Synopsis: Dream had been sat on the couch for approximately five miserable seconds before he heard their bedroom’s door swing open, hurried footsteps heading straight toward him.
The next moment, Blue had sat down on his lap, his legs resting on the empty seats next to him while he was latched onto his left arm, head leaning on his shoulder.
***
Number One: The way he would cling to him
Dream may complain about Blue being too close to him often, but he would only really complain when they would be in public or if the former had something important to do which required the other to let go of him.
Otherwise, he would welcome him with open arms, no complaints on his lips.
Though, as much as he loved Blue, he would never admit to his face that he found his habit of clinging to him adorable.
He most likely already knew about his feelings on the matter and that was enough to make him want to die inside a little bit, there was no need for him to kick his pride further into the hole.
Although, his boyfriend did not seem to agree with him on that.
Dream had been sat on the couch for approximately five miserable seconds before he heard their bedroom’s door swing open, hurried footsteps heading straight toward him.
The next moment, Blue had sat down on his lap, his legs resting on the empty seats next to him while he was latched onto his left arm, head leaning on his shoulder.
“What are we watching?” He asked, not even bothering to greet him or ask how his day had gone anymore. Dream was not planning to watch anything that day but since the other was feeling up to it, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
“Whatever you want to watch.” The moment his sentence came out, Blue was looking at him with the most serious face he had ever seen him wear.
“Hamilton.” Dream laughed but complied either way.
“Hamilton it is.” He nodded, before staring at Blue, hoping he would get the message.
The other stared back, a smirk drawing along his lips as his eyes shone with mischief. He blinked innocently at him as he tightened his grip on him. Dream sighed but did not comment further, it would be pointless anyway.
***
As he sat down on the couch, Dream felt like something was missing. He frowned, trying to think if any furniture was missing. He turned his gaze toward the room, scanning every object in the room. Everything seemed normal. So why did he feel so weird all of a sudden?
That is when he realized that he was feeling lighter, and not in a good way.
His cheeks flushed red as he groaned, putting his face in his hands as he cursed. The fact he had gotten so used to having the other latched onto him to the point where he felt weird not to feel the weight of an additional person on him was a really bad sign.
He shook his head.
He had more important things to do as of now. After all, Blue always ran up to him once he heard the other come back home and it is not like he had been any more discreet today than any other day. Could Blue be sick?
He got up from the couch and walked toward their shared room, the usually comforting silence starting to grow more hostile by the second. By the time he had reached the room, his eyes were narrowed and a voice at the back of his head was already telling him to draw his sword, just in case.
He twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, letting the light of the corridor illuminate the otherwise dark room.
A figure was wrapped in the blanket.
He approached the bed and as he did so, a part of his brain suddenly seemed to remember that scene from a horror movie he had watched with the children of the orphanage where a character found the corpse of their loved one wrapped in the blanket like the current situation.
He shook his head to get rid of the mental image, telling himself that it was just the paranoia that came of a horror movie, it did not even smell of blood.
Death does not always have to involve bloodshed, he reminded himself as he extended his arm toward the figure.
When his fingertips brushed the blanket, a hand suddenly emerged from it and took a hold of his wrist. Dream’s eyes widened as he was suddenly pulled down, yelping.
The bed creaked a bit when Dream’s body crashed on top of the mattress, his head against the pillows. Before he could recover from the shock, he was startled by a wild Blue straddling his waist and laying his head on his chest, giggling as he did so.
“You--” Dream started before finally giving up, just letting the other do as he wished to.
Though, even if he did not finish his sentence, it seemed like Blue was able to understand him just fine anyway. He stuck his tongue out to him. “That is for making me wait so long! I was so bored; you could not possibly imagine the extent of my suffering!” He whined, slumping down against the other’s chest again.
Dream sighed, feeling normal again as he patted Blue’s head, absently apologizing for being late.
***
Number Two: The way his pupils changed shape when he is happy
The first time it happened, Dream had to pinch himself to assert that whatever he was seeing was real and not a consequence of his lack of sleep. If he recalled correctly, it was before they had gotten together, a few weeks after they had met.
Somehow, Blue had started to snake his way into his inner circle despite his best efforts to keep him out of there. He had sneaked inside of his office as usual, sitting in the corner of his desk with his legs crossed on Dream’s left side.
As usual, his order to get off and let him work in peace was ignored with a smile as he kept on rambling about his day.
He had sighed at his irresponsiveness as he picked up his pen and started to get back on completing his massive amount of paperwork. He would have rather died than admit it to his face, but he did find what he told him extremely entertaining. Plus, it made perfect background noise for him not to fall asleep mid-work, so he supposed that his presence was not that much of a nuisance.
“(…) And then she had the audacity to tell me she was both a lesbian and a homophobe! Can you believe that?” He continued his story, pairing his dramatic tone with equally extravagant facial expressions and movements. “Then I took my revenge by befriending her mother--”
He had been holding his laughter this entire time, not wanting to give him the proof that he was listening but that seemed to be his breaking point, a chuckle leaving him before it spiraled into full-blown laughter.
It was not even that funny, he could not even understand why he had laughed exactly but he did.
He noticed that the other had completely stopped talking, the other’s figure not moving a single inch from what Dream’s peripheral vision could tell him. He looked up, psychologically preparing for the most likely mockery that was going to follow...
… Mockery that never did quite arrive.
He froze as he met his widened eyes, cheeks flushed red, and lips slightly parted because of awe. Dream was quite positive that he never saw the other looking so expressive as of now.
They stayed staring at each other in silence for a few more seconds before it was finally broken by the shorter one who got down from the desk and stood at Dream’s level instead.
“You’re beautiful.” Those words came out in a breathless tone as Blue cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb over his skin. Dream frowned in an attempt to hide his own state of embarrassment.
He looked away. “You should not throw those words around so easily.” Was all he said.
Blue let out a chuckle, attracting Dream’s attention once again.
That is when he saw them.
Shining brightly in his azure eyes, two stars had replaced his pupils, glinting, and rotating ever so slightly every time he moved his eyes. Dream found himself unable to tear his eyes off them, amazed at what he was seeing.
***
The next time he had seen them, they were celebrating their first anniversary.
Dream had made sure everything would go perfectly. Months in advance, he had made sure to make it clear that the famous ‘sea of stars’ (name given to a beach in the following universe because of the way the water of the sea perfectly replicated the stars above) of Outertale was to be left alone on that day.
It never rained in Outertale but just in case, he had a plan B, inside of a building this time, to make sure that even if the famous location was unable to provide them with the view he had expected, they would still be able to enjoy their day. He also did not need to have journalists running after them during their date.
He knew that Blue liked the attention but there was only so much his thin (non-existent) patience could take.
That day, he had also made sure not to wear his usual jacket as Blue often qualified it as ‘horrendous’. Though he was never able to tell why exactly, to him it looked perfectly fine.
He played with his fingers as he anxiously looked at his watch, worried his plan had not been polished enough and something was going to go wrong. He had accounted for the rain, but what if there was a storm instead? And the waves? Maybe he had placed the napkin too close to the waters- Oh wait, could Blue swim? Well, he had assumed he could but if he could not then--
His overthinking was put to an end as he felt arms snake their way around his neck, someone’s head resting on his own. “Happy anniversary, Angel.” Came Blue’s sing-song voice, happiness evident in his tone.
“Happy anniversary to you too.” He replied, turning around, and planting a kiss on his cheek, which made the other giggle.
He rotated completely before scooping the other in his arms like a princess in a fairy tale. Blue yelped before laughing wholeheartedly as he found himself sitting on Dream’s lap this time.
They exchanged a few sentences as Blue took Dream’s hand, turning his gaze to the exquisite sight before him.
Nature was incredibly beautiful.
Blue hated silence with passion, the lack of noise always announcing dreadful things to come but as he sat there with Dream, looking at the stars and their reflection in the light waves as he felt Dream’s thumb drawing small circles on the back of his hand, he felt at peace.
He sighed in content as he leaned back on Dream’s chest, looking up toward said man.
The other smiled at him fondly, Blue’s pupils waving before taking the form of stars once again.
Dream’s smile widened. “You really are an enigma, Blue. How do your eyes do this?”
“Do what? Attract you?” He teased, unaware of his star-shaped pupils’ existence. “I do that with the strength of my love for you.”
“Dork.” Dream grinned, playfully headbutting him.
***
Number Three: Their little discussions on the phone
Dream was this close to feeding someone his work paper.
Why in the name of everything that is good and sweet did it never lower?
Why did the piles of paper always reach his ceiling somehow?
He was so tired, maybe he could ask someone else to do it this time or do it another day?
God, doing nothing sounded like heaven right now...
Not to mention, his wrist was burning. He was quite certain that if he were to continue writing, it might just snap off.
But then again, procrastinating had never been something he could afford to do now that he had become a prominent figure in the multiverse.
He picked up a sheet of paper, scanning its contents tiredly.
It was a report about the recent casualties in a nearby universe, suddenly hit by a cyclone. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the number of deaths, missing people and injured.
Somehow, his fatigue only doubled.
He quickly sent more instructions to his men to dispatch more teams to aid with the rescue mission, adding a note about supply lines.
It was the third time he had done this in the last five minutes.
Why were so many disasters hitting now?
He felt drained just thinking of all the human lives lost.
Suddenly, his phone let out a rather loud beep, making him flinch. That beep was followed by many others, making Dream raise an eyebrow as he reached for the device in his pocket, feeling it vibrate against his tight every second.
He unlocked it, finding himself in the text app.
On top, the name Blue appeared.
‘Angel, you will not believe what happened to me today!’ The long series of messages started three fading dots at the bottom left-hand corner screen signaling that Blue was still typing.
‘I was feeding Alora and then--’ A rain of little anecdotes about his day assaulted the phone’s notification system, making Dream laugh a bit as he read over the text.
He glanced at the paperwork still waiting for him, but he shook his head, deciding that there was no harm in taking a little break.
Let us be fair, a lot of people ship you and Blue, the ship name is either Drueberry and/or Dreamberry, the anonymous' that are sending you the faces are probably thinking something sexual happened between you and Blue, Lord Dream.
Blue frowned, propping himself up to sit on the all known CEO’s desk. “Buuut Dreeaaam,” He whined childishly, “Isn’t there something else you’d like to do?” He hopped off the desk, going next to him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. “You’ve been working on that paper for the last few minutes I was here!” He smiled, tilting his head, “Are you distracted by me?”
“No, absolutely not.” Dream responded, furrowing his brows as he picked up his pen and rapidly tried to finish the current paper in front of him. If it’ll make Blue go away, which he doubted, it might save his very existence.
“Funny thing is,” Blue leaned over to Dream, whispering softly into his ear, “I think you are.” He pulled away, letting out a soft giggle afterwards. “You don’t have to hide anything from me...” He trailed his finger over Dream, specifically following the lines and marks on his jacket.
Dream’s eye twitched, gosh could Blue be anymore insufferable. His answer, yes, yes he could. After another moment, he sighed and looked over to Blue, narrowing his eyes over towards him. “What you want, Blue?”
Blue only smiled, letting his hand make his way over to Dream’s cheek. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, inching a bit closer to Dream, their faces barely inches apart. “I want you.”
