Dreamswap Oneshots

Sin (Sweammare)

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This is the sequel to Birthday Mess because someone requested it and I kind of got an awesome idea thanks to that.

I know that the title sounds very scary but there is nothing to worry about, there is not going to be any explicit content here.

Enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Internalized homophobia, self-harm (scratching), lowkey religious trauma

Synopsis: It has been a few days since their birthday, and everything has returned to normal. Or at least, that is what it felt like. In truth, it has been way harder for Nightmare to continue denying his blatant feelings for his childhood best friend.

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It has been a few days since their birthday, and everything has returned to normal. Or at least, that is what it felt like. In truth, it has been way harder for Nightmare to continue denying his blatant feelings for his childhood best friend.

If the fact he was in love with Dream had never been doubted, Nightmare had been actively repressing said feelings. After all, was it not a sin to love the same gender? I̶f̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶?̶

Besides, Dream would never reciprocate his feelings, it was impossible. He was thoughtful, quite scarily handsome and popular among beautiful ladies. Why would he ever choose him over all of them?

He did not want to risk their friendship over some silly little feelings either. How would Dream react if he were to learn his best friend had feelings for him? He would hate him for sure. H̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶e̶r̶e̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶e̶n̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶s̶t̶ ̶H̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶e̶s̶.̶

He was the only one Nightmare ever had, he did not know if he could handle it if the other were to leave. H̶e̶ ̶d̶e̶f̶i̶n̶i̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶.̶

Nightmare had come to peace with the fact he would never be able to call Dream his lover. The latter would one day fall for a pretty lady, get married and be happy. Nightmare was fine with that; h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶; if he got to keep Dream's eyes in his life and see him happy, he would be glad too. T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶.̶

It had hurt at first, to convince himself to abandon his feelings.

However, he knew it was for the best. Pursuing the impossible dream of chasing after his love would only lead to pain, not only for him but for Dream as well. He was fine with the idea of letting the other think he had never loved him more than a best friend. I̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶u̶n̶f̶a̶i̶r̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶?̶

It would have come out fruitless anyway, right?

That is what he had come to believe.

Until that night, at least.

"If anything is going to happen between us, I want to be sober for it."

Nightmare's heart had skipped a beat at those hushed words, muttered only for him to hear. From the memory of this single sentence, many more flooded back, reigniting the fire Nightmare had tried so hard to weaken.

He could still feel the way Dream's lips had felt against his own, how his arms had circled his waist, pulling him close. He could still feel Dream's erratic heartbeat as they pressed their chests together, its rhythm oh so similar to his own.