Pairings: Dreamxseveral

As the guardian of dreams, Dream had a very good grip on emotions as a hole. He had spent his entire life dedicated to the happiness of others, he had seen all forms of happiness out there. At least that was what Dream had thought back then. Back before he started to know love. Real love, not one caused by his aura.

It was funny how people thought love was a powerful feeling when, in reality, it was a neutral one. Only the illusion of love was a positive feeling, and heartbreak was a negative feeling. But when it came to real love, neither Dream nor Nightmare had any more control then anyone else.

Considering all things, maybe it was fate that the first time Dream felt real love it was against the only one that grew stronger from heartbreak. Some may even have said it had been wrong of him to feel such feelings towards the one he called brother. Dream, in the future, had looked back on this many times  and sometimes found himself agreeing with this sentiment. But be had been young back then. He had not known what what the feeling in question was, not until the tree incident where his other died and his brother was forever lost to him.

Not until the day when he tasted heartbreak for the first time.

Nightmare knew, he had to have figured it out that day.

How could he have not when the heartbreak of his brother fueled him enough to subject Dreamtale in an eternal Night. After all, Dream was to hurt to fight, letting himself be turned to stone.

...

The second time Dream felt love, he was much more wary. He refrained from getting close to the object of his affection in the beginning, he even promised himself to never confess to him. To this day Dream would never manage to figure out if keeping that promise made it hurt more then not. Because, in the end, no matter if he had confessed or not, the end result would have been the same. 

Heartbreak.

This time, it was no ones fault but his own. 

He ha been stupid.

Because he had let himself fall in love with his friend, the Creator, Ink. He had been stupid enough to fall in love with someone without a soul, someone unable to feel real emotions. One that could only feel the illusion of love not love itself. 

He fell in love with someone unable to love him in return, and the knowledge of it brought nothing but heartbreak.

...

The third time he fell in love, he managed to find happiness in it for a time. In the beginning of it, his love had been retuned. During that time he had felt the happiness real love could bring.

He had thought it would last. That falling in love with one of his best friends, of being together with him as a couple would have lasted longer. He had thought he had found his happy ending with Blueberry.

But like anything else in his life, even this ended in heartbreak. Maybe it was the fact that he had tasted a fraction of the happiness it brought that caused it to hurt the most. It was worse then seeing his brother being corrupter, because he had not know the feeling so well back then. It was worse then with Ink, because back then he had known it was impossible.

Maybe they had really been to alike live Blueberry said, or maybe he was just not broken in the right way.

Why else would Blueberry leve him for Fell?

After all, Blueberry loved fixing broken things.

...

The fourth time he fell in love, it was at first sight. It had been a new experience and he had not recognized it for what it was at first. And when he finally did, they hed already shared a kiss. Dream had been afraid, he was unsure. Cross was so different from Blueberry.

It had started soft and romantic in soft cloudy hills of Heaventale, and it had grown from there. Deam might have been in love before, but he had only ever been in a relationship with Blueberry before. With Blueberry, the step from friends to lovers had only been marked with kisses nothing more. With Cross however, Dream learned of passion and bliss.

It made it more difficult when it all came crashing down.

Non of it had been real. What he and Cross had was built on illusion, he really should have known.

Cross had only believed himself in love with Dream, it had all happened because of his aura, the cursed aura radiating happiness an false love. The monotone skeleton did not know the difference, could not see past the aura. Dream had been so sure that Cross love had been real, he had checked. It was his fault for not seeing who it was for.

Dream's aura had made Cross believe those feelings where for him when they were not, and Dream had never bothered to make sure. No, Cross love was not for him.

Not for him.

But for another.

They where for Nightmare.

...

The fifth, and last time, he fell in love it had been unlike any other instance he had done so. He had followed Ink in order to help fix an AU that was slowly disappearing. It had not been the first time he had helped Ink in such an endeavor. 

When they had reached the AU they could see it flicker and fading slowly out of existence, it would be so easy to make it crumble into nothing, to end it's heartbreaking existence. Without a thought Dream had reached out to do just that before stopping himself.

He laughed. Was he really that broken?

Broken enough to resort to destruction order for this AU to escape it's lack of positivity?

Yes, as it was now he would.

Anything to escape the heartbreak, if only him ending would not bring so many others with him.

Dream turned to continue following Ink trough the flickering AU. The Creator had not noticed his companions mood, he rarely did. For what meaning had such tings fore someone that could not feel them, only understand their concepts and roles.

In the end they reached what they sought.

On fading piece of grass sat a dark figure seemingly flickering in sync with the world around him. He had not seemed to notice them coming, and did not turn to them until they sat down beside him.

Ink was the first one to speak. He tried to convince the other skeleton, because that was what he was, to let him restore his AU. To let Ink prevent it from disappearing. The dark skeleton only shook his head.

His only reply being.

"They are dead, what is the point?"

Ink soon grew frustrated, or as frustrated he could be without motions and did it anyway. He was the creator, he did not really need permission. After all he was the one who created it in the first place. Blue tears fell from the dark skeletons face as everything but him stopped flickering and Ink left, his wok done.

All that was left was the crying monster and Dream, for no matter the power Ink could not bring back the dead. Dream just sat there and listen to the other cry.

"They are dead, what is the point?"

Dream could not disagree. What was the point of this AU's continued existence if this skeleton was alone and suffering. So he spoke.

"You feel lonely don't you? Like there is no one left to love who will love you."

The other lifted his head and looked at him with multicolored eyes.

"What would you know of being lonely, of having nobody love you. One look at you tells me you have the love of many."

The tone is bitter and not stable, as glitchy as his form.

Dream laughs bitterly, taking the other by surprise.

"Loved by many? Maybe. But non of it is true love, only illusion because of my aura."

Their eyes meet.

"I know heartbreak. Four times I have fallen, only to feel the same pain over and over again."

Tears rolls down Dream's face making Dream's aura convey his sorrow more prominently. There is something about this skeleton the guardian of positivity can not pinpoint. There is something special about him that make him want to tell him. To tell him of all those scares left by the heartbreak he have endured.

Dreams train of taught stops as a hand cups his cheek. The other is so close to him now, the situation feels a little bit familiar.

Soft lips meet and Dream's thoughts freeze. He is afraid, he can't, he can't.

He can't let himself fall in love again, he could not survive boing through the heartbreak again. Never again. Dream tries to move away, but the other had already embraced him and he could not break out of it, he was not even sure if he really wanted too.

"Don't run, please."

Dream is swallowed by the embrace, feeling the closest thing to love he had felt in decades.

"My name is Error and I promise you, I will never let you feel heartbreak again."

And Dream know he speak the truth, and for the first time, Dream allows himself to fall in love freely.

"I'm Dream. I promise you the same."

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AN: Wao... I did not expect it to be so long. Over 1500 words, it just ran away with me, especially the ending scen. And to think I only wanted to write a little angst and DreamxError.

As for the unusual pairing? I read a fic about it once, a really good one even if I don't remember the name of it and I remembered it now. Thought it was a shame there seems to be barely anything of it, so here is my contribution.

This might contain some errors but I really want to share it right away, so I'll reread it later and edit it if I need to. I'm already proud over this piece.