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[huneekrispee]

Hi :D! I was the one who requested the one with cc!Sapnap and reader (You’re Kinda Cute, Y’know?) And I have finally figured out the c and cc from the help of you so thank you :D! And I was wondering if maybe I could be 🌸 anon? It’s totally fine if I can’t, and you can totally ignore this!

Hello!

Yes of course you can be 🌸 anon!!

Welcome, 🌸 anon!! <3

-Hunee <3

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[huneekrispee]

To be a God

Pairing: p! DreamXD x child! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: After seeing his mortal counterpart fail to run his own server properly, leading to his people rebelling and throwing him in jail, DreamXD sends his child to the Dream SMP to tell everyone a very important message.

Warnings: platonic, -tiny mention of: blood, fire, explosions-, XD is (Y/N)'s father, XD also has 4 arms, (Y/N) is a demigod, (Y/N) wears jewelry, Spoilers for the prison arc, cursing.

Requested? No.

Word Count: 2004

A/N: Because my god complex (/lh) decided to act up today, have this :) I hope you have a good day/afternoon/night and stay hydrated!! Happy reading ^_^ -Hunee <3

The realm of the Gods was nothing short of beautiful. With each God being given their own realm they can bend and shape to their own will as they please, living in a God's realm truly was the highest of privileges for any mortal.

For the god of chaos and destruction, DreamXD's realm was strangely calming.

With the bright sky shifting into a gorgeous navy blue littered with stars each night, it was always a joy to live in his realm.

If it was just XD inhabiting his realm, then he could care less about how it looks. However, with the addition of his child living in his realm with him, he made his realm fit for a child to live in.

The child in question? (Y/N) XD, a demigod following in their father's footsteps to become a god of chaos.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Biologically, the two weren't related.

When (Y/N) was a baby, XD was worshipped across all of the realms. Villages and towns prayed to the god of destruction, offering him lavish gifts in exchange for chaos to leave them alone.

It was around one hundred years ago. XD had been summoned to a village through a proper ritual. When the god examined the situation before him, he had noticed that on a pedestal in front of him, like an altar, was a baby.

It was swaddled in green cloth, but it didn't cry out like most babies did. All it did was whimper, confused and scared.

Behind his mask, XD stared at the child.

He then looked around at the villagers around in the room. The cleric came forward, bowing down on one knee as he spoke up.

"The God of destruction and chaos, DreamXD. We offer you the firstborn of the fairest maiden of the village. Please protect us and-"

"What is the meaning of this?"

The cleric's eyes widened. His purple robes swished as he knelt down further. Squeezing his eyes shut, he gulped, feeling a bead of sweat run down the side of his head.

Stammering, the villager standing behind the cleric responded, "My God, we beg of you to spill the blood of the fairest's firstborn. We believe that doing so will help you protect us-"

The god clad in green stepped forward towards the altar, looking down upon the child who was staring back up at him. Reaching two ring-clad hands out, he picked up the child.

Turning around, facing his back to the villagers in the room, XD stretches out another hand towards the child. Their eyes looked curiously at his index finger full of golden rings, moving both of their tiny hands to curl onto the finger, holding it in their grasp.

They cooed as they saw the emerald on one of the rings sparkle in the light. Noticing the child's amazement, XD smiled, lost in his own world with the child that was meant to be killed in his name.

"You are a curious one. Truly an adorable child."

Hearing his statement, the villagers proceeded to internally panic. This was not going according to plan.

"How could you want to kill such an innocent child? In the name of protection? Cowards."

XD turned back around to face the growing crowd in the village. Stretching his last hand out, he snapped his fingers at the cleric. In an instant, the cleric was lit on fire, the green flames spreading across his robes and skin, burning it.

The lime green fire quickly slicked around the room, consuming the remaining villagers in the area.

Snapping his fingers once again, the hiss of TNT echoed throughout the village. Being set off from the flames consuming the entire village, explosions surrounded the area, blowing up the village who asked for his protection.

He looked down at the baby in two of his arms, bringing the third one up to stroke their head, watching as a small smile appeared on the baby's face as they watched the chaos unfold, turning to look up at their new father.

Looking at their doe orbs, the fire reflecting off their eyes, XD knew this child would go far.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

XD had decided to raise the child, naming them (Y/N) XD.

When (Y/N) was five years old, XD decided to make his child a demigod, raising them up to their true potential to be a god when they're older.

(Y/N) had decided that they wanted to become a god of chaos like their father, following in his footsteps.

Despite meeting many other gods, none of them stood out to (Y/N) quite like Philza and his wife Kristin, 'Lady death' as they called her.

XD had taken his child with them one time when he needed to meet with the couple on an urgent matter.

(Y/N) had held onto his hand, eyes widening at the sight of Philza's wings.

"Pretty."

That was the only word (Y/N) could day when they saw the wings. Letting go of her father's hand as he went to talk to lady death, (Y/N) quickly reached into her endless inventory, pulling out a stack of diamond blocks.

Phil's eyes widened at the sight of the expensive blocks, turning to XD as the young child shoved the stack of blocks in his hands.

"Um.. DreamXD?"

Safe to say, you were grounded from using creative mode for a few weeks.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Back in XD's realm, he stands near the window in the mansion of his realm. Staring out into the garden outside as he fiddled with the end of his green sleeve. He called out for his child.

"(Y/N)!"

In a flash of green light behind him, said child, who was now a teenager, despite being nearly one hundred years old in god years, appeared.

Their lavish green robes swayed as they walked towards their father. Golden jewelry clanging together.

"Father, you asked for me?"

XD turned to look at his child, smiling at them.

"My dear child."

He stretched open his four arms for a hug, smile growing wider as (Y/N) hugged him. He wrapped all his arms around them. After pulling away, he continued to smile at them.

"I have a job for you."

"Hmm? Yes, what is it? Is it blowing up a rebellious village? Or committing some arson? How about it?"

DreamXD sighed, staring at his child's interested face, eyes glimmering in excitement at the thought of chaos.

"As much as I'd love to let you do that, that's not what I wanted you to do today. You see, this is an important message I have for one of the lower realms."

(Y/N) quirked an eyebrow at their father's statement, the left side of their lips pulling up into a smirk. Moving to lean against the side of the window, they crossed their arms, staring at XD through their mask.

"Oh?"

XD smirked. "You remember my mortal counterpart, Dream?"

Moving their head to the side, (Y/N) looked out the window, noticing a bird hand on top of the fountain in the center of the garden.

"Yeah, I do. He was a pretentious prick the last time I met him. What about him?"

(Y/N) watched as the bird proceeded to peck its head downwards into the water, hopping along with a few steps before flying away.

"You remember how I gave him the right to have his own server - to run his own SMP?"

The demigod furrowed their eyebrows, eyes quickly moving to look at their father.

"So? He's off playing God, what does that have to do with us?"

His smirk grew wider, a dark deep chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Well... Let's just say, the God himself has fallen from his pedestal, pushed off by his own people nonetheless."

(Y/N) instantly stifles a laugh, moving a ring-covered hand to cover their mouth, ineffectively hiding their giggles. They eventually lost the resolve to hide their expression of humour, laughing fully out loud.

Their laughs echoed throughout the gigantic mansion. Holding onto their stomach, (Y/N) continued to laugh maniacally, their father eventually joining them.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my- How the mighty fall."

As (Y/N) finished laughing, they sighed.

"Alright, father. What do I need to do?"

Sighing, XD moved his hands behind his back, getting down to business.

"Go tell him that he blew his chance and that I'm very disappointed in him. Then I want you to gather the people of his SMP and tell them this message."

He leaned forward to whisper the message in their ear. (Y/N)'s grin widening as they heard of their father's message for the people of the Dream SMP.

They gasped. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Now go, my child. I love you."

Nearing the door of the mansion, (Y/N) called back to her father.

"I love you too father, I can't wait to laugh at that green bastard."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the dark purple walls of the obsidian box encaging the smiley-faced man glowed from the reflection of the lava, Dream sat in the middle of the prison. His scarred fingers fidgeted with the golden clock in his hands, watching as the time slowly ticked by on the clock.

Sighing, he swung his arm back, fingers letting go of the clock as he threw it into the lava.

Now bored, Dream called out for the only other human in the prison.

"Sam!"

Nothing, just like always.

"Sam! I need a new clock!"

Again, silence.

"SA-"

"Do you know how disappointed father is?"

Dream felt his eyes go wide. His head turned back to stare at his immortal counterpart's child.

The demigod leaned against the wall of the obsidian box, smirking down at Dream.

"H-how did you get in here?"

"Doesn't matter." They spat.

"What matters is that father is extremely disappointed in you, and he wants you to know it. He says that you've blown your last chance."

Dream gulped, staring at the soulless XD painted on (Y/N)'s mask.

"You promised him that you would keep your subjects in line, making sure no would rise above you."

(Y/N)'s eyes glazed over in disgust at the thought, mouth turning into a scowl.

"Yet here you are. Stuck in prison. Like a piece of filth that fell from the morals of the gods. Like Icarus, you flew too close to the sun, Dream. Father tried to warn you, yet you didn't listen."

(Y/N)'s fingers moved to fiddle with the necklace on their neck. The emerald shining in the light of the lava.

"Since you can't run your own server and keep everyone in line, since... y'know, you're currently locked away..."

Dream gulped again. His eyes narrowed into a glare at the demigod.

"What are you saying?"

A grin made its way onto their face, teeth shining in the darkness as they laughed at the green man.

"Father has given me the privilege of owning your SMP, until you can prove your worth."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After confronting Dream with the news, (Y/N) teleported out of the prison. Skipping along the path of the Dream SMP.

Their majestic green robes swished as they skipped along the path. Emerald earring swinging. Multiple rings on each finger, expensive bracelets and bangles jingling as they hit each other. Their emerald necklace bounced against their chest, swinging from side to side. Jewelry chiming together.

They were truly on their way to becoming a god.

Along the path, Tommy is sorting out his house. He turns around hearing the sound of jewelry clanging against each other.

"Hi!"

Tommy screams, scrambling back and pointing a finger at the mysterious figure clad in green robes, eyes wide.

"W-WHO ARE YOU?!"

They tilted their head, pointing a ring clad finger at themselves.

"Me?"

Moving their mask to position it higher, the lower part of their face now visible to the boy.

With a Cheshire grin on their face, they answered his question.

"My name is Y/N XD, and I'm the new owner of the Dream SMP."

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[huneekrispee]

Thank you so much for the Ranboo comfort! And thank you for the words that you said. I really appreciate and love it! I'm doing better now! The nightmares have been slowly going away which is good! And again thank you so much! Drink lots of water and eat until you're full! Love you!

Can I be ✨anon? Thank youuu! :]

Hello! :D

I'm so glad that you liked the fic :D <3 I'm happy that you're doing better and I'm so proud of you!!

I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night :)) You still deserve the world and I love you too!!

And yes of course you can be ✨anon!!

Welcome, ✨anon!! <3

-Hunee <3

#huneetalks #huneeanons

[huneekrispee]

I need more gnf angst in my life

Georgenotfound Angst Headcanons

Pairing: cc! c! Georgenotfound x gn! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: Angst headcanons featuring Georgenotfound. (Both cc! and c!)

Warnings: ANGST, a pinch of fluff, mentions of neglect, you get stood up, no use of (y/n), arguing, remember the cc is nothing like this - this is a fanfiction, spoilers for the election arc in c! gnf's part,

Requested? Yes!

Word Count:

A/N: Thank you for your request ^_^ I'm not the best at writing for George, so I hope this was good enough!! Have a nice day/afternoon/night, and stay hydrated!! -Hunee <3

CC! GNF

Let's say that you and George started before his career really took off

So, let's say you guys got together in July 2018

In the beginning, it was great!

When George told you of Dream's idea and strategy for blowing up on youtube, you were all for it!

You wanted your boyfriend to succeed of course, and you saw how happy he was when he made videos and stuff

George was so happy that you were willing to help him with his career :)

Being able to do the thing he loves to do with the person he loves by his side? Heck yes!

So, let's skip to around mid-2020, around July, when the Dream SMP was really at its peak.

George wasn't really involved in all of the lore, spending most of his time 'sleeping' instead.

However, George does like to just play on the SMP casually or stream with the Feral boys and whatever

Let's say you guys don't live together, so usually, you guys try to spend most of your free time together :)

So! Yay! It's July! Today is your 2 year anniversary with Mr. Georgenotfound himself!

You both had planned out what you would do together on this day months ago.

You had planned to go for dinner at the restaurant down the street that was very nice, very nice :^)

Kind of cliche, but oh well

So, let's skip to the angst haha :^) I'm sorry.

In the morning you had sent him a text, saying "Happy anniversary Mr. Not found, can't wait to see you tonight! :) <3". You didn't get a reply but thought that he was busy getting work done so his night was free :)

Basically, you decided to dress up for the occasion, considering most relationships don't last as long as your one with George had.

You had picked out your nicest clothes to wear for tonight, wanting to look nice for your boyfriend :)

You even worked hard on your hair, expertly putting it into the style you wanted, and you were proud of it!!

Basically, you had planned out the perfect gift for George as well, deciding to go with a scrapbook of memories of you two, along with a new keyboard he had been talking about getting recently.

Overall, you were excited for tonight!!

Grabbing your bag full of the gifts for George, you double-checked your items, making sure you had everything you needed

Locking your door, you headed out towards the restaurant, preparing yourself for a nice night out with your boyfriend :)

Checking the time on your phone, you saw that the time was nearing 6:52pm. Sighing, you walked into the restuarant, 8 minutes early for your reservation.

After sorting out your table and all that stuff, the waiter came up to you, asking if you were ready to order. You declined, telling them that you were waiting for someone.

As they nodded and walked away, going to serve someone else, you pulled out your phone again.

It was now 7:10pm.

Sitting at the table for two by yourself, you watched as people entered and left the restaurant, George still nowhere in sight.

It got to the point where people who were coming in after you left before you even started eating.

Sighing, you checked your phone again.

The screen stared back at you, the clock showing that it was now 8:00pm.

Heart heavy, you flicked George a text.

"Hey, Mr. Not found :D Just wondering when you're coming?"

Pursing your lips, you called for a waiter, not wanting to waste their time and resources by just sitting there.

You ordered an appealing dish on the menu, not noticing the waiter's face of pity.

It was obvious to everyone that you were waiting for someone. That was clear from the bag you had brought with you, and the fact that you were at a table for two, not ordering anything until now.

Once your food arrived, you sat there, slowly picking at it, eating slowly.

Checking your phone once again, yet another hour had passed. It was now 9:00pm.

No new messages from George.

Checking the messages, he hadn't even seen any of the ones you had sent today.

Pursing your lips once again, you ordered a dessert for yourself.

One by one, the people that filled the restaurant filed out, leaving just you and a few other people.

It was now 10:00pm.

The restaurant closes at 10:30pm.

Closing your eyes, you brought the tasty piece of dessert to your mouth, your heart sank at the realization that George wasn't coming.

The waiters only looked on at your lonely figure who was slowly eating the dessert.

Once you finished, the waiter who served you went up to you.

"Mx? My apologies, but we're closing soon."

You looked up at them, flashing them a strained smile, thanking them for their service and food.

Taking the bag full of gifts for your boyfriend, you paid for the food and walked out of the restaurant, alone.

Once you got home, you quickly changed into comfortable clothes, getting ready to sleep after a night gone wrong.

You opened your phone, still seeing no messages from George.

You opened the twitch app on your phone, hoping to not see what you were thinking.

For what felt like the 10th time that night, your heart sank.

The message stared back at you.

"Georgenotfound is live! - Jackbox with the feral boys"

So, you fell asleep that night, left alone. Just like you were left alone at the restaurant.

C! GNF

Long gone were the days of peace on the Dream SMP.

Peace was replaced with multiple wars and battles between the members of the SMP.

You had heard of the new election Lmanburg was hosting, with your brother and Wilbur Soot running a campaign named 'Pog 2020'.

Your brother being Tommyinnit, the biggest troublemaker on the server.

You loved your brother, standing with him during the war of Lmanburg and the Dream SMP.

However, you did kind of betray him when you decided to get together with George.

George was usually laid back when it came to fighting in the wars, opting to sleep, away from everyone.

You fell in love with him once Lmanburg was allowed its independence, with both sides being neutral now.

"No matter what happens, you'll always stand by me, right?"

Now, the election was coming up, and you hadn't seen George in a week, with him being busy.

You were fully rooting for your brother and his campaign, unaware that George was apart of another campaign.

So you sat there in the crowd, smiling up at your brother as he stood by Wilbur's side. He grinned back at you, confidence shining through his grin.

As Wilbur introduced each campaign running for president of Lmanburg, he began to introduce Schlatt 2020.

"With Jschlatt running as president, Quackity as his vice-president, Schlatt 2020 promise to..."

You zoned out, not really caring about it.

Until...

"With Georgenotfound as a member of our cabinet, we promise to make Lmanburg better than it has ever been before!"

Your head snapped up, eyes wide.

What was George doing here?

You looked between George and Tommy, confused on who to vote for now that you know George was a part of a running campaign.

Thinking back to the promise you made to George about standing by him no matter what, you sat in the crowd, conflicted.

Family... or... love?

For once, you didn't think you could stand by George.

Just this once.

A/N: This is so rushed and unedited, it's so early right now, but i'll write a bit more so i'll post it later :) -Hunee <3

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[huneekrispee]

Oh my gosh yess thank you for the sequel!!

-anon that asked a part 2 lol

Ps could i be an 🥚 anon?

Hello! :)

Yes thank you for asking for part 2 of Over the Wall!!

I'm glad you liked it :)

And yes of course you can be 🥚 anon!!

Welcome, 🥚 anon!!

-Hunee <3

#huneetalks #huneeanons

[huneekrispee]

Hello! I'm a new person at your blog! I wanted to request some Ranboo comfort? ( Platonic of course! ) I've been having some nightmares about my past stalker. Ranboo doesn't know the reader has a stalker yet. She/her pronouns. You can ignore this if you're uncomfortable tho! I understand! Love u and take care of yourself!

Secure

Pairing: p! cc! Ranboo x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: The trauma of her situation can't seem to leave (Y/N), following her everytime she sleeps. Out of options, she turns to her best friend, Ranboo, for comfort.

Warnings: entirely platonic!!, nightmares, mentions of being stalked, a little pinch of angst, a whole cup of fluff :), hugS!

Requested? Yes!

Word Count: 616

A/N: Hello, I am so sorry you had to go through something like that :( Sending my love and support from beyond the screen, you deserve the world :) <3 If you ever want to rant or just talk, my dms are always open!! I hope you have an amazing day/evening/night, and stay hydrated, happy reading! -Hunee <3

In the dead of night, the lampposts scattered evenly along the sidewalk shine bright. The faint sounds of a car driving past would echo through the street every once in a while, the headlight of the car stretching into houses through the faint gap in the curtains, coming and going quickly.

Gasping, (Y/N) shot up, eyes wide. She gripped her heart, panic clear in her expression.

Quickly looking around the area she was in, (Y/N) calmed down a little bit, seeing that she was in her best friend's room. She was safe.

They couldn't get her here. Not anymore. They were gone.

But even just the thought of that person made (Y/N) more upset.

Closing her eyes, the girl shoved her face into her hands. She felt a lump build up in her throat, unconsciously letting out a strained whimper.

She couldn't even sleep in peace. The buildup of her tears became too much for her to hold back, and (Y/N) began to openly sob into her hands, too shocked and upset to control them.

"(Y/N)? Are you- Woah, what's wrong?"

A groggy voice echoed throughout the room. It was Ranboo, her best friend, still full of sleep, but instantly became awake when he heard her cries.

(Y/N) heard him shuffle out of his blanket, turn on the light on his desk, then he came over to where she was sitting. Slowly, he pulled her hands off her face, revealing (Y/N)'s tear-stained face in the low light.

Ranboo's expression turned soft as he observed how the girl seemed to look at anything but him.

"Are you okay?"

She fiddled with her fingers, lightly flicking her nail with another one. (Y/N) slowly shook her head, looking down. The fluffy-haired male continued to look at her, waiting for her response.

The girl brought her knees to her chest, burying her head into her knees. She hid her face away, feeling tears start to build upon her lower lash line once again.

"No."

Her voice was meek and quiet, like a mumble.

Smiling sadly, Ranboo took (Y/N)'s right hand in his, lightly running his thumb over her knuckles. It was a habit he had kept on doing for years, and he knew it helped comfort (Y/N).

"Do you want to talk about it?"

(Y/N) shook her head, face still hidden in her knees "Not really." She didn't think she could handle talking about it right now. All she wanted was a distraction to help shift her thoughts to something else.

"Okay. That's fine. Just know that I'm always gonna be here, okay? If you need me or want to talk about it later, I'm going to be here, okay? Do you want a hug?"

She nodded, finally looking up at Ranboo.

He moved to lean his back against the wall, watching as the girl moved her knees away from her chest, settling down with her legs crossed.

Ranboo opened his arms, stretching them out in (Y/N)'s direction. The girl immediately went to hug him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

She closed her eyes, leaning into her best friend's embrace. Ranboo's long arms hugged her back, rubbing his hand up and down (Y/N)'s back, soothing her distress.

Moments like these were always comforting for (Y/N). With the two being best friends for years, Ranboo had picked up on ways he could comfort his best friend, and vice versa for (Y/N).

And as they sat there together, hugging against the wall, (Y/N) slowly drifted off. Limbs going limp, she fell asleep.

Secure in her best friend's arms, away from anything that could harm her.

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[huneekrispee]

hello! i was the one who requested the lmanburg sapnap fic :D i forgot to ask could i be 🐼 anon :0

Hello!! :)

Yes of course you can!!

Welcome, 🐼 anon!! <3

-Hunee <3

#huneetalks #huneeanons

[huneekrispee]

Helloo- Was just wondering if you can make a part 2 of Over The Wall? Like- Wilbur doesnt notice that your gone but Tommy does- and Fundy redemption arc that he thinks reader is cool and just wants to impress them so badly..?

Also can I be 🌺 Hibiscus anon? Sorry if ur not accepting any anons so thats ok 👉👈

Hello! :) Yes my lovely, you can definitely be the Hisbiscus anon!! :D I'll make a post about accepting anons soon, so you'll be my first anon!!

Welcome, 🌺 Hibiscus anon!! <3

I can confirm that I have made a part 2 of Over the Wall :)

Here it is! "No Looking Back"

Thank you to all the other people who requested a part 2 to Over the Wall, I meshed all your ideas into one, so hopefully, you'll all enjoy it!!

I hope you enjoy!! <3

-Hunee <3

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[huneekrispee]

No Looking Back

SEQUEL TO "Over the Wall"

Pairing: c!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: After taking Sapnap's hand and running from Lmanburg, (Y/N) finds themselves thriving in the Dream SMP. Wilbur doesn't notice that they are gone, but another does, leading to a sour confrontation. There's no looking back now.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, arson, blood, injuries, parental issues, cursing, explosions, fighting, mentions of sharp weapons, tiny mention of kidnapping, yelling, mention of death, spoilers for the first lmanburg war, betrayal, lmanburg goes boom :0

Word Count: 4064

A/N: Wow! I didn't expect so much of you would want a part two of Over the Wall!! :0 I hope you're happy with this sequel I made to the first part :)) Have a good day/evening/night and happy reading! Remember to take care of yourself and stay hyrdated!! :D -Hunee <3

Once again, the artwork in the gif belongs to the amazing SAD-IST :)

"To (Y/N)! The newest addition to the Dream SMP!"

"To (Y/N)!" The voices of the members of the Dream SMP yelled in unison, raising their glasses of success, clinking them together in victory.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning their head into the side of Sapnap, who had one arm around them, and the other holding his drink in the air. He was smiling as well, happy that they had gotten a leg up on Lmanburg, making them one step closer to winning the war that raged on.

They closed their eyes, grin still present on their face, as they thought of the circumstances leading up to their victory.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It began with the same night (Y/N) had met Sapnap, the man-child from beyond the wall.

After he proposed the idea of them switching sides in the war, (Y/N) instantly agreed.

The sky was beginning to get lighter, the night wasting away as the pair continued to talk, making plans for what they could do together when (Y/N) joined the Dream SMP.

In the corner of their eye, (Y/N) noticed the first light of Lmanburg turn on, symbolising the beginning of the morning, which told people to wake up.

(Y/N) gasped lightly. "Sapnap. You need to go. Everyone will wake up soon."

Said male nodded, beginning to scale down the wall, reluctantly letting go of (Y/N)'s hand. As he was halfway down, they called out to him.

"Meet me beyond the wall tonight, before the wall patrol starts. Same side. They have a meeting before they start patrol, and Wilbur won't notice if I'm gone."

The thought of their own father not noticing them still hurt, but the hope of having a better life on the other side was comforting.

"I'll pack light. Just enough of my stuff to not cause any suspicion among them."

The raven-haired man looked up at (Y/N), nodding as he continued to climb down the walls.

"I'll see you then. Bye-bye cutie!"

(Y/N) smiled as they watched the clumsy man-child stumble off the wall as he turned his head back to look at them one last time, sending them a wide grin, before running into the woods of Lmanburg, back to his home.

(Y/N)'s future home.

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It was now mid-day.

As the bright blue tone of the sky spread over the land of the SMP, a figure clad in a green hoodie stood high, standing on top of the TNT cannon, which was aimed at the trees inside Lmanburg.

Next to him stood Sapnap, his axe strapped to his back, wearing his signature clothes and bandana. His netherite armour gleamed in the sunlight as he finished placing the redstone needed on the canon.

Sighing, Sapnap moved to take a glance at Lmanburg, looking around for the blacksmith that was planning to run with him later that day.

He spotted them sitting near the hotdog van, sharpening a diamond axe on their anvil. His lips unconsciously curled up into a small smile at the sight of them.

As Dream placed the TNT needed in order to fire the cannon, he looked back at Sapnap, following his gaze.

Behind his mask, his eyes landed on the person near the van, hovering over the anvil. This was who Sapnap was looking at?

Oh.

OH?

Dream smirked, moving closer to his best friend, who was stuck in a trance at the sight of the blacksmith.

"So? Who's that?"

The man wearing the bandana squealed in surprise, almost falling off the TNT cannon, but quickly gaining his balance. The smiley face masked man laughed at him, wheezing at his friends' reaction.

Sapnap narrowed his eyes into a glare, smacking his friends' shoulder after he scared him. He quickly glanced back to where he was previously staring, noticing that the blacksmith was now staring at him.

(Y/N) waved at the pair from down below, going back to work on the next tool that needed fixing.

"That's (Y/N). Lmanburg's blacksmith, and Wilbur Soot's eldest child. I met them last night, and they wanna join our side."

Sapnap raised his eyebrows up and down as he said the last bit. Dream tilted his head, looking curiously behind his mask.

"They want to join us?" He echoed.

Sapnap nodded. "Yeah. Apparently, Wilbur's an absolute asshole to them, and they've had enough." He mumbled a bit after. "And I also maybe kind of want them there too-"

Dream smiled. His best friend hadn't been interested in someone for a long time. Knowing that Wilbur Soot's eldest child wanted to leave the so-called 'great nation' of Lmanburg was funny.

"Well, we do need a better blacksmith, to be honest. We're all getting tired of fixing the armour, plus George gets pissy because he always gets chosen to do it."

Looking curiously at Dream, Sapnap, leaned his head closer to Dream's masked face, staring into the masks' beady eyes.

"Sooo? Is that a yes to them joining?"

The smiley-faced man sighed, moving to press the button on the TNT cannon, effectively lighting the pieces of dynamite that hissed and sizzled for a few seconds before being shot out towards the stray trees of Lmanburg.

"Consider it a yes."

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(Y/N) hummed out the tune of the music disc chirp, tightly gripping onto the netherite chestplate that they had just finished fixing. It was theirs, just a few dents here and there, but not too much to fix.

Grabbing the abandoned protection III enchantment book, (Y/N) placed the book on top of the chestplate, placing both items onto the anvil.

They watched as the book slowly disappeared, the enchantment of the book transferring onto the piece of armour. (Y/N) smiled.

Full protection IV armour was so close.

Placing the newly upgraded chestplate to the side, (Y/N) grabbed Tommy's helmet, preparing to fix it.

"(Y/N)!"

They looked up. Standing near the door was Tommy.

"Are you coming to the meeting? It's just a meeting about progress so far, boring, but hey! Are you coming or not?"

"Sorry Tommy, I don't think I can go. I need to continue working for now."

They gestured to the blonde's helmet that was currently in (Y/N)'s hands. Little did Tommy know, it would probably be the last thing of his that they would fix for a while.

"Ah- Okay. I understand. Just make sure you don't stay up too late, we need everyone in tip-top shape tomorrow! See you later, (Y/N)."

The blacksmith stared at Tommy's retreating figure, his footsteps becoming echoes in their ears. They looked out the window, watching as Tommy got into the hotdog van, closing the door shut.

Perfect.

(Y/N) quickly stood up, putting on their netherite chestplate. Grabbing the bag they had hidden behind the chair they were sitting on, (Y/N) quietly left their room in Lmanburg.

Closing and locking the door for the last time.

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"Sap! Hurry up!"

"Shut up! I'm coming!"

(Y/N) rolled their eyes as they turned their head around behind them to look at the pyromaniac male, who was currently struggling to light the spruce tree on fire.

Sparks flew from the flint as Sapnap finally succeeded in making fire. The trunk of the tree was instantly set ablaze.

The duo watched in amazement as the bright orange flames travelled up to consume the leaves of the tree, the leaves burning instantly.

Snapping out of their amazement, (Y/N) quickly grabbed Sapnap's hand, running away as they heard shouts of protest from Lmanburg.

He quickly reacted, running with (Y/N).

"Jeez, if you wanted to hold my hand you could've just said so."

"I will let go of your hand right now and let you trip and fall into the ground. Don't test me."

"Ooh, feisty. If you let me go and I trip, does that mean I fell for you?"

They couldn't say anything after that. Only laughing at their boyfriend's dorky attitude.

It had been a month since (Y/N) had left Lmanburg to join Dream's side of the war.

All the members of the Dream SMP were surprised to find out (Y/N) wanted to join the Dream SMP side of the war, betraying Lmanburg as they did. After finding out that they were a Soot, it was even more surprising, considering Wilbur was the leader of the rebellion.

(Y/N)'s explanation of changing sides was simple.

"I didn't feel appreciated enough for the work I was doing. Plus, I'm disowning my father. I am no longer a Soot. I feel more comfortable being the blacksmith of the people Wilbur is against, it's karma, I guess. Now, let's win this war, shall we?"

They all cheered at that.

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Tommy was in hysteria.

(Y/N) had been missing for a month now, nowhere to be seen.

he had last seen them on that day they had a progress meeting, with (Y/N) fixing his helmet, sitting at the same anvil they always sat at, doing their work.

Tommy felt partially responsible for them being missing, with him being the last one to see them.

He glanced over at the lone anvil once again, the stool no longer next to it.

Should he have left them alone?

He didn't know.

A certain fox hybrid hid away, watching Tommy as he stared at the anvil.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tommy headed over to the hotdog van once more, preparing for an emergency meeting Eret had called.

Once Tommy reached the group standing outside the van, Eret called out:

"Gentlemen. Come with me. I have a secret weapon I've been working on."

Off to the final control room, they went.

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"You bastard Eret! We trusted you!"

"How could you?!"

"He knows! HE KNOWS EVERYTHING!"

The man with the white eyes stood safely away from the final control room. Their job was done. It was time for her to leave Lmanburg and become king of the Dream SMP.

The raven-haired pyromaniac swung his axe at Tommy, hitting his shield. The blonde stepped back, stunned from the attack. He quickly raised his sword, rushing to cut Sapnap, only to narrowly miss him by a few inches.

Tommy raised his sword again, rushing forward, swinging again. He clashed weapons with Sapnap, who had a maniacal grin on his face. Both sides struggled, leaning forward in an attempt to knock the weapon out of the hands of each other.

Cerulean eyes narrowed, glaring at Sapnap, who was still grinning like a maniac.

"Where. The fuck. Are they."

His grin grew wider.

Then he laughed, pushing his axe forward with more force, effectively winning the weapon clash. He gripped onto Tommy's shoulder, holding his axe high above his head, preparing to strike the boy.

"(Y/N)?"

His dark eyes stared into Tommy's. His grin morphed into a smirk.

"Oh don't worry, Tommy. They're in good hands."

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"I didn't expect you to be here."

The new king of the Dream SMP quickly looked in the direction of the voice.

There, sitting on a chair in the corner, was (Y/N). In their hand was a netherite chestplate. The group had just gotten back from their attack on Lmanburg in the final control room, giving their armour to (Y/N), then going off to rest.

She smirked, the white of their eyes shining behind the dark sunglasses he wore.

"I didn't expect YOU to be here, Mx. Soot."

The blacksmith glowered at the mention of their forgotten name. They were quick to correct the new king.

"I'm no longer a part of that dreaded family. I denounced my last name. It's now (L/N). Much better, don't you think?"

The king just stood there in silence, observing (Y/N) as they engraved something into the top of the chestplate, near where the collar would be.

It looked like the language of the enchantment books, something Eret knew (Y/N) would be familiar with. Noticing Eret's curious look at what they were engraving, they spoke up.

"This is Sapnap's armour if you're wondering. He asked me to engrave my initials into his armour, considering I lost a bet with him a couple of days ago."

They sighed, smiling softly at the memory, admiring the sight of their initials on his armour.

"So I did it in the language of enchantment, so no one else will know what it means. Besides you and Sap of course. Anyways, come sit."

(Y/N) pulled a chair from the side of them, motioning for Eret to sit down. Their eyes still focused on the armour, working on engraving their initals.

"We have a lot to talk about."

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"So you betrayed Lmanburg because you knew they couldn't win? Smart choice."

"And you betrayed Lmanburg so you could run away with the 'man-child' you met over the wall?"

(Y/N) deadpanned.

"Kidding."

They sighed, placing down the sword they were sharpening onto the anvil. Eyes focusing on the shine of the dark purple netherite that covered the once diamond sword.

"I left because I was tired of Wilbur not appreciating me enough. I was sick of watching Fundy receive all his love, leaving me in the dust. Because of that, I never got along with him."

The king stared at (Y/N)'s expression as it turned solemn.

Clearing her throat, Eret spoke once more, breaking the silence.

"Did you know that Fundy never hated you?"

This caught (Y/N) by surprise.

"What do you mean?"

They looked at (Y/N) through his glasses, a sincere look on his face. A tuft of hair came astray from her crown as they began to speak.

"Fundy always came to me whenever he needed to rant about something. Most of the time, he talked to me about how much he admired you, and he wanted to be just like you."

(Y/N) was shocked, unaware of her half-brother's feelings.

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Fundy had always admired (Y/N), his older sibling. Even if they didn't feel the same way about him.

The way they were able to handle anyone's sword or armour, skillfully repairing or enchanting the metal like it was nothing.

It was amazing.

But with (Y/N) still missing, the armour quality of Lmanburg had gone down.

Fundy had tried his best to follow in their footsteps, taking over the place of blacksmith for now.

He swiftly wiped the rag over his fathers' sword, polishing the metal.

He didn't fully know what he was doing, but he had seen (Y/N) do this with other tools multiple times.

Even though Fundy had taken full notice of the disgusted or upset glances his half-sibling would throw at him, he knew it wasn't his fault.

Ever since he had met (Y/N), he was fully aware of how Wilbur had ignored them, choosing him over (Y/N).

He couldn't even begin to imagine how upsetting that must've been. To have your father come back, give you a new home, only to then ignore and dismiss you for the rest of your life.

He then remembered Eret, the traitor of Lmanburg.

Fundy used to go to Eret and rant about how much he wanted to be like his older sibling. He was upset at how they didn't like him, but he understood why they did.

It was because of their father and his blatant favouritism towards him.

Speaking of Wilbur, he hadn't mentioned anything about (Y/N), not even saying anything about them missing.

Squinting his eyes at the thought, Fundy continued to polish the sword, concern for his sibling's whereabouts growing.

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The sun peered over the skyline, shining down onto the SMP.

Standing in the middle of a hole in the wall of Lmanburg was the Dream Team. George pushed his clout goggles further up his nose, feeling them slip. Dream adjusted his mask, smiling behind it.

Sapnap pulled the knot on his bandana tighter, glancing back behind him in the direction of where his partner was currently hiding.

The expertly crafted netherite armour-clad trio yelled out, calling for the rebellion to come out and face them.

(Y/N) had just crafted them completely new armour, fully equipping them with protection IV. (Of course, they also engraved their initials into Sapnap's again, but that's for another time.)

As the members of Lmanburg filed out towards them, angrily staring at the trio.

Dream reached into his inventory, pulling out a single block of TNT and placing it onto the ground. The rebellion looked at him in disbelief. Just a single piece of TNT?

"If you do not surrender and put up a white flag right now, I'm going to light this piece of TNT."

Tommy squinted his eyes at Dream. Something seemed weird.

Wilbur stepped forward. "Oh, go ahead, light it. We're not surrendering, green boy. What's one piece of TNT going to do anyway?"

Tommy suddenly gasped. Stammering, he shakily pointed his index finger at Dream, alarmed.

"You fucker! That's (Y/N)'s craftsmanship! How the fuck- Why the fuck does your armour look like their work?"

He was pissed now, shouting random insults and accusations at the trio, questioning why they had armour reflecting (Y/N)'s.

"Oh you green bastard. I bet you and your little fucking clown gang kidnapped (Y/N) after they didn't come to our war meeting that one night, didn't you? You took advantage of them being alone, didn't you, you son of a bitch!?"

Tommy waved his arms around angrily, lost in his own ramble of concern and frustration, scared for his blacksmith friend. Taking a deep breath, he continued to yell.

"You better fucking give them back, you assholes!! (Y/N) doesn't belong with you, they belong in Lmanburg, with us! Give them back now or I'll-"

"Tommy."

Sapnap interrupted him, amused by the show the blonde has just put on. Seeing he now had all eyes on him, Sapnap began to taunt the boy, fully aware of what truly happened to their beloved blacksmith.

"Tommy, do you remember the night before (Y/N) went missing?"

Confused, the blonde-haired firecracker narrowed his eyes at the man with the bandana, remembering it was the night that Tommy had asked (Y/N) to patrol alone.

"Why the fuck do you want to know about that?" He hissed back, still glaring at the trio, arms crossed.

"I don't want to know anything. I just wanted to thank you."

Tommy angrily closed his eyes, mouth turning into a scowl, knowing he was about to be ratted out.

"If you didn't ask (Y/N) to do patrol alone, then I wouldn't have been able to save them from you and your wretched nation."

Wilbur stood to the side, eyes narrowed. Tubbo and Fundy's eyes widened, shocked that this was the first time they were hearing about this. Tommy winced as Tubbo spoke out, confused.

"Tommy what? I thought you said you had gotten Fundy to cover for you that night?"

"What? Me? No, no, Tommy didn't ask me anything that night."

The blonde ignored them, continuing to focus on Sapnap, still glaring at the raven-haired male.

"What the fuck are you talking about? 'Saving them?' Why the fuck would (Y/N) need saving?!"

He once again angrily went off on another rant, slowly getting closer to the Dream Team.

"They were happy here!! We made sure of it!! I'll fucking kill you for even saying something like that, Sapnap, you bastard-"

He stepped closer, a mere few feet away from the singular block of TNT.

Sapnap glared at Tommy, opening his mouth, preparing to speak out at the idea of (Y/N) being happy.

But someone beat him to it.

"I was never happy here."

It was silent, but everyone could hear the mumbled words from behind the wall.

Sapnap quickly turned around, walking behind the wall. As he silently talked with (Y/N) behind the wall, confirming that they were okay with coming out, Lmanburg stood in shock.

The raven-haired man came back from around the corner of the wall, with a familiar blacksmith holding onto his arm, slowly walking beside him, coming to a stop when he did.

They were there. Alive.

Lmanburg stared in shock and disbelief at (Y/N). They looked as the blacksmith hesitantly looked up at them, gripping onto Sapnap's arm tighter. Gathering their thoughts, (Y/N) spoke up.

"I was never happy here. But I could never hate my friends from Lmanburg."

They gulped, swallowing the growing lump in their throat.

"I admit... I did hate my brother at one point."

Fundy whimpered, looking away from (Y/N).

"But I realised that it was never his fault that our father liked him more than he liked me."

They suddenly smiled, looking straight at Fundy, grip on their boyfriend's arm loosening a bit.

"Maybe one day Fundy. Maybe one day I'll teach you how to be a blacksmith. Just... today's not that day."

The fox hybrid looked back towards his sibling, smiling at them.

"I could never hate Tommy or Tubbo. I missed you guys. I'm sorry I left you, but it was for the better."

The two best friends smiled sadly, understanding where (Y/N) was coming from.

It was a bittersweet reunion.

But the three youngest soldiers of Lmanburg were glad that they had finally got some closure on why their friend had left.

Wilbur, on the other hand, snapped out of his shock and stood firmly.

He was pissed.

"(Y/N)? Get the fuck back here. Why the fuck are you with them?! You're with us, (Y/N)!!"

(Y/N)'s gaze moved to stare at the floor, facial expression unreadable.

Wilbur continued to yell at his eldest child, pissed off.

"I'm your father, (Y/N). Get. The. Fuck. Here. NOW."

(Y/N) sharply looked up, their eyes narrowed into a glare full of disgust. They snarled at the man they once called dad, emotions running wild.

He had no right. No right to call himself their father. Not after what he had done to them during their time at Lmanburg.

Their eye twitched, anger growing hotter by the minute.

The flames of thier anger fueled by the memories of Wilbur changing throughout the years. Leaving them with their grandfather. Not coming back until five years later, only needing them for his stupid little rebellion.

The fire grew, the slick flames of hatred consuming (Y/N).

"NO! FUCK YOU!"

(Y/N) gritted their teeth, anger blazing in their eyes as they glared at Wilbur. They let go of Sapnap's arm, angrily stepping closer to Wilbur.

"YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING CALL YOURSELF MY FATHER AFTER ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU ASSHOLE!"

Wilbur stepped back, eyes wide.

"YOU LEFT ME FOR YEARS. YEARS! THEN YOU ONLY CAME BACK BECAUSE YOU NEEDED MORE SOLDIERS FOR YOUR STUPID. FUCKING. REBELLION?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?"

Tommy looked at (Y/N)'s raging form, shaking with anger.

"THEN, YOU FUCKING IGNORED ME THE WHOLE TIME I WAS HERE! DO YOU REMEMBER FUNDY'S IDEA OF PATROL? YEAH, I HAD THE SAME IDEA, ASSHOLE! BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME, BECAUSE YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT ME!"

Fundy's eyes widened at his older sibling's declaration. His vision glossing over as tears built up in his eyes.

"I WATCHED YOU GIVE ALL YOUR LOVE TO EVERYONE BUT ME! YOUR ELDEST CHILD! Do you know how much that fucking hurt?"

(Y/N) broke down, voice cracking and breaking as they spoke. Their breathing quickened as they continued to scream at the man they once called their father, voice quieting and breaking down more as all the emotions of their trauma hit them at once.

"All I wanted was your approval. But even that was too much for you."

Wilbur stood still, still in shock at (Y/N)'s outburst.

Had he? Done that?

(Y/N) stepped back, rushing back towards Sapnap's side. They reached into his pocket, pulling out a flint and steel. Then, they moved back to stand in front of the TNT.

The leader of the Lmanburg rebellion eye's widened once more at the next sentence (Y/N) spoke. He felt tears start to build upon his lower lashline, the guilt of his actions hitting him all at once.

The traumatised teen flicked the flint against the steel, sending the spark towards the TNT.

"You're dead to me, Wilbur Soot."

Then, in the chaos and ruckus of the explosion that followed, (Y/N) grabbed Sapnap's hand.

Together, they turned around, walking away from Lmanburg.

Not once did (Y/N) look back.

tagged people for this fic: @beeissdead @sapnapsbandana @itsberrydreemurstuff

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[huneekrispee]

could i request a c!sapnap with a gn!reader angst to fluff :o maybe reader was on the side of lmanburg until they met sapnap!

Hello fellow anon!

I finished writing this!

I hope you don't mind I added a few things (like reader being Wilbur's child) I thought it would help make the angst to fluff better :)

Anyways, happy reading, I hope you enjoy!! -Hunee <3

Here it is! Over the Wall

#sapnap x reader angst #sapnap x reader fluff #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #sapnap fanfic #dream team x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #sapnap x gn!reader #huneetalks

[huneekrispee]

Over the Wall

Pairing: c!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Y/N, eldest child of Wilbur Soot. After giving everything they could give for the war, it's now apparent that their father doesn't want them around. But Y/N's hopeful, staying loyal to Lmanburg and trying their best to prove themselves to their father. But after meeting a certain man with a white bandana during the war that might just change.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST to FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, cursing, injury , parental issues, blatant child favoritism, parental rejection, mentions of abandonment, spoilers for the first lmanburg war, forbidden lovers :)

Please remember that no one in Lmanburg acts like this in the actual roleplay, this is just for the fic :)

Word Count: 3,410

A/N: I am on a roll today, writing two pieces in one day :) I saw this request and couldn't wait to write it!! I love this kind of trope, it hurts but it's so sweet :) I hope you enjoy reading! Have a good day/night! Stay hydrated! I kind of got carried away with this one... -Hunee <3

The artwork in the GIF belongs to the lovely SAD-IST :))

The walls of Lmanburg stood strong. The walls that were built as a sign of independence from the Dream SMP stood tall and proud. Inside the walls was a hotdog van, and in that van, the members of Lmanburg were in turmoil.

"Wilbur! What are we going to do? That green bastard is threatening us and we damn well fucking know we should fight back-"

"Tommy. Calm."

The confident blonde boy shut his mouth, a scowl coming across his face as he crossed his arms, grumbling insults as he stared at the floor. (Y/N) silently looked at him. That was Tommy alright, always ready to jump into action, disregarding the consequences that may come about.

"We need to stop Dream from getting in. We need to raise our security. We may have built the walls, however, they're not going to be enough."

Wilbur Soot. The leader of their rebellion. Also (Y/N)'s father. Nothing too much to say about him.

"But Wilbur! What are we gonna do? There's only like... 6 of us!"

Tubbo. A precious boy. Best friends with Tommy, Tubbo was like a ball of sunshine for the whole group of Lmanburg. He was too young to be a part of this war, same with Tommy.

"Yeah! How will we defeat him?! He has like- a whole army and then it's just us."

Then there was Fundy. The firstborn of the nation. The whole reason why the walls were built. He was also Y/N's half-brother. They weren't that close, with (Y/N) being distant because of their father's blatant favoritism between his children.

"You shouldn't worry Tubbo, Fundy. Wilbur will surely think of something that can help us. If now, we'll just put our ideas together. We can beat Dream, I know it."

Eret. He was mysterious. Behind those dark glasses lay his white eyes. It was hard to read him. But (Y/N) was sure that with his ideas and smart strategies, he was a loyal and trusted ally to Lmanburg.

Recently he'd been kind of distant, but (Y/N) thought it was just something else, he was mysterious, so they didn't question it.

Clearing their throat, (Y/N) spoke up for the first time.

"I have an idea."

All eyes turned to the eldest Soot child who was leaning against the corner of the hotdog van. Wilbur sighed.

"Not now, (Y/N). Anyone else got any ideas?"

Y/N rolled their eyes. Asshole. He never listened to them, even if they were his eldest child.

After a few minutes of silence, Fundy cleared his throat, speaking up. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the table, eyes looking at the map of Lmanburg on top of it.

"Well. I say we do patrols on the walls. We can take turns. Two people will guard the walls at once."

He pointed at the south side of the walls, dragging his finger up towards the west side as he spoke. "One person will patrol from south to west." Fundy then pointed at the north side of the walls, slowly making his way down to the east side. "Then the other will patrol from north to east."

"We can make a schedule for this. Since there are six of us, while two of us patrol each night, the other four can either be preparing materials, weapons, potions, and anything else we might need. I think this is the best way to prepare for war against Dream while protecting ourselves from anyone sneaking in."

(Y/N)'s eyes moved up to look at Wilbur. He nodded in agreement, eyes full of pride and joy, happy for his son.

God, how they wished he would look at them like that.

"Well. I think we have our plan. Good job, Fundy."

If only he knew, that was the plan (Y/N) also had.

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A few days had passed since the meeting. Y/N had patrolled the first night with Tubbo, and wasn't going to patrol until tomorrow.

Right now, (Y/N) was working on sharpening the swords for everyone, aswell as fixing up the armour that got damaged during Lmanburg's last fight with the Dream SMP.

They were currently sharpening Wilbur's sword, his being the last sword to sharpen before they would move on to fixing the armour.

'This needs to be the best damn sword I sharpen. Maybe then he'll let me join the fight with the rest of them.'

(Y/N) had been trying their best to prove themselves to their father, Wilbur Soot.

After (Y/N)'s mother left them with Wilbur, running off with another man, Wilbur had taken care of (Y/N). He used to be the best father anyone could ever ask for.

Then, one day, Wilbur dropped them off at their grandfather's place. Philza was a great grandfather to (Y/N), but he often had to go on trips, leaving the then 13-year-old to fend for themselves for a little bit. He always came back though, unlike their father, who just dropped them off and left.

Then, five years later, he came back.

He came back with the promise of new land. A land called Lmanburg. Apparently, while he was gone, he had gone and had another child, a fox hybrid. He grew up differently, he grew up faster due to being half fox.

Also while he was gone, he had set up a rebellion with four others, wanting independence. Then, (Y/N) realised:

He only came back because he needed more people, not because he wanted them back.

As time went by in Lmanburg, (Y/N) noticed the difference between Wilbur's interactions with them and with Fundy. With (Y/N), he was usually tired and wanted to leave as quickly as possible. However, with Fundy, he was always ready to do anything for him, pride and joy in his eyes every time he looked at the fox.

That was when (Y/N) decided to keep trying to prove themselves.

Smiling, (Y/N) placed the dirty rag down onto their thigh, admiring the work they put into the sword in their hands.

It was perfect.

Internally cheering at their success, (Y/N) sneaked off, silently going into their father's room, placing the newly sharpened sword on his bed.

"What are you doing in here?"

Shit.

Sharply turning their head around, (Y/N) met the eyes of their father. He was furious. His eyes narrowed into a glare.

Suddenly finding the floor to be the most interesting thing in the world, (Y/N) looked down to the floor, nervously playing with her fingers.

"I- I..."

"You... what?"

(Y/N) gulped. "I just... sharpened your sword and wanted you to see it..."

"So? Why'd you give it to me? Just put it with the others."

He walked past them, (Y/N) still looking down. He shoved the sword into their hands, then moved around them to go and sit at the desk in the corner of the room. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as the sword shoved into their hands cut into their skin in multiple places.

"Now get out."

Nodding their head, they left, going to bandage their injured hands.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was now the next day. It had just hit 6pm, and Y/N was getting ready to go on nightfall patrol with Tommy.

Then, footsteps came rushing towards them, with a yell of their name breaking their focus.

"(Y/N!)"

Looking up, (Y/N) moved their eyes to Tommy's figure, the blonde out of breath from running.

"You okay Tommy?"

Suddenly, he stood up straight, smiling confidently.

"Yeah! But I just need you to do something for me!"

Of course. Everyone always wanted something from them.

"Alright." Crossing their arms, (Y/N) looked at the boy. "What is it?"

"I need you to do patrol alone tonight. Tubbo and I are going to make some more drugs- *cough* potions! Yeah! Potions! And we want it to be a surprise for Wilbur! So can you please please please please please cover for me and let me sneak off patrol tonight?"

Sighing, (Y/N) pinched the bridge of their nose. This was a terrible idea.

Fuck it.

Looking at Tommy's hopeful expression, they replied. "Y'know what? I'll do it. I'll cover for you tonight during patrol, and do it alone, then you and Tubbo can go and do whatever it is you want to do."

The blonde beamed, eagerly grabbing (Y/N)'s hand, shaking it up and down.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! You're the best (Y/N)"

(Y/N) sadly smiled, watching as the boy ran back down the hall, probably going to find Tubbo.

At least one person thought they were the best, even if he probably didn't mean it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been a few hours since patrol had started.

The sky had now been painted over with a blanket of navy blue skies, clouds nowhere in sight, the stars shone brightly, showing off their true beauty in the dead of the night.

(Y/N) sat down on the top of the South wall. The wall that was furthest from the hotdog van. Everything in Lmanburg was quiet. No lights were on, no voices, just the silence of the night.

After taking one last glance around the walls, (Y/N) fully lay back, legs dangling off the stone wall, swinging back and forward as the teenager hummed out the tune of their favourite music disc.

They were still upset at what happened yesterday. Their father's rejection, him accidentally hurting them, it sucked.

No matter what (Y/N) did, it was never good enough for him.

There, (Y/N) lay. Staring at the stars, lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, a sharp sting of pain hit their left leg as it swung in the air.

"Ow. What the fuck-"

Sitting up, (Y/N) quickly looked around, confused as to what hit them.

Then, another sharp pain. Right in the middle of their forehead.

The object that hit them fall into their lap. Grabbing the object in their hand, (Y/N) held it up to the moonlight, trying to see what it was.

It was a small pebble.

Making a noise of confusion. (Y/N) was hit with another pebble, this time on their leg again.

"Down here!"

(Y/N) swung their legs up onto the walls, moving her hands near the edge and peering down at where the voice came from.

It was a man-child.

Even in the dark, with the only source of light being the moon, (Y/N) noticed every detail about him.

He had black hair styled into a very short mullet, with black bangs framing his face. He had a white bandana wrapped around his head, contrasting with the dark colour of his hair.

The man-child wore a white short-sleeve shirt on top of a black long-sleeve. He had black pants with white stripes on the sides and was wearing black and white checked shoes.

On top of everything, he wore shining Netherite armour, with a sword at his side and an axe peeking out from the top of his back.

He was very pretty.

(Y/N) then looked at his face. He was grinning cheekily, hiding his hands, which were probably full of pebbles, behind his back, looking away as if he did nothing.

Snapping out of their trance, (Y/N) curiously looked at the male. He was probably from the Dream SMP.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man-child looked back up at (Y/N) on the wall, sheepishly dropping the pile of pebbles he had compiled onto the ground beside him.

Clearing his throat, he posed dramatically, one hand raised in the air.

"Oh, fine citizen of Lmanburg who guards the walls keeping me out! I am no one." He moved his raised hand to his chest, clutching his heart. "No one but a concerned fellow who mourns for the happiness of the attractive guardian of the walls!"

(Y/N) giggled at the show the man-child was putting on. He was certainly a man-child. But cute.

Playing along, (Y/N) replied back to him, "Oh, fine gentleman from beyond the walls, I must know the name of who is concerned about the wellbeing of me, a mere castaway of the rebellion."

It was stupid, both of them knew that, but when the young raven-haired saw the smile on their face, he knew it was worth it.

Staring at each other, from up and below, both of them burst out into a fit of giggles.

(Y/N) was the first to stop laughing. They still held an uncontrollable smile on their face, swooned by the male below the walls.

"But really? What is your name? You're from the Dream SMP, aren't you?"

The man with the bandanna smiled up at them, stepping closer to the walls. He put his hands on his hips, beaming as he spoke.

"Why yes, I am. My name is Sapnap. But don't worry, I wasn't sent by anyone."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy in disbelief. No one sent him? So he came here on his own?

"My name is (Y/N). Why are you here then?"

Sapnap's face turned soft, his smile becoming wobbly.

"Well, I saw an attractive person on the walls upset and felt like you might've needed some cheering up. I know we're on opposites sides of this war and all but..."

He scratched the back of his neck, slowly looking back up at (Y/N) on top of the walls.

"No one deserves to be upset, y'know?"

God bless this man.

(Y/N) tensed up, feeling their body heat up in embarrassment. What. The fuck? Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) calmed themselves down, looking back down at Sapnap.

"Well, I think you achieved your mission. Thanks for cheering me up, Sapnap."

He once again smiled softly at them.

They smiled back.

It was like a spark ignited between the two. Both were from opposite sides of the war that was raging on, yet they didn't care.

After a few minutes of awkward staring between the two, Sapnap spoke up.

"Sooo? Do you wanna maybe... talk some more?"

(Y/N) laughed. "Sure, I've got all night. No one's gonna be up for like a few more hours."

Sapnap awkwardly laughed, fiddling with his fingers.

"Do you think... I could come up there? Y'know it's kind of hard to hold a conversation when you're so far apart."

Moving a hand up to cover their smile, (Y/N) agreed.

"Sure. It was getting lonely anyways."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"So. Tell me about yourself."

Both teens were now sitting together on top of the walls, covered by the darkness of the night, the moonlight now far from where they were.

"Okay. My name is (Y/N) Soot. Eldest of Wilbur Soot. Um, I'm good at fixing and improving tools armour, so i'm basically the blacksmith of Lmanburg. I'm the expert of being a fuck up and I'm probably going to be disowned and kicked out soon."

I mean, it was the truth. After what happened in Wilbur's room last night, (Y/N) felt like he was on the edge of kicking them out from Lmanburg overall.

The man beside them frowned. So this was the infamous eldest of Wilbur Soot. During a previous battle, Tommy accidentally mentioned them and how 'badass (Y/N) had sharpened his sword'.

He saw how good the sword looked, too bad Tommy couldn't really swing it fully yet.

"Your go."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sapnap began to talk.

"Well. Y'know my name is Sapnap. I'm a longtime friend of Dream's. I'm an expert in burning things and I like making sure the gorgeous guardian of the walls is feeling their best." He winked as he said the last line, watching the eldest Soot child giggle at this action.

Both began to talk more, rambling about the most random things they could talk about.

(Y/N) didn't know why, but for some reason, they felt more comfortable with Sapnap than anyone else in their life. They had just met an hour ago, yet (Y/N) felt like they had known Sapnap their whole life.

Feeling a burst of boldness, (Y/N) turned to Sapnap suddenly.

"Hey. Um. I know this is kind of weird, and you can say no, but... can I... hold your hand?"

Observing (Y/N)'s nervous expression, the raven-haired male smiled softly, shifting his hand over to intertwine his fingers with (Y/N)'s.

"Does that answer your question?"

They nodded, their lips turning upwards at the sight of their intertwined hands.

"Can I... tell you about my dad?"

"You can tell me anything you want. I'm gonna listen."

Feeling butterflies in their stomach, (Y/N) gripped onto Sapnap's hand tighter, moving their body to lie down, gesturing to Sapnap to do the same.

He did, moving to lay down next to (Y/N).

He turned his head to stare at their face. Their eyes reflected the starry sky.

"Basically, long story short. My mom left me with my dad for some other geezer when I was born. He was a great father then. He always helped me when I needed it and made me feel very happy. Then, one day, when I was thirteen, he dropped me off at my grandfather's house. He said he'd come back quickly, but I guess five years isn't 'quickly'."

"My grandfather is great, he was awesome. He had to leave for trips a lot, but he always came back to me, he brought me souvenirs and stuff. I loved being around him. But I still missed my dad, y'know?"

"For a long time, I thought he didn't want me. So he left me. But then he came back. Maybe a year ago? He brought me to Lmanburg. Then I learned he had another child, Fundy. Then my suspicions were confirmed. Yes, he didn't want me. He only came to get me because he needed more people for Lmanburg."

(Y/N) sighed.

"It hurt. It hurt watching him praise Fundy and love him with all he could, while all he did was ignore me and put me up to do chores and work. Hell, I bet he's shown more love to Tommy and Tubbo than he has shown to me in the past year."

(Y/N) felt their eyes swell up with tears, the salty water flowing down the side of their cheeks.

"It just sucks, because I've done everything to try and get his approval. I learned how to become a blacksmith, just to help him. B-But-"

They choked on their sobs, suddenly sitting up.

Sapnap sat up right away, moving to comfort (Y/N).

He wrapped his long arms around them, pulling them into his chest, his hand caressing the back of their head as they cried, overwhelmed by the realisation that their father will probably never want them.

"It's okay. You don't need to say anything else. Just sit here with me, okay?"

A soft, hesitant "Okay." came from them.

The two sat in silence.

Gathering his thoughts, Sapnap spoke up.

"Y'know. Fuck your dad. He's an asshole."

He moved his head on top of (Y/N)'s, leaning his chin into it.

"If you're not going to be appreciated for the amazing work you do for him, then he doesn't deserve you. I saw Tommy's sword one time, and I'll tell you, the craftmanship on that was top notch. Kind of felt jealous of him, to be honest."

(Y/N) giggled. Sapnap's lip's turned upwards. Good, it was working.

"Even if I just met you hours ago, I feel like I've known you for all my life. So, I'm glad you were comfortable enough to tell me about your dad. I'm going to be frank, I don't think he, or anyone in Lmanburg, deserve you. And I think you think the same."

"What are you saying, Sap?"

"Sap? I like that. Anyways, what I'm saying is: 1. Your dad's an asshole who doesn't deserve you. 2. You probably already know that and 3..."

He stopped talking, hesitantly looking down at (Y/N).

"What's 3?"

"3. I think you're on the wrong side."

(Y/N) couldn't even gasp. They knew he was right. Lmanburg was where (Y/N) was staying, but it didn't feel like home.

"Y'know. I think you'll enjoy the Dream SMP more. We need a decent blacksmith and all of us are pretty... chill. Plus, I kind of want you there..."

"What was the last bit?"

"Nothing!"

(Y/N) smiled. What a dork, they heard what he said, but his reaction was cute nonetheless.

"Sapnap."

He turned to look them in their eyes, awaiting their answer.

"Yeah?"

"I'll join the Dream SMP."

Now it was his turn to smile.

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[huneekrispee]

Hi! I’m not exactly sure if our requests are open and if they aren’t you can ignore this :D! Anywayyyy, I had this idea come to me I was thinking maybe cc!sapnap and reader just having a wholesome cuddle moment, like maybe cc!sapnap just got done streaming and just wants to spend some time with reader! (Also I apologize if I got the cc stuff wrong this is the second time I’ve done this, and I may or may not be having trouble :D)

Hello!

I'm so sorry I received this request so late! :(

But I finished the piece!

Here it is! "You're kinda cute, y'know?"

I hope it's like what you wanted :)

Thank you and have an awesome day/night!

-Hunee <3

#sapnap x reader fluff #sapnap x reader #mcyt x reader #dream team x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #sapnap fanfic #sapnap imagine #huneetalks

[huneekrispee]

"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

Pairing: cc!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Sapnap's finally done streaming, and all he wants to do is spend time with his baby :]

Warnings: cursing, fluff.

Word Count: 570

A/N: Wow I'm back! Again! Sorry, i'm back to doing online school again and it's really been kicking my ass recently :/ but I'm better now! I feel more motivated and ready to write more! Good morning/afternoon/night! I hope you enjoy reading! Stay hydrated! -Hunee <3

Staring back at the chat in front of him, Sapnap rubbed his eyes. It was going fast like always, due to him being a popular streamer and all. The male raised his arms above his head, stretching them out.

His gaze moved over to the digital clock on one of his monitors. 3:26am. 'Ah fuck.' Closing his eyes, Sapnap let out a groan. He had promised (Y/N) that he would finish up before 2:30, yet managed to go on for an hour more.

Unmuting his mic, Sapnap quickly moved his character in Minecraft into third person, crouching and punching the air.

"Alright guys, I think I'm gonna stop here. It's really late and I feel like I'm gonna pass out soon." The chat quickly filled with 'Okay!', 'Get lots of rest!', 'We love you!', 'Sleep well Sapitus Napitus!' along with a stream of heart emotes.

"Bye chat, see you all soon." His mouse hovered over the 'end stream' button and he quickly clicked it. His twitch setup closed, and Sapnap moved to shut down his computer for the night.

It was time to go to (Y/N).

After his bright monitor turned black from being shut down, Sapnap quickly moved off his chair, going out of his streaming room and into his shared bedroom with his partner.

Quietly closing the door behind him, the young streamer turned around. He softly smiled at the sight in front of him.

There they were. Sleeping on top of the bedsheets, wearing his sweatshirt that they stole earlier because they 'liked how it smelt'. Their phone lay loosely in their hand, indicating that they must have fallen asleep waiting for him to finish his stream.

'What a cutie.'

Sapnap quietly moved towards the bed, softly sitting on it, trying not to disturb his partner.

"Sap? Is that you?'

Mission failed.

(Y/N) stirred, sweater paws coming up to rub the sleep from their eyes. Blinking their eyes open to fully adjust to the low light of the room, they moved to look over at Sapnap, who was laying next to them.

"Yeah. It's me. Sorry for breaking my promise. I went a bit later than I planned on streaming."

His hand moved over to brush a few stray hairs that fell in front of their face. His partner curled into him, burying their head in his chest.

"That's okay."

(Y/N) suddenly sat up, bringing Sapnap with them. They leaned forward, face close with his.

"But now that you're here, we can finally watch that movie we planned on watching earlier!"

Sapnap smiled as he watched his partner frantically move to turn on the TV to put on the movie. They were excitedly rambling about the people in the movie, happy to finally watch it.

After putting on the movie, (Y/N) moved back towards their boyfriend, wrapping their arms around him as they moved their head to watch the movie.

Sapnap quickly reciprocated the action, moving one hand to the back of (Y/N)'s head, softy pushing their head against him, moving them more close to him.

He observed his partner's face, watching as their eyes had stars in them as they continued to watch the movie.

He chuckled, making (Y/N) look up at him.

"What's so funny, Sappy Nap?"

Sapnap moved one of his hands up to Y/N's face, booping their nose lightly.

"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

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[huneekrispee]

Taking Requests! ☆.｡.:*

Hello! (⌒‿⌒) <3 I'm Hunee!

I have decided to start taking requests for this blog! Please be mindful of the rules when sending in a request!

RULES .｡*ﾟ+.☆*.｡　

NO NSFW! Sorry, I'm not a minor, but I'm an asexual, so I'm uncomfortable writing NSFW work :) BUT I will write fluff, angst, and a few other things!

NO ROMANTIC WRITING FOR THE MINORS! I don't feel comfortable writing about them in that way, my apologies :) It will be all platonic for them aswell as a few others.

PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR PRONOUNS AND THE CONTENT YOU WANT ME TO WRITE IN YOUR REQUEST!

If you don't include your pronouns in the request, I will just make it gender neutral :) Also, include who you want the fic to be about and if it's platonic or romantic. Also include anything extra you want, for example, if you want to base it off a song or something.

REQUESTING .｡*ﾟ+.☆*.｡　

Before you send in a request, please check who I will write for:

CC! and C! (Both Content Creator and DSMP Character)

Dreamwastaken Sapnap Georgenotfound Awesamdude Punz Wilbur Soot Foolish Gamers Karl Jacobs Fundy (Platonic) Jack Manifold (Platonic) Tommyinnit (Platonic) Tubbo (Platonic) Ranboo (Platonic)

C! (DSMP Character Only)

Technoblade Philza (Platonic) Quackity DreamXD

Thank you! (⌒‿⌒) Don't be afraid to send in a request!

-Hunee <3

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[huneekrispee]

I don’t know if you take requests at all or if they are even open, but could I please request a sequel to “Where is my lover?” Like the reader after months of not seeing Dream goes to the prison to see him or something around those lines? Thanks!

Hello!

I saw your ask earlier and decided to write the sequel!

I hope you like it, I just posted it now :)

(also thank you to the other anon who asked for part 2!)

-Hunee <3

Link to the sequel: "I miss my lover"

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[huneekrispee]

I miss my lover.

Sequel to "Where is my lover?"

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: After finding out that Dream was killed by Tommy, you learn from Sapnap that Dream has been put in Pandora's Vault, sentenced to life. With a gift in hand, you venture into the prison, hoping to see your lover once again.

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, mentions of death, angst, fluff because I feel bad making you sad with the last one :(

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support on "Where is my lover?" :) I am really glad you all liked it!! I got a message asking for a sequel to it, so here it is! To be honest, "Where is my lover?" was the first piece of writing I've written in months, so I'm happy it turned out the way it did! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day! -Hunee <3

This one is based on 'Mr. Loverman' by Ricky Montgomery. I thought it fit the theme really well.

I'm headed straight for the floor

The alcohol served its tour

And it's headed straight for my skin

Leaving me daft and dim

It had been five months. Five months since he said farewell, promising to come back.

It had been two months since (Y/N) had heard the noise of their communicator, indicating either a message or a death notice.

(Y/N) remembers sitting up in panic from the sudden notification, hoping that it was a message from Dream, someone they hadn't seen or heard from months prior. Their hands had hastily grabbed the device, shakily opening the communicator.

"Dream was slain by Tommyinnit."

The rest was a blur to (Y/N). All of their surroundings suddenly mushed together, breaths quickening, vision blurring.

He was dead.

The shock of it was too much. The memory of that time was hazy, and (Y/N) would rather forget it than try to recall it and organize it.

(Y/N) didn't know how many lives dream had. Every time they'd ask, he'd manage to change the topic or convince them that he would be okay regardless, efficiently making his partners' concerns disappear.

Slumping over their knees, (Y/N) slid down to the floor, back against the wall. A sigh resonated throughout the cold room, the cottage no longer feeling as lively as it did before. Eyes trailed over to the green hoodie hanging over the chair near the kitchen counter.

A sob escapes (Y/N)'s mouth. The lump in their throat becoming too much to handle. They had tried so hard to at least be able to think of him without getting upset, but that proved to be a difficult task.

Looking up at the ceiling, they rested their head against the wall. Their soft cries echoed in the seemingly empty room, despite being surrounded by so much.

For all they knew, he could be gone forever.

I've got this shake in my legs

Shaking the thoughts from my head

But who put these waves in the door?

I crack and out I pour

Outside of the cottage near a stream in the forest, with a shaky breath, a man with black hair and a bandana tied around his head glanced down at the object in his hand.

After Tommy took two of Dream's lives, Dream was sentenced to life in prison at Pandora's Vault, the most secure prison on the server. Before he was escorted out, Dream had managed to slide Sapnap something. Before Sapnap could lash out at him, Dream said to him:

"Go see them. Tell them I'm sorry."

It was a compass, with a small label etched onto the side.

'(Y/N)'

Then, he was gone. The others celebrated and rejoiced, Dream was finally going to prison, atoning for all his sins.

Sapnap was conflicted.

On one hand, it was definitely the right thing to do for everyone. Locking away the man who wanted to have full power over his SMP, not caring about the people he hurt in the process.

On the other hand, Dream was one of his best friends. They wouldn't be able to do the things they used to do together anymore. No more manhunt with Dream, no more adventures and journies as 'The Dream Team'.

Sapnap remembers walking over to where Dream had first been killed. Two pieces of thin porcelain lay on the floor.

His mask.

He picked it up, storing it away.

Snapping out of his flashback, Sapnap Looked down at the compass Dream had given to him. This was it. (Y/N)'s house. It was a simple cottage in a forest. With a nearby stream and a farm beside the house.

So this was where they had been for the last couple of years.

When Dream first started the SMP, he had told Sapnap and George that (Y/N) would be coming later, that they needed to sort out a few other things before fully moving to the SMP.

'Later' never came.

Every time Sapnap would ask about (Y/N), the masked man would always say something like 'I haven't seen them in a while' or he would completely change the subject and move on as if Sapnap had never asked.

"So that was a fucking lie."

Sighing, Sapnap moved towards the door of the cottage. He raised his hand, curling it into a fist before knocking on the door.

"Hey, (Y/N)? Are you here? It's me. It's... Sapnap."

Opening the door, (Y/N) stared at the man in shock. It was him. One of their best friends they hadn't seen in years.

"Sapnap?"

They took in the sight of him. His hair was longer, still held together with the white bandana tied around his head. He seemed to wear the same kind of clothes he used to wear when he was younger, only they were baggier. Netherite armour was scattered on his body, with a gleaming axe on his back.

He stared in shock, eyes wide. They were alive.

(Y/N) suddenly burst into tears, starting the flow of waterworks they had managed to stop before he came. They stumbled into Sapnap, the man quickly wrapping his arms around them, holding them as they sobbed.

"I- Holy shit. You're alive."

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover

After inviting Sapnap into their cottage, (Y/N) sat him down on the sofa. "Would you like a drink? I think we need to talk." They gulped. "About... everything." (Y/N) wiped away the last of their tears, sniffling.

"Just water is okay. You're right. We do need to talk."

Walking to the kitchen, (Y/N) reached up into the cupboards above and pulled out two glasses. They turned on the tap and filled them with water. With both glasses in their hands, (Y/N) walked back to where Sapnap was sitting, taking a seat on a chair opposite him.

They placed the glasses of water onto the coffee table, taking a deep breath.

"So... what happened? Have you been just here for the past couple of years? We all thought you had run off and didn't want to be a part of the SMP. Dream didn't really tell us anything either.

They looked down at the floor, somewhat ashamed.

"The plan was for me to move to the SMP after a month or so, however, Dream told me that he was having complications there and that it wasn't safe for me to go there just yet. Something about a war? A rebellion he needed to flush out before it overruled him and corrupted his ownership? He said it was best for me to live here. It was just like we planned to do together in the SMP. We wanted a cottage near a stream, with a forest nearby. Since I couldn't live in the SMP, we built one together here, for now."

Sapnap's breath hitched. It was partially true. Soon after the SMP had begun, the war between L'manburg and the Dream SMP happened. I suppose Dream wouldn't have wanted them near any of the fighting.

(Y/N) looked back up at Sapnap, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"Regarding Dream's death message... I never knew how many lives he had. Is... is he alive?"

Sapnap's eyes widened for a split second before he sadly looked to the side, averting their gaze.

"(Y/N)... Dream is alive."

A gasp.

Sapnap took a deep breath. Taking his hands out of theirs, he shakily reached into his inventory. Exhaling, he took the two pieces of porcelain that made up Dream's mask and put them (Y/N)'s hands.

"Dream, he... he's in prison, (Y/N)."

The ways in which you talk to me

Have me wishin' I were gone

The ways that you say my name

Have me runnin' on and on

"Sit up. Here's your food for the day. Break the clock again and it'll be even less next time."

The Warden.

Dream slowly sat up, looking at the bunch of raw potatoes he gets daily. They looked unappetizing as always.

'I miss (Y/N)'s food.'

The platform pulled away once again, the lava slowly dripping down from the mechanics in the ceiling. It was so boring here. He was so lonely. The obsidian walls he had instructed Sam to build so that he could keep someone in them were now the walls that kept him in.

Looking down at the book and quill near his side, he sighs. It had been two months since he had been put in prison. Five months without seeing (Y/N).

He wished he could say sorry. Sorry that he didn't write a message or say he was okay. Now he can't do that. He can't say anything to them because he'll never see them again at this rate.

Sapnap hates him, George probably hates him too. He knows everyone else on the server most definitely despises him. Would Sapnap have even gone to see them? He hoped.

All he wanted to do was apologize to them, say how sorry he was that he broke his promise about coming back. God, he can't imagine how hurt they must've been, waiting for him to come home.

He's glad he left one of his hoodies there. 'Hopefully, it at least gave them a little bit of comfort.' Dream let out a sad laugh. 'I'll never know if it did.'

Leaning against the cold obsidian walls, abandoning the pile of raw potatoes, Dream picked up the book and the quill lying on top. He opened it to the first page, grabbing the quill in his scarred hands.

'(Y/N), my beloved, I don't know how to start this, but I want to say I'm sorry-'

'No. That's stupid.' He sighed. Grabbing the top of the page and ripping it off in one go. 'They deserve better than that.'

Gathering his thoughts, he starts writing again.

Oh, I'm cramping up

I'm cramping up

But you're cracking up

You're cracking up

Sapnap had left after a few hours of being at the cottage. He informed them about all the things Dream had done to people in the SMP, especially things he did to a boy called Tommy.

(Y/N) couldn't believe it. Clay couldn't have done all those bad things, right? He was so different around them. He was such a kind and caring partner to them, but he was a heartless and manipulative green bastard to everyone else in his SMP?

It was hard to believe.

Deciding not to think about it too much, (Y/N)

Grabbing the split pieces of Dream's porcelain mask, they prepare themselves.

(Y/N) was going to fix it. They would fix the mask first.

Then they were going to see him.

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover

Whispers echoed through the streets of the Dream SMP.

"Who's that?" "Are they a merchant or a traveler?" "I don't know, I've never seen them before."

(Y/N) tightened their grip on the bag on their shoulder, looking around for anyone they knew. Maybe Sapnap was around-

"Mx (Y/N)?"

Whipping their head around, standing before them was a tall, creeper hybrid man with a gas mask and a trident. 'He looks scary.' They gulped.

"That's me." His stern gaze didn't waver.

"Come with me. I'll take you to see him."

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Upon this linoleum ground (Mr. Loverman)

I'm reeling in my brain again

Before it can get back to you (Mr. Loverman)

Oh what am I supposed to do without you?

He stares at the burning orange lava with hooded eyes. 'Maybe I should throw the clock into it again.' He shut his eyes and slowly leaned back against the wall. 'Hey may yell at me for it and cut the amount of food I get in half but who cares at this point?'

Reaching for the clock, Dream prepares himself to throw the clock into the lava.

He swings his arm back, ready to let go and fling the clock-

Hiss.

The lava slowly dissipates, showing a clear view of the Warden and another figure on the other side.

He sits there in shock. His hand that was held up in the air holding the clock drops, letting go of the clock.

The gold time mechanism bounces once, stumbles, and rolls along the floor with a scraping sound.

Green eyes stare in shock at the sight before him.

Their eyes stare back.

Standing across, only a platform away from him is (Y/N).

His lover.

Dream stumbles on his feet trying to stand up, vision focused on (Y/N). His hand grips the wall for support, trying to take in the sight before him, to see if it was actually real.

'Am I... going crazy? It's just a hallucination, isn't it? They're not actually here, they can't be-'

The sound of the Warden's voice snaps him out of his shock. "You're good to go. Just stand over there. You need to move with the platform. I've checked your items, you are allowed to take in the bag with the mask. I have kept all your other items with me. Thank you, now get on the platform and get ready."

(Y/N) nods, standing on the platform. It starts to move. Walking with the platform, they tightly grip onto the bag in their hand, looking at the ground to watch the platform so that they don't fall into the pit of lava beneath them.

The platform stops.

The barrier is let down.

Both lovers stand there, staring at each other.

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man (I miss my lover)

I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh)

Oh, and I miss my lover (Mr. Loverman)

(Y/N) makes the first move, gently placing the bag on the ground next to them before running over to Dream.

"Clay!"

They jump onto him, wrapping their legs around his waist and their arms around the back of his neck. Dream quickly reacted, catching his partner.

He stumbled back onto the obsidian wall, sliding down it to land softly on the floor, holding onto his partner for dear life.

They were real. He wasn't just dreaming.

(Y/N) leans their head into his neck, leaning more into him. He was here. He was alive. He was right here in their arms. Sniffling into him, (Y/N) starts to cry.

"I thought you were dead." Dream's eye's widened. "You worried me so much, you idiot!"

(Y/N) pulls their head out of his neck, face to face with him.

Dream takes in the sight of their face. Bringing his shaky, calloused hand up to cup their left cheek. His thumb gently ran across underneath their eye, wiping away the tears that continued to roll down their cheeks.

Sobbing softly, they put their hand on top of his one, moving their head to the side to kiss the palm of his hand.

The corners of Dream's lips turned upwards, smiling softly at his partner.

"I missed you too, (Y/N), my love."

(Y/N) sniffed more, shoving their head down into Dream's chest, hands curling onto the fabric of his jacket. They noticed the hoodie he was wearing was dirty, covered in spots of dry blood and dirt. They made a note to ask the Warden to make sure it at least gets washed. They wanted Dream to at least feel some sort of care in the prison.

Dream brought one hand up to (Y/N)'s head, caressing the back of it, bringing them closer to him. He lowered his head down onto the top of their head, taking in their scent.

It had been too long. Too long since he'd seen them.

It was hell down here in the prison, alone.

This was the last slice of heaven he'd get in a while. I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh)

And I miss my lover, man

Pulling apart, (Y/N) cupped Dream's face with both of their hands. They placed a kiss on his nose. "I was really worried about you."

They placed another kiss on Dream's right cheek. "When you didn't send me a message in the first week I was confused."

Another on his left cheek. "Then when a month passed I was scared. I thought something had happened at first, but I knew you were strong so I had faith in you."

A kiss on his forehead. "Three months passed, and I was sad. I remember crying myself to sleep wearing your hoodie that day it happened."

Dream looked into their eyes, showing nothing but guilt in his eyes. He truly did feel bad for making them worry.

"Then I heard it. The communicator."

They both closed their eyes.

"I thought you were gone forever."

A kiss on his lips.

"Then Sapnap came, two months later, saying you were alive."

Dream opened his eyes, tracing his fingers along (Y/N)'s features, their eyes still closed.

They opened them to look at him, bringing themself off him. Dream's eyes trailed them, looking at what they were doing. (Y/N) walked towards the bad they had left on the ground.

Picking it up, they went back over to Dream, sitting directly opposite him.

He followed their movements with curious eyes, wondering what was in the bag. Sam never let anyone bring anything in, why is this different?

"I fixed your mask for you."

He gasped, staring at the porcelain mask that was once broken into two, the smiley face staring back at him.

(Y/N) smiled at his reaction. "Sapnap also gave me the mask when he came to visit me. I took it. I decided to fix it before I'd come to visit you."

Dream was tearing up. His head shot up to look at his partner. He wiped his eyes and put the mask carefully back onto the bag on the ground.

They were smiling. God, he missed that smile.

He pulled them into a tight hug, slumping against the wall again, bringing them both together. (Y/N) hugged him back, smiling into his chest.

"I love you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I broke my promise of coming back. I love you, I love you."

(Y/N) pulled away, held his face, and smiled at him.

"I love you too. I know I promised you I would wait for you, but it looks like this time, you'll need to be the one to wait for me."

Dream was shaking, he leaned forward, kissing (Y/N) before quickly hiding his face in their neck.

"I wouldn't mind waiting a whole lifetime for you." He shyly mumbled into their neck. "I'd do anything for you, just to see you." He closed his eyes 'And your smile' he thought.

(Y/N) put their head on top of Dream's, smiling into his hair.

"I promise. I'll always come back here to visit you, Clay. I don't care if the journey is long, I'll always come back to see you. So promise me, you'll wait for me, yeah?"

He looked up at them, staring at their smiling face.

"I promise. I'll always wait for you."

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover.

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Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

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