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Techno breaks Dream out of prison. But what even Dream barely remembers is that prison was much more grotesque than he thought it was.
Awesamdude and Quackity stress out about how to get their runaway toy back, without alerting the entire server of the abuse that was going on inside those walls. All while Tommy fears the very monster he still has in memory.
A slow-burn DNB fic, very centric on characterization and gruesome sexuality.
Chapter 1: grasping at the little I control.
Chapter 2: that meant good, that meant right.
Chapter 3: the kindest thing is to never leave you alone.
Chapter 4: trust me, just like I trust you.
Chapter 5: one foot in front of the other.
a c!dnb fic ! heavily wip. extremely graphic, please read the tags.
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cdnb prompt: after his first encounter with ctechno, cdream uses high heels shoes bc doesn't want to look so short next to him and in the middle of doomsday ctechno finds out about this
OK. Let me see if I still got it.
He doesn't notice, at first. There's too much more things going on in his life to even begin to think about it.
Dream's sudden growing sprout is one of those things that he misses in the middle of everything, but still takes notes, waiting for the second he can finally go hibernate and think about it. In fact, he was waiting for that little retrive to capture everything about Dream and just shove it in a box and stop having to take note of everything that Dream does.
He is not repressed, chat. Shut up.
He doesn't notice, and he plans on not noticing, until Dream's little grubby, greedy, slender and surprisingly well cared for hands--until Dream gets him involved like the meddlesome man he is. Suddenly they were walking towards L'manberg's demise as Dream has wanted since basically forever, and Techno realizes --only the slightless bit regretfully-- that he played right into his hand. With horror, he finds himself anything but angry at being so easily led to a solution that benefits Dream and only Dream; rather, he thinks it's a little endearing, and that cannot be possible.
He tried to remind himself about how terrible Dream is as they walk, but the man is anything but subtle, there's a pep to his step--hes practically walking without his soles touching the ground from how excited he is, and he's talking Techno's ear off about how he plans to build the platform for the bombs, and he can hear his shit-eating grin as he discusses how little of L'manberg there will be left.
He's only a pig, after all. So he takes note of all of it, and tries his best to ignore it. He ignores, too, the way they're basically the same size, towering over Philza who's actually doing his job at scouting the terrain so they're undetected at dawn. He pretends he just trusts Philza's judgement, and not that he's terribly charmed by the other man.
This wasn't always the case. Once upon a time, Dream was at least a foot shorter, and more irritating than lovely, and he didn't talk about destruction. There was a hesitancy that Techno recognized as human. He had overcome doubt, and thus, humanity--while remaining mortal. Techno... was intrigued by that. (He'll only stop denying this fleeting crush once it's efficiently death and the recipient of his current adoration is long gone, he promises.)
Now, he's tall and regal, and as deathly as ever. He's a wildfire, a burning lamp. Techno is better than a moth.
His eyes still rake over the figure as he starts towering up, occupying only the faint morning lights as guide. Techno notes the possible enchanted nature of his mask, and hates himself for it.
It's as he's watching, that he notices.
"Bro, are those high heels?" And all at once Dream's height makes sense, even though it shouldn't matter to Techno. He's still gawking at the man who's--blushing. That's a blush on the edge of his ears, not covered by a hoodie for once.
"That's--shut up, don't be an idiot." He hisses, his mask suddenly pointing towards Philza as if scared he'll hear. Oh, this is fascinating.
"Nothin' wrong with being fashionista, I tell you." Techno says, smug, leaning the faintest bit down to look at Dream directly. "But a man that's, ah, homeless... you would think he had better priorities than heels."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE A HOUSE!" Dream shrills, effectively making Techno lean away. Then his arms cross on front of his torso, the picture of a diva. The heels are a deep green, and they click as he steps back. Oh, how didn't Techno notice?
You were trying hard not to notice, chat whispers. Then, of course, it notices it has Techno's attention. eee, EEE, DREAMSIMP, dream dream dream, Dream in chat, hi techno :), eeeE, STOP SIMPING.
"Not denying the fashionista allegations, I see." Techno replicates. His companion huffs, and then turns back to finally get to tower up. And this time Techno allows himself to notice the shape of his legs--and no, he's not being weird, Dream's ass is on the way okay-- and the way it curls with the distinct form of a trained heel wearer. Techno has no thoughts about Dream's skintight pants nor the way the heels are beautifully integrated into his body, to the clear attention to detail Dream used to pride in, that he still has.
Something in Techno's chest aches. But it's barely morning, and they have a job to do.
"If you wanted to see how it felt to be tall," he calls back, placing a lazy hand around to make his voice sound louder. "You could've just asked for me to carry you."
SHUT THE FUCK UP, Dream whispered in chat.
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Fandom: Dream SMP
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Characters: Technoblade, Dream, Philza; minor Ranboo and Quackity
Status: complete
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Torture, One Shot, Missing Scene, Coda, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Prison Arc
Summary:
Dream had known the moment he saw the rose bushes that Techno had grown them for him; they were so different from the hardy, resilient dandelions that he preferred, finicky and difficult and often rewarded the gardener with a prick of a thorn.
There's probably a dumb metaphor in there, thought Dream.
or techno's favorite flower is dandelions. dream loves roses. it's something that stays constant despite the chaos and complications that surround them. the other constant is the feelings they have for each other but it never seems to be the right time. will it ever be? dandelions grow in the arctic, can roses?
this is my fic for the @dsmprarepairbb! consider it my c!dnb manifesto <3 <3 i hope everyone enjoys it.
please check out the companion pieces by @awesamblr here and @twic0rd here!
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