Dreamswap Oneshots

Loneliness (Drue)

Warnings: Blood, implied abuse, violence, stalking, attempted murder, hallucinations and heavy Blue angst

So this one-shot was written in honor of an au one of my friends and I made. The au was set in a modern era where the apples never existed but the Priest (from Dream and Nightmare's backstory) and Papyrus are unfortunately alive, the latter forced some of the cast into a marriage of convenience: Dream with Blue and Nightmare with an arsehole that will give him all the mental problems the original DS Dream gave to DS Nightmare.

We also went with the real job thing where Dream is a lawyer, Blue an actor and Nightmare a violinist.

Prior to the one-shot's event, Blue had fallen in love with Dream after the latter helped him get Papyrus in jail for his 26 years of abuse and is now in the perilous process of trying to get Dream to notice how down bad he is for him because yes, Dream is also the densest mother fricker alive here. As a famous actor, problems such as stalkers and such are not so uncommon for Blue.

This time though, things went extremely wrong which led the stalker to try and shoot Blue...
Thing is, the bullet never reached him since Dream launched himself in between them.
So now Blue is stuck all alone with his thoughts while Dream lays unconscious in a hospital bed, joy.

***

"BLUE!" Dream had shouted, an arsenal of emotions laced in his voice before Blue felt his body crash into him as a bullet broke through Dream's protective layers of skin, uncomfortably close to his heart.

That shout, that moment, it was the last time Blue had heard Dream's voice and had seen him with open eyes.

***

The famous actor entered the pristine white hospital room, a flower bouquet in hand. The regular sound of the heartbeat monitor welcomed him back, the screen drawing the tune of Dream's heart in green color. Attached to the machine, laying in an equally white bed, was Dream.

He laid there motionless, eyes tightly shut as Blue has perpetually seen him the last few months. The man was pretty sure that he was in the same position as the first night he was sent there, considering that he has never moved an inch ever since he came here.

The curtains, the walls, the ground, and every aspect of the building faded away once he caught a glimpse of him as per usual. His eyes went back and forth between his face and his arms, hoping to catch the slightest movement, as small as it may be. It could be a twitch of eyebrows, the parting of lips, a finger brushing the texture of the blanket thrown over his body, anything that might indicate he was gonna wake up.

He was met with disappointment again, Dream was still laying in the bed as still as the bedrock. That failure had Blue's eyes dimmed, heart beating painfully in his chest as he stepped closer to the almost cadaveric figure and placed the bouquet on the patient's nightstand.

Today, he had chosen to pair gardenias with tansies. The tansies' golden color reminded Blue of Dream's eyes, bright and lovely despite what the man himself thought of them. He liked looking at them because he thinks that it perfectly images what Dream has been for him, a light of soft warmth, a beacon he could always find even on the darkest nights.

They symbolized protection and hope for good health, which was exactly what Blue was hoping for. He was no religious man but he would have happily got down on his knees and prayed to the Heavens for them to make Dream get back on his feet, to defend him from Death's judgemental blade, to bring him back to Blue.