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wrenqueenisboss · 2 years

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3/4 SBI x bee hybrid!reader (gn) - hc's

characters: c!wilbur, c!techno, c!Tommy, (a little bit of Ghostbur too) warnings: none pronouns: you/yours summary: requested by @nightmarefox15, just how the sbi would interact with a bee hybrid reader. enjoy! a/n: sorry these are rushed. life has been crazy busy

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you were flying around your home forest when a very excited (and loud) voice startled you

a young blond boy was waving excitedly, shouting his exuberant hello's

you flew down, smiling. not often speaking to strangers had gotten lonely, and you welcomed the idea of taking to someone

just then, two more people walked through the trees. a tall man with long pink hair in a braid, and an even taller man with fluffy brown hair

they introduced themselves and you did the same, wings flitting faster with nervous excitement

from then on, you guys become friends and here's how that friendship continues to progress

they keep you a secret, afraid that others on the server would hurt you. it's nice, since you get to keep living your peaceful life that you so enjoy

when the smp gets more dangerous, techno makes sure to leave a big jar of honey and berries near your home every other day. he doesn't want you to get hurt while looking for food

Tommy always comes to you for comfort, but does an incredible job of making sure that he doesn't give your existence away to the villains of the server

wilbur visits you less and less as time goes on, but you became great friends with Ghostbur. no one explains to you why you don't see the happy ghost anymore, so you are just forced to accept it

techno and Tommy work together to help you learn to walk

you had gotten so used to flying that you never built up the muscles in your legs and muscle memory that came with walking, so the two work together to help you

soon, you have built up the strength to run!

one day, revivebur visits you, and you are shellshocked by the strange man standing in front of you

before you can say anything, he starts to apologize, letting the heartfelt words pour out of him

still wary, you forgive him, making him promise to apologize to Tommy as well. reluctantly, he agrees

techno visits you all the time still, making sure that you are safe and giving you combat lessons every now and then

and remarkably, you stay safe and hidden, with three friends protecting you and your secret as well

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academic rivals - dsmp x gn!reader

Characters: Dream, George, Quackity, c!Techno Pronouns: you/yours Warnings: none Summary: just some academic rivals hc's ig

note: I will most likely be developing these into fics, but feel free to request so I can keep it in my inbox as a reminder :)

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Dream:

this mf fits the stereotype of the hot jock in the school, but there's one difference: he's really smart and gets amazing grades

will purposely leave his notes in front of you and then accuse you of cheating just to mess with you

on the next test, you out-score him (making you the top of the class) which really pisses him off but also gets his attention

he now just jokingly teases you just to hear the fire in your voice when you give a sharp retort

during a group project, he isn't assigned to your group and starts making excuses just to get moved to your group (he succeeds, much to his surprise)

basically just acts like a golden retriever simp from then on

he doesn't even need to ask you to the school dance, it's a mutual agreement by then (besides, no one else asked you out because they were too afraid of dream-)

George:

he's the type to constantly be sleeping in class but still get the best grades + still be the teacher's pet

you are sitting at his table and you need help with something (+ you just want to annoy him) so you wake him up for help

begrudgingly, he helps you with the problem. you thank him and continue to listen to the "boring" lesson the teacher is giving

normally, George would just go back to sleep, but he finds himself admiring your features as you concentrate (he finds the face you make when you focus really cute, okay-)

purposely distracts you from listening to the lesson just so he gets an excuse to talk to you and help you more. he's creative in how he gets more of your attention

one day, you aren't in class and he realizes how much he genuinely likes spending time with you

asks you out next time he sees you in class by writing it on a slip of paper

Quackity:

class clown but somehow still top of the class. like, always joking around and distracting other students (+ annoying the teachers) but shuts everyone up with his straight A's

at first, he doesn't like you because you seem like a jokester too, you are making the whole class and the teacher laugh

and you also get amazing grades, so now he feels really threatened

tries to make fun of you in class to get more laughs, but you shut him up with more comebacks

at first, it's annoying to him that he has to keep thinking of ways to clap back, but then it becomes a game between the two of you, one that makes him smile

in fact, he looks forward to the class(es) he has with you, sometimes thinking about what he's going to say and the adorable expression on your face as you process the insult he's thrown back in response to yours

c!Techno:

he's nerdy but still scary and somehow manages to secretly be an amazing athlete as well (he's a fencer, okay-)

but it completely shocks him how easygoing you are when you just sit down in a chair next to him and gently start introducing yourself, prompting him to do the same but not forcing him to

he finds it easy to talk to you, as you naturally take the lead in conversations, but happily leave (not-awkward) spaces for him to interject

hanging out with you isn't awkward at all, it's comfortable and fun. and slowly, he warms up to you and just starts talking freely, much to your delight

he ends up teaching you how to fence after you are completely shocked by how good he is at the sport. even standing behind you and guiding you as you practice the movements

it's during one of your chill conversations when he asks you out.

in true Techno fashion, he just blurts it out. His cheeks turn red with embarrassment but you say yes and he's fine again, just happy to be able to spend more time with you

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wrenqueenisboss · 2 years

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Announced Fatherhood-- cc!wilbur x f!reader

Pairing: cc!wilbur x f!reader pronouns: she/her (when used) warning: pregnancy, cursing, yelling summary: you have the brilliant idea to tell Wilbur something important while he's streaming. A simple text. But it changed everything

note: hope you enjoy, my wonderful anon who requested this :)

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Three days ago. It was three days ago when you found out that you were going to be a mother. You cried, admittedly. It was completely understandable.

A year ago, Wilbur had proposed and you had gotten married. It was the happiest day of your lives. But this day- what you were about to do could change everything.

But first, you needed to call someone for advice.

Sitting just outside Wilbur's streaming room, you pulled out your phone and pressed 'call' on a very specific contact.

"PHIL!" you whisper-yelled into the phone's microphone. "Phil, I need your help."

He laughed over the line, confused but amused. "Woah, mate. Calm down. What do you need help with?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before responding. "I need to tell Wilbur that he's going to become a father."

Here's the catch; practically no one knew. You had told your best friend, Niki, almost immediately. Then your parents. And now, Philza, it seemed.

"Holy shit, Y/n." He paused. "That's... big news. How are you thinking of telling him."

"Over text?" You admitted sheepishly. "It's to scary to say in person. And plus, I think it'll be cute."

"Whatever you say, mate. But I have to go. I'm on stream with him right now and he's starting to get suspicious."

"Yeah, go go go. But, uh, be prepared for some... yelling."

"You got it."

The call ended and you heard Wilbur's voice through the door, greeting his friend once again. And you felt your heart beat faster and your breathing pick up, because it was starting to get real.

You took a shaky deep breath, calming your nerves and trying to steady your trembling fingers as you pulled out your phone to text a message to your husband.

But first, you wanted to see his reaction. So as quietly as you could, you opened the door and slid into the room. You weren't concerned at all about his chat seeing you. They'd met you multiple times. You and Wilbur even made a vlog of your wedding. But you didn't want to draw too much attention to yourself.

Wilbur was so focused on the game he was playing he didn't notice. It wasn't a serious stream, but he was still focused.

Taking another unsteady breath, you typed out the message and... pressed send.

"Hold on guys, I need to check my phone," Wilbur said as he took off his headset to grab his phone that sat across his desk.

He saw the notification, the light from the screen illuminating his features. He saw your name on the contact and looked up at you with a suspicious expression. You smiled guiltily and waited for him to open the message. Waited for his reaction.

And there it was.

His breath hitched. Everything went silent.

Is this a joke, he sent back, fingers typing with furious speed.

definitely not, you replied.

And his phone flew from his hand, across the room hitting the floor with a thunk. Wilbur jumped up from his chair, eyes so unbelievably bright with happiness.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" He screamed.

And you burst out laughing. Because this was everything you had hoped for.

He rushes to you, sweeping you into a hug and twirling you around. Wilbur sets you down after a few turns. But only so he can kiss you. He kisses your lips, your nose, you cheeks. And your hand too.

"Holy fuck, babe," he whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You two look over and see chat freaking out. Spamming words of confusion, because why the actual hell has their streamer exploded into a ball of pure joy.

"Chat," his voice shakes with barely restrained emotion. "I'm gonna be a dad!"

You tune out the rest of the cheering, so overjoyed with your husband's reaction. Tommy and Philza and Techno congratulate you and Wilbur on stream. Others send congratulation messages through social media.

But at the end of the stream, when the house is quiet again, Wilbur pulls you in for another hug. You can't tell if it's because he wants to hug you, or because he wants to hide his happy tears. It's probably both.

"I love you so much, Y/n." Wilbur murmured into your hair.

You hugged him back tightly. "Love you too."

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My Favorite Girls - cc!dream x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, super short drabble Pronouns: you/yours, fem terms Words: 127 Summary: just soft cc!dream fluff with our queen patches

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Dream walked into the living room after a long day of work only to find you asleep. You were curled on your side, snoring very softly, just barely breaking the comfortable silence.

Your boyfriend walked forward a little more just to see something that made him smile even more. Patches was sleeping right next to you. She was curled into the warmth of your body, sleep-furred tail resting by her nose.

Dream snapped a quick picture (making sure to leave your face out), went to his private twitter and posted the adorable picture

"my favorite girls <3" he added as a caption.

trying carefully not to wake you, he laid down right behind you, wrapping an arm around your sleeping form to pull you close.

"Goodnight, love."

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Safer With You - c!techno x gn!reader

Warnings: very light angst, mostly fluff Pronouns: you/your Words: 328 Summary: The voices return, but you are there to help Techno a/n: day 2 of my daily posting for the follower event!

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Technoblade had distanced himself again. He hated spending time away from you, but it was to keep you safe. Because as torturous as the time away from you was, it was so, so much better than you getting hurt. So when the voices chanted for blood, he gathered his stuff and left the house, not caring that it was cold and dark.

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You awoke to an empty house. Techno’s side of the bed was cold. You walked out into the main area and saw a note on the table.

They’re back.

Your heart broke when you saw how shaky the letters had been written. The voices were back, and they truly were causing him pain.

There was nothing you could do in the moment. He was away, off “trying to keep you safe” by leaving. So instead, you prepared everything for his return.

Humming quietly, you made mushroom stew and baked potatoes. The medical supplies sat on the living room table. You made sure that the food stayed warm, ready for his return.

A few hours later, the front door opened and you looked up from your spot on the couch to see him.

”Techno?” You raced over to him, noting the scratches on his skin, tears in his clothes and the haunted look on his face. You cupped his face in your hands, looking him in the eyes. “Are you okay?”

He shivered and you pulled him close, barely able to hear when he finally spoke.

”They- they’re not gone. And I don’t want to hurt you but-“ His voice broke. “I don’t want to be alone.”

You pulled him closer, smiling when his arms wrapped around you gently. “That’s okay, Tech. I’ll happily stay here with you.”

You guided him to the couch, lying down next to him and pulling the warm blanket over you both.

“Don’t worry about hurting me. I trust you.” Your eyes began to drift closed. “You make me feel safe.”

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You Laugh, You're Loved -- cc!wilbur x gn!reader

Pronouns: you/yours, they/them (if used) Warnings: mild swearing Summary: a ylyl stream with wilbur, mixed with an accidental confession

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You shifted slightly in your chair, adjusting your earbuds and focusing on the next clip. It was some stupid meme that you didn't understand. But Wilbur-

He was trying desperately not to laugh. His brown eyes were sparkling with the barely-contained giggles. He reached up and slapped himself in the face.

"Will, I don't think that's gonna help, " you admitted, holding in your own giggles when he lurched forwards sharply. Your comments never failed to get a reaction from him.

The brunet forced himself to take a deep breath. Forced himself to calm down. "Y/n." He locked his kind brown eyes with yours, suddenly serious. "Please shut up. Chat cannot win this."

You rolled your eyes and stared directly into the camera. "Chat, you guys can do better. He needs to laugh."

A new clip played. Both of your eyes widened in recognition. On the screen, was a clip from a past you-laugh-you-lose stream together. And because you were curious, you couldn't help but break a rule. Your eyes flickered down to the title of the clip: "Wilbur calls Y/n 'cute'"

You see, you and Wilbur had been getting shipped together for a long time. It was funny, to see the viewers go crazy over every little brush of skin, over ever little comment. But you found it cute, too.

The clip was from a stream you didn't remember. You definitely didn't remember Wilbur blushing as he saw you laughing hysterically at another dumb clip that chat had donated. Didn't remember him whispering just loud enough under his breath, "you're so cute."

Wilbur sucked in a sharp breath as soon as the clip finished and disappeared. You were in shock, turning around slowly to look him in the eyes. "Wilbur?" your voice was hoarse.

He was bright red, trying to hide his blush behind the sleeves of his fleece sweater. "What? It's true. You're cute."

Now you were blushing. "Okay, shut up." You looked at chat, who was having a field day. The messages were racing by so fast, you couldn't even catch the words. "He's lucky I love him-"

"What?"

Goddammit! You cursed internally. "...Surprise?"

He left out of his chair, smiling wildly. "Let's fucking go!" He wrapped you in the biggest hug. "Oh thank goodness it wasn't one-sided."

"What?"

"...Surprise." He turned his words back at you, smiling mischievously. Chat was, once again, going crazy. He laughed again. "Chat, don't you dare clip this."

"And if you do," you chimed in. "Don't play it during another ylyl stream."

Wilbur nodded his head in agreement, an arm still wrapped around you affectionately. "Because if you do, we'll lose. And we can't have that happening."

All in all, the best ylyl stream in history. Chat agreed.

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The Little One -- cc!wilbur x f!reader

this is a part 2 to Announced Fatherhood

Pronouns: she/her + you/yours warnings; minor cursing, extreme fluff summary: It's your little daughter's first time appearing on stream. and it's the first time she's meeting the rest of the sbi as well

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You bounced your little girl on your lap, smiling as she giggled. Wilbur turned on his face cam and began the stream.

"Hello chat! How are we today?" Your husband as he read the rapidly-passing messages of his chat. As always, they were spamming. Half of them were spamming "hello"s, others were asking what was going on with his unusual stream title.

"surprise :)" was the stream title the two of you had decided on together. It was just vague enough to cause curiosity. And, it was playful- lighthearted.

Wilbur joined the vc with the rest of the Sleepy Boys, their voices filling the room through the speaker. Philza, Techno, and Tommy had all agreed to be on stream. They didn't know why.

The whole surprise of the stream had to be delicately handled. Because in order for it to be enough of a surprise, information had to be withheld. Neither chat nor your friends knew what your daughter looked like, only that she had been born a year ago.

Well, Philza had accidentally seen her for less than a heartbeat when Wilbur forgot to turn off his camera during one discord call. But you and your husband had made the careful decision to keep your daughter completely away from the public eye until at least her first birthday.

And now it was time.

"Chat, it's time." Wilbur said, smiling. But you could see him tapping his fingers on his desk. "To reveal the Little One."

Chat began spamming "Little One". It was the title that they had come up for your daughter after not knowing her name.

You popped your head into frame. "Ready chat?" you turned to the monitor displaying to discord window. "Ready guys?"

Tommy screamed his "yes", to no one's surprise. Phil shouted and Techno simply spoke loudly. The SBI at it's finest.

Picking her up gently, you moved you and your little girl even more into frame. "Here is our daughter."

Chat. Freaked. Out.

So did your friends on the discord call. You and Wilbur just laughed. He pulled you gently onto his lap, resting his head on your shoulder and failing at stifling his smile.

"What's her name, mate?"

"Grace," you and Wilbur answered in unison. "Her name is Grace."

And as if on cue, the adorable baby girl waved at the camera with her own little grin.

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part 3?? 👀

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The Prison Makes You Remember- c!dream x gn!reader

warnings: blood, torture, characters: c!dream, c!quackity, c!sam, y/n words: 507 summary: c!dream prison angst >:)

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The prison is dark and cold, and the only thing keeping dream from crying out as the axe breaks bone again is the memory of you.

Pain blazes up his forearm. Dream remembers the first time he had taken his mask off in front of you. That day, he had been injured. You begged to let him help you, because without help…. If he focuses enough, Dream can almost feel your fingertips ghosting over his cheek again.

Hot, scarlet blood runs down his skin. Puddles on the obsidian floor. Dream can’t stop from curling in on himself when the axe splits the bone in his thigh. His body convulses with pain.

He so desperately wishes you were there. You would help him- save him. You would stop the torture and agony. You and your kind eyes would bandage his wounds. Maybe you’d softly sing a melody, too. He always loved when you did that.

Bone sunders. A guttural scream of agony rips from his throat.

Hit after excruciating hit he takes. Screams hang heavy in the air, echo off the obsidian. Soon, his vocal chords are spent. No sound

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You flinch as another familiar scream echoes into your ears. A tear slips down your face . But you won’t give up yet.

”Sam, please, you have to let me save him.”

The Warden’s eyes flash, for the briefest moment, with sympathy. His eyes are a heartless, pins-green again. “I can’t let you do that, Y/n.”

Dream shrieks in pain again. Your heart skips a beat, heavy in your chest. “But they’re torturing him!”

”You act as if he hasn’t hurt others the exact same way.”

He cries out again and your blood goes cold. You sprint over to the closed door, checking for any way to open it even though you know it’s useless.

”Dream!” You shout at the top of your lungs, desperate for him to hear you. Sam moves to drag you away. “Don’t give up! Stay alive! I’m going to save you!”

The Prison Warden drags you away from the door. You try everything you can to get free. Sam is too strong.

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Dream feels like a pathetic coward. He’s curled into a ball, hands out as of that will stop the axe.

He’s lying in a pool of blood. Soundless screams and hoarse cries are all he has the strength to give.

But as his eyes threaten to close, he hears your voice again. Perhaps it’s a hallucination. But you sound too desperate. Your words are crisp and real.

You tell him to not give up, to stay alive. You promise to save him.

You fill him with strength again. Dream doesn’t even notice the sharp crack as another bone is broken. The pain he feels is akin to that of a mere scratch.

Letting your voice wash over him, Dream feels his lips curve into that chilling smile he always wears. Pure confidence and malice spark to life in his emerald eyes.

He looks Quackity in the eyes. And smiles.

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you fidgeted as george and quackity ran through their intros, waiting for the perfect moment to pop into frame.

you smiled as george and quackity laughed at chat’s reaction. because this meetup was a surprise. no one expected you and quackity to travel to London to see george.

no one knew that the entire election trio would have met up. so this was when you decided to make your entrance.

not looking at anything else, you walked as quick as you could across the frame, trying not to laugh at the chaos your were causing.

but george and quackity were horrible at holding in their laughter, especially since the mood was just too lighthearted.

”chat? what’s going on? why are you spamming ‘y/n’?” george asked, knowing full well why.

quackity played along, happy to continue the bit. ”ohhh. you guys are talking about the person that just walked across the frame? here, let me bring them over.”

you were right next to the two boys (but the camera couldn’t see that), so there was no actual need for quackity to call you over.

mow unable to smother your smile, you popped your head into frame before walking out completely, choosing to stand right in between george and quackity’s chairs.

“hi chat!”

”oh wait, i guess it is Y/n,” the three of you managed to say in unison before dissolving into cackles of laughter.

Chat began spamming something new. something that made you heart melt. this made you happy; finally meeting your best friends irl.

the election trio meetup was happening.

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The Story of Steve - c!techno x gn!reader

Warnings: brief mention of a weapon + blood Pronouns: you/yours Words: 278 Summary: just a fun head canon for everyone's favorite polar bear, Steve

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Technoblade was just polishing his armor, brewing potions, and sharpening his axe when the door to his cabin burst open.

You were covered in snow, but you were cradling something in your arms, an excited smile on your face.

"Y/n? What's going on?" Techno sprung to his feet, walking quickly to your side. "...and what are you holding so delicately."

You smiled again.

Gods, that smile. It made him weak, something no one but you could ever do to him.

"It's a baby polar bear!" you explained, revealing the small sleeping form of the little animal. "I was walking and I found this little guy abandoned and shivering. Techno, can we keep him please?"

The Blood God looked at you again, took in the adorably pleading look on your face. Saw the little creature shivering in your arms. It looked so desperate and sad, the sort of thing you'd take pity on.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Fine, but you'd better have a name for the little creature."

"I sort of like the name 'Steve'." You petted the little polar bear's head, smiling softly when the cub opened it's jaws in a little yawn. "I don't know, it just fits."

Techno pulled you into a hug, warming your body. He pulled away just to stroke the soft white fur of the little creature you had found. "Hi, Steve. Welcome to this little family situation we have going on in this household."

You gasped excitedly. "Techno! We have a child now!"

He laughed and kissed your forehead. "Steve is now our polar bear son."

You lifted Steve into the air, twirling around. "Welcome to the family, little guy."

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The Stars Lead to You- c!dream x gn!reader

warning: blade, blood, threatening, knife, swearing pronouns: you/yours, they/them words: 1.8k+ summary: Dream has finally escaped the prison, but he still has to find you a/n: sorry for the long break-ish thingy. here's a long angst-to-fluff fic for you all!

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Like a flooded river on the edge of a forest bank, tears threatened to spill from Dream's emerald eyes. The wind tugged at his tattered prison uniform. The sun warmed his scarred skin. The air tasted so so sweet when he inhaled deeply.

Gods, how the man had missed this place.

He had not seen the outdoors in a year, for there were no windows in his little obsidian cell. Only endless hours of pain and torture. Some were mentally self-inflicted. The rest were spent adding to the tapestry of obvious scars on his skin.

As chaos raged behind him, Dream took off in a sprint. His legs faltered, as the muscles had atrophied in his days spent being still. But nevertheless, the wind blew the hair out of his face. The trapped man had finally been set free once more, twisted heart wild and unbound.

Dream ran for a long as he possibly could. He ran until the ache made him grit his teeth. But even then, he pushed more. Finally, when the sun had dipped below the horizon and it was too dark for even him to see, Dream collapsed onto the forest floor.

He laughed, still in shock, still in denial of the fact that he was finally free. The man didn't even recognize the woods anymore. He had gotten so far from the prison.

In truth, he never wanted to go there ever again.

Wincing at the fire of pain in his body, Dream stood up. He needed to get a sense of his surroundings before building a temporary shelter to hide from the nighttime mobs.

The foraging for proper materials had gone well, until his eyes caught sight of a very familiar tree marking. Almost involuntarily, his mind took him back to that day.

He wanted to reach out, wanted to trace to planes of your face. He wanted to memorize your beauty, your soft smile. Everything about you, he could not lose.

Next thing he knew, you were taking a sharp rock from the ground and taking it to the bark of the tree behind you both, face scrunched up with careful concentration.

He watched as your work began to take shape. He recognized the familiar shape of his mask, carved into the bark. Beside it, a simple poppy; your favorite flower.

You smiled bright, setting down the rock and curling back into his warm arms, humming happily when he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

Dream resurfaced, coming back to the present reality as he hastily wiped away the tears that had fallen.

That was the last day he had seen you before getting imprisoned.

The man didn't know where he would find you. He came to a realization that made his heart sink: he didn't even know if you were alive.

But Dream remembered one last thing from that final happy memory: your words. The last cryptic sentence you had whispered before falling asleep.

"The stars will always lead me to you"

Dream retreated into the little shelter he had created, staring at the branch of stars in the sky and hoping that he would find you at the end of it.

~-~-~-~

You hummed to yourself as you waltzed around your little cabin, swaying to the natural melody that seemed to call your heart its home.

The delightful and warm smell filling your senses in a way that made the corners of your lips turn up. The quiet mornings just made you happy.

Still lost in your happy world, you packaged up the cookies in a little bundle, grabbing the pitcher of tea, all ready for your morning picnic breakfast with the Syndicate.

But the sound of a blaring alarm jarred you back to reality. The glass pitcher fell from your hand, which had slackened in shock, shattering into pieces at your feet.

The Prison alarm had gone off, meaning someone had escaped. That someone was Dream.

It had been a year. A full year since you had seen the man that had stolen your heart. You had stolen his, too.

You were awake when they had taken him away. Awake, but unmoving, afraid of getting taken too. For you had known, even then, that you were more help to him from outside of the Prison.

In the days leading up to the incident, you had suspected. There was hushed chatter- tension everywhere you went. Even the Syndicate had started to withdraw. So you asked to watch the sunset with your lover, so terrified that it would be the last time you'd see him before disaster.

Everyone always said that you had a scarily accurate intuition.

Right before your tired eyes had closed, you whispered a promise to him. A promise that been repeated before every dangerous mission, after every teary reunion. The promise of stars and love.

"The stars will always lead me to you."

A bird chirped and you longed to run to the forest, the clearing, where that last final memory had taken place but you knew that it was unsafe to leave your cabin.

If Dream had gotten free and they spotted you running around, they'd lock you in just as they had done to him. Once, you had visited his dark cell. For weeks after, you could sleep, plagued by nightmares.

You spent the day pacing, worrying, trying to keep your racing heartbeat in check as the sun fell lower and lower in the sky. You kept thinking of what could be happening in the world outside of the walls of your comfortable cabin. You hoped, desperately, that Dream was safe and that even after all this time, he still remembered your promise....

You held yourself deathly still as a fight broke out behind you. Dream fought as hard as he could, using every single dirty trick he knew to free himself from the hands of those trying to imprison him.

There were angry, panicked, shouts and you knew that he had succeeded. You debated opening your eyes, standing up, grabbing his hand, and running away. But something sharp and cold was pressed to your neck.

Only your pure willpower could keep the gasp from leaving your lips when you recognized what it was: the blade of a sword.

A desperate scream ripped from Dream's throat when he noticed. It sounded so so pained. As if his heart was breaking in two. Yours was doing the same.

"Fine, fine," he sighed, heavy resignation weighing down the words. "Take me wherever the hell you want, but leave them alone."

The blade pressed down harder. Something warm trickled down your neck and you knew that blood had been drawn.

You couldn't see, with your eyes closed and body facing away, but you knew that your lover was curling his hands into fists, as if itching for a blade of his own to exact revenge.

"I said," he growled. "leave them alone."

There were a few grunts of struggle and pain as Dream was restrained. The sword remained at your exposed neck and of course, he noticed.

"Touch them again, though, and I'll put you down like a sick dog," he whispered, letting the threat hang in open air. Sure, the man had his wrists tied and his fate sealed, but no one doubted his desire for vengeance should you be harmed.

It was a wonder they couldn't hear the sound of your shattering heart as they took him away.

Even the song of the night could lull you to sleep that night.

~-~-~-~-~-

Dream knew that your house wasn't far from the tree, but he waited until the moon was hight in the sky again before continuing his journey. For he would stay true to your words, following the stars to find you.

For the first time in many years, every little sound spooked him. Every rattle of branches as the wind made them dance. Every crackle of leaves as an animal treated over them.

He had managed to find one of the chests hidden around the server, a panic measure he was now immensely grateful for.

Dream felt like himself again. The material of his fresh green hoodie felt so much softer against his skin than his old prison uniform. Besides, the bright orange color drew too much attention. He felt so much less exposed - so much more confident - wearing his iconic mask again.

Or maybe it was the full set of netherite armor.

Either way, Dream crept through the forest as quietly as he could, following the path of beautiful stars in the sky. He could feel his heart beat faster, excited by just the chance of seeing you again.

Even underneath his smooth white mask, he began to smile as the trees became more and more familiar. With every step, he was closer and closer. Every step brought him closer to you. So when his muscles began to burn and the heavy footsteps of his run sent shocks running up his bones, he used you as a motivator. For a year, you kept him sane while he rotted away in that obsidian prison.

Faster and faster and faster and faster.

He looked up at the stars for guidance. They still pointed forward. He smiled fully, breaking out into a full sprint.

"The stars will lead me to them," he chanted in his mind. Over and over.

~-~-~-~-

At that point, you had given up on sleeping, opting to sit and watch the window instead. You were waiting for any sign of him. Any signal that he was alive, maybe even coming to find you.

Your eyes began to drift closed again once more, when you noticed something moving amongst the trees. Immediately, adrenaline began to course through your body.

Trying not to slip with carelessness, you grabbed a small knife, just in case the person in the distance wasn’t who you thought it was. But you flung open your door, racing across soft grass towards the trees. Only the bright silver moonlight illuminated the earth.

Finally, the figure broke through and you let out a choked sob when you saw him. Dream. Your lover.

White mask falling away from his face, he broke into a grin, still sprinting towards you. Days ago, you still believed that you’d never see that smile again.

Time slowed down more the closer you got, every step sending shocks up both of your bodies, but you pushed through it.

Finally, after a year of painful waiting and wanting, you were in each other’s arms once again.

Dream buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the comforting scent of you again.

”I missed you so much, darling,” he whispered. You felt a tear on your shoulder. “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.”

The thin scar on your neck from that night tingled. “There’s no need to worry anymore,” you assured him quietly, swaying gently. “I’m safe and you’re home.”

He pulled back from the embrace, just enough to press the most tender kiss to your lips. “I’m home.”

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Always follow the stars, my darlings, for they will lead you to those you love.

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years

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Signs for Us (p!Tommy x gn!reader)

Tommy was so excited when Philza told him that he was going to have a new sibling. Techno has always been distant and Wilbur was following in his footsteps. Phil was never there and Tommy was getting... lonely.

But he totally wasn't expecting you to be mute.

"It was a tragic accident," Phil explained. "Their vocal chords have been completely shredded and they can't hear."

Tommy was still curious. "What happened?"

"An explosion."

The first few months were awkward. You could barely communicate - besides writing on paper - and Tommy always had to remember to write as well.

He really wanted to talk with you. Philza could. He learned sign language and you two talked all the time. It made Tommy jealous. He needed to talk to you. Needed to express how much your simple existence made his life much more bright.

Keep in mind, you guys would have amazing conversations on paper, in notebooks. jokes would be made and everything. it was amazing. but still, Tommy couldn't actually talk to you.

he retreated to his room, much to your dismay

A week later, he looked very excited (and sleep-deprived) when he tapped your shoulder

you started to grab the notebook of the table but Tommy took it from you and set it back down. He sat down on the couch in front of you and then, after hesitating for a few seconds he signs:

"I love you, Y/n."

and you started to cry.

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wrenqueenisboss · 2 years

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c!dsmp x time traveler gn!reader

characters: dream, george, karl warnings: none, angst pronouns: you/yours summary: requested by 🧋 anon. time traveler!reader headcanons

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c!Dream:

when he first meets you, he can just tell that you don’t belong. thinks it’s because you’re new and not because you’ve lived so many different lives

finds the way you always forget the little things cute

because he can use it as an excuse to stay near you

protects you so much because he knows that others will inevitably use you as a bargaining chip against him

feels hurt when you disappear for three days without and explanation

is terrified that something bad will happen to you while he’s in the prison

when he finally escapes and finds you, he tries to hug you but you stop him, asking who he is

that was the first time anyone else had seen him cry

c!George:

you reappeared into this time in the forest george always visited

he thought he was hallucinating the person who appeared out of thin air

hid so he would be seen by you, the strange new person and watched the next day as you returned to the same spot, carrying a little satchel of stuff. he gasped when you disappeared again

sees you next just walking around casually and introduces himself

you and him both stay out of the war’s entirely but he doesn’t realize until it’s too late that you stay away so you’ll have more time to hop along the timeline

his heart breaks every time you forget something and he dreads the day when you forget him

prays to XD to restore your memory

c!Karl:

Karl meets you in the void of time. sort of. he sees another figure ripping their way into different parts of the timeline

meh obsesses over who it could be until he finally actually meets you in person

immediately recognizes the yellowing of your eyes and the way your skin seems dull. it’s all time poisoning

you know he’s a time traveler too but you guys never talk about it. it’s a heavy topic to breach, anyway

because you have no actual tether to your present timeline, you travel a lot to escape, so your memory loss comes on faster and worse than karl’s

it scares him to see someone lose themselves so quickly. he tries to stop you from time traveling. it doesn’t work

loses it when you forget his name for the first time so now he won’t let you out of his sight, he doesn’t want you time traveling and doing more damage

but there’s nothing he can do when you make your last trip, jumping to a time he’ll never know. there’s no way to bring you back home

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