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But who am I kidding, you probably skipped the disclaimer because you are the word “cream” and were instantly on board you freaking freak. You are here because you like seeing Dream in a dress and want to see the poor tortured oreo flirt with a yellow puffball. I bet the fate of every single one of Cross’ previous AU’s timelines on the fact that you waited days upon days for this, straining on the thought… “when will someone make a cursed cream wedding fanfic?” Well here you go. Thanks a lot for making me marry an oreo with a 500 year old ball of tree essence, and not to mention totally making me go WAY WAY out of my writing comfort zone for this stuff. So yeah, proceed at your own risk because by the end of this you will be choking on all the cream I just shoved down your throat, wishing that XChara would jump out of Cross’ body and just erase all of this crap. (god, this is going to be so bad)
Anyway...
Here we go.
Cross sat, his legs dangling over the edge of an infinite cliff within Outertale. He always found the place to revive his senses when he was a bit shaken up. And recently, he was quite nervous about things… he’s been contemplating it for weeks, trying to think of ways to bring it up, but every time he thought about asking, he buried himself inside of his fluff and blushed furiously. Even though he’d wanted to ask this from the start. From the very first time that he had landed eyes on Dream’s golden complexion and basked within the aura that softened his senses, he wanted Dream… forever. He knew that he had to be with Dream.
Cross pulled his coat up over the bottom half of his face (so edgy) and fingered with the delicate sun-shaped ring that he’d bought probably about five months ago… when he’d first met Dream. He smiled under his coat, blushing, as he slid the ring on off his own finger, imagining himself placing the fine jewelry onto Dream’s slender gloved hand.
Cross stopped sliding the stupid thing, irritated at himself for being such a hopeless coward. Who’d like a possessed oreo anyway, certainly not Dream. No one was good enough for Dream, the guardian of positivity. Cross was nothing but negativity anyway, he’s probably a drain on Dream… Dream probably feels pity for me, he only wants to be around me because he feels like he has to! It’s his duty to preserve productivity! Which is why I need him… Cross wasn’t sure whether he could be happy, survive, without Dream’s aura, his smile, his beautiful golden eyes that could stare at without becoming blinded. Cross stared up at the sky, wondering where Dream was at right now (bro I dare you to count how many times Dream was brought up for real), although he wished the golden skeleton was right here… leaning into his side and comforting him into serene sleep with that serene voice of his that seemed to whisper across stars.
A sigh escaped from Cross’ chest as he placed his head into his hands. He fell asleep, leaning to the side, feeling the intoxicating warmth of his floof send him off to sleep, sending him off to some dream, when all he really wanted was Dream.
Cross shook in his sleep, drifting in and out of a disturbing dream which consisted of XChara slamming the “Rewrite” button, screaming relentlessly. Cross muttered forlornly. “Not another rewrite, please, no. No. No. No. stop looking at me like that…”
But an overwhelming sense of serenity sank into his bones, ceasing his shifting and shaking hands. He felt a set of fingers lightly intertwine with his while a hand began to stroke his cheek 😱. (help)
Cross’ eyes slowly slit open, revealing the blurry image of a golden-hued skeleton contrasting perfectly with the dazzling night sky, which was immersed with stars that couldn’t compare to the smile and pair of golden orbs that gazed back at him.
“Dream…” Cross choked out.
“Bad Dream, Cross?”
Cross paused, thanking the multiverse that this was all Dream could pinpoint his negativity with. “Y-yeah,” Cross mumbled, sitting up a bit as to get the topic of negativity out of the question.
“But that’s not it, is it? Something’s really been bothering you Cross, I could sense it all the way from FellSwap!”
CRAP.
Dream’s eye sockets slowly made their way to Cross’s hands, which still clutched the ring and small casing. Upon noticing this, Cross jolted upwards and stuffed the things down his shirt, like this was normal.
“What’s that?” Dream questioned lightly.
He really isn’t getting out of this.
Cross’ faced flushed a brilliant purple hue as he began to stand up, almost like it against his will. This would be the night that he would ask, this would be the night that he would know if his Dream was really a dream.
“D-Dream…”
Cross fumbled for the things underneath his jacket and began to pull them out with shaking fingers.
“Cross, are you ok? You don’t look good, you look like you’re going to be sick.” Dream stood up from where he was sitting within the grass, fear began to grip his face.
“Dream… I.” Cross found himself lowered to one knee, maybe because he felt like completely passing out, or because some other thing was making him do this…
“I’m such an idiot… I know someone like me could never amount to you, but… i know that being around you, feels like my life’s purpose. I’ve been looking for that purpose for a while, and Dream, it’s with you.”
Cross looked up into Dream’s confused golden eyes, shaking to death, looking like he was about to shoot up to the moon. 🚀
Cross’ breath caught, words didn’t seem to exist anymore. The suspense hung him within across a void where one end was Dream’s face and the other was the future that lay beyond this one statement.
“Will you marry me?” (hawwlp)
Dream’s face lit up with a happy yellow glow, a wide smile stretching across his face while golden tears escaped from his eyes.
“~Crossy!~” Dream whispered, clasping both hands over his mouth. “Yes! YES! Of course I will!” (If he said no bro that would be funny🙃)
Cross exhaled with a silent sigh of relief, leaping to his feet and wrapping his arms around Dream, accidentally setting the two skeletons tumbling down the blue grassy hill. (Wheeeee 🫤) Cross continued to lock his arms around Dream, laughing lightheartedly as the twilight air and comforting aura of positivity numbed his mind and overwhelmed his soul with joy. (can you feeeel the love tonight….. bro I can’t)
Cross and Dream landed in a laughing heap at the foot of the hill, the indigo night sky sprawling out and framing the world with beauty. Cross lifted the small yellow skeleton above him, drawing a joyous giggle and wide genuine smile from Dream… his Dream. He was suspended midair among the stars, being the only star that Cross could hold, the only star that he wanted.
Meanwhile xChara VOMITS 🤮
Bro this is just too much fun
XGaster says: Don’t you just love cream heh :]]]
HAWWWWLP
Ahem.
Dream gave a few airy laughs, trying to find balance midair. “Ha ha! Crossy put me down, I’m going to fall!”
“Oh but I’ve already fallen,” Cross retorted, smirking. He lightly lowered Dream into the patch of blue iridescent grass beside him, turning on his side and lifting up Dream’s hand as he slid the ring into his gloved finger. Cross’ chest was void of air as he did that, failing to believe that Dream and himself would belong to each other, almost like it was a perfect dazed illusion.
X Chara: BLAWWW OH MY ASGORE. Nope, I’m not part of this.
Cross pulled Dream in closer, draping an arm around him, squinting up at the night sky as the soft comforting aura overtook the will to remain awake. He was lulled to sleep by Dream’s light vibrating purring as the guardian too began to drift off, matching his breaths to the rise and fall of Dream’s chest. The most tranquilizing lullaby in the multiverse.
GOOD GOD BLUEBERRY CHICKEN NUGGETS GEEEEE THAT WAS CHEEESEY CREAM GAAAHHHHHHH. don’t judge me. 🫥🫤
Meanwhile X Chara: GET ME OUT OF THIS BODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY REEEEEEEEEE
Error Spies Silently: OH WTF. THATS IT IMMA DONE WITH OUTERTALE. BLEACH THAT PLACE GAH.
Noot Noot isn’t happy. Full eye body Staremare violently sips grape juice atop a distant hill.