Dreammare Oneshots

Party

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Nightmare was hosting a party.

A very hoity-toity party.

Dream wasn't invited.

But Dream was there anyway. He was going to be there whether or not Nightmare wanted him to be.

And surprise, surprise, he was. He was there in a black suit with yellow accents (he was without his crown obviously), and was currently hiding out in the bathroom, strategizing.

He had to be very careful, one slip up and boom, he'd be back in Nightmare's dungeon, for the billionth time.

And if Dream was in the dungeon, he wouldn't be able to dance and then make out with Nightmare.

Dream took in a sharp inhale, it would take Nightmare about 10 minutes to realize Dream was there, mainly because others were having a good time and he wouldn't be able to tell that it was Dream and first glance.

But when Dream got Nightmare alone he wasn't sure how long he would be able to make out. He hoped that it would be long. He really wanted to kiss Nightmare.

Dream just had to shoot his shot.

"Just do it Dream, you have nothing to lose." Dream exited the bathroom, with the confidence of seventh grader and the fear of a mouse being hunted down by a lion.

Perfect conditions.

Dream waltzed his way down the hallway and into the large ballroom, where the sounds of people talking and footsteps filled the air.

Dream straightened his tie and slipped in, making sure no one saw him.

He soon located Nightmare, he was talking to people with a small wine glass in his hands.

Dream felt his face flush up at the sight of him, but he knew he had to keep going, he had made it this far.

Dream slowly made his way over to Nightmare, his hands placed in his pockets loosely.

The song was almost over, Dream could tell.

He was 98.92 percent positive that the next song was going to be a slow dance, and he prayed that it was because if it wasn't, he would make a fool of himself and DIE.

Well maybe not die, but he would want to.

Dream casually walked over, his blush becoming deeper as he heard Nightmare's voice become more and more clear.

Dream shut off his aura as the song began to change, he was right, it was a slow dance. He had to be quick, everyone would be asking to dance with Nightmare.

Dream cleared his throat as he went up to Nightmare. "Pardon me, King Nightmare?"

Nightmare looked down at Dream, his sparkling, teal eyes sent Dream's heart racing.

"Yes?"

"May I have this dance?"

Nightmare smirked and set his drink down, he grabbed Dream's hand.

"Of course."

Dream's heart fluttered as Nightmare led him out to the dance floor.

"Do you mind if I...?"

Nightmare lifted his hand up to Dream's waist, asking if he could lead.

Dream was supposed to say no, so he could lead Nightmare out and then kiss him. But he didn't.

"Oh, of-of course."

Nightmare smiled and placed his hand on Dream's waist. Dream places his hand on Nightmare's shoulder, their hands entangling with one another.

Soon they began to dance, a simple waltz, as Dream had figured.

"You're a very good dancer, who taught you?"

"Ah, thank you! An old friend of mine taught me, he was an outstanding dancer."

Dream wasn't lying. Nightmare was the one who taught him.

"He taught you well."

Dream smiled as the song continued.

Slowly but surely he realized he and Nightmare were moving away from the center of the dance floor, and since Nightmare was leading, Dream had practically no control over the situation.

"N-Nightmare-"

Nightmare spun the two of them out of the room and Nightmare pinned Dream against the wall.

Dream stated up into Nightmare's eyes, they weren't angry, not even close.

"So do you want to confess or do you want me to call you out?"

"W-What...?"

"Dream."

Dream's face flushed with panic, "N-Nightmare look, this is, it's not-"

"Why are you here Dream? I'm not mad, I'm impressed if anything, you managed to break into my castle without me even noticing. That's not something many people can say."

Dream exhaled, he knew that Nightmare reacted better to actions rather than words.

Dream reach his arms around Nightmare's neck and brought their faces close.

"Isn't it obvious?" Dream breathed, staring right into Nightmare's shocked eyes.

"Really?" Nightmare breathed back, caressing Dream's face.

Dream pulled Nightmare closer, closing the gap that separated them.

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Dream shot straight up, his hands clenched into the sheets on the bed.

Had...?

Had it been a dream?

Dream turned his head to see Nightmare next to him.

He also realized he wasn't wearing pants.

And neither was Nightmare.

I...

Oh my God...

Nightmare and I...

We...

HOLY SHIT.

A large smile grew onto Dream's face. He felt like Alice from Fun Home right after she had discovered that she was a lesbian.

Changing my Major was the only thing playing in his head at this moment.

Dream looked back at Nightmare who had an eye open, Dream looked away, a light shade of blush coating his face.

Nightmare grabbed Dream's shoulder and brought him back down into the bed.

"Go back to sleep you nerd."

Dream smiled and snuggled up closer to Nightmare, burying his head into his shoulder.

"I love you Nightmare."

Nightmare sighed and kissed Dream on the forehead.

"I love you too Dreamy."

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