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Dream and Quackity (+ doodles of my sona)

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Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 5 Prompts: Pillow Fight; Drunken Confessions

Sorry this one's late, I had a long day yesterday, but I am planning on posting day 6 today as well, so keep an eye out for that!

For context, I have this very specific Superhero AU I haven't written anything for yet that this one is taking place in. You don't need to know anything other than Dream is a professional hero backed by the government, Techno owns a bookstore, and they only know each other through Dream's civilian life.

Fair warning, this one does have a discussion about alcohol abuse that's leaning towards alcoholism. It's at the end, so if you want to skip that, just jump past the last line break (-----_____) to the end (**~~~~~~~).

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Dream loves getting to come to Hypixal. The reasons usually suck given it's either a public appearance or a villain the local heroes aren't able to deal with for one reason or another, but he still loves it. Because when all of that is done, he gets to slip away from his handlers, take off his hero identity, and disappear into the life of the city without anyone watching him.

He can do whatever he wants. Buy random knickknacks, have whatever kind of food he wants, see the shows that are in the city, drink however much he wants, stay up as long as he cares to, and meet new people.

That's how he met Techno. Pretty, sharp witted, kind Techno who took pity on the random person obviously lost in the big city.

His phone vibrates in his hand as he presses further under the awning, a big grin on his face as he reads the message.

T: really made a choice today, huh.

T: stay there. i have an umbrella, idiot

Me: wow. not all us prepare everything. really feel the love, techie

T: or i could call the cops

Me: sorry sorry ill behave promise

T: sus

Dream giggles, burying his face in the scarf wrapped around the bottom of his face. He holds the phone closer to his chest as he waits for another message to pop up, poking at the keys as he tries to figure out if he should send another message.

His feet are a bit cold, a bit wet and make a squishing sound as he shifts in place. It's probably because of, of the rain but that's why he texted Techno. Techno would know where he can go or come and get him. Which he's doing!

It takes a few minutes for his phone to buzz again, this time displaying a picture of himself staring across the street only showing his right side. He frowns, slowly turns his head and smiling brightly as soon as he spots Techno holding an umbrella over himself and giving a brief wave.

Dream runs over, not caring about the pouring rain as he latches onto Techno's arm. He wants to spin them around, tug Techno down the roads as they just run, but Techno's impossible to move.

"You look like a drowned rat," Techno sighs as he lifts the side of his coat to wrap around Dream. It's warm and he presses close, forgetting about the idea to run around.

"I'm a pretty drowned rat," he says into Techno's shoulder. He's always so warm and he can't help the shiver that runs through him. "Didin' realize it would rain."

"It's rainy season," Techno sighs. "Always expect rain even if everything is saying you'll be good."

He hums, eyes drifting close as he soaks in the warmth of the body pressed against him. His stomach turns, gurgles- "I want soup."

Techno huffs, shoving his head lightly, "Okay. Come on."

Dream laughs, clings tighter to Techno's arm as they walk down the side walk. He points out all of the interesting things and cool colors he sees the entire walk back to Techno's place, only stopping as they reach his door and head inside.

"I'm going to get you something to change into," Techno says, kicking his shoes off. "Wait in the bathroom and don't touch anything."

Dream hums, wandering through the place. There's a lot of interesting things he can look at here, but he doesn't get far before Techno is tugging him to the bathroom. He blinks at the room. Confused as to how he got here, but moving on as his eye catches what he's pretty sure is a new washcloth. It has little pigs embroidered on it!

A sigh drags his attention away from the towel to see Techno standing in the doorway, "Here. Put these on."

It's clothes. Clearly Techno's and he drops the cloth to snag them up. They're all soft. Nice on his hands and he wants to stay there clinging to them. He always wants to touch Techno - hold hands, linked arms, leaning against him, hugs - but it's not something Techno likes. This is a nice alternative.

Only, Techno steps in, nudging him to actually change his clothes. (Wow. They were really cold. Getting them off is nice.)

They're big on him, covering his hands and feet as Techno guides him out and pushes him toward the couch. It has a clear view of the kitchen where he heads to, grabbing something from the fridge and messing with the stove.

Dream grabs a pillow, happy to watch Techno moving around. His hair sways lovingly as he moves and most of his focus is on that.

Techno comes back, a bowl in hand and he blinks down at it as it's pressed into his hands.

"You asked for soup" he did? oh, right, he did "I'll get a movie started if you eat."

He perks up. Techno always has the best movies on hand.

The soup is tasty. Warm and filling and he didn't realize he was so hungry. The movie is starting in the background, but he's more focused on trying to finish the bowl. It's getting strangely hard to keep his eyes open.

Fingers are running through his head, scratching at his scalp. The bowl is gently tugged from his hands as he leans forward. There's a nice warmth in front of him, curling around him as sound fills the air low enough he doesn't bother fighting the desire to stay where he is.

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Techno sighs, setting the bowl on the side table as he feel Dream fall completely asleep. He tugs the throw down from the back to wrap around him and shifting him around to actually be laying down. He doesn't want Dream to wake up with a sore back.

The smell of alcohol is fainter, at least. Most of it must have been clinging to his clothes currently laying in Techno's bathroom to take care of later.

He stays where he is on the couch. Debating what he's going to bring up in the morning. His main concern is that this is the seventh time in three weeks he's gotten a text from Dream asking to be picked up because he's lost only to find him clearly tipsy if not drunk.

It's getting worrying and he's pretty close to asking Niki to step in. The only reason he hasn't is because he has no way of knowing if this is typical for the other days or it's just the ones he has off.

The other thing is the mumbled 'love you' he just heard. Which is not something he was at all prepared to have dumped on him. Currently he hopes that Dream just doesn't remember it and he can ignore it.

He winces slightly as Chat almost screams in his head as they start arguing. "Fine, fine," he mutters, glancing down to check on Dream. Still asleep and breathing fine. "Just let me know if you come to an agreement."

It does nothing to calm them down, but a few manage to shout loud suggestions for the actual concerning topic he makes sure to memorize. He wants as much help as he can get for this.

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AU Notes:

dream is a hero as mentioned, as is most of his family and friends. literally the only person he is close to that isn’t involved with the hero. business is techno.

the syndicate is a thing here. they’re labeled a villain group since they refuse to work with any government. it’s only four of them - techno, niki, phil, and ranboo - plus a few of their close relations - ie kristen.

niki owns a bar and has a pretty extensive network through other bars and liquor stores so if it came to it, techno was going to ask her to black list dream from buying anything.

So this is an AU I’m interested in writing more in just like day 1. I do hope you enjoyed this snippet into the world though! 😊

Anything and everything, both in they way I think he can be any hybrid and in the way he can be all, like a inhuman/chimera

Maybe one that poses as a human too, but there are still tiny features that aren’t human, or animal

Debate!

bandage him up

It had been a habit during Manberg and New Lmanburg. For all his faults, Dream was reliable when Tubbo needed him to show up

So when an emergency appeared, like a sinkhole opening by their crop patches or a sudden flood licking at the floors of the city, Tubbo would set up a spell by his shrine and pray.

It was a simple thing, not much more then a circle of salt and a candle, but Dream would be there in five minutes no matter what. Even after Tubbo called him over a few times to help practice his speeches.

Those times almost feel like a past life now. But still, after Tubbo had talked himself in circles for hours trying to think of a response to Jack's many needless complaints, when it was time to leave a new bowl of fish jerky on the shrine he found himself looking for a candle.

There's something almost embarrassing as he stops in the middle of the hallway, a box of matches already in his hands. Dream had been a comfort, sure, but he was also Dream. Yes, he was the God Tubbo prayed to, whatever, but him being Dream was always more important.

More then that, would he even come? It had been a month since the prison break, and no one had seen even a trace of him.

On the darkest nights, the one where Tubbo would not let Tommy walk out the door, he admitted that he was expecting Dream to abandon them. To sink back in the wild and snap the threads connecting them to him and to leave them fully human as they were born, yet somehow less who they were.

Tubbo sighed, hopping and switching his weight from one hoof to another before finally deciding to say fuck it.

Ranboo was staying in the arctic commune today, and Michael had been asleeo in bed for hours already. When would there be any chance as perfect as this to do something stupid?

He put the plate on the small shrine by the window, placing the candle on the floor in front of it and making a circle of salt around it.

He lit the candle, giving a prayer that was too well done for how much time it had been, and sighed as the candle goes out by itself as he finished the words. Dream probably was not going to-

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Tubbo screamed, his limbs locking in place and barely allowing him to see his front door slammed open, Dream standing there with wide eyes, completly nude except for the fur thrown over his shoulders and dripping water onto his floorboards.

"wha-"

"WHY DID YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALL ME ARE YOU FUCKING DYING??"

On November 7, 2024, Denmark used a racist, culturally biased "parenting competency" test to remove a 2 hour old baby, Zammi, from her loving indigenous Greenlandic Inuit mother, Keira, because her native language, which uses minute facial expressions to communicate, will not be able to "[prepare] the child for the social expectations and codes that are necessary to navigate in Danish society." This test had been recommended not to be used at the federal level before this happened but certain municipalities, including the one this happened in, chose to continue to use it regardless. Not only is this blatantly racist but also violates multiple declarations and conventions that Denmark has signed that protect the rights of indigenous people.

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never look your doppelganger in the eyes

(manhunt!dream and c!dream meet; gnf ver; sap ver)

Spirit of a Sword

In an AU where objects can have spirits, Technoblade is the spirit of the sword called Orphan Obliterator unbeknownst to most. Following the execution, Dream runs away with Techno recharging in the sword.

Story for Day 10 (Injured, "I've got you.") of the Christmas Dreamnoblade Event by @alterdnbweek

Also on Archive of our Own. This AU is basically a remix of an old AU i had which i got new fire for after seeing rainystressed's dpurbyfiarsl AU, plus some additional inspiration by one of my favourite Zelda companions Fi.

Commotion came from the area of the stage. It was rather easy to pick out Techno's voice among the others even with Dream and Punz's hiding spot. They had him. They would lock him on display as the anvil fell.

Dream hoped the piglin found a totem of undying with the map he gave, especially considering both their skills with maps. It wouldn't prevent him from dying, but it would prevent it from being permanent and Dream having to use an item, he'd rather keep hidden from all except for Punz for a bit longer.

They both kept watch as things progressed. Until Dream gave the signal and Punz pearled in. The surprise was working, all of them were caught off guard. Dream headed down towards Carl and guided them both to a place near the van where Techno had to spot them and would hopefully then come to him.

But instead of the green flash of life magic or the white flash from visiting death, there was a pink one. Quick and left behind a similarly coloured mist that moved through the cage and past him towards the hole where Dream had planned to lead Techno to. Where his items were.

Dream followed it closely with the horse, blocking off the entry after and ignoring the yells behind him. The mist didn't stop, heading further down to where he had placed the iron armour and other items that Techno could have used, as well as the few items that Dream had already managed to steal back from the butcher army.

The chest with Techno's name on it glowed faintly from inside before dimming.

When he opened it, the sword, Orphan Oblitorator was still faintly glowing before the glow became a shimmer similar to that of an enchantment except for the colour difference. Instead of the purple, it was the same pink as the times before. He chuckled. So undeniably Techno. He couldn't imagine anyone else with that shade.

His suspicions that formed with the mist were confirmed and he didn't know how to feel about it. Maybe relief that he's not the only one. Maybe curiosity. It didn't matter.

What mattered was getting Techno out. Especially now that the piglin couldn't really do it himself unless the sword suddenly grew two legs or wings.

Considering the height the anvil fell from, he estimated it would take more than a day for Tech to reform. A time he would need to either ensure was spent away from enemies' hands himself or have someone he could trust do it.

Phil would be a good option. A long-time and trusted friend of Technos. If only he wasn't under house arrest and it wouldn't be too risky to try breaking him out now. He'd have to wait. Punz and Sam would be other good options. Both trustworthy and dedicated. But both were busy.

He'd probably prefer to do it himself anyway.

The items left for Techno got put back into his inventory before he gently lifted the sword and put it into the sheath around his belt. It shouldn't prevent him from coming back like putting him in his inventory would. And besides, an inventory slot doesn't fit Technoblade. The sheath doesn't really either but it's at least a bit better.

"I've got you," he whispered.

Dream was about to head further down when he spotted Quackity behind him, expression first surprised then souring into anger. "What the- Dream? What the fuck. Of course. Of course, you are here. Where is Technoblade? Did you help him escape? How did- How did you do it?"

The words "I wish" were on his tongue. If he actually had managed to help him escape, if he had any plan for that, Technoblade wouldn't be recharging inside the sword right now.

Subtly he tried to remove the sword from Quackity's eyesight while starting to gesture with his hands. "You really think Techno would need my help to escape? I mean I'm flattered, y'know? But he didn't need me."

"Sure. Sure. So you have Carl just for fun. Wanted another horse whose leather can be swung in front of your face." Dream's grip on the orphan obliterator tightened, still, he refrained from swinging any weapons, least of all swinging that sword. "Where is Techno, Dream? I saw Punz. You told him to disrupt the execution, didn't you?"

"To be fair, Techno has enough to buy Punz himself. He wouldn't need me for that."

"Everyone knows how you two are working together." They know, for now, Dream thought. "So tell me where Techno is and how you helped him escape or this will get ugly. I will even let you keep the horse if you spit it out."

"Hmm. I mean this would be a lot more threatening if it wasn't coming from you." Quackity for all his skill in getting people to join his cause, wasn't a fighter. "So listen. I'm gonna go with Carl and you go back to your country. Got that?"

"I won't let you leave, Dream. Tell me where he is." Quackity demanded as he held the diamond axe pointed to him.

"No. I won't just tell you where he is even if i knew."

"Okay, that's it." Quackity ran straight at him which nearly made Dream want to chuckle. He didn't pay attention to the words exchanged after the first hit. The fight - which could barely even be called that - was over quickly. A few hits with Nightmare and the duck hybrid crumbled to the floor. Breath wheezing from how it tried to still get in air despite the slit throat.

Dream kneeled down, looking Quackity in the eyes. "Don't waste your breath."

Seconds later, the body dissolved. Slowly fading to signify the first life lost and the other two remaining. With flint and steel, he burned the scattered items, only taking those that seemed useful. Tactics from back when he was hunted more widely still were useful.

After a quick check on his surroundings to ensure no more surprise attackers, he started leading Carl again, hoping the faint whispers of "Blood for the Blood God" he could hear were just his imagination. Maybe Technoblade's influence.

At some point, the path opened up more which also meant Dream could go onto the horse again, which he did after holding out a golden apple to it. It inspected the food with a few sniffs before deeming it safe and biting into it while Dream petted it. A beautiful and strong horse. He could see why Technoblade liked it.

He settled on its back and quickly ordered it forward. The rest of the way went by in a breeze despite sticking to the Overworld. Nether travel seemed risky with how they might predict it.

The cabin was soon in view. The moon is by now high up and reflecting the sun's light down onto the world.

He stepped down and fed another golden apple to it. Ignoring background whispers of him spoiling the horse and being soft. Softwastaken. Dreamwassoft. Not the strangest of thoughts his mind summoned. Though they were annoying nonetheless.

There was no one in the cabin except for the animals and enderman Techno was housing. It felt empty without the piglin’s big figure and warm voice. He should be back soon.

But for now, he racked his brain for whatever Punz usually does if he is like this. Keep out of inventory. Keep close or hidden. Repair of broken. Wait.

Techno was still out of his inventory and in his sheat. His plan for now was to stick around till either Techno came out again or Phil escaped which he should message Punz for. See if they can figure out a way. Later.

Dream remembers feeling his surroundings when he was like the piglin is now. He mulled over it a bit as he ventured upstairs and placed Techno on the bed. The blanket was left off of him. He didn't know how, when or where Techno would form, best to keep it uncovered.

Something Punz would sometimes do is fix him if he had any rips in his other form. But Techno's sword didn't seem in need of any repairs. The blade was as sharp as ever and beautifully smooth. The handle provided a good grip even if it was a bit large for Dream. It's design still left him in awe. It was a masterpiece just like its soul.

Which made him wonder how Techno had become like this. Was he born or rather made like this? Or was he cursed like Dream? Or maybe not a curse but a connection through many battles won and much blood spilt that led to his soul possessing the sword after his death?

But if he wasn't always like this when did it change? How long has he been the spirit of a sword? Did-

A squeak interrupted his mind. Something small, furry and white peaked out from the trapdoor before scrambling further up and along till it was on the bed. Dream was about to rush forward but stopped in his tracks when he saw the fox was just curling up on top of the sword.

It was just cuddling with its owner. Wait, does it know that’s Techno? Can animals sense object’s souls when they are in the object? He’s gonna need to test this once he can. Speaking of testing, he meant to text Punz.

You whisper to Punz: did you get away?

Punz whispers to you: yes. only a few minor cuts. how about you?

You whisper to Punz: same on my end

You whisper to Punz: is phil still under house arrest?

Punz whispers to you: yes. want me to get him out?

You whisper to Punz: yes

You whisper to Punz: Techno is like me

You whisper to Punz: currently recharging on his bed

You whisper to Punz: will wait till Phil gets here or he gets back

Punz whispers to you: alright

He looked back to the bed where the fox seemed asleep by now. On the nightstand, he spotted a few trinkets. A smaller bell, a lapis lazuli, a letter, a stone that looks familiar and a book. Curious he came closer till he could make out the title. “Love Across Dimensions”. It didn’t sound like something he could see Techno read. Even more curious now, he opened it to the first few pages and quickly got even more surprised or rather confused.

It turned out to be an encyclopedia on courting rituals in different species ranging from the common human to the rarest ender dragon hybrid. There was a loose page with different hybrid species written down including dragon, goat and avian.

Dream opened the list of contents again and flipped shortly to the piglin section. He got a few sentences in before another ping got him out.

Punz whispers to you: Btw, congrats on the kill

He messaged back a quick thanks and then put the book back where it was. With nothing else to do but wait, he shifted into a wolf to better blend in just in case anyone came in.

Settled beside the bed, he keeps his ears sharp, listening for any threat.

Nothing happens for hours until the wall gets drenched in a pink hue.

Dream glances up to the bed. The sword is glowing, the fox now moved further down the bed away from it. The pink mist from before exits the sword again and shapes into a familiar form.

Technoblade groans from where he reformed again and Dream forgets for a second which shape he took and lets out a yip, drawing Techno's attention.

“Huh? You’re not one of my dogs. How did you get in here?”

Deciding he’d rather not have Techno know he’s a wolf right now, he heads straight down and out, opening the door with little issue. He hears the piglin call out for him but ignores it. If Techno knew, the shifter wouldn't hear the end of it.

And later when they prepare for Doomsday and Techno mentions the wolf with a smirk towards Dream’s direction, he will deny any relation at all. Denial which Techno will not believe.