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Perfect Family ❤

(They/Them Pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ Words)

Description: You start missing your fiance, Dream, so you pack up and start travelling to his SMP. You and Milo, your cat, meet him and a few extra people on a wooden path.

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{《☆》}

"Hey," Dream grinned at you, beautiful green eyes staring down at your face. They dragged down, lower, smirking at the marks he left on you.

"Hey," You laughed, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him down. Dream fell on you, crushing you into an odd sort of hug.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, relaxing with a soft breath.

It was nice, to just be there with Dream. Managing his world left him little time to do anything with you.

"I wish you were home like this more often," You sigh, cradling your green-clad lover in your arms. He caressed your cheek, gently tracing a small scar. He whispers, "So do I."

But that conversation ended there like it had every other time you had it. Two sentences in and a broken heart.

{《☆》}

Dream had hardly been home the last few weeks. Busy with the ever chaotic SMP he ran. There were houses to build, people to keep in check. Your fiance had more important things to do, apparently.

So, you found a cat. A beautiful calico cat. Admittedly, it was more like the cat found you.

Wandering through the forest, bounding straight for you. It circled your legs a few times, almost tripping you before they mewed happily. Ever since Milo has been with you.

And Milo has been amazing. So sweet and gentle. Offering cuddles almost constantly. But you still miss Dream.

Which is why you now have to deal with Milo attempting to hide in your backpack, the one thing you're taking with you to find Dream.

"Milo, no." You warn, picking him up and setting him on the floor again. Milo mewls sadly and curls around your feet. You didn't have enough space in your backpack to carry him and it likely wouldn't be comfortable either.

But maybe...?

Frowning at your own weak will, you pick up Milo and set him on top of your things. Definitely not comfortable... maybe you would just carry him.

Milo meowed happily though and so you let him be for now

That cat had you wrapped around his paws, you swear.

{《☆》}

It took forever to get to where everything happened. Dream had been so paranoid that he made you two live ten thousand blocks away. Countless mountains and rivers, long stretches of plains, and snowy hills that went on for miles.

You crossed it all.

And in the end, you found him. Your beautiful, loving fiance, walking down an old, slightly broken wood path.

"Dream!" You called out, rushing over. Colliding into the green man, you almost knocked him to the ground.

"Y/N?" Dream laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. Softly, he thumbed a finger over your shirt. "What are you doing here?"

Grinning, you pulled the mask away. You got on the tips of your toes and kissed him. It wasn't an answer, but you've gone so long without him that you deserved some kisses.

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I-, uh, I missed you."

"Oh," Dream's face was soft when he pulled away. Gently, he muttered back. "I missed you too."

Giggling, you pulled him down for another kiss. It was softer than your other kiss, sweeter. You leaned closer, not wanting to stop.

Dream pressed a hand to your back, deepening the kiss. You both missed this, it seems.

"What the hell?" Someone shouted, shrill and horrified.

Pulling away, your eyes met a young teenager who stumbled back into an older man. The dyed blonde next to them shifted uncomfortably when you looked at them.

"Tommy," Dream said, emotionless. Your brows furrowed and you pulled away from Dreams arms. "What are you doing here?"

"We were heading to Tommy's embassy and then we caught you smooching with some random stranger," The older man said, eyeing you curiously. It was unnerving. Like they were trying to disect exactly what you meant to Dream. "Who are you?"

"I'm Y/N. His fiance." You said. Glancing between Dream and the group of odd people. "Who are you?"

"They're nuisances," Dream gripped his diamond sword tightly. "And they shouldn't even be stepping foot on this side of the SMP."

"Dream," You grabbed the arm holding the weapon, gently lowering it. "They're not violent. You're picking a fight for no reason."

Dream looked at you, his eyes softening up. Glancing back at the men, who were watching you warily. Almost as if you were silly for attempting to calm your fiance. Your fiance sighed, gently brushing away hair from your eyes.

He pulled away quickly, focusing back on the group. "Wilbur, you're lucky that Y/N is here. I'll let you go today."

The British man nodded, pushing Tommy forward and sparing the other a quick look. They passed by quickly, but they looked at you like you had stopped the apocalypse.

"Thank you," You softly told Dream, picking up his hand and pressing a quick kiss to the palm.

Dream sighed, more tired than they had been earlier. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. Those people are just-, they've been causing problems in the SMP."

"It's okay. Just don't go picking fights when I'm here. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

Dream smiled at you, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. Before you could pull him down for a real kiss, Milo meowed.

"What was-?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed. Pulling away, you took your backpack off quickly and gently set it on the ground. Milo jumped out, circling your legs before going up to Dream. "This is Milo."

Milo meowed at Dream. Dream blinked before he sighed. Kneeling down, Dream gently reached out a hand. Slowly, Milo pressed his head into their palm.

"Aww," You cooed, kneeling down beside Dream. It was wonderful that you got to be here with him. You loved seeing the way his eyes glittered with gold in the sunlight and the pretty way his freckles popped out when he blushed.

Milo curled between the two of you. It was your own perfect family.

{《☆》}

[Dark undertones? In my fanfiction? Never.]

[Milo is best boi btw. Also, this was supposed to be way more angsty. Like, reader sees Dream beating up Tommy in Exile and dumps his ass angst.]

[Next one is a Fundy one and then another Dream post.]

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Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.

And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.

"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.

"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.

You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."

He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.

"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"

Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.

Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.

"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."

Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.

{《☆》}

"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."

You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.

Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."

Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.

As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.

It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"

"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.

Until he started killing again.

Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.

Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."

You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.

Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.

"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."

They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.

His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.

The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.

{《☆》}

[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}

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totenkopfe ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[900+ words]

Description: Being a god is hard when you're not the one with power. As you ponder this, a certain god comes to chat. (Dream x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You spread your fingers wide, feeling the familiar curls of magic spread over your mortal form, encompassing it in more power than a normal mortal could handle. The withering grape vines held delicately in your hands come back to life, bright green leaves embued with your power blessing whoever decided to use them with the finest wine for years to come.

And as it always did when you used your magic to save your lifeblood, another god came to see who was messing with his.

"You again," Dream said, their mask fixed over their pointed nose, ever-calm and regal. "This is the fifth time this hour?"

"These are new and they are so weak. I must save their vineyard, they supply my biggest followers." You cast another hand to a few weak vines, thumbing a crumbling leaf between your fingers as it's too far gone death decays once more. "The nation is suffering from X-dee's happiness, for it has not stormed in many a night. If this goes on even the child cannot sing these plants better."

"I suppose that is true," The overseer of death looks upon the rows of decaying life and they sigh. They lift their own hand above yours, resting softly on top of yours as he pushes his magic into the air. For all the mortals' cries, Dream is not the god of death. He is the overseer and he is the judge but he is still fair and he is kind. The plant hums beneath your finger, back to life easier than it's known in weeks. "The mortals do not deserve your kindness, O'estatic one. They are greedy and one day they will mark their own end."

"And one day, albeit far later than theirs, so will we," You flip your hand to press your palm to his, sharing the most emotions in the easiest way godhood allowed. "We are not all-lasting as Chaos or Order, we are simply here as long as humans will it so. And not all humans are thieves or scoundrels, and not all thieves are scum amongst angels. As most humans are, I've found them to be complex."

You turn to your plants, sighing as you trail a vine. "Such fickle things, letting such irrationality guide their lives for so long, letting fear and indecisiveness plague their thought when if they thought to ration, would find people do not simply hate them for breathing. For what reason for plants if not humans to enjoy them, a fine wine such as the ones we lay to be created may never be tasted and appreciated because the right person decided for everyone else that nobody wanted them. I find that they are horrible things, but not for their own vile acts, but for the ones coming from a wrongfully good place."

"I haven't had such time to think like that," Dream admits, coming to your side. Here, so close to you, he tips the mask back from his face. Such opposing foes as yourselves, to think of each other as so close. Their lips are parted ever so slightly, his gaze focused on nothing as his mind runs.

"I only ever have time," You sigh, fixing the gold bands on your wrists. "You run a kingdom, I run a vineyard. Time is not something you come about sparingly, not without reason."

"So what is your reason?" Dream turns to you, his human-like freckles standing out amongst pale skin. It was always ironic to you, how someone who looked so human was so disconnected from them. The thought never lingered long,  drowned out by prayers from newly-wed wives asking to be blessed with child or for drunkards for the best wine, sometimes even from the occasional person questioning their gender and pleading for advice from the god known as their patron. "Surely a god as kind as you would have loyal followers."

You shake your head ruefully. "The drought has either killed them all away or shown the ones whose faith had always been waivered. When I showed no help in ending it, even if only for it being out of my control, they had chosen their stance and switched patronage." Now your time was filled with visiting your still loyal followers, as few and far in between as they were. Laying small blessings upon the bastard child's head for green thumbs and fixing a quick wine for the laboured mother who wished for a break.

Dream frowned, emotions so humane they were written like scriptures upon his face and detailed in his eyes curve and forehead wrinkles. "I apologize, O'estatic one. I had not thought of how the drought might've affected the ones still based here."

"It is my hometown," You shake your head even if Dream does not understand the meaning behind your words. "Perhaps I was not raised here but my mother's blood spilt on these holy grounds for me to be born godly. I will bless these as my home for as long as the land remains."

"I'm aware," Dream shakes his head although he does not argue. Fixing a gentle stare over the vineyard, he extends his arm to you. "Our work has been done for today though. Come for a visit to my kingdom. It has been a while since our last dinner."

"Alright," You place your hand gently on his forearm and like a godly voice had not saved these plants, disappeared within a gentle breeze of wind.

{《☆》}

[YOOOOOO I'm tired but I literally can't sleep lol I just watched ranboo's phasmophobia stream with bilzo and this one long af dnd video with Slmcc and I'm basically on the equivalent to drugs rn (/j)]

[I really don't have anything to say except my back freaking hurttsssss]

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