfort)
Truth or dare (Fluff)
The Fall (Angst?)
Bonus chapter: Another round (Fluff, crack)
Confession (Multi)
Halloween Party (Fluff… Sorta)
Birthday Mess (Fluff)
-> Sin (Multi)
Christmas Shenanigans (Fluff)
Promise (Angst)
More Dreamswap:
Deez Nuts (Crack)
Echoes of the Past (Angst)
Ghost Hunting with Ani (Fluff)
Snap (Angst, fmaa2)
Late-Night Tutoring (Fluff, fmaa2)
“A hero, huh?” (Angst)
Mock Trial (Hurt comfort)
Surprise Party (“Sweammare”, Drueswap, Meme Squad poly)
Nicknames (Fluff, crack, Creepypasta Squad)
Math (Fluff, crack, Creepypasta squad)
Cut (Hurt comfort, Creepypasta Squad)
Interview (Fmaa2)
First Date (Hue, Fluff)
November 9th (Angst)
Target Syndrome (Explanation post)
Promotion (Dream & Finch)
School Supplies (Fluff, Creepypasta Squad)
Together (fmaa2): One — Two —
Bad things happen: (Platonic Hue, Hinch, background Drue)
Flirts x 2 = Mess (Fluff)
Finch Needs A Raise (Crack)
Hurt (Angst)
Envy (Angst)
Wrath (Angst)
Lust (Angst, hurt comfort?)
According to plan (—)
Transfer (Angsty)
First Day
Incorrect quotes:
One (Crack, Fluff)
Two (Crack)
Three (Crack, fluff)
Four (Crack, fluff)
UTMV:
The Elysium’s Dream: (Dreamberry, Errormare)
Nightmare and Dream are part of an endangered species because of hunters who are dead set on selling their most precious possession: their souls. The Celestial Conversation Division of the government, whose motto is “Protect, Preserve, Heal” soon transfer them to their lab to be protected from them. However, things never go as planned and not everything is as it seems. Now, why don’t we add romance to the equation to spice things up a little?
Part 1 (Angst)
Part 2 (Hurt Comfort)
Extra 01 (Additional Information)
Extra 00 (Additional Information)
Part 3 (Fluff, Sorta)
Part 4 (Angst)
Part 5 (Angst)
Why? (Angst, Dreamberry)
The last straw (Angst)
Rebellion (Crack, hurt comfort)
Rooftop (Hurt Comfort, Dreamberry)
Halloween Franzy
Surprise Invited (Multi, Christmas Special)
Fond Memories (Fluff)
Realization (DT Twins bday, Dreamberry)
First (Second) Meeting (Kolour)
Genshin Impact:
Unpleasant Finding:
Ever since he had to go back to Snezhnaya, Childe has been sending letters to Kaeya everyday but one day, a strange letter gets sent to him and he knows Childe is in danger. It’s obvious that Childe’s abducter wants to lure him in Snezhnaya, but what can he do? The clock is ticking for both of them, who will run out of time first?
Part 1 (Angst)
Part 2 (Fluff/Angst)
Back to hell (angst, mention of Chaeya, very old and cringe)
Rising star (Hurt comfort)
Cold Front:
In the Snow (Fluff/hurt comfort)
Autumn and winter
Surprises Filled with Tears:
Surprise!
Different Point of View:
We know Augustine’s point of view, what about Winnie’s?
[Aka I took the game plot and put Winnie as the protagonist instead]
Sypnosis: Sometimes he still feels like parts of him are stuck in the statue he became so familiar with. Cemented to the ground, solid, leaving him hollow with a duty too big and a mind that can only take so much.
For the first time in his life, that night, Dream prayed.
Word count: 3.5k
Trigger warnings?: dissociation, brief reference of child neglect
Everyone has a limit.
Every human, monster, and those in between.
There was only so much one could take before they broke. The mind is a weak, weak thing. Ever so capable, yet the ease at which it can be broken down is baffling. One traumatic experience after the other was all it took to leave someone a shell of what they once were, and it wasn’t like that was hard to achieve.
Dream knew that very well.
A person whose life had been planned out from the very beginning, a lamb to the slaughter since his first breath.
For a guardian of positivity, he was far from being optimistic about his predicament. It’s quite difficult to be once you run out of things to use for distractions, 500 years and counting, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt in control.
Maybe it was the day he woke up from his stone prison. Merely a child, trapped in stone by the one he cared for the most. Very few moments left Dream feeling as helpless as he did back then, although there wasn’t anywhere to go once rock bottom was hit.
He remembers worrying about his brother’s whereabouts that day, uncertain and afraid of everything around him. Nothing looked the way he remembered, the land was barren and the village (or what used to be one) was reduced to nothing. The woman who freed him sounded strange, but she was the only other live presence near him.
Dream remembers trying to understand what she said, waiting for his chance to speak and ask where his family had gone- where everyone was, they wouldn’t have abandoned him so suddenly, would they? H̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ e̶n̶t̶i̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ u̶s̶e̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ y̶e̶t̶.
When his eyes landed on the stump of the tree that once contained his mother’s spirit, time felt like it had frozen.
Between the throb of his aching limbs, the ringing in his head, and the sheer horror at the sight before him, he could no longer concentrate. He didn’t notice the lack of oxygen in his system until black spots had begun to cloud his vision, head heavy and heart aching. The woman yanked on his cape in an attempt to get his attention back,scoffing as he fell without a word. T̶h̶e̶ g̶l̶a̶r̶e̶ s̶h̶e̶ g̶a̶v̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶a̶r̶ t̶o̶o̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶i̶s̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶s̶ f̶o̶r̶ c̶o̶m̶f̶o̶r̶t̶.
She introduced herself as Lanny, a supposed friend of his mother’s, an ‘aunt’ of his. The name felt slightly familiar, but it rang no bells.
It was safe to say she made sure he’d never forget her after that.
As if his confusion and fear weren’t enough, her words stung like knives. She didn’t take long to tell him what he missed, straight to the point, like she always is.
“Your brother is dead.”
Dream refused to believe her at first, in fact, he had laughed at her words. Her glare sharpened as the situation truly sunk in, his mind bringing all the memories from before his ‘coma’ rushing at him.
The villagers chanting, his brother’s screams, the sickening sound of bones shattering, his pleas, he wanted to throw up.
Maybe it was the first time he felt another person’s feelings instead of his own.
Emotions are a complicated concept but one he considered himself good at understanding his entire life. T̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶s̶, u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ i̶t̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ m̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶e̶d̶. H̶i̶s̶ i̶g̶n̶o̶r̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ l̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ d̶e̶s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶ c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶a̶i̶n̶.
It was during the first ‘lesson’ Lanny had given him. The woman didn’t explain her reasoning, nor did she truly teach him anything.
She would attack and he would need to defend himself, a moment of hesitation would simply mean the end.
If it were just physical he could’ve handled it, he wasn’t normal by any means, but being unbelievably disoriented with the new sensations did him no favor.
He paused, he tried to ask for help, clarification, but all he got in return was a mouth full of blood and more bruises.
To put it simply: she was ruthless. By the end, he was sore all over, more disoriented than he was before.
It did him no good, it felt less like training and more like he was getting beaten up everyday as a way for her to take her anger out. She constantly reminded him how he was part of the main reason his mother was forever gone, he couldn’t deny it either. Selfishly, he wanted to believe he did nothing wrong. She was his mother, she was meant to be there, yet she never was.
Part of him understood why Nightmare had decided to cut her, and it made him feel like the worst person alive.
She wasn’t fully alive, she wasn’t capable like they were. They existed only because of that, no more, no less. To carry out a job she was too weak to do alone because of those around them.
Maybe that was Lanny’s way of making him repay her, for all the trouble he had put her through, all the problems he caused and never even tried to fix.
His body felt like it was on fire, the first day he couldn’t help but cry to himself. It hurt, his chest felt like it was going to burst, but he couldn’t stop.
The tears didn’t stop coming, making everything worse.
Eventually, they stopped. His energy was lower than ever, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. It was unbelievably cold, all alone without anyone near him.
No one to sit by, no one to speak to, no one for comfort.
He had to grow some tolerance to the cold, as Lanny said. If he was going to survive he needed to be able to handle some weather conditions or else he had no chance.
As time passed, he found himself tracing cracks in his bones.
Being a statue for so long doesn’t come without consequence. Stone withers, so did his bones. Tiny parts of his fingers had been chipped off, lengthy cracks down his arms and some even reaching his legs.
Ironically enough, his face, if not counting the damage Lanny did, was untouched.
His clothing and gloves covered all the damage, the pressure they put on his bones helped him ignore the sensation a little more easily. It wasn’t like they’d heal for a long time, but he had no choice there.
Sometimes he still feels like parts of him are stuck in the statue he became so familiar with. Cemented to the ground, solid, leaving him hollow with a duty too big and a mind that can only take so much.
For the first time in his life, that night, Dream prayed.
Never once had things gone easy, but he was desperate for a change.
He had always been the desperate type, though.
Hadn’t he?
The most familiar feeling to him was a sense of hopeless desperation. It was the only part of himself that he could pick out when his own feelings were overcrowded by other people’s in his vicinity.
A need he choked on constantly, a yearning on the tip of his tongue that he never truly got out.
He ignored the way his hands went numb, his knees scraping against the ground, blood seeping from every wound left on him. He wasn’t sure how long it was that he stayed in that position, but in the safety of only his own presence, he poured everything out.
He begged as tears rolled down once more, begged that this would all end soon and that he would go back to how things used to be before.
What he would give to take away all the pain his brother had gone through.
He could handle it, he deserved it, he’s the reason for the way things ended up.
If he was a better sibling, if he tried harder, if he spent more time with him, maybe they would’ve still been at the tree, laughing with eachother.
Maybe their mother would’ve been there.
Maybe the villagers would have been nicer.
Treated them better.
Heartbreak followed him wherever he went. A defining part of him. He had plenty to be heart broken about, didn’t he?
The loss of everything when his life had just begun.
He never got the chance to live, never had his first friendship, never had a home.
He never even got to understand himself before everything crumbled.
It left a gaping hole inside of him, one nothing could fill.
Time passed, Lanny left him alone, but the effects of her actions lasted.
It wasn’t until he came face-to-face with the monster that had taken his brother as a vessel that he understood.
Understood the true impact his actions had.
The reason for her insistence.
The malice in her voice.
The most naive part of him believed his brother was still there. That maybe, just maybe, he could have the final conversation he wanted so badly with the other before everything crumbled, but all he got instead was a sickening sense of grief.
A sense of impending doom.
It took him what felt like an eternity to breathe again, but even then, the air felt unbearably heavier than before.
Fighting the very thing that turned his life upside down left him severely unsettled, that much was to be expected.
What wasn’t though, was the way it left him even more dazed than he had been for years before.
It claimed the name of his brother, but the idea of referring to it by that made him feel worse.
If it were a one time thing, he wouldn’t have been so shaken up, but the frequency of these encounters after Lanny had left him never left a chance to rest.
It didn’t take him long to realize it was hunting him down specifically.
Every interaction left Dream feeling more distant than the last, like he was watching himself in third person. Always present, but not quite there.
With time, it became easier to retaliate, but the grief never left.
Every scar was a reminder of his failures.
Every word imprinted in his head.
Maybe, if he had learned of things earlier, he wouldn’t be fighting a parasite with a familiar face.
One wearing the past so clearly.
The world faded into a haze, it hurt less that way.
The idea of interacting with others whilst he was constantly chased sounded both exhausting and like more trouble than it was worth. Despite that, they never seemed to leave him.
His presence was comforting by nature, even attracting animals to him since he was a child. People would be no different. I̶s̶o̶l̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ b̶e̶e̶n̶ w̶o̶r̶s̶e̶, b̶u̶t̶ h̶e̶ c̶r̶a̶v̶e̶d̶ i̶t̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.
It wouldn’t have been such a problem if some of them didn’t become so..obsessive.
In his daze, he didn’t focus on where he went, portal after portal to go somewhere far from others.
It wasn’t until someone tapped him on the shoulder and spoke that he realized how far he’d gone.
The other was unfamiliar, a face Dream hadn’t encountered before, nor did they seem to recognize who he was.
With a smile on his face, he introduced himself and asked about the place.
His question was answered quickly, but before he could ask their name back, he was getting dragged somewhere by his other arm.
T̶h̶e̶y̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶z̶e̶d̶, d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶?̶
To his surprise, the other’s actions were caused by concern.
He was injured, yes, but it wasn’t easy to tell (with the exception of the arm he was missing as of mere moments ago. It wasn’t like it was bloody, his magic handled that very quickly).
They introduced themselves as Swap, but said to just call them Blue.
Without question, the other began helping to dress his wounds.
Despite protest from Dream, Blue refused to let him leave hurt as he was. He couldn’t do anything about the glaring problem, but he wouldn’t just stand by.
He came up with an excuse to leave quickly after, which the other had let him do quite easily.
O̶d̶d̶l̶y̶ u̶n̶e̶x̶p̶e̶c̶t̶e̶d̶.
He retreated to a barren universe, unexpectedly finding Lanny waiting for him.
She ‘replaced’ the arm he lost and disappeared just as quickly as she came. A one time thing, according to her.
An archer is useless without both their arms, he’d be of no use the way he was.
That day was far from his last encounter with Blue, it seemed that every event from that point on pointed him towards the man.
In some weird twist of fate, they had become friends.
Dream had many doubts at first, how was he to know he wasn’t being used once again? Whether it was for things to be done or to feel good, he’d seen it all.
Over and over, Blue proved himself to be truly honest about his reasoning.
No ulterior motives, he didn’t care for what Dream provided, he cared for Dream alone.
It was strange, he refused to believe it for a long time.
The day he decided to take the risk and trust that, a weight was taken off of him.
The other stuck by him, he wanted him for him, he wouldn’t dare burden him.
The same way he used to as a child, he ran off every time he needed to express an emotion that was considered ‘wrong’ of him.
He couldn’t destroy the one friendship he had.
Vulnerability destroyed his mother, his brother, if he were to show it, it was a matter of time before it destroyed him too.
He had to be strong. There was a point to it all, he had to believe it.
If he didn’t, there was no telling how much longer he’d be able to hold on. He’d cling onto the belief, even as his hands went numb and the light died out.
He was never in control, he wouldn’t ever be.
The only decision he ever had to himself was where he let his heart out.
That was the case, at least. Until he was discovered that was.
It was a familiar face, Blue had stumbled upon him while he was meant to be on a walk.
Every step he took towards him, Dream moved backwards.
He was discovered at his worst, that was it.
Despite how Blue stopped trying to approach him, Dream’s mind was racing to come up with an excuse for the situation.
He couldn’t speak.
It didn’t feel real.
He wondered, maybe for the 10th time that week, what it all was.
He was playing a game he could never win.
He felt trapped in his own body, watching his movements like a puppet rather than a person. A ghost, watching his life play out until he saw his corpse at the end and realized he was dead the entire time.
He couldn’t run.
He felt insane every time.
He didn’t put a name to this repetitive issue of his. He would need to confront it otherwise, it’d become too real.
They were back to normal for a while, Dream was more careful about his decisions.
Never again did he rush somewhere without checking his surroundings a million times for people, not just danger.
It was until Dream himself seeked the other out that either of them talked about anything.
Originally, they wanted to hang out for some time, but their conversation strayed.
The topic? Feelings.
Dream stayed quiet for the majority of it, his responses concerned with other people’s rather than his own. W̶a̶s̶ i̶t̶ b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ o̶f̶ f̶e̶a̶r̶?̶ o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ f̶a̶c̶t̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶r̶d̶l̶y̶ t̶e̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ a̶p̶a̶r̶t̶?̶
Blue switched between asking, talking about things he's seen, and other times about some parts of him he had never shown anyone else.
If it was an attempt to encourage Dream to talk about his own, it was somewhat helpful. It was the most seen he's felt before without saying a word. Funnily enough, they had some very specific shared experiences Dream couldn’t have put into words if he tried.
About halfway through the conversation, he had started to reflect.
He never wanted to show anything besides happiness around others, motivating them more than he could do for himself.
He spent years trying to bury the part of him that pleaded for another person, to for once be comforted rather than blamed or being the comforter.
It never worked.
Everytime he cried, it felt like he was faking it all. He had his good days, it felt audacious of him to act miserable when he had what may be considered luxury to some. He had many years ahead of him, others were robbed of theirs early. He could get better c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶e̶?̶,, others died miserable.
And yet, it felt as if he told anyone, it would negate all his misery. All the years he spent alone, everything he went through, it wouldn’t sound as bad anymore. It felt like being happy betrayed all the time he spent questioning if he should’ve ever existed to begin with. It felt like it would betray all the guilt he carried for so long, like he never cared.
He didn’t want to get better.
Not saying anything back felt unfair, but the idea of revealing the darkest parts of himself was more terrifying than that.
As a way to compensate, he decided to take off a glove of his.
The one that covered his actual arm, all of the cracks and chips being on full display.
Blue went quiet at the sight, Dream didn’t dare break the silence. The other ended up taking his hand and tracing every crack as gently as he could.
Dream had never known what it felt like to be handled gently before.
The concept was foreign to him.
Another ironic part of him, isn’t it?
For a reason he didn’t know, he wasn’t as terrified as he felt before.
It didn’t mean he would change his mind, but it was comforting.
Maybe, in another lifetime, he wouldn’t be so flawed.
This is a sort of alternative timeline of fmaa2 where Sweammare actually end up together after Noot killed the Priest, this au is an emotional rollercoaster but it’s good! Idk if I’ll ever write much about it in the future though so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
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Warnings: Mention of suicide attempts, implied murder
Synopsis: “Nothing I ever do to you or with you is casual.” he replied, squeezing his hand to stop the subtle tremor he could feel against his palm. “It’s a gift from me to you, for everything you have done for me.”
Or: Nightmare spoils all his wedding vows before he even proposes to Dream.
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What the hell was happening?
“Nightmare.” Dream smiled down at him, his eyes warm and full of love. The sight alone had said one’s heart beating loudly in his chest, blood flowing to his cheeks.
His heartbeat only sped up when Dream inched closer to him, soft fingertips brushing over the back of his neck as he felt the other’s thigh pressing against his hip.
Was that a dream? It had to be, there was no way this was happening in real life.
Dream’s other hand landed on his chest, making him wonder if the other was able to feel how quickly his heart was beating against his ribcage. Could he also feel the tingles of petals everywhere he touched him? He blinked, as if surprised before his smile softened, causing Nightmare’s heart to melt.
He had never felt so warm before, not even when the two of them were trapped in each other’s arms. He did not even know that such warmth was possible. It was not burning either, just the perfect temperature to have him feeling all fuzzy and soft inside, he never felt so good, and he never wanted this moment to end.
His heart all but leaped out of its place when the hand on his chest left, instead guiding one of Nightmare’s hands toward his own chest. Even through the fabric of Dream’s sweater, he was able to discern the soft thumping of the other’s heart that seemed almost like a carbon copy of Nightmare’s erratic heartbeat. The implication of that had his head spinning.
“I’m freaking out too.” Dream chuckled, voice light and relaxed, so different from the stifled and anxious one Nightmare was used to. He caught himself thinking that getting rid of the Priest was the best decision he has ever made, no matter how much he suffered in the aftermath. If it meant seeing Dream so joyful, he would not even mind going through all of it again. “But it’s not so bad, right?”
His grip on his wrist tightened just a bit but instead of hurting, it only spread warmth through Nightmare’s veins, his golden eyes bore into Nightmare’s, looking for an answer in those familiar irises.
All that attention was overwhelmingly pleasant.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He heard himself say, gently freeing himself from Dream’s grip before he intertwined their fingers, his fingertips brushing over Dream’s visible vein lines. “Just us, just me and you together as it was always meant to be.”
Normally, he would never dare utter such words aloud, for fear of ruining what they had and because of how embarrassing it was, but this was a dream anyway, was it not? Maybe that was the source of his newfound shamelessness.
He tugged Dream’s arm forward, leveling the other’s wrist to his face before he leaned down and boldly kissed the lines drawn by his veins, his lips tingling where they met skin.
Dream’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red at his actions as he finally settled on straddling the other’s waist. “You... shouldn’t do these things so casually.”
Nightmare’s eyes turned to focus on him again, his lips still pressed against lighter soft skin. He found himself admiring how much that shade of red suited the other, especially since it drew attention to his sparkling eyes that only tempted Nightmare to stare at them and not look away.
“Nothing I ever do to you or with you is casual.” he replied, squeezing his hand to stop the subtle tremor he could feel against his palm. “It’s a gift from me to you, for everything you have done for me.”
Dream tilted his head to the side, frowning in confusion. “For everything I have done for you?” He echoed, perplexed. Before he could follow it up with a question though, Nightmare opened his mouth once more.
“I used to believe hands were made for fighting.” He began, making the other shut his mouth to listen. “They were always synonymous of pain and fear for me, before you, I had no idea hands could be so comforting and healing.” As if to emphasize his point, he detangled their hands before pressing his cheek against Dream’s palm.
Almost mechanically, his thumb started drawing small circles on his cheek, earning him humming from Nightmare.
“I had no clue eyes could hold anything other than hatred; I didn’t even know eyes could be pretty before I met you. For me, to make friends was to receive glares and brace hostility, you’re the first one who ever showed me what kindness and respect even was.” As he talked, he found himself closing his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Dream’s fingertips against his skin.
“I was used to the cold and the loneliness, and I was fine with them. Then, you came into my life and swung an axe at what I’ve always known and decided to show me how warm another person’s embrace could be, how freeing it was to have someone by your side.”
To show vulnerability was something Nightmare wasn’t used to, so how come it came so naturally when he was speaking to Dream? He did not quite understand but he would not have it any other way.
“You have no clue how much you mean to me, hell if you did it might even scare you.” He chuckled at that, nuzzling Dream’s hand. “I used to think– Ah, I scratch that, I still do– that life sucked and I was just better off dead. I never cared about what happened to me because I had nothing to stay for anyway. Now, for the first time in my life, I’m afraid, not because I fear death, but because I can’t stand the thought of being separated from you.”
He pursued his lips, the mere thought enough to sour his mood. “To never be able to see you smile, to hear you laugh, to listen to your voice, to touch you, to just be there with you... it just sounds like hell to me. For the first time in my life, I’ve got a home to come back to and a person to protect, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to let you go.”
He ignored how unstable his voice had become or how shaky Dream’s breaths had gotten or even acknowledge how much Dream’s hand was trembling. If he did not say it now, he would never do it again.
“You make my life bearable, feel pleasant even. Seriously, how did you even manage to do that?” He risked a glance at the other whose eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Unfortunately, though, it only served to actually make him shed his tears. He sniffled, as he attempted to wipe them away with his sleeve. The other stopped him before he could though, instead resuming what he was doing and kissing his tears away.
“What are you crying about? I am complimenting you here, it’s not meant to be making you sad.” He could not help but tease, earning a half-hearted glare from Dream in response before he weakly slapped his shoulder in retaliation.
“You’re a moron.” He hiccupped reproachingly, shoving Nightmare back with a huff. Nightmare would have voiced how cute Dream was being but unfortunately, he was quite fond of the bed they were sharing and was not looking forward to sleeping on the couch tonight, so he kept his mouth shut about that. “Who even allowed you to say such beautiful things? Couldn’t you just say, ‘I love you’ like a normal person?”
Nightmare smiled fondly, reaching upward and playing with the other’s soft locks. “Such simple words could not even convey even a tenth of my adoration for you, after all my heart only beats for you.”
“Okay, now you’re just showing off.” Dream deadpanned, causing Nightmare to laugh. The golden-eyed one sighed, readjusting his position to rest his head on the other’s chest, his arms loosely wrapped around his torso. “How am I even meant to respond to this? I can’t word anything that wouldn’t sound bland in comparison to what you said.” He sounded genuinely frustrated, which was a surprise to Nightmare.
“If you’re worried about that, then between the two of us, someone is smarter than you.” Dream let out an offended gasp at that which was quickly ignored as he wrapped his arms around Dream, firmly keeping his head down against his shoulder. “I already know that you love me back, that’s enough.”
Dream clearly seemed to want to protest but he pressed him closer instead, adding with a voice too broken to be normal: “However, I need you to swear you’re never going to think of leaving me again.”
The trapped one opened his jaw, about to express his confusion before he abruptly shut it as pathetic cries, a burning throat, tears mingling with a soap-like substance, the smell of alcohol and medicine, and the shrieking of the ambulance car assaulted his mind.
Among the blurry memories, a figure with desperate purple eyes stood out, begging him to hold on and not make him live in a world where he was not there.
He tightened his hold over Nightmare, one of his hands ending up fisting the fabric of his shirt. “I won’t leave, not again.” He managed to squeak out, recalling how Nightmare held him after the incident, like he wanted to open his ribcage and tuck Dream inside or like he was the fool cradling sand and hoping it would stop it from being blown far away by the wind.
“But you better not go anywhere either.” He added, a familiar boy with a noose around his neck making sure to remind him he was not the only one who attempted to end their story prematurely.
“I’ll follow you for the rest of my life, if only you would be so kind as to permit it.” He replied, quickly adding the last part.
Dream scoffed, lifting his head before he crashed their lips together. Nightmare responded in kind, flipping them over so he would be on top of him instead.
The other’s arms wrapped around his neck, bringing them impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. Nightmare reached for one of Dream’s knees, lifting it by its back and rubbing soothing circles on the bare skin. Both would have been perfectly content to continue kissing but unfortunately, human beings did need to breathe, which forced them to separate for a bit.
“We should get married.” Nightmare said, out of breath, clearly too dizzy and drunk on the present moment to be deciding such important things.
“Talk about marriage after you get a ring.” Dream, always the reasonable one, wisely reminded him before kissing him again.
The next day, when Nightmare, in pajamas, actually got on one knee and presented his ring offering to his boyfriend, Dream almost spat out his latte.
This oneshot is a little different from most I've posted, its not the usual concepts I'd say.
Allow me to introduce you to the ✨️Informant au✨️
Basically an au where I merged Blue's old canon occupation with the current canon one, a lot of thought has gone into this I despise anything that opposes canon so I can promise that the au's make-up is as accurate as I could possibly make it.
Without further rambling, I hope you enjoy ✨️
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Sypnosis:It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted.
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Blue’s head was pounding.
Mere moments- hours ago he was simply on a walk. His bird was resting, he had just finished cleaning his house and found himself staring up at the ceiling, mind blank with nothing to do. He didn’t have anywhere in mind to go to, nor was there really anyone he found himself tempted to b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ speak to, the silence was irritating but talking to himself felt stupider than he’d like.
After more contemplation, the man decided going for a breath of fresh air wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’d get to go out and walk around, entertaining himself and getting enough of a distraction to shut his brain up temporarily.
The park was oddly empty, much to his dismay, but it wasn’t something he could fix. The sounds of people talking could always be replaced with music, so that was exactly what he did.
What Blue failed to consider was the significance of that emptiness. He didn’t pay as much attention to the shadows moving around as he should have, the rustling of the bushes brushed off simply as just wind.H̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶e̶d̶.
Lurking, following him not long behind were some old..familiar faces.
Ones he never planned to cross again for sure, but it seemed like life had different plans.
If it didn’t, he would’ve never found himself in this situation at all. Perhaps it was the music in his ears masking the footsteps, o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶, but it was too late to do anything by the time he realized who was on his trail.
The moment they noticed he caught onto their plans, they seemed to stop bothering to hide. Blue did little to stop what he knew was soon to follow.
The men were from a gang he had an..unfortunate encounter with some time ago.
That recklessness was mainly what led him to his current predicament, tied to a chair, watched like a prey waiting to be devoured. To say he didn’t know the reason he was there would be a lie, but his body hurt too much to care. They probably drugged him to loosen his tongue again didn’t they?
The brunette didn’t have too much time to ponder about that, his head was clear enough to process the click of the door. The blond in front of him was exactly who he’d expected, it wasn’t much of a surprise he’d rather make a ‘dramatic entrance’ than simply wait for him to wake up, though.
Despite the pain all over him, he noted that was still relatively unharmed. Probably part of the other one’s orders, their deal never truly ended after all.
Neither of them spoke a word as Colton looked into his eyes, all others previously standing around hung left the moment he stepped into the room. Whether they were dismissed or if it was also another part of his orders, Blue didn’t care enough to think about the answer nor did he listen enough to really tell.
Despite not being the leader of this gang, Colton still held power over everyone. As the son of the boss, his words were not to be refused. The members trusted him, those who didn’t faced consequences. It was simply how things worked. It didn’t matter what they thought or wanted, the final say was his.
Nobody was foolish enough to disobey or look for loopholes, until Blue came along, that was. Up until then, he was in ultimate control. The original reason they crossed paths to begin with was quite clear, but in classic fashion, Blue found himself a multitude of loopholes. Unlike most others, he didn’t hesitate in exploiting them, gaining himself complete freedom and safety in exchange for information.
It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted. It may have sounded unfair, seeing Blue got protection and had no real ties to the gang. His hands were left clean, c̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ p̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶, and he got complete freedom only in exchange for some intel! Easy for someone like him.
Their breaths being the only sound in the room made his ears ring, though fortunately it seemed like Colton planned to change that soon. Backing away from him, the other straightened his back without cutting off eye contact, it looked like he still wanted to try uncovering all it was that made up Blue. He always found it funny, the way the other would try to intimidate him by trying to make himself look like an equal, like he could read him similar to a book when they both knew that was something that would never work.
“So” he began, “do you know why you’re here, or do you need someone to spell it out for you?” If the man sounded irritated with him before, it paled in comparison to his current attitude.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to elaborate? It’s been a long time since we met you know, I’m in an awful lot of pain and your lakeys weren’t gentle with me either” Blue drew out. They both knew that was a lie, but it was a natural part of the game they’ve long since known to play.
“Recently, one of our most important spies was discovered,” the blond answered. “She was ambushed by a soldier sent by the Justice Reigns minutes after we had her go out”
“And that links with me how? Did you just want to see me agai-”
Teasing the other in hopes of distracting him was a bad choice, Blue was aware of that. The sounds of a gun being loaded graced his ears, though fear remained dormant. This was merely another intimidation tactic, he was too important to simply kill and it would get too much attention if he disappeared at random, especially now of all times.
“Cut the shit. You are the only person who could have known she was there at all, so tell me, what have you been telling that new boyfriend of yours?” he spat.
Blue raised a brow, feigning confusion before it ‘clicked’ in his head. Colton was only getting angrier as time passed.
“Ah, Dream! No no, you misunderstand really. I didn’t know she was there at all, this is all news to me he must have simply sensed her presence and sent someone, Ink is good at following trails after all” he winked.
“I never told you who it was”
“Even a toddler could make a guess and get it right, there are only two people he would trust with something like this and only a spy can take out another without drawing attention don’t you think?”
With that, Colton went silent, seemingly considering something new. Whenever they spoke, he tended to do this if he felt cornered. When Blue disproved everything he suspected in seconds, all of his defenses fell knowing this was someone he couldn’t play to his will.
Not like others, where simple words got to their heads, made them believe he held them truly dear, that he gave a single damn about them in any form. It was entertaining, an addicting play for the man, but despite how beneficial it was for him, how easy it was the first time, he could never replicate it on Blue.
A shame, he’d have been just as, if not more useful if making him stay was just that easy. Colton didn’t doubt that they’d have gotten along if they both agreed to stay, extraordinary talents simply tend to gravitate to each other eventually.
“I’m not planning on anything? Why would I do that?” He shrugged. Well, as much as one could when bound down by ropes.
“The only reason I have kept you alive is because you’re useful, it’s just as easy to find someone else who could do the exact same things you do even better so lying and playing this stupid game of yours is a bad idea. I’ve warned you before and this is the last ti-”
“Except you won’t.”
At being cut off, Colton only paused and glared daggers into the other, seemingly daring him to continue.
“You won’t kill me because you know that it’s not that simple, you know that my death is too inconvenient for you now, too hard to fake”
Silence.
Saying that Blue didn’t enjoy the way the other looked when out of options would be a lie, when control was stripped from him and manipulation failed. Without his two most important defenses, his shield fell apart like a house of cards.
For someone meant to be scary, Blue had grown to find him closer to funny.
He was smart, he’d give him that much, but people weren’t his strong suit. W̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶y̶p̶o̶c̶r̶i̶s̶y̶, i̶t̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ o̶n̶e̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ o̶n̶e̶. Growing up in a gang, pressure to be like this from your only parent to prove yourself worthy enough to take his place does that to a man. Not much to dwell on, though, it was his own fault he succumbed to this. If not, then his sister must have been a saint to not fall to the same fate.
That sweet child- Blue had only crossed Camille twice, but it was enough for him to know this was not the place for her. Well, not like it was fit for any kid her age- but that wasn’t something in his control. She’ll get herself out with some assistance, but he wasn’t needed there.
He wasn't really surprised by the way this encounter transpired, seeing the real head of the group wasn't present made things a lot easier for him. For all he puts up, the one in front of him was quite easy to get to. Although that may just be because of how simple it was to get past his walls, a jaded man but not like those types ever posed any issues.
Blue may have been the first person that came to his mind when trying to discern what gave them away, but it was just as likely he wouldn’t be the last.
They had many enemies who wanted to run them into the ground no matter the cost, anyway.
“If the point of this entire show you’ve put up was to blame me for ratting you out, I’m afraid you worked this hard for nothing. I’m sure you’ve figured I want nothing to do with you anymore?”
The blond’s gaze burned holes into his head once again, but Blue ignored him as he had every other time before.
“If you suspect someone to have done so, you and I both know where you should be looking instead” he carried on, “or maybe, it wasn’t an outer source at all”
“Continue.”
Colton’s voice was demanding, threatening, impatient. If it were anyone else, this conversation would have been long over, but unfortunately it still was not.
“You know, I’ve been hearing things”
The other tapped his foot.
“She could have done that herself. At least, that's what a fool may think. The ones you send to watch me are not as discreet as you want them to be, they are not as dedicated as they want you to believe”
“What are you insinuating”
Another way to say ‘choose your next words carefully before I run your head into the ground’, lovely.
“I simply mean that the one who caused this may be closer to you than you think.”
“Something- someone, has infiltrated us?”
Ah, he didn’t consider that, did he? Blue could laugh if not for the increasing tension.
“All I have to add is instead of accusing me of getting her killed, you should be worrying about whether or not I am next”
Bringing attention to his previous involvement with them was unwise, it put both their lives on the line. The brunette relished watching how the other’s expression fell as he desperately tried to piece together a plan, thinking of every possible suspect. That kind of thing was always left to him, the shorter unable to do that kind of thing very well, hard to blame him when all he knew was to dispose of people on the spot and then think, but oh well.
The distraction finally allowed him to untie the knot positioned right above his hands. Terrible craftsmanship, he must say.
His wrists burned by this point, adding to just how uncomfortable he felt in his body at that moment though for a different reason than usual, for once.
He dug his own grave getting involved with this group of individuals, but he will not let them take him to it.
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No, Camille isn't a canon character. No, she doesn't have much plot relevance, Asuka and I thought Colton needed more to his family dynamic and its beneficial for writing purposes so we decided to have her exist only as a plot device. Noooothing more-
If someone told me I would one day discover that one of my fics was drawn I would have laughed in their faces. Omg is this even real? Am I dreaming???? Anyway this is beautiful 😭😭
By the time I have published this, it will probably be far too late but the far right did not win! That represents a time to celebrate for me, so have a wholesome Drue fic for once!
Synopsis: Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.
Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.
Yet, he now found himself trembling.
Why?
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Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.
Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.
On the contrary, he craved the feeling of eyes on him. He craved the feeling of being gazed upon with admiration. He craved the eventual applause of the public, satisfied with his performance.
When he started filming, there was no more audience to immediately react to his work, but movie reviews were quite pleasant as they were not bound to a particular moment.
Filming an interview with a journalist was hardly any different, feeling wise. Many of them had tried to set him up before, but he always did his best to not give that satisfaction to whoever it was.
Yet, he now found himself trembling.
Why?
Honestly, he knew the reason why. It had nothing to do with who would be interviewing him, it had nothing to do with the cameras rolling, it had nothing to do with the worry of looking like a fool.
No, it had to do with the subject of the interview itself.
The first thing that a young actor such as himself learns, most times the hard way, is to put on a mask, even if you are not filming. You always must play a role, no matter where you are or with whom you are.
The public and journalists will grasp any straws to get your attention and above all, they will pick out any flaws, any part of your personality that they do not like and pick at it, desperate to make you break.
The more of your real self you put out there, the more it will hurt when backlash comes to hit you in the face.
That is, after all, the fate of any public figure.
Yet, here he was, about to talk about the person he had carefully buried deep inside his soul and hidden with a mask. He was about to throw out the window everything he had come to learn to protect himself.
He already had the feeling that he was about to bitterly regret doing this.
But he could not back down, not if his testimony could help someone struggling with the same things he did... has.
His breathing started to go funny again but before it could escalate into anything, soft fingertips brushed his knuckles, giving him something to focus on as that fleeting sensation quickly turned into a proper touch, a familiar hand covering his own.
He lifted his head, meeting golden eyes in which concern glistened like diamonds.
“Are you alright?” Dream whispered, his thumb stroking Blue’s palm.
He hesitated for a moment, before nodding, using his free hand to cover Dream’s. “I am now.”
He scooted closer to him, their legs touching before he rested his head on top of Dream’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Thank you for being here.” He muttered, hoping that his whisper was enough to convey just how grateful he was to him.
Although, he had the feeling that Dream was going to misinterpret his words as thanking him solely for being here with him on that day when really, he was thanking him for being here with him since day one.
But that was okay, he would have plenty of time left to thank him again, properly this time.
Dream’s lips twitched upward in a gentle smile. “No need, it is only natural.”
It was not, not to him.
“Mr. Blue?” A member of the staff, so recognizable by their uniform, suddenly called out to him, putting an end to his conversation with his husband.
“Yes?” He quickly responded, already dreading whatever the crew member was about to say. “Is something the matter?”
However, the person quickly shook their head, much to his relief. “Not quite, I was just sent to warn you that the cameras will start rolling soon since you looked quite...” They glanced at Dream, stifling a chuckle. “... Distracted.”
Dream chose to ignore that last comment as Blue thanked them for the warning.
“If you need a break, tell me, okay?” That must have been the sixth time in the last hour that the actor heard that request from the other, but oddly enough, he did not mind the repetition. If anything, it reassured him.
“I will.” He squeezed his hand, hoping it would give him enough strength to fulfill the mission he was meant to complete by coming here. “Thank you.”
They fell silent as the lights went out and the decor lit up, the presenter finally welcoming the audience warmly as they gave a summary of who the guests were and the program for the day.
As the presenter turned to him, professional smile stretching their face, Blue took a deep breath. This sight was familiar to him, such charade having taken place for longer than he could recall.
“I am glad that you were able to make it today, Mr. Blue!” They then turned to Dream. “The same goes for you, Mr. Von Licht!”
Dream waved the comment away with the back of his hand. “Oh please, no need to mention it. You can ignore my presence for now as I am only here to support my husband.”
The presenter feigned a chuckle, making a comment on how heartwarming that gesture was, before ultimately focusing on Blue. He straightened his back, putting on the same smile the public adored and worshipped since he was a child.
“Your fans have a lot of inquiries for you and most specifically about your mental health journey.” They began, bending to the right as they took a hat that Blue did not even notice its presence and put it on their knees, revealing the small cards discarded inside of it. “Would it bother you to pick one of those cards?”
Blue nodded as an answer, clutching onto Dream’s hand for dear life as his free hand reached for the hat that the presenter put on top of the coffee table in front of them.
He fumbled around the papers for a few seconds with a shaking hand before he finally caught one between his index and middle finger, pulling his hand back and opening the card.
“What does it say?” The presenter asked, as Blue could feel Dream leaning toward him and reading the contents of the card behind his shoulder.
Blue bit his lip as he read the card silently before risking opening his mouth, hoping on all deities out there that his voice would not quiver so early on. “Do you or did you believe that starving yourself made you more beautiful?”
The gentle rubbing of Dream’s hand on his shoulders made him almost want to cry but he quickly regained his composure. “... Quite honestly, yes. I still have a lot of issues regarding dissociating my appearance to my diet and do feel more appealing when I go on about my day on an empty stomach.”
Each word he uttered out loud felt like a stab in the chest, but he pushed himself to continue, thinking of all the other people who could be in the same situation as he is.
He turned toward Dream, who smiled encouragingly at him, which ended up making him crack a smile as well.
“Luckily for me though, I have an amazing husband who would still find me attractive no matter what I look like.” He paused as his smile faded. “I doubt that my relationship with my body or food will ever improve, but I have at least come to accept that my looks aren’t all there is to appreciate about me and am doing my best to try and put my health first.”
“Thank you for your answer.” The presenter finally said, after making sure that Blue was done talking. They eyed him for a few seconds, without malice, before talking again. “It is a priority for our guests to be feeling as comfortable as possible so how would you like to speak about a more usual topic?”
Blue tilted his head on the side, his curiosity piqued. Even if it was, he probably would have latched onto that opportunity either way, considering the dull pain in his stomach had been worsening ever since he started speaking or did it just feel this way because he wanted to do it again and he knew his last words were a blatant lie?.
“Not at all, what do you want to ask me about?” They were most likely referring to questions regarding his career, but perhaps they could be able to surprise him this time?
“I think many of us had dreamed of becoming an actor or play in a theatre at least once in our life,” She started, giving right to Blue’s intuition. “We all have our weaknesses when it comes to acting but, as a professional actor, what is, for you, the most difficult emotion to fake?”
Well, that was certainly an unusual question. Blue tapped his chin in thought, trying to recall any moment he had any difficulty entering his role.
He glanced at Dream for a moment, the latter flashing him with one of his confused smiles that never failed to make his heart flutter. He had his answer now.
“Many people would think it would be despair, especially with how hard it is for most people to cry for a role.” He shook his head.
“However, I firmly believe it is one of the easiest. No matter what degree, we have all felt desperate. Whether it be regarding an absence of support, an inability to connect with other people, mistreatment, financial problems, the death of a loved one... We have all been in that dark place that some of us are still not able to claw their way out. Tears are not the only form this despair takes as well.”
Despair could take the form of letting a trusted one do whatever they want, what you wanted be damned, your comfort be damned, as long as they stayed with you.
It could take the form of a blade that you would drag on your skin and silence whatever storm was brewing in your head before tempting you for more hurt, for more blood to stop the hurt you felt inside.
It could take the form of vomiting the little food you had managed to shove down your throat, heaving and gasping for breath as you could feel your throat and stomach burning like they were attacked by the embers of hell.
It could also take the form of standing in the middle of the crowd and feeling just as alone and unseen as if you had been thrown into the void itself.
He looked toward the camera, the people behind it eyeing him with attention. “The hardest emotion to fake is happiness, true happiness.”
At the raised eyebrow he received, he continued his explanation. “We have all felt despair, but only a few of us know happiness. I am not talking about those fleeting moments of satisfaction or relief, I am referring to a safe happiness, that euphoria you can always go back to no matter where you find yourself.”
“You could be having the roughest day of your life, but the memory of that happiness would not make you resentful, more miserable, or bitter, it would make you happy. That happiness of course would not prevent you from feeling miserable, far from, but it would, it will be there for you when you do.”
The presenter stayed without talking for a few seconds before speaking again. “And did you find yours?”
Blue beamed at Dream, planting a kiss on his cheek. Startled, the latter’s cheeks turned rose as he stared at Blue in bewilderment. He squeezed his hand once more as his smile widened. “Yes, yes I did.”
He turned back to the presenter, this time, genuinely confident he would get through that interview unscathed.
He could fall as many times as he wanted, he could break as many times as he needed as well, it all did not matter.
He was out of that dark place, despair could try to drag him back there, it could tempt him all he wanted with that cursed picture in his mirror or those sharp blades, he would not stay there any longer.
Even if he fell once more, he would do anything in his power to claw his way back up.
He was damaged, that much was obvious.
But he was not beyond repair, and one day he will be all fixed up.
