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Day 6 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Dream SMP'. Way too late but oh well.

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Dream wasn’t himself. Literally, because when Techno wanted to visit his lover like every morning, he was gone. Instead he got replaced by someone who looked like him, just no scars and much softer. Who was this Dream and where was his Dream?!

Story under the cut! Words: 3,584

It was a completely normal day, nothing special was happening at the time and nothing special was planned. Dream was out of prison and as feral as ever, but was recovering. Techno had saved him months ago and Quackity had given up on finding him, much to Techno’s relief.

You see, when Techno was in prison with Dream for a few months he and the teletubbie had come closer. At first they were friends, then they were best friends which tuned into friends with benefits and eventually boyfriends. Yeah, it was a wild ride.

But the only thing that mattered was that Dream was save now, the people of the server left him alone after realising that he was out of commotion. The man had been broken, was barely able to hold a weapon. Was he still batshit crazy? Also yes, he usually started planning something complete unnecessary, but every time Techno just yoinked him away from his plan and told him they lived in retirement.

That usually worked and when not Techno made him explain why he wanted to do something and came up with counter arguments. And when he still tried to go and destroy peoples homes because they deserved it – which they did – Techno simply asked him not to and Dream listened.

Dream was broken, mentally. The man could still fight, he did chase Tommy around right after he had broken out of prison and wanted to destroy Kinoko Kingdom, but mentally he wasn’t okay. So to get all his anger out Techno regularly fought him, sometimes Niki and Philza joined, but mostly it was just them.

Now you’d guess that Dream was living with Techno, right? It would have been the logical thing considering that they were boyfriends, well, they didn’t. When they just escaped they thought it would have been too obvious that Dream was staying with Techno and, should anyone go after him, would look there first.

Instead Dream built himself his own little home a bit away from the main land of the SMP. To Techno’s surprise it was an actual house made of wood and stone, with windows, doors and even a nice roof. Dream felt comfortable and safe in there, so Techno let him live there and went there almost every day in the morning to do something with the man.

Just like he did in that moment, sat on Carl he rode to the hidden home of the man, ready for some sparing and maybe some therapy in between. When he arrived he left Carl on his own, the horse usually didn’t leave without his owner and just ate some grass while waiting.

Techno stepped up to the door, Dream grew roses in his front yawn, they were his favourite flowers. As always he knocked on the door before just entering, it was their usual routine. Usually Dream would be already awake and either eating or cleaning his weapons or armor. However, this day he seemed to still be in bed, cause he was not in his usual spots.

Walking up the quartz steps he ended up in a big open room with a big bed at the wall. And the bed was empty, so it meant that Dream was already awake. It was then that Techno started to feel panic rising in him, cause usually when Dream wasn’t inside the house he either already told Techno beforehand or left a note at the entrance.

But there had been no note, and Techno had checked before coming upstairs. The half pigling walked up to the windows that showed the garden, eyes widening when he saw a figure in a green jacket laying in the grass.

Techno rushed down the stairs and out of the backdoor, towards Dream who seemed to be unconscious. He fell to his knees and turned the man around in his arms, only to immediately jump away again.

This man couldn’t be Dream, there were now scars on his face and now white streak in his hair. He looked soft with freckles all over his cheek and nose, he looked so healthy and put together, yet he wore Dream’s face. The man was wearing a black shirt with a knitted green, way too big cardigan over it that had one white and one black stripe going along the hem. In his curly hair were hair clips, one looked like a crown, one like Dream’s mask and another one looked like a rose.

This had to be Dream, but how could he change like that within a night?!

Suddenly Dream started moving, groaning lightly and moving his hands up to rub his eyes with them. Techno swallowed heavily, his piglin ears wiggling lightly to check for any noise the man made. When he also had Dream’s voice, then there was no doubt. “….Dream?” He spoke up, carefully, not wanting to scare the man away.

Slowly the man opened his eyes and it was almost like emeralds were staring back at Techno, wide and shiny. Healthy, like they had never seen any harm.

“...Techno?” The man – with the voice of Dream – mumbled out, carefully sitting up and staring up at the man in front of him. “...Is that really you?”

“...Dream?” Techno asked back, confusion all over his face. So it was his boyfriend, but why did he look like that? And why did he look at Techno like a second head had grown on his shoulder? “What… are you okay, man?”

“Oh, ehm…” Dream looked around, frowning lightly before looking down at his hands and then back up. Techno held out his hand to help the blond up, who happily accepted. “Yeah, it’s just… you look so different. What happened to you?”

Pink brows shot up as Techno heard that, wondering what the man meant. “I look different? Bruh, have you looked at yourself?” When Dream just tilted his head, Techno stepped closer, holding some of the curls in his hand. “You look healthier and all your scars are gone. How did you do that?”

“M-My scars?” A deep blush spread over Dream’s face as Techno kept playing with his hair. By now the man was used to this gesture and just rarely blushed from any form of intimacy between them. “What scars are you talking about…?”

“Those usually over your face, like the one over your nose,” Techno mumbled, leaning closer. “Or the one right at your chin,” his fingers wrapped around Dream’s chin, making him look up. “Or the one at the corner of your mouth.” When Techno placed a soft kiss at the spot he had kissed a thousand times already, Dream squeaked loudly and stepped away, blushing everywhere.

“Wha-What are you ta-talking about!” Stammered the man who almost looked like a tomato by now. “I-I never had any scars! And why are you kissing me?!”

“...okay something is wrong,” Techno spat, almost growling it out, a deep frown on his face. “I guess with lots of really good healing potions you could somehow change your looks that much, but forgetting that we’re boyfriends? Really?”

“Boyfriends?!” Screeched Dream in a high pitched voice, hiding his face behind his hands. “What is going on here?!” Then he pulled his hands away, looking determined at the pinket. “And why do you have scars?! And you have a beard! You never had one!”

“I always have a beard! It makes me look more badass!”

“It makes you look like some viking who’s gonna slander thousand of people and invade cities!”

“….well.”

“Techno!”

“You just kinda described what used to be my hobby!”

“No!” Dream screamed, pulling at his cardigan, “You’re a nice potato farmer! And we’re all friends and only need armor when monsters are around! What is going on?!”

“I’d like to know that as well…” Mumbled Techno under his breath, watching as the man in front of him tried to calm down. “We should go talk to Philza, maybe he know something.” Dream sniffed and nodded at the proposal, walking up to Techno and following him.

With the help of Carl it didn’t take long ton return to Techno’s hut, meanwhile Dream kept looking around in confusion. It was like he had never seen the server like it had been then. When they arrived they both got off the horse, Techno immediately calling for Philza.

The man came running out of his hut, weapon raised but calmed down when he noticed it wasn’t an attack. “Mate, you scared me,” Philza said with a deep sigh, letting his weapons disappear in his inventory.

Dream tilted his head and furrowed his brows, Philza doing the same once he noticed the difference in the man. “Philza..?” The blond glanced to Techno before he nodded in confirmation. “But… where are your wings?”

Both Techno and Philza froze at the question. “Dream!” Techno scolded, turning to the man. “It’s not nice saying this!”

“No, mate, it’s fine,” Philza interrupted, walking closer to Dream, “Dream, what do you all remember?”

“Well,” Dream swallowed heavily, glancing between the two men. “Yesterday was a normal day, I was building some extras to my house with George and Sapnap. You, Techno and Wilbur were working on some new farm, to help us all enchant out stuff faster and better.“ Techno’s frown only deepened as he listened to the man. “Later both Tommy and Tubbo came to visit me, we wanted to explore some new cave, but it was already so late, that I sent them back home. We wanted to go there today but… for some reason I woke up in that garden…”

“Tommy…?” Philza echoed silently, frowning just as much as Techno. He walked around Dream, making the man nervous. “You and Tommy are friends?” Dream nodded at that, glancing over his shoulder at Philza. “And what about you and Quackity? Awesamdude?”

At those names Techno wanted to take Dream in his arms, usually the man reacted heavily to them, in a negative way. Either freezing up and getting overwhelmed by bad memories or getting into fight or flight instincts. Which meant he either pulled a weapon or ran to hide somewhere dark and narrow, like Techno’s closet.

But now Dream didn’t seem to react at all, he just looked even more confused than usual. “They’re my friends, obviously! When we all arrived at the server we just became friends and all live close to each other, what is it with you two?”

Philza took a deep breath and looked up to the sky. “I’ll go ask her, you try and fill him in on what is going on here on our version of the server.” Techno nodded and watched Philza run off into his house to get in contact with his wife.

Meanwhile he turned to Dream and sighed. “Okay listen, I’ll roughly tell you everything you need to know about our server here, alright?” Dream nodded and so they talked. After a while, and Dream looking a bit green around the nose, they got inside where he gave the blond some water. They kept talking and Techno noticed some mannerism that his Dream also had.

Like fidgeting with his hands, clicking his tongue when he didn’t know what to say or asking for some eyes to chew on. All of this was just like his Dream and he felt that it was one Dream, a Dream who belonged to Technoblade, he just wasn’t the right Technoblade.

“You mean… Your Dream is… covered in scars and just really traumatised..?” Techno nodded and a light blush came over Dream’s face, green eyes looking down at his hands. “And you and him are… you know…?”

“Ehm,” Techno cleared his throat, a soft blush now also on his face. “Together, in a romantic way, yeah.”

“That’s really sweet,” mumbled Dream, a gentle smile on his lips. He made eye contact with Technoblade. “I always had a crush on you, or, well, the version of you I know… Hearing that you and me are together here is kinda reassuring.”

Techno snorted and went to say something else but Philza rushed in, looking at the two a bit weird. He shook his head and went to explain. “This Dream is not our Dream.”

“Wow, who would have thought,” Techno said ironically, only shrugging when Philza weakly glared at him. “I was told that you’re from another version of our server, one where everything was reset and you all live in peace.”

“So the complete opposite to us,” Techno snorted out, shaking his head a bit as he leaned back. “How do we get him back?”

“He should be back within the day. And it’s possible that our Dream is where you should be right now,” Philza looked at Dream who nodded lightly, looking down at his glass and pick out another ice cube to chew on.

“Wait,” Techno suddenly froze before looking at Philza with wide eyes. “You mean my violent boyfriend who is ready to kill a lot of people in sight is there right now? With Quackity and Awesamdude who are usually friends with him?”

Philza opened his mouth but didn’t get a word out, his mouth just forming an ‘o’ shape.

“He’s gonna kill them!” Dream called out, worry obvious in his voice. “Quackity and Awesamdude are good friends of mine, they’re in danger!”

Techno huffed out, it was the truth, Dream could kill all of them, but there was a bit of hope. “Maybe he’s gonna react in another way, running away and hiding is pretty likely for him, especially when something is overwhelming. And maybe he didn’t have his weapons with him either, when he was asleep then they probably had put them down.”

Techno didn’t really care if Dream would kill anyone on that other version of their server. What he cared about was Dream himself, the man was all alone on a server full with people he hated. Imagining Dream all alone and scared without Technoblade, probably confused as he couldn’t really ask someone for help there.

“Maybe my Technoblade found him,” Dream spoke up, looking at Techno. “Maybe he is with him right now and they figure it out as well, it’s a possibility, right?”

“Right…” Philza mumbled, fingers at his chin. “Right now we can’t do anything, we’ll find out once you guys are back to where you belong. Until then we can only wait and hope for the best outcome.”

The other two nodded and Dream glanced at Techno, Philza left them alone, not really wanting to spent time with some random Dream. “And you really love Dream? Saved him from the prison and all?”

Techno chuckled lightly, it was funny talking to a version of Dream who was so obviously in love with another him but not in a relationship with him, yet. “I do,” admitted the half piglin, “we fit together quiet well, hate the same people and all. I’d break him out of this hellhole over and over again, even when it would kill me.”

Dream smiled at him before squirming around, getting closer to Techno. The smile vanished and was replaced with a saddened look, one he hated on Dream’s face, unimportant which Dream. “...Why did he turn out like that? Like the villain of the server?”

“It wasn’t his fault,” Techno immediately defended his partner, wrapping an arm around Dream. It felt familiar and yet like he was holding a stranger close. “There were lots of bad people on the server who turned him into who he was. It was inevitable for him to get this back and he did it cause he thought it was the right thing to do.”

A hum came from next to him and Dream snuggled closer, closing his eyes. “I hope everything will return to normal soon, I miss my own Technoblade.” Techno chuckled in understanding, leaning his head on Dream’s. He really hoped that Dream was okay and not in any danger.

Throughout the day Techno and Dream never separated, they fed the dogs together and Dream met Steve. Later Techno taught him how to make potions and gave him some training in combat. He never thought he’d say this but this version of Dream was shitty, barely able to hold up an axe and impossible to shoot an arrow.

The serve he must have come from really had to be peaceful if Dream didn’t know how to handle weapons. He also seemed to love all animals and told Techno about his own server, how he had a farm filled with animals, including a white horse called Spirit. Techno didn’t have it in him to explain that Spirit existed here at some point, too. It would just hurt the poor man and he didn’t want to ruin him with any pain.

It got later and soon the sun and moon were out, shining in the dark sky. They didn’t know when the exchange would, hopefully, happen, so they decided to go to sleep instead. Dream didn’t want to return to the house, too scared that something could happen while he was alone, so he slept over.

Out of habit Techno allowed Dream to sleep in his bed with him, even though it was a bit awkward. At least for the half piglin, Dream soon started talking, sitting next to the laying Techno. “You know,” he started, blushing again, “I am still Dream.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“And you and him are in a happy relationship, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“And I don’t know if my Technoblade is ever gonna… return my feelings, so…” He glanced over at Techno again, blush even deeper than before. Slowly he leaned down, laying atop of the pinket. Techno’s hands automatically found his waist, squeezing lightly.

“You think so?” he mumbled to the blond, who closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Before their lips could meet, Techno pressed his hand against Dream’s soft lips, smiling at him. “Maybe it’s time for you to find out.”

Dream pulled away with big eyes, mouth slightly opened. “Kissing me won’t feel right, the only Dream I ever wanna kiss is my Dream, you understand?” The blond looked down at those words, nodding lightly.

He eventually pulled back, snuggling against Techno anyway, cuddles were fine. “What when my version of you doesn’t love me?” Dream whispered, as if he was scared to hear the man’s opinion on it.

Technoblade could just snort at it, thinking it was ridiculous. “I don’t think that in all the version of me, that there’s even a single one who couldn’t love Dream.” He smiled down at the man who looked at him in awe, before a bright smile grew on his face.

“Thanks, Techno,” he said, closing his eyes, “and goodbye,” no more words were spoke that night. Technoblade fell into a peaceful sleep, holding Dream close as encouragement for his future.

The next day he got woken up by someone body slamming him, both falling on the ground. Out of pure reaction he got his sword, ready to fight, only to see Dream on top of him. And not any Dream, not, it was his Dream. “Dre-”

“Did you kiss him?!” The blond shouted, straddling the man under him, hands on his chest and face in a furrow. Dream would never admit it, but Techno could swore he saw tears in his eyes.

“What…?” Techno just mumbled out, confused.

Dream rolled his eyes, leaning down closer to his partner, baring his teeth. “Did you kiss him?!”

“Who?!”

“The other Dream!” Accused the blond, as if it was obvious. “The soft, perfect version of me! The one who isn’t completely fucked up and scarless! With no flaws and just a perfect person, someone everyone would love!” Did you-” Dream got cut off when arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, right against Technoblade’s lips.

The blond melted into the kiss as a tear eventually did escape, running down his cheek and over their lips. Techno licked it away, a hand coming up to stroke Dream’s cheek, the man leaned in. “I didn’t,” whispered Techno, rubbing his nose against Dream’s. “I could never.”

“But… he’s so perfect..” protested Dream silently, looking into red eyes.

“No for me,” assured the piglin, kissing the corner of Dream’s lips. “The only one who fits perfectly by my side is you. That loser couldn’t even hold a weapon properly and he didn’t have scars that told everyone how strong he was.” Dream giggled at that, hands wandering over his body and snuggled his face into the crook of Techno’s neck. “I missed you,” admitted the pinket.

“I missed you, too,” answered Dream, inhaling Techno’s scent deeply. “It was so scary… All those people I despise were so… nice. When they approached me I ran away and right into that version of you.” He pulled away to look down at his lover. “That Technoblade has shorter hair than you and wore an overall.”

Techno chuckled at that. “Did I look sexy in them?”

“Ew, no,” Dream wrinkled his nose, a smile now on his lips. “You looked like some anime character, not even a beard or anything.” At those words both laughed loudly, Techno pulling Dream back into a kiss, this one deeper, lustful.

He was happy to have his Dream back and hoped for the other version of him, that he’d find the courage to talk to his Technoblade. Because he hadn’t lied, there was no Technoblade who couldn’t fall in love with their version of Dream.

#dreamnoblade #dnb #citrus dnb week #citrus writes #Yeah I know it's already the 8. for me #I havent even written day 7 yet #so much private stuff #hopefully will piost day 7 within the week #sorry about that

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volfoss · 17 days

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Actually sorry I need to bitch and moan about this. I've been reading the san.dman (do not ever do this to yourself it's a hell unimaginable by anyone) and like... I really think it's interesting how much ga/iman is praised as super progressive on Tumblr for THIS specifically when it has so so much bad in it. About 10 issues in I started a game with how many women were in the issue who survived/were raped/nearly raped and it was insane how little women did not fit into these categories. One black woman lived and the rest were all burned alive. And he then later gave an excuse that it was bc of how Dream imprisoned Nada (16 year old African queen who fell in love with him. Its a very big mess and really sucks) in Hell so of course it influenced the entire world and so every black woman but ONE (who was introduced in the second to last issue) died and died violently. Not even to get into how it plays into the really violent misogyny that he had during the short story he wrote around the end of San.dman (when he was in his mid 30s) that was literally just one graphic rape scene to a minor after another (his snow white retelling is pretty infamous bc of how bad it is just by the summary but let me tell you that it is FAR worse to read). Like there's so so much that I think people do not discuss with his writing and it honestly just is very baffling that people hype him up given well. Everything that happens in San.dman. like the endless alone has a lot of... Well let's say interesting issues. Every single woman dream comes across wants to fuck him (to the point that at his funeral, it's 90% the women he was with/wanted to be with him and then a little from his siblings????), despairs entire character is literally just that she's depressed and coincidentally the most prominent fat character (and also naked all the time. Which they did seem to fix in the show but it's baffling how it's like her, one serial killer who nearly raped a woman before dream stops him, a guy that dies and I guess Abel if you squint for the fat rep) and then desire oh my god. I wish desire was written well instead of here's our nonbinary/gender fluid/genderless rep (cool in theory!!!) and then the fact that it (in the original series, she uses he she and it pronouns) raped a woman is dropped on your head and he is not at all regretful about it and ends up like.. taunting the victims granddaughter??? And delirium my god if there was ever a representation for born sexy yesterday and also being weird as fuck about mental illness it would be her. She's barely clothed most of the time, referred to as very very young most of the time and her mental illness (vague) is just kind of used as a joke a lot of the time? Like it's a funny joke that she doesn't remember stuff or that she's overstimulated or that she's using the wrong words or talking like a child. It's really weird because all of these characters have potential but they aren't really ever treated that way. Me when I get him for every single woman treated horribly!!!!!

#twist rambles #i am NOT taking any chances for this thus why its censored bc well. i don't want to deal w it lol #rape mention #misogyny #misogynoir #<- all for bl but im mad about this againnnn #sorry im just!!!!!! when i get him!!! like ppl do NOT know how bad it is and how bad it's handled #no notes on d/eath bc her writing is mostly ok minus the spinoffs but god I just. the way he treats women!! it's bad lmao #not even to get into the lgbt handling bc like.. i guess he was trying but man its so so bad. genuinely do not get me started on it #long post #<- it kind of is but the rage just kind of consumed me a little. like i dont get why he's this bad at it!!! i do actually but like god it #sucks. very good to read this if u want to blow him up already and want to strengthen that #im on a spinoff that everyone hates rn and like man its weirdly a relief that its not written by him. I'm excited to see the stuff caítlin #wrote bc maybe it'll be better. im back to the mines now but. know it's bad ok #and that SUCKS bc like there r characters i like. theres parts i enjoy.#8 was the only one i rly would recommend bc it works better than a lot of the stuff in it but man. yeah. it sucks to see the potential in a #media and then its like misogyny sledgehammer!!!!!

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