Soft - Dream/Blue Fic
Media: UTMV/Undertale Multiverse
Genres: Fluff, pre-established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, human AU, just them being cuties :(, Dream’s reflecting on his past traumas, Dream calling Blue corny pet names because that’s who he is, kisses <3
Characters: Blue, Dream, Nightmare (mentioned), Ink (mentioned)
Pairings: Dream/Blue
CW/TW - Mentions of sex, using sex as a coping mechanism, brief mention of bdsm (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 1931 Words
That night, there was a meteor shower. To say that meteor showers were rare would be overstepping, it wasn’t difficult to see one in a mortal lifetime. They happen around thirty times per year, always in different places. Dream had lived over seven mortal lifetimes, and had seen his fair share of meteor showers. He could see why people liked them, they were awfully pretty. They seemed to get prettier every time Dream saw one. Although, he preferred taking people who had never seen one, and to watch their reaction. To see someone see a meteor shower for the first time was better than the meteor shower itself! When their face lit up, and the meteors reflected in their eyes, the positivity filling up and overflowing like a volcano? Heavenly.
So when Dream turned his attention from the meteor shower and took a glance at Blue who was mesmerized, it really wasn’t a surprise. His, absolutely gorgeous, navy blue eyes reflected the light from the stars and the meteors showering down, albeit with a slight dark blue hue. How could he pay attention to anything else when Blue was just covered in sheer awe and excitement. The man had lived his entire life underground, so anything that had to do with the sky was completely new. Dream couldn’t forget when he took him home for the first time, he didn’t even step inside for a few hours. Dream stayed outside with him, of course, and he just watched as Blue stared up into the sky, watching the clouds and the blue sky. He told Dream that Error had briefly shown him the sky and the stars but he never realized that, “It was so big!”
After dinner that night, Dream showed him the stars. How could he not?
So when Dream caught a whiff of a meteor shower was going to happen, he absolutely had to show Blue what it was like. Blue delivered perfectly. Dream leaned into his arms that were placed on his knees and sighed wistfully, watching as Blue stared into amazement at the sky. Blue was relaxed on the roof, arms resting behind him, holding him up. His pose was so…open. Dream was jealous of him. Disregarding his current posture, Blue wasn’t the most private person in general. He often spoke about his feelings bluntly, how things made him feel. Blue was reserved about certain things, of course, everyone was, but even then he tried to talk about them. His past traumas still haunted him. Dream could tell. It was his experience and time with Error that he was often the most quiet about.
Oh, how Dream wished he was like that. For a Guardian of Emotions, the fact that he was so closed off made him want to slam his head through a wall. He wished that he didn’t care about Nightmare so much, so then maybe when Nightmare went berserk, turned him to stone, and left him for a hundred years, it wouldn’t’ve stung so much. Maybe if he cared less, it wouldn’t pain him to fight Nightmare with the intent to kill. Maybe, he wouldn’t lay awake at night, thinking about every single little thing he did wrong. Wondering, agonizing, whether or not he could’ve stopped Nightmare from eating the apples and going down the path he did.
Man, Nightmare fucked him up.
Those attachments didn’t just go away, unfortunately. Dream wasn’t sure if anyone would ever know him as well as Nightmare did. Nightmare wasn’t drawn to him because of his aura, or because he was a hero. Nightmare just liked him because he was him. He wasn’t the Guardian of Positivity or Leader of the Star Squad, he was just…Dream. That wasn’t the case anymore. Now, he was an enemy. And he was certain that was all that Nightmare viewed him as. It hurt, to be honest.
Every intimate relationship that he had after Nightmare wasn’t built off of anything, no trust, no similar hobbies, just his aura. The sickeningly sweet positivity he radiated that attracted anyone and everyone to him. He could barely comprehend that someone could understand him apart from his aura, that he was only being used for other people to be happy. It made him feel gross inside. He had convinced himself that he couldn’t be understood. He couldn’t be loved because his aura would get in the way. That people would only see him as what he presented himself to be.
It was a bit silly to think that it took him over fifty years since his freedom from stone to learn otherwise. Yeah, it had been fifty whole years since he first met Ink and the two became a duo! Time flies. He always found it hilarious when he told people how old he was, and that he could've been at their parents' birth if he wanted. The Star Squad didn’t gain their third member until two years ago.
And it had been a wonderful two years. Dream’s posture shifted, and he couldn’t help but smile at the mortal beside him.
“This was incredible. Thank you. Thank you so much!” Blue grasped Dream’s hands, grinning big at him.
“Anything for you, B.” Dream took one of Blue’s hands and kissed the top of it, winking at him. Blue flushed, his pretty eyes darting around in embarrassment.
Despite how flustered Dream had made him with a single action, it didn’t stop Blue from getting close to him, and whispering in his ear. “Would you like to know my favorite thing that’s in the sky?”
“What…?” Dream couldn’t stop himself from shivering.
Blue pushed back some of Dream’s golden coils and kissed his forehead. “The sun.”
“Aww jeez.” Blue laughed, as Dream averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. Blue focused back onto the sky, although his body still faced Dream. Dream also glanced towards the sky. He sat a bit more open, hands resting on his thighs. There was something he wanted to say. Blue had done so much for him, and he didn’t even know it!
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure!” Blue chirped, smiling. Although he didn’t make eye contact, still staring at the sky, Dream knew he was paying attention. It was something he had gotten used to. Even still, Dream used one of his hands to touch Blue’s face, pulling it over so all of him was facing Dream. He followed the lines of Blue’s face, caressing his cheeks, his nose, and his lips. Blue was so pretty. Dream wondered if he knew that. His vitiligo on his face is what Dream loved touching most. His pointer finger trailed over the patterns across his face, the biggest patches being around his right cheek and left eye.
“Thank you.”
Blue leaned into Dream’s touch, putting his hand over Dream’s, “For what?”
“I dunno,” Dream whistled, trying to find his words, “Being there, for me. And not being…selfish, about it? Haha.”
“Selfish?”
“People have…always used me for my aura.” Dream pulled away from Blue and he frowned, putting his hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Even before Nightmare went nuts. He was the only one who wasn’t affected by it and just…liked me for me y’know? And so after, uh, everything, it was hard. Because I didn’t have anyone who knew me for me, even if they said they did. Fuck, I mean Ink is really only around because I make him happy instead of his paints.”
Despite that, Dream would consider Ink a friend. Even though Ink would absolutely leave him to die at the drop of a hat. That was just something he had learned to accept about the bastard.
Dream had his arms crossed and he fidgeted with his leather jacket. “I was desperate. To feel something, y’know? To get some validation, to be loved not for my accomplishments, not for my aura, just for something, anything else. I found that validation in sex. It was…bad. Not sex, itself, obviously. I think sex is fucking awesome.”
“Yeah I know.” Blue stated, voice flat.
“Oi.” Dream smacked him softly with the backside of his hand. “Anyways, I had an unhealthy relationship with it. Used it for validation from people and it was just real rough. It was a hard couple of years.” Dream chuckled nervously, averting his eyes and pulling his body away from Blue. When he looked back, Blue was looking at him, waiting for him to continue with a small smile.
“But you changed that. Changed my way of thinking.” Dream turned to touch his face, again. “You saw past my aura, despite its effects on you. You made an effort to get to know me, and learn more about me than just being a hero or a happiness drug. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know, B.”
Blue leaned into Dream’s side, putting his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Of course. You’re awesome! Aura or not.”
“You’re so sweet.” Dream spoke softly, allowing Blue to hold his hand.
“I’d do anything for you. You know that right? Anything, really! Just say the word and I’ll get right to work!”
With a sudden switch, Dream, with his cheeks hot and flushed, shoved Blue away. Who was reasonably distraught. He held his hands up and the look on his face was one of both betrayal and deep concern. Dream huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. “You make me so mad sometimes, you know that?”
“W-Wha-”
“I mean, I’m supposed to be Dream, Guardian of Positivity! Hardcore punk, BDSM aficionado! And yet, you make me all mushy and soft.” Dream scooted closer to Blue once more, pulling him close by his waist. “How dare you. What’s your secret?”
The relief on Blue’s face was clear. He had seriously thought that he had done something wrong. He allowed himself to be held, their lips meeting. Slowly and sensually, Dream kissed down Blue’s face. Down his cheeks, across his jaw, and down his neck. He even went so far as to bury his face into Blue’s scarf to kiss him. Blue just relaxed into it, soft, whine-like noises coming out of him.
Once Dream had decided that he was done, Blue responded. “Maybe I’m just that cute?”
“God you’re so fucking right.” Dream yanked him close by his scarf. “C’mere sweetcheeks.”
With a squeal, Blue toppled over, Dream on top of him. Dream grabbed his face with his hands and kissed him, lips slamming together in desperation. Blue wrapped his arms around Dream’s shoulders, keeping him close. He was warm, and goosebumps ran up Blue’s arms and legs as he pushed their lips together more. Soft moans and grunts left the two of them as they made out on the roof, wanting nothing more than to be close to one another. After a moment, Dream broke away, giving Blue time to catch his breath. Dream could make out all day, but his boyfriend needed to breathe.
“I love you so much,” Dream said, kissing his cheek. Blue breathed ragged breaths, arms still wrapped around Dream’s shoulders. “You’re perfect…”
Blue took Dream’s face in his hands, “Do you know how much you matter to me?”
“Why don’t you show me hot stuff?”
As if Blue wouldn’t oblige to that.
The meteor shower wasn’t exactly done yet, but neither bothered to pay attention to it anymore. It was like a scene from a movie, making out on the roof with the stars glimmering in the sky, feeling the warmth of each other. It was perfect. And Dream couldn’t wait to do it again, and again.
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