Fantasy Modern DSMP AU

Fantasy Modern DSMP AU

Everyone is the Dream SMP live on the same street. And are all like family, kinda like you fuck with one of us you fuck with all of us.

Dream, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Karl, and Quackity are all older teenagers. They all grew up together and all of them can and will beat someone’s ass.

Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo are all middle schoolers. Like 14-15 years old. Don’t be fooled they might be the youngest but they will also beat someone’s ass.

Phil, Mumza, Bad, Skeppy, and more people are the parents. They helped each other raise each other’s kids. They are very close with one another. Just assume that every group will kick someone’s ass.

The teenagers go to a school where middle + highschool are.

Technoblade, Niki, and Puffy are the cool 20 year olds.

Phil, Mumza, Bad, and Skeppy is on everyones emergency contact list.

I’m gonna post more information about what everyone’s living situations are and what hybrid they are.

thanks for curing my artblock @incorrect-dream-smp

ranboo: thank you sapnap for the resub, thank you i saw that, i hope you’re doing well :] we should stream sometime, i would really like that!

I figured I’d ask here because you/your followers love angst

Do you know if there are any fics out there where dream manages to escape and sapnap/George take his final life? I’m really in the mood for angst 😭

hello anon! yes, i do know of one, right here! i hope you enjoy — if anyone else is aware of others pls let me know or reblog with them !! :)

So this is how it ends; not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Sapnap’s sword slams into Dream’s chest, and Dream can’t even cry out in pain — he exhales, hoarse, agonised, and can only grip loosely onto his best friend’s t-shirt, desperate to pretend none of this is happening.

This isn’t how things are supposed to go. Then again, he asks himself, how had he imagined it going? This is fitting, it’s poetic, it’s practically written itself. Dying in the arms of his best friend, a human turned monster turned human again. It’s all Dream can do not to start crying.

Sapnap’s eyes are wet when he pulls back, holding on to Dream like it’s the end of the world and it’s come down to the two of them alone. “I promised you,” he whispers, voice cracking, “I promised I’d kill you if you escaped.”

“That’s true.” It hurts to speak, hurts his chest, hurts his heart, and Dream’s legs buckle, sliding to the floor with Sapnap still cracking him. “You.... always keep your promises, hah.”

Pain screams under his skin, leaves him drowsy, exhausted. He’s lost the game; lost the most important manhunt, and he can’t find himself to be angry or upset. Because at least it had been Sapnap, at least he’s able to cling to his best friend and bury his head in his shoulder and pretend he’s slipping off to sleep in an embrace.

“I’m sorry.” Sapnap is sobbing, body shaking with the intensity of them, and Dream wonders if he’ll be the only one who misses him. Wonders why he cares. “I’m so sorry, Dream. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner.”

Dream smiles faintly into Sapnap’s shoulder, despite the pain, despite the cold feeling beginning to overtake his body. “‘S alright,” he promises, “it’s a good end to the story, right? The heroes winning?”

“I didn’t want to be the hero,” Sapnap whispers, “I didn’t want to do this.”

“Pandas.” It’s a softer sound, pained, sorrowful. “It was always gonna be me and you in the end. It’s okay.”

And it is okay: Dream feels more at peace than he has done in months. Maybe this is his world’s way of looking after him — letting him die in his best friend’s arms, letting him say goodbye, let him have his hugs.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, “I’m okay. It’s going to be okay. I love you, yeah?”

Sapnap’s sob is choked, muffled. “I love you too. I love you so much. It’s going to be okay.”

And Dream lets himself go; lets himself drift, lets himself fall asleep, knowing Sapnap’s got him. They’re brothers by this point. They’ve always got each other’s backs, even now, even after everything. Dream lets himself go, and the universe howls at the loss of its admin, its villain, its child.

It doesn’t end with a villain speech and discs and a grand finale. It ends with brothers, with forgiveness, and with the rain beginning to pour down on them like the sky is grieving.

Someone needs to clip sapnap cheering when Dream agreed to watch death note ;-;