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ebelwrites · 5 years

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Heya, it’s been a while. Sorry for the long break; things have been kinda crazy in my world for a while. I got my computer back up and running with nothing lost, but it’s just been one thing after another in my world right now and finding the motivation to write has been hard. I’m going to try and force myself to make time for writing because I have really missed it. I’ve got a trade and a bad sans poly story in the works, but for now, here’s something that I wrote a while back and rediscovered in my documents.

A human Dreamswap story, with trans!Nightmare and a more queer platonic relationship between Dream and Nightmare. Just some cute stuff and focusing on Dream and Nightmare’s bond. Hope you all like it, and I will hopefully get back into the grove of things in short order!

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Dream could not keep the smile off his face as he entered the recovery room. That expression was mirrored on every face he saw, especially on the one in the bed. Cross and Error each sat on either side of the hospital bed, hovering near their datemate should he need anything. Further to the side were Finch and Ink, close enough to be supportive but far enough away that they didn’t crowd. And the brightest smile in the room was on Nightmare. His old friend was resting in the hospital bed, the top end raised so that he could sit up and interact with everyone. He looked tired and a bit pained, but he was happy, and that was enough to make Dream smile as well.

“Dream!” Nightmare exclaimed when he saw him, wiggling in excitement. He looked like he wanted to wave his arms around, but Dream knew from his research that wouldn’t be a good idea. “You’re here!”

“Of course I am.” Dream moved closer, intentionally going onto Error’s side and taking Nightmare’s hand. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” Nightmare admitted, “but good. Like a weight’s been taken off.” Dream lightly squeezed Nightmare’s hand, getting a squeeze in return. “They’re also giving me the good stuff. I like these pain meds.” One of Error’s hands found its way onto Dream’s shoulder, and gave the winged man a comforting and supportive look. Dream was about to say something when one of the doctors entered the room.

“Well, it looks like you’re good to go, young man,” she said, checking things off her clipboard as she spoke. “Everything looks fine; you can continue your recovery at home.” There is a round of cheers throughout the room, good will surging through everyone.

“Doctor?” Dream queried once the noise had died down. “What things should he, and the rest of us, be careful of during recovery? What time period are we looking at?”

“About two weeks recovery, all up.” The doctor responded, flipping some pages. “At one week, he will need to come in for a check up, so that we can remove his compression bindings and see how he’s healing. He should not remove the bindings before then, which means no showering until after that appointment.” There was a bit of choked, nervous laughter from Error and Cross at that; the doctor continued on as though she didn’t hear them. “Other than that, no strenuous activity; nothing that is going to put stress on his body, especially his upper torso and arms. He should not be lifting his arms up during his recovery and he shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.” She looked over the top of her clipboard to Nightmare.

“You will most likely feel sore and sensitive for some weeks, even after we give you the all clear. Over the counter pain medications should be taken as needed, and use ice packs to reduce any swelling. One thing you should know; swelling can last as little as two weeks, but could also last as long as four to six months. Do not worry if you are on the longer end of that spectrum; it will subside eventually.” With that, she finally put down her clipboard and gave Nightmare a smile. “And I believe that is everything. All you need to do now is sign the release papers, and you will be on your way!” Nightmare gave another cheer, and Cross immediately moved to help Nightmare stand up.

“Let’s get you home, Love.” He said as he helped to support Nightmare’s weight, arm around Nightmare’s waist for support. Finch and Ink gave a wave from where they were standing by the door.

“We’ll come check in you later, ‘kay?” Ink said, flashing a grin and a wave before ducking out the door. Finch gave him an unamused look as he disappeared, before turning back to Nightmare.

“Take it easy. We will visit you after we finish work for today.” Finch at least waits until Nightmare gives him a cheery, ‘Bye bye!’, before leaving. Dream watched all of this, happy that his old friend has managed to develop such a support network, before he stood and moved over to Nightmare. Cross almost seemed like he was about to do the usual posturing routine he does whenever he interacts with Dream, but refrained from doing so while holding Nightmare. Which was good; Dream didn’t feel like battling the old grudge of his friend’s datemate at the moment. Right now, Dream’s entire focus was on Nightmare.

“Ready to head home?” Nightmare flashed a giant grin to Dream’s small smile, but neither were any less sincere than the other.

“Yep!” Dream briefly wondered when was the last time Nightmare had sounded so cheery; it had been a while. “But can we stop and get burgers or something before we head back to the apartment? I’m starving!” There was a smattering of laughter from all four of them as they led Nightmare out the doors of his recovery room.

“You can have whatever you want,” Error said, sliding into the open side of Nightmare and taking the other’s hand. “We’ll make a stop.” Dream couldn’t help the fond smile on his face as he watched the three of them walk together, Cross and Error on either side and ready to support Nightmare should he need the help. Despite his reservations about one of them, he had to admit that they were both dearly devoted to Nightmare. It eased his worries about the future; Nightmare would be fine, with all of them standing beside him.

Yes, Dream thought to himself as he signed off on the release paperwork, Nightmare would be just fine.

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It was late at night, a few days after Nightmare’s surgery. Dream was returning to his rooms, after having stayed up until past midnight to finish up on some paperwork. He was quietly making his way through the halls, doing his best to make sure he didn’t wake any of the sleeping occupants, when he noticed a faint light and muffled sounds coming from underneath the door leading to Nightmare/Error/Cross’ common room. He paused outside the door for a moment, listening carefully. It sounded like the tv was on, which aligned with the faint light that didn’t seem to be from a lamp or ceiling light, as well as what sounded like static.

Strangely, he couldn’t hear anything else, no talking or conversation between the datemates. He supposed they must have all fallen asleep watching a show or something. He debated with himself for a moment, before ultimately deciding to go in and turn off the tv. He didn’t want the noise and light to eventually wake up the sleeping trio, and also it would be better if he could avoid power wastage. When he opened the door, however, he didn’t see the three bodies he expected. Instead, he saw only one, and that one was wide awake. Nightmare stared back at him from his position on the couch. The other was lying down, ice pack clutched to his chest, and he looked remarkably tired.

“Nightmare?” He asked softly, not knowing where Error or Cross were and not wanting to wake them if they were sleeping. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Sore,” Nightmare croaked out. “Couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake my datemates up.” Dream nodded, before stepping into the room and quietly closing the door.

“Do you want some company?” Nightmare’s eyes gave Dream his answer without having to say anything. Dream gave a smile, making a quick turn to grab another ice pack and a tub of ice cream from the freezer, alongside two spoons, before making his way to the couch and sitting near Nightmare’s head. “Here, take this one,” he helped Nightmare swap the old ice pack for the new one, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s melted by now.” Nightmare let out a moan as the cold hit his sore chest, relaxing into the numbing chill.

“You are a saint,” Nightmare whispers, resting his head on Dream’s thigh and digging out a scoop of ice cream. Dream gave a tender smile and ran his hand through Nightmare’s hair before turning his attention to the tv screen.

“So, what are we watching?” Nightmare gave a shrug against his leg.

“Whatever was first on when I hit the power button.” Dream rolled his eyes a little at that before grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. He eventually stopped on the nature channel, figuring it would be entertaining enough without being so entertaining that Nightmare wouldn’t ever get to sleep. The black-haired male let out a few grumbles at his choice, but comforted himself with ice cream.

Much to Dream’s hypothesis and satisfaction, it only took a few episodes before Nightmare drifted off to sleep, sticking ice cream surrounding his mouth and faintly snoring. Dream huffed a laugh before cleaning up Nightmare’s face and grabbing the afghan off the end of the couch, covering Nightmare with the blanket. He fished out the remote once more, killing the tv. His hand had not stopped running gently through Nightmare’s hair and Dream couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he looked down at his old friend.

“Sleep well, Nightmare,” he said softly, feeling his own exhaustion begin to settle in his bones. “May you have pleasant dreams this time.” It took only a few minutes more for Dream himself to drop off into sleep.

Both boys slept well into the next morning, still cuddled to each other when they woke.

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“Dream!” Nightmare burst into his office, whining dramatically. “Dream! My datemates are being mean to me!”

“Uh huh,” Dream said, not even looking up from his paperwork and paying on the bare minimum of attention. Nightmare being dramatic wasn’t anything new in his life.

“They kicked me out of the shared bed!”

“Did they, now?” Dream signed off on another form, his voice devoid of any emotion.

“They said I stink!”

“You do.” Nightmare let out a dramatic gasp of betrayal and Dream couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Nightmare, it has been six days since you last bathed. I understand that these are your doctor’s orders but, at the same time, you reek. We will all be grateful once you get the sign off tomorrow; and the first thing you do after getting that sign off better be going and taking a freaking shower!” Nightmare pouted at him, and Dream let out a sigh in response.

“You think I like this?” Nightmare’s voice was distinctly whiny and Dream could already feel a headache coming on. “I’ve been wearing the same bandages for six days! I can feel the grime on me! It’s disgusting!”

“It is only for one more day,” Dream sighed out. “Just one more day; then you can take a nice, long scrub, and cuddle with your datemates, and everyone will be happy again. But until that time,” Dream waved his hand in front of his nose, face curling up slightly, “do you mind?” Nightmare’s jaw almost hit the floor. He stared in disbelief and indignation for a minute or two, before spinning around and marching out the door.

“Ink!” He screamed, slamming the office door behind him. Dream managed to contain his laughter until he was certain that Nightmare was out of hearing range, then it tumbled out of him without restraint.

Oh, Nightmare could be just as dramatic as he remembered. He was rather glad that hadn’t changed in all these years.

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“Well,” the doctor said, looking up from their examination notes. “It appears that I can give you the all clear!” Nightmare let out a ‘Woot!’ and bounced in his chair, until the doctor gave him a stern look and he settled down. “You still have to take it easy. No running, no heavy lifting, no raising your arms above chest level; at least for another week or so. Nothing that’s going to prevent your body from healing itself. But you can finally rid yourself of the compression binder and lift the restriction on showers and baths.”

“Thank the stars above,” Error not-so-subtly whispered behind them. Nightmare spun his head around to give a glare in Error’s direction, but it didn’t last long before a giant grin spread across his face.

“You know what that means?” Nightmare bounced to his feet and, in a split second, his hoodie was off and in the air. “I’m officially shirtless, baby!”

“Nightmare! Put your clothes back on!” Dream immediately got to his feet and snatched the hoodie out of the air, but it was too late to grab Nightmare as well. He just danced around the room, always out of Dream’s reach, chanting ‘no shirt, no shirt’.

“No shirt!” Just when Dream didn’t think it could get any worse, Ink was on his feet and without the top part of his clothes as well. Dream wasn’t sure how Ink had managed to strip his many layers in such a short time, but he had, and was now joining Nightmare in his dancing and chanting. At least Finch had the good sense to not join in; merely hiding his face underneath his hat.

“Well,” the doctor capped her pen and stood up with hardly any sense of urgency. “I think I’ll leave you to handle this.” And then she was out the door before Dream could say anything. Within mere moments of her leaving, Error, Cross, and Finch all sped out the door to join her.

“Wait! Don’t leave me!” Dream tried to get them to stop, but they didn’t even look at him and it was too late. He was the only one left to try and get Ink and Nightmare to put their shirts back on.

It would take quite some time for Dream to grab hold of the two of them and be able to wrestle them back into their shirts; or in Ink’s case, the tattered remains of his shirt. But even when he managed it, the two of them did not stop smiling. And honestly, Dream couldn’t stop smiling either.

For as many headaches as Nightmare gave him, it was good to see him finally enjoying and feeling comfortable in his own body. Dream hoped he’d get to continue seeing it a lot more in the future.

#Dreamswap #DS!Dream #DS!Nightmare #DS!Cross #DS!Error #DS!Ink #Acrossnighterrors #queer platonic Dreammare #just cute babs being cute babs #Nightmare gets top surgery #He's a happy boi #Dream and Nightmare are very close but they aren't dating or have romantic feelings for each other here #They just love and support each other

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ebelwrites · 5 years

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So, I have some bad news. My laptop’s hard drive decided to break and it’s had to go to the repair shop. It’ll be fine in the end; the problem got picked up early, so I had the chance to back up everything and lost nothing. But it means that no stories are going to be posted until it’s fixed and back in working order.

So, @mastabas-and-mushussu, the bad sans poly you requested is going to be delayed. I was in the middle of writing it when it stopped working. The anon who just sent in a request for a continuation of the mental hospital Bad Sans Poly; it was already on my list, but it’s definitely going to be a while now. I can’t even post the story I had finished and planned to post this week.

I’ve been told that I’ll probably get it back within a week but, suffice to say, this blog is going to have a small break until my laptop is fixed. I’m sorry for the disappointing news and I hope you all stay patient until things get back on track.

#ebel rambles #problems with laptop #sorry about this

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ebelwrites · 5 years

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Truth or Drink

Well, here we are again. Yet another hellfic. At this point, I can no longer claim this is a once or twice off thing; this is now its own section of my writing. Which means that there is now going to be a section in my masterlist of stories dedicated to hellfics... great.

Oh well, I had fun writing this. I had fun writing all of them, honestly; even as they were making me cringe. Now, similar warnings for this as the last hellfic; more PG-rated than my usual stuff, and mentions of sex and other stuff along those lines. Again, all mentions and no showing, and more for comedy’s sake, but this is your warning if you’re not feeling up for that sort of stuff today.

Few final little things before we start. 1- this entire fic is based off a series of youtube videos of the same name. I highly recommend that you go watch them. They are wonderful; I was just inspired to make a Dreamswap version. 2- human Dreamswap characters; this includes trans!Nightmare, cause I love that idea. And 3- I highly, highly, recommend that you listen to the piece of music that’s named in the first paragraph as you read this; it makes for a much funnier experience. Here’s a link for those who want to listen as they read: Here

And that’s it! I hope everyone enjoys this wonderful hellfic experience!

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The video opens on Dream and Nightmare sitting at a small table. They are seated towards each other, with both of them looking at the camera. The table holds at least three bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses, and what appears to be two stacks of cards, one stack in front of each. Mozart’s ‘Serenade in G Major’ is playing faintly in the background.

“Hey; I’m Nightmare.” He waves a hand at the camera as he introduces himself.

“And I am Dream.” Dream doesn’t wave, but he does give a smile to the camera. “I am sure you know us.”

“See,” Nightmare starts, hands starting to make gestures in the air, “Dream and I used to be pretty close. Then, of course, we grew apart.” Nightmare’s hands come down onto the table and he smirks at Dream. “But now we’ve made up and, obviously, there’s a bunch of stuff we don’t know about each other now. So,” Nightmare picks up his stack of cards with a grin, “some of Dream’s employees have made us a little game where we ask each other questions, and we either have to tell the truth or take a shot.”

“I am still uncertain as to why we would need an incentive to speak the truth,” Dream states, fiddling with his own stack of cards while making sure not to flip any of them over. “Isn’t the point of this to get to know each other better?” Nightmare lets out a slight chuckle at that.

“Yeah, but I’ve been told that some of these are questions that might be kinda embarrassing for us to answer, or to hear.”

There’s a faint shout from off-camera that says something like, “Some? Try most!” Dream raises an eyebrow at this, but his smile remains pleasant and professional.

“I trust my people to have picked reasonable and mature questions.” There is nervous laughter coming from someone behind the camera at that. “On that, shall we begin?” Nightmare grins, and gestures to Dream.

“You first!” Dream gives a nod and flips over the first card. Within seconds, his smile drops and his face begins to turn yellow in embarrassment. People from out of view begin to laugh and he shoots a glare in their direction; all but one voice falls silent. Said voice then shouts, “come on! You agreed to ask everything, remember?” Dream’s glare turns fierce, but his gaze soon drops and he reads out the card.

“Have we ever slept with the same person?” Nightmare guffaws and Dream’s glare focuses on him for a bit. “I do not believe we have.”

“Come on, Dream; I was meant to answer that,” Nightmare protests, still laughing. “Also, you’re wrong about that belief.” Dream suddenly looks like he swallowed a golf ball and a lemon at the same time, staring at Nightmare with wide eyes.

“What?! Who?!” Nightmare doesn’t respond and just keeps laughing. Meanwhile, Dream looks like he wants to leap over the table and force the answer out of Nightmare. “Why was I not informed of this?”

“Considering when it happened, you weren’t ever supposed to know.” Nightmare pours himself a shot and downs it quickly. “Also, while I won’t tell you who, I will say you tapped it second.” That only seems to make Dream’s current condition even worse. There’s a moment where Dream has to take a deep breath and calm himself down, before he sets the card to the side and stares pointedly at Nightmare.

“Well? What is your first question for me?” Nightmare lets out one last chuckle before lifting up his first card. As he reads what’s on it, he lets out a snort.

“Do I or have I ever disappointed you?”

“Yes,” Dreams says through gritted teeth. “Two minutes ago, in fact.” That only causes Nightmare to start laughing again. Dream is not as amused.

“But, other than that?” Dream takes a moment to think on this; there seem to be some unpleasant memories flashing through his mind, as he grimaces at the thought of them.

“I believe the only times I have been disappointed in you have mostly been when you have broken in Justice Reigns with the sole purpose of annoying me.” Nightmare seems to expect more, but Dream appears done.

“But,” Nightmare draws out the word, expecting Dream to continue on but deciding to do so himself when Dream doesn’t, “you judge me for dating Cross, right?” That seems to get Dream’s attention and he nods.

“Oh yes; I judge you for dating Cross.” Nightmare lets out a snort and settles back into his chair.

“Thought so; moving on.” Nightmare shoots a grin towards Dream. “Third question!” Dream flips over his next card and begins to read.

“Who would Mother have liked more?” Nightmare thinks for a moment, as does Dream. For a moment, you can see a resemblance between them, as they both bite their lips as they ponder the question.

“Probably me,” Nightmare finally says. Dream gives him a shocked look.

“I would have said myself.” Nightmare looks at him before shaking his head.

“Nuh-uh; not with the whole,” Nightmare gestures to a lot of Dream, with a lot of emphasis on his wings, “incident thing. Before that, a hundred percent, you would have been the favourite. After that? Me; without question.” Dream still looks a bit skeptical.

“You don’t think she would approve of me using my power to make the multiverse a better place?” Once again, Nightmare shakes his head.

“I don’t think she would have seen it that way,” he says quietly with an uncomfortable look. “Remember what she was like?” Dream thinks on it for a moment, before nodding.

“Fine. Perhaps.” Dream shakes his head, before gesturing to Nightmare’s card. “Well? Let us continue.” Nightmare pulls up the card and immediately begins laughing again.

“Oh! We’re back in the good ones!” Nightmare manages to get out in between laughs. Dream looks remarkably worried. He finally calms down enough that he manages to ask the question. “Would you ever have a threesome with me?” For a split second, it looked as though Dream’s brain had broken entirely. He stared forward, dumbfounded, before finally returning to his senses.

“No!” Dream immediately starts reaching for the bottles of alcohol, fumbling as he pours himself a shot. “No! Absolutely not! No!” Nightmare nudges his shot glass forward and Dream fills it for him.

“Gotta say, I’m with you on that one.” Nightmare downs his shot alongside Dream. “Cause, at the end of the day, they’re gonna favour one of us, and I’m gonna be pissed if it ain’t me!” Dream gives him an unhappy look.

“Not quite the reason I was saying ‘no’,” Dream mutters to himself, only heard due to the microphone attached to his shirt. He finally shakes himself out of his embarrassment and pulls up the next question. He lets out the tiniest groan at the sight of it, his face starting to yellow again already.

“How many sexual partners have you had?” Nightmare pauses, thinking. He looks behind himself, counting two people off-screen, and then returns to the table, counting on his fingers and he’s lost in thought. He reaches the fingers on his second hand before starting to spin his hands around as he debates something in his head. Finally, and without looking away from the ceiling where his eyes had drifted during his thoughts, he reaches over and grabs one of the bottles before taking a swig from it.

“Some things are better left unsaid,” Nightmare comments as he sets the bottle back down. Dream can’t seem to decide whether he should feel relieved or horrified. “Next question.”

Nightmare flips up the card. “If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?” Dream sucks in a breath, debating his options. He very obviously looks Nightmare up and down, lip finding its way back in between his teeth again.

“...Should I go for the obvious?” Dream asks, giving Nightmare a look. Nightmare rolls his eyes.

“Do not give me charity; say what about me annoys the crap out of you!”

“Well,” Dream starts, looking Nightmare over again, “I could say your pranks, or perhaps your inability to take anything seriously. Maybe just your attitude in general. But perhaps, what annoys me most is,” Dream gestures to Nightmare’s entire being, “this.” Nightmare looks at himself, then looks at Dream with a disappointed expression.

“You just gestured to all of me.” Dream just smiles politely.

“Yes.” Nightmare lets out a groan and gives Dream a glare.

“Did you just answer with a fucking meme?” Dream is still smiling.

“Yes.” Nightmare pours a shot and shoves the glass towards Dream, all the while giving him a nasty look.

“Drink a shot for that; do it, you disgrace.” Dream rolls his eyes but downs the shot and sets the glass back on the table.

“It was not that bad,” he grumbles. He lets out a little cough, before turning his attention to the next card. “What is the worst thing I have done to you?” He squints, reading the smaller text underneath. “Apart from the obvious?” He does not seem to be completely confident that he read that right, but they continue on quickly enough.

“Honestly,” Nightmare starts, eyes drifting to the ceiling again, “probably all the times you forced me to get up way too goddamn early when we were little. Either that or the times you forced me to socialise.” Dream raises an eyebrow at the answer.

“Both of those were for your benefit. They were not to your detriment.” Nightmare lets out a childish groan.

“Couldn’t you have just let me be an anti-social, hibernating hermit for the rest of my life?” Dream levels an unimpressed look at Nightmare.

“No.” Is all he says; Nightmare lets out a whine in response. “Just read your question.” Nightmare pouts for a moment longer before pulling up the next card. He smirks at what’s written on it.

“Who’s the better-looking one?” Nightmare gives Dream a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “Come on; we both know it’s me!” Dream raises an eyebrow, face incredulous.

“I do not believe many of my people would agree with you,” he says, giving Nightmare a look that was slightly condescending in nature. Nightmare huffs dramatically in response.

“But I have that sexy, ex-criminal charm! You’re just a goody-two-shoes!” He then looks over to the side, to people who could not be seen. “Error! Cross! You agree, right? I’m the better-looking one!”

“Of course, dear!” The two respond in sync, still off-screen. Nightmare regains his confident smirk at their words and turns back to face Dream, who is shaking his head.

“They are biased,” he says simply. “They cannot be empirical about this.” Nightmare blows a raspberry, which causes Dream to look at him with disappointment.

“Well,” a voice from off-screen starts to speak, “since you two can’t decide, I guess that means you are both taking a shot!” Dream and Nightmare exchange looks, before casting a glare off-screen. It takes a bit, but they relent and Dream starts to pour them shots.

“Cheers, bitch!” Nightmare clinks his glass against Dream’s and downs it immediately. Dream takes a moment to roll his eyes before downing his. He takes a moment after drinking to let the alcohol settle in his system, how many shots had they had now, then lifts up his next question card. He starts to choke and cough at the words written on it before he can finally manage to ask the question.

“Have you ever had sex in my house?” Dream sets down the card and sends a glare towards the camera. “I already know the answer to this question, and it is-” He pauses, noticing the movement in the corner of his eye. Nightmare has skipped pouring a shot entirely and is now taking a swig directly from the bottle, not making eye contact with Dream. Dream takes a few moments to process what he is seeing, before the implications of it finally catches up with him.

“You’ve had sex in my house?!” The scream is probably heard on the other side of JR, it is so loud. Nightmare flinches a bit at the shout but doesn’t stop drinking. “Oh, you fucker.” There are numerous shocked gasps at Dream swearing, but he doesn’t seem to care at all. It looks almost like Dream’s mind has completely collapsed; his face was so blank, it could only be in pure rage. “You have no clue how much trouble you are in.”

“What are you talking about?” Nightmare finally pries the bottle away from his lips and sets it back on the table, looking much like a man who has realised death arriving at this moment might be a mercy. “I just took a drink; that doesn’t mean anything!”

“It means you don’t want to tell me the truth!” Dream, for the second time so far, looks remarkably like he wants to leap over the table. Nightmare is still not looking at him, his face a faint purple hue.

“Moving on!” Nightmare hurriedly lifts up his next card, eyes scanning the words. “What are your biggest complaints about my partners?” That manages to get Dream out of his bad headspace, but possibly just into a different one. He leans back a bit, biting his lip as he thinks.

“Just one for each?” Dream tries to clarify, looking very much like he wants it to be more. Nightmare nods with a stern look.

“Yes. Just one. Otherwise, we’ll be here all day with you ranting about Cross.” Dream releases a breath, obviously still debating his choices.

“I will start with Error,” he begins. “I believe my biggest complaint with Error is how often he pesters me about taking care of myself. Now,” Dream leans forward as he explains, “this is a very minor complaint. I believe Error is a wonderful being and I am fully supportive of your relationship together. I believe you are good together.” Satisfied that he has explained himself properly, Dream sits back properly in his chair with a content look.

“As for Cross, well,” Dream begins to laugh, and he doesn’t stop laughing. He tries to muffle it by shutting his mouth, but it only makes his movements more exaggerated as the laughter keeps coming and coming. He eventually reaches over and lifts a bottle from the table, taking a large drink from it. “I couldn’t decide which one,” he finally admits when he’s finished laughing. Nightmare does not seem to be satisfied with that answer.

“What’s the first one that comes to mind?”

“He’s a man-baby.” It is rather harsh that Dream just says it with very little emotion, as though he’s just stating facts. There is a deeply offended noise from someone off-camera. Dream sets the bottle back down and returns to facing Nightmare. “And that’s all I will say.” Nightmare gives him a screwed-up, unhappy face, but drops the subject with a disgusted sigh. Dream has a brief moment of relief, before he lifts up his next card and his face fall with what he sees written on it.

“How did you lose your virginity?” Dream’s lips practically suck back into his head as he sets the card on the table and pours two shots. He then shoves one towards Nightmare. “Take the shot.” He nudges the shot towards Nightmare with increased desperation. “Take. The shot.” Nightmare thinks on it for a moment before downing the shot, grimacing at the burn.

“Yeah; perhaps better for you not to know.” Nightmare sets his glass down, before a mischievous look crosses his face. “Although, I can give some details~”

“Please refrain from doing that.”

“There was a pool table involved.”

“There was not a pool table involved.”

“Yes, there was.” Nightmare’s grin has not faded in the slightest. Dream, on the other hand, looks like he’s dying on the inside and lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob. Nightmare eventually decides to stop tormenting Dream and looks at his next question card.

“Who has the bigger dick?” Nightmare turns his smug look directly to the camera. “Me.” Dream’s expression says that his brain is misfiring a little bit, and turns a confused look on Nightmare.

“Am I… missing something? Was I not made aware of some rather important changes in your life?” Dream is now looking over Nightmare’s shoulder to the people beyond the screen, obviously looking for answers from them. “And how would you know anyway?”

“I don’t need a dick for mine to be bigger than yours.” With that said, Nightmare lightly wacks Dream in the face with the question card, still looking rather smug. Dream’s face says that he doesn’t quite understand, but gets that this topic is over and is probably grateful to be moving on anyway.

“What is your honest, unfiltered opinion of my love life?” Dream reads out from his next card, glancing over it at Nightmare, who is leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression.

“Honestly? Pretty dry and dull.” Nightmare gives a half-apologetic look to Dream. “I’m sorry, but when was the last time you went out on a date?” Dream doesn’t have an immediate answer, and Nightmare barrels on with barely a pause. “Seriously, my dude; I may be the better-looking one, but you aren’t too shabby yourself. And yet you haven’t tried to find a datemate yet! At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if you wound up marrying your paperwork. You need to live a little!” Dream, over the course of Nightmare’s rant, is slowly burying his face in his hands more and more.

“Are you done?” Dream mumbles out, eyes still covered by his hands. Nightmare sighs loudly.

“I’m just telling the truth!” Dream drops his hands and gives Nightmare a look that’s half reproachful and half pleading.

“I will find someone when the time is right. For now, please drop it.” Nightmare grumbles a bit.

“Just let it happen before we’re a thousand years old, ‘kay?” Dream rolls his eyes at that but says nothing in return. Nightmare blows out a breath in frustration before picking up his final card.

“On a scale of one to ten, how hetero are you?” Nightmare tosses the card over his shoulder with barely a glance. “Basically, how straight are you?”

“About a five.” Dream answers, looking rather comfortable in his decision. “Though, I suppose the correct numerical value would require a Z-axis as well as an X-axis and Y-axis.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re pansexual, right?” Dream nods, lacing his fingers together and completely comfortable in his sexuality.

“I am sure I can guess what your number would be.” Nightmare barks out a laugh, arm flopping over the back of his chair.

“About a negative sixty-nine!” He flashes a grin towards the camera. “I am very gay. Boys all the way!” There is no discomfort from either of them; it is a bit touching to see how at ease both of them are with this topic. Nightmare finally gestures to Dream and the final question card on the table. “Last one. Let’s hear it; I’m curious what they saved for last.” Dream gives a pleasant smile, rather similar to the one he began this exercise with, and pulls up the final card.

“What is the nicest thing I have ever done for you?” Dream sets the card down neatly and begins to organise the finished cards back into a neat stack, though his eyes tell that he is, in fact, curious about the answer and is merely keeping his hands busy. Nightmare debates internally for a few minutes, a few minutes where no one says anything, then takes one of Dream’s hands.

“I think...the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me? Would be when we were still enemies.” Nightmare’s face gains a tender smile and he looks much softer than he has for the entirety of the video. “When I came out to you as trans, even though we hated each other at the time, you immediately started using my preferred pronouns and even changed all my paperwork to use them. You did that, even though we weren’t even on speaking terms at the time, and I think that was very sweet.” Dream’s smile gains a sweet tinge to it as well, and he squeezes Nightmare’s hand lightly. “Also, I know you were helping a certain pair of your staff sneak me testosterone while I was on the run, or at least turning a blind eye to it.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be public knowledge, Nightmare.” Though Dream doesn’t look upset about it, still wrapped up in smiling sweetly at his old friend. He chuckles a bit, more joy being shown on his face in this moment than almost any other time that JR workers can recall. “I am glad to have you back, old friend. I have missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, you sap.” Nightmare laughs a bit, tears pricking at his eyes despite what he called Dream. “It’s been too long since we got to just talk like this.”

“I agree.” Dream nods, smiling turning to the people outside the camera’s view. “Despite the...nature of some of the questions, it was nice getting to know you again.” He reaches across the table and brushes away a tear from Nightmare’s eye. Nightmare lets out another laugh as he does this, before turning back to the camera.

“Well, that was truth or drink. And we’re done here!” Nightmare gives a clap, which results in all the crew off-screen beginning to clap as well. Nightmare gives a nod before turning back to Dream. “Shall we go keep talking elsewhere?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Dream smiles, standing up from his chair, though looking somewhat like he’s using the table to balance himself. He then looks over to someone behind the camera, turning his smile to them. “Despite my...hesitance, shall we say, regarding some of the questions, thank you for putting this together. This was-” Dream is cut off by a loud shriek as Nightmare falls out of his chair while trying to get up, and lands on the floor.

“Nightmare!” The name is shouted by at least four different people, including Dream, who looks towards his old friend with concern and moves to help. This is when the screen pauses; with Dream holding onto the table as he moves around to help Nightmare up, while only a faint arm in a purple hoodie reaching up from the floor. Words begin to scroll up the screen.

Total Number Times Drinking:

Dream - 4

Nightmare - 6

They scroll up the screen and vanish, shot still frozen on the last scene. Two final words appear on screen:

The End

And then it fades to black. You get the distinct impression both men were left nursing hangovers the next morning.

#Dreamswap #DS!Dream #DS!Nightmare #mentions of DS!Crerrormare #Dream and Nightmare kinda have a queer-platonic relationship in this fic #but I'm still working out how to write those #hellfic #I can't believe I wrote another hellfic #I can't believe this is a thing I'm now writing #But I've been enjoying myself so I can't complain too much I suppose #this is just my life now

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ebelwrites · 5 years

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Oh dear. Oh boy. Well, it’s time to finally post this!

So, who here remembers this drawing of @gallifreyan-pal? I certainly do! Therefore, you can place all the blame for this absolute hellfic at Tobin’s feet, and maybe a bit at Kai’s too. Cause I got thinking about how a full speech/video would go down and then this got written!

Now, this fic is different than my usual ‘family-friendly G’ variety. It’s not R or even really M rated, but it is more on the PG scale. Just so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into, this fic does discuss Sex and all the stuff one needs to know about going into that. This fic is more a comedy thing and doesn’t show/only talks, but if you’re not feeling up for that sort of thing today, here’s your warning that you might wanna pass over this.

Anyways, on with the show and, Tobin? I hope you enjoy the hellfic you inspired!

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{The screen flickers to life. It shows Dream sitting backwards on a chair, arm resting on the chair back, and staring at the camera; though, if one looks carefully, it can be seen that Dream is actually looking slightly above the camera at something out of sight. There’s a slight pause, and Dream gives a subtle nod before focusing on the camera itself and beginning to speak}

“So you found yourself someone you want to get down with. Well. If you are here in the designated copulation rooms, then you have most likely convinced them to give you at least one chance. In order to make sure that there are no more occurrences like the Afterdeath incidents {Dream’s face pinches for a moment, but rapidly returns to its previous professional look}, you and your partners are all required to watch this educational video about how to have sex safely. Because safe sex is the sexiest.” {Dream looks off to someone off-screen and asks in a low voice: ‘Why did I have to say that?’ There’s a pause as whoever he’s talking to responds before Dream leans sharply in that direction saying, ‘What do you mean that’s the slogan?’. The film abruptly cuts to the next shot, with Dream back to facing the camera}

“To begin; you have found yourself someone you want to get down with. Now, do they want to get down with you? It is important to establish consent with any and all partners that you have. Failure to clarify consent will result in severe punishment {Dream gives a fierce glare into the camera, making sure that the viewer knows that he is not joking or exaggerating. To break this rule is to make yourself an enemy of Dream and Justice Reigns}. Something that is quite often forgotten if you have the same partner regularly is to establish consent for every encounter. Just because someone has said ‘yes’ one time, does not mean it is consent for every time. Remember; be sure all parties clarify enthusiastic consent for every occurrence without pressure, or we’ll fry your ass.” {Dream looks to the side a second time, this time with an unimpressed glare, and says ‘Why was there an exclamation point at the end of that?’ It doesn’t seem like he gets the answer he wants, and soon turns back to look at the point just above the camera.}

“Next up, protection. It is provided in every room. Lube and condoms are located within the top bedside draw. Make sure to use them {Dream appears to be relaxing a little as he starts getting used to what he is saying. It is clear that he agrees with the logic of what he is being told to say and is starting to get into the flow of it a bit more}. If birth control is desired, there are medical professionals available to discuss your options. And it never hurts to double up on protection. Birth control pills and condoms used together are good. Using two condoms at the same time is bad and most likely to be worse than just using one as intended {Dream gives a tiny nod as he agrees with what he is saying. His posture is looser now and he appears comfortable on his chair}. Please remember that condoms are used for more than preventing unwanted children. STDs are very much a thing, and can be transferred through acts other than penetrative sex as well. If you wish to have proof of why you should always use a condom unless you and all your partners are tested and confirmed to be clean, the medical staff happily invites you to pay them a visit to view the case file and photos for syphilis in the eye?!” {Dream almost shouts the last four words of his sentence, horror obvious on his face and his entire body tensing up in a mix of fright and shock. The film immediately cuts to black before opening on what is obviously a different take; the chair is facing forwards now and Dream is sitting properly on it, though looking rather uncomfortable and repulsed}

“Continuing on from our last point, making sure that both your partners and yourself are clean of STDs. It is important to get yourself checked and to take precautions. If something does happen, there are medical professionals available to discuss options and treatment {Dream’s face takes a bit of a golden hue to it, but Dream continues on as though he doesn’t notice}. Please ensure that condoms are used correctly and frequently; many STDs are contracted by skin on skin contact of any kind {There is a distinctly uncomfortable fidget from Dream as he says this}, so condoms should be worn from the beginning.” {Dream stares hard with disappointment into the camera as the one filming clearly waits for him to say something else. There is a long, slow zoom in on Dream’s face before the camera person finally gives up}

“Please, ensure that your escapades happen in a private room and the door is locked. Since you are here in the copulation rooms, you have already fulfilled part one of these requirements. But please take a moment to {Dream’s line of sight suddenly drops down to the floor, accompanied by several soft thuds and the faint sound of someone cursing. Dream watches whoever it is pick up the cue cards they dropped, only a faint pursing of his lips and an unimpressed look betraying his thoughts. Dream’s line of sight eventually follows the person back up, and he starts speaking again}...ensure that the door to your room is properly closed and locked. You and your partners may consent, but the innocent bystanders do not. I do not believe there is any more that needs to be said on this topic.” {Dream has the look of a man who has seen more than he ever should have; there is the distinct impression that he has been the innocent bystander far too often.}

“Now, you may feel the desire to…{Dream’s face contorts as though he just sucked on a lemon} ‘spice up’ your time together. Make sure that this is communicated clearly to your partners, that it is discussed, and that all parties are in agreement. Please make sure to do your research on how to perform these desires correctly. JR is not liable for any injuries caused by unique sexual desires; you are, however, liable for any destruction or property damage caused by said desires {Dream’s eyes close for a moment and he looks distinctly like he’s gritting his teeth together. It is an expression of both cringe and disappointment, but it only lasts for a moment before Dream recovers}. And remember, it does not matter what lie you come up with for the medical staff when something goes wrong, they will be able to figure out exactly what happened. So it is easier for everyone if you just tell the truth immediately. I have been informed that you cannot possibly surprise them anymore.” {Dream’s face slowly falls as he reads the last sentence out. He is no longer even trying to hide the fact that he is reading off cue cards, looking above the camera as it appears that the last glimmers of faith in the intelligence and integrity of his people is slowly drained away. He finishes speaking and finally looks back to the camera; his eyes speak of a man who has reached the limit of what he can take}

“And finally, please make sure to care for your partners {Some of the tension drains out of Dream as he says this. He still looks somewhat pained, but he appears to be relieved to be finally talking about something that is at least somewhat pure in intention}. Look after them before, during, and after your time together. Sex can be very emotional and does tend to make people’s systems go haywire for a bit. Hormones can be strong enough that people can start crying during sex, even when there is nothing wrong. Importantly, just talk to your partners; speak to each other throughout the whole experience. Whether it is your first time or your fiftieth, whether this is a one-time-only thing or part of a relationship, talk to your partner afterwards and be honest about the experience. It will only help you in the long run.” {As Dream finishes the final section, he starts to make shooing motions to someone behind the camera. Subtle at first, but they grow larger as the one he is gesturing to is obviously not getting the message. ‘Leave it’, Dream hisses in a whisper at the person, ‘I’ll close it off myself. I don’t trust whatever you’ve got written for me.’ There’s a pause as the person Dream is talking to communicates something in return; ‘considering the rest of your script, I believe I have good reason to not trust you.’ There’s a final shoo motion from Dream’s hand as he says this, and he turns back to the camera.}

“That is the conclusion of this instructional video. Please remember what was discussed and apply it properly. One final thing; anything you do in here, the cleaning crew will find out about from what’s left behind. Please be kind to them and do not make their job any more difficult or unpleasant than it has to be. Good day, and have a wonderful experience.” {The camera does not linger long on Dream’s pinched and pained face. Instead, the film abruptly cuts to a copy of Dream from earlier who is saying ‘Healthy sex is the sexiest.’ The slogan is spelled out in giant golden letters across the screen, with a little upbeat jingle playing in the background. The words and tune linger for a bit after Dream has finished speaking, then the screen cuts to black. It is over}

#hellfic #this is all Tobin's fault #Dreamswap #DS!Dream #Ink in the back #holding up cue cards #Dream did not sign off on this script #humour with a tad of PG #I'm sorry in advance

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ebelwrites · 5 years

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Hey everyone! It’s Tobin’s (aka @gallifreyan-pal ) birthday today! Happy birthday Tobin! I hope today is going to be good for you! On that note, here’s your present; or at least, the present that isn’t a cringefest. That one will come later. For now, I hope you like this one! This is my first time writing Blue, so it’s all fine! And have a wonderful birthday!

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“Come on, Error; just get in the water!” Blue pleaded with his boyfriend, but it was to no avail. Error sat on their towels, knees to his chest and as far away from every single grain of sand as physically possible, glaring at the ocean with the fury and spite he usually reserves for AU’s; or maybe Ink when he’s being particularly dickish.

“You want me...to cross a burning desert...just so I...can climb into a wet deathtrap?!” Blue thought that Error might just be, ever so slightly, a tad dramatic, but he knew ever saying that would only prompt outrage and an endless array of excuses that were only half thought out, so he settled for an unimpressed stare.

He had hoped that bringing Error to the beach would be a fun experience; Error had never taken the time to really experience beaches, or swimming in general, and Blue had wanted to share that experience with his boyfriend. Beaches were still a new thing for Blue as well, and he only got to experience them every now and again, so he still had the wonder a young child usually has for these large stretches of sand and water. He, in his optimistic mind, had pictured spending a day at one of his favourite break spots with his beloved boyfriend and figured it would be a wonderful day where they could swim together, make sandcastles, and walk along the beachside hand in hand. It...hadn’t quite turned out that way. But Blue wasn’t ready to give up hope on that wonderful day just yet.

“Please, Error. For me?” Blue tried giving Error the pleading eyes and, when he saw that wasn’t working, turned to his next plan. “How about this? If you come in the water with me for a while, I’ll get you a chocolate ice cream from the van afterwards?” Now that got Error’s attention. He could see the cogs turning in the other’s mind, weighing the bribe against what he was being asked to do.

“Two scoops?” Error asked, prodding for how much he would get if he went through with this.

“Two scoops.” Blue confirmed, holding up his fingers in a ‘2’ sign that probably looked a little ridiculous. “But you have to actually spend a decent amount of time in here with me. No dipping your feet in and then immediately getting out.” The tips of Error’s tongues poked out of his mouth as he thought about it, before finally nodding and reluctantly getting to his feet.

“Fine, then. Just this once.” Error hesitated at the edge of the towels, then pulled himself together and stepped onto the sand. He made an awkward half-run to the water, the sand no doubt burning his feet, and let out a sigh when he hit the wet sand. He paused again as the waves reached his tarsals, and giving a glare to Blue that he knew was only half-hearted, before the lure of chocolate ice cream forced him into the water. Blue watched Error shudder, gulp, and then wade his way out towards Blue. Blue held out his hand, patiently smiling as he waited for Error to reach him.

“Yaarg!” Error suddenly screeched, strings coming out in lightning speed to attack something in the water. The blue strings ripped the offender out of the ocean and into the air, squeezing it with remarkable prejudice. Blue squinted in the glare of the sun, trying to see what exactly it was that had spooked Error so much, before-

“That’s seaweed.” The limp strands of green, slimy plant hung within the blue strings for a moment longer, before they were tossed away in disgust. Error let out a deeply unhappy whine, but Blue held out his hand patiently.

“Come on, you’re almost there.” He could see that it took a lot of effort for Error to push himself that last little bit, but he did eventually make it. Error took Blue’s hand and slide next to him, grumbling all the way. Blue didn’t let it bother him and kept smiling.

“Easy there; try to relax a bit.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of Error’s hand. “I’ll make sure no more seaweed comes near us.” Error grumbled a bit more, probably at Blue’s amused smile from that last statement than anything else, but let himself float gently in the water next to Blue.

The sun shone down on them without a cloud in the sky. The sunlight warmed the water to where it wasn’t cold, but cool enough that they didn’t overheat from the sun. The waves were gentle in the spot Blue had picked and only bobbed them up and down lightly. The sunlight sparkled off the water, and Blue could see boats off in the far distance. There was the faint sound of other beach-goers, but they were far enough away that they only served as background noise. For this moment, they were in a world of their own. Blue could feel as Error grew more and more relaxed, letting the waves and the sky melt his troubles away. Blue gently bumped shoulders with his boyfriend, giving him a hopeful smile.

“You enjoying yourself?” There was a moment of silence, before Error gave him one of those small, shy, but heartfelt and sincere smiles that made Blue fall in love with him.

“Yeah,” Error said, lifting his head to stare at the sky, smile not fading for a moment. “Yeah, I am.”

It would be later, as the two of them walked down the beach hand in hand, that Error would admit to himself that he had actually enjoyed the day. Licking his double-scoop of chocolate ice cream, while Blue attacked his strawberry cone, Error had the chance to properly reflect on his day. Blue had certainly done his best to make sure that Error enjoyed his time here, and he had mostly succeeded; once Error got over his initial reluctance. Error smiled to himself at the thought of his boyfriend; he’d have to do something later to say thank you, and maybe also to say sorry for how he’d been at the beginning.

The sun was setting, the sand had cooled from burning hot to pleasantly warm, and the colours of the water and sky together made for a wondrous sight. And as Blue noticed Error looking at him, he gave Error a genuine smile; not one of his big grins or patient looks, but a real, genuine smile that was reserved solely for when Blue was happiest.

Error privately thought to himself, as he gave Blue’s hand a gentle squeeze, that no matter how wondrous the view may be, Blue’s smile would always be prettier.

#Errorberry #error sans #Swap Sans #For Tobin!#Tobin's birthday!#I had been thinking about doing error/outer/lust #But I decided that I'd rather not try to write two characters that I had never written before in one go #So errorberry it is!#Hope it's good!

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ebelwrites · 5 years

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Hey! It’s @faemytho ’s birthday today! And I have a gift for them! Here is some Geno/Dream/Nightmare poly, just for their special day!

Sorry to everyone for the long absence. Things hit the coasters; first I hurt my back, and then I was bedridden with the flu. All of that made work and my boss less than impressed with me, and my free days have been absolutely packed with daily life stuff. But my hours at work are changing soon, within the next week or so, and I’m hoping the change will mean I can get a bunch more free time to myself so that I can write.

Anyways, this is my first time writing Geno, and this is the first fic I’ve posted in a while. Hope everyone enjoys; especially our birthday fae-folk!

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Geno couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his face as he watched his two datemates argue with each other over whether the curry should be spicier or sweeter. Dream and Nightmare were such opposites; of course in the obvious ways, considering their past and origins, but in many smaller ways as well. Food, clothing styles, colours; heck, even just how many pillows there should be on the couch. There were so many little things that always ended with Dream on one side and Nightmare on the other.

Geno was constantly being asked if it was hard, dating two people who were so different. People always assumed that he had to pick one or the other when it came to disagreements; they just couldn’t see a way that two such extreme opposites could meet in the middle. Geno always took great pleasure in telling them otherwise. They each added so much to his life, he couldn’t imagine not having both of them by his side.

Nightmare was the first to come to his broken little world, drawn in by the negative emotions from Geno. The king of all things negative had proved surprisingly sweet, possibly out of confusion and curiosity to begin with, and Geno had found himself enjoying talking to someone who wasn’t trapped in the save-screen. Nightmare had brought company and stories of the outside world that Geno had long wished for.

Dream arrived later, drawn in by Nightmare’s presence and more than a little curious about the other’s repeat visits. Dream had brought a spark of light and sunshine that Geno hadn’t realised he missed. A small shining ray of hope and endless optimism; never naivety, but always hopeful that things might be better. There was a sweetness in the darkness, and a fire in the light, and Geno had embraced both with open arms.

Everything followed in a similar way, on and on. Nightmare brought Geno a house, so that he could have somewhere proper to stay, while Dream worked to set up a garden around it. While he and Dream used pots and tiny fences to create beds of flowers, he and Nightmare worked together to decorate the rooms. Nightmare brought him star maps and crafted the night sky on his bedroom ceiling, and Dream painted his walls to look like the most beautiful sunset. Dream had been the one to kiss him first, while the first ‘I love you’ had been spoken by Nightmare. Each brought something different, yet they fit together in a perfect way.

Geno shook his head fondly as the bickering continued, each with their respective chilli or sugar shaker in hand. He supposed it wasn’t unreasonable that others thought Dream and Nightmare hated each other; to any outside observer, their constant fights and arguments would say that they couldn’t stand each other. But there were benefits to being as close to them as Geno was. Geno was able to see all the little moments between them that others didn’t.

Nightmare bringing home new pots and flower seeds for Dream just because he saw them and thought the other would like them; Dream approaching Geno for help turning a room into a proper library as a surprise for Nightmare; them working together without a single fight in order to care for Geno, whose injury had been causing him even more issue than usual; both of them patching each other up after a big fight between the two sides, making quips at each other about how the other needs to learn how to dodge better. These were the moments that others didn’t see; these were the moments that Geno fall in love with them both.

“Geno!” The sound of two voices calling his name snapped him out of his thoughts. His two datemates stood in front of the pot, bodies still pointed at each other even as their heads faced him. “Who do you think is right?” Geno gave a little huff of a laugh and wandered over, sticking in a spoon and tasting the curry. He thought for a moment, and then looked at the other two.

“I think it needs a little bit of both; it’s a bit bland right now, don’t you think?” He picked up another spoon and dipped them both back in the pot, holding each spoon out for a datemate to taste. As they leaned in and took what he offered, he could see them each, somewhat unwillingly, coming to the same conclusion. “How about I take over this?” He offered, giving them both a smile. “I’ll make sure it’s something you both like, okay?”

“Sure, Geno.” Nightmare nodded with a smile.

“Thanks, Dove.” Dream added, making Geno flush a bit at the use of their nickname for him. He saw Dream give Nightmare a mischievous look over Geno’s shoulder and, before he knew it, there were kisses planted on each cheek. Then, before Geno had any time to react, they took off quickly for the safety of the living room. Geno grumbled a bit as he rubbed his cheeks, but nothing to stop the smile spreading across his face.

He wouldn’t change his datemates for the world.

#geno sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #geno/dream/nightmare #I can't remember what that ship name is #I'll need to look up in rarepair #For Fae #Special bean #Have a lovely birthday

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