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a pool of blood | dream

summery: You get hurt at the L’Manburg revolution, and Dream, your boyfriend is really scared he’s going to loose you.

request: “Hello! I loved bust a lip. I was wondering if you could right a fic with dream x reader during the dream smp. where the reader... OMFG I SENT MY LAST REQUEST WITHOUT FINISHING i’m sorry. I was watching cutis connor lmao. anyway im sorry again but where the reader gets really hurt and dream takes care of them.”

pairing: dream x reader

genre: phat angst and a lil fluff

word count: 2085

tw: blood, wounds, basically a really bad injury, swearing

note: hihi! this was a request, so thanks anon for sending it in. sorry its a lil late tho!! anyways, hope you enjoy and send in more requests!! happy holidays and happy new year!! :)

You stood by Dream as Tubbo took the stage after Wilbur handed the presidency off to him. You were still in a little bit of shock from Shalatt’s sudden death and Tommy and Wilbur denouncing the presidency, but you smiled at Tubbo as he made his speech.

“Well, I’ve been put on a spot here, I wasn’t expecting to be surrounded with friends, uh, enemies, which I don’t hate all that much, I’ll be honest. Thank you everybody, it’s been an honour.” Tubbo said, and it was followed by cheers from the crowd. You watch as Tubbo got congratulated and started to tear down the execution decorations that littered L’Manburg.

“Are we not going to help them?” you ask your boyfriend, and he exchanges a look with Sapnap.

“I need you to stay near me, love.” Dream’s voice was hard and you knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer no matter how much you wanted to help your friends. “You have to stay next to me, okay?”

You sighed and nodded. “Okay, fine. I will-” you were cut off by the sounds of fireworks and Tommy cursing loudly. Technoblade had taken out his infamous rocket launcher and started to murder the people around him. He emerged from the smoke, and approached Tommy who stood in shock at the pure chaos. You squished closer to your boyfriend, as he stood on a pillar with you, somewhat of a safe distance away from The Blade.

“You guys, listen to me.” Technoblade started. “I did not spend weeks planning this revolution, giving you guys gear, for you guys to go in and replace one tyrant with another. Don’t you see what’s happening here? Don’t you see history repeating itself? Do you think Shalatt was the cause of your problems? No! It was government!”

Dream brought you closer to the side lines of where Techno was, past Tommy and near Punz. “Dream, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be here.” you whisper as you watch Punz go through loot.

“Trust me, you’re better off here than there.” Dream murmured back, and you could sense Dream intently staring at Techno, almost anticipating something.

“I thought you said that Wilbur was the traitor.” you said accusingly to your boyfriend. Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms across your chest as you watched Techno continue to address Tommy.

“He is, but you know how Techno gets with the government. This,” he gestured at the stand off, “was bound to happen. Stay near Punz.”

“Dream, wait-” you started but he was already off trying to get some hits on Tommy. “Goddammit.”

“I see I was wrong to rely on people.” Technoblade said as he watched the fight ensue. The air was getting hard to breathe, and all you could see was smoke and ash. The ongoing sound of fireworks going off and people screaming for their lives echoed throughout L’Manburg. In the heat of the fight, you lost track of Punz, and was desperately looking around to locate Dream.

“The government ends here!” you heard Techno scream into the mass. You stumbled over your feet as you kept seeing the same red, blue and white flash again and again in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, get up.” you sighed in relief at the sound of Skeppy’s voice. You knew that the Badlands had allied themselves with the Dream SMP just a while ago, so you felt a little better around Skeppy than stumbling around looking for your boyfriend, your safe place.

“Skep- where’s Dream?” you forced out as he pulled you to your feet and lugged you away from where you last saw Punz. From your position, you could see Sapnap, and Purpled, but no Dream. Dread curled in your stomach, and you had an overwhelming sense to cry.

“Dude, I don’t know, but what I do know is that we need to get out of here. Now.” Skeppy stated as you pasted Techno. You could see the anger and excitement gleam in his eyes. God, it almost made you sick. He was an antichrist. But Technoblade was your friend, and he fought for L’Manburg. It puzzled you why he picked Tommy, Wilbur and L’Manburg over Dream and yourself, having been very old friends with the man. Now you knew. He knew that this was what he was going to get. Blood for the Blood God. He fought for this country's freedom, and killed its citizens. “I’m going to take you to Bad, okay?” Skeppy’s eyes clouded over almost as if he was trying to remember if you were a part of the plan.

You caught Dream’s neon sweater just before you heard him. His voice rang louder than the canons, a true display of the SMP leader. “You know who the traitor was?” Dream taunted Tommy. You broke out of Skeppy’s hold on your wrist, and tried to make your way to Dream.

“Dream-” you tried to call out to him, but Tommy cut you off.

“Who?” Tommy asked as he stood on a building overlooking the mess.

Dream looked for you after hearing your voice, easily picking you out as you carefully made your way to him. “Tommy, the traitor was Wilbur.” Dream stated carefully. He grasped your hand, and made ways towards the plaza, so he could truly look Tommy in the eyes, to see the disbelief in his eyes as the person he considered a brother was said to be a traitor.

“What? No, it wasn’t, Technoblade just fucking killed Tubbo! It was Technoblade!”

“No Tommy, Wilbur is the traitor.” you said as you looked up at the blonde.

“No, no, he can’t be.”

“Have I ever lied to you Tommy?”

Tommy took a step back. It was true. You never lied to anybody. “Where’s Wilbur? Does anyone know?” He so desperately wanted to prove you wrong; his eyes searched the crowd for his brother figure.

You heard it before you saw it. You heard the sizzle of the TNT beneath you, and the rumble of the ground under you. Your frightened eyes shot up to try to meet Dream’s but all you could see was the mocking face of his mask. The ground shook again, and you held onto Dream.

“Dream, what the fuck!” you screamed, as he pulled you away from the ground that was shaking violently. You had only heard rumors and whispers of what Wilbur was planning; Dream always tried to plan in secret, and Sapnap would only fill you in on the important details that Dream excluded. Apparently blowing up L’Manburg was a minor detail.

“Shit!” Dream cursed as he rushed you both to a place he deemed more safer.

But he was a little too late. The sky blazed a brilliant red and orange, and then you heard it, the huge noise that could only be compared to the time you helped Sapnap blow up an area of the SMP, but even at that, this was one hundred times worse. You shielded your face from the heat with the hand that Dream was not clenching on for dear life, and you could feel Dream and yourself fumble over the rocks and pathway that was being thrown about.

Then it got quiet. Silent. You squinted through the soot and ash in the sir. Dream stopped where he initially left you and turned around to hold your face with both his hands. His mask was lopsided, and darkened due to the soot stained on it. The one eye that you could now see was searching you, and you realized that he was talking to you.

“I can’t, I can’t hear you Dream.” You stumbled over your words, but you couldn’t hear yourself anyways. You heaved, inhaling the thick air with each word. The only thing you could hear was a weird static noise, and it felt like your head was underwater. You watched Dream’s eye widen as he looked you over and landed on your abdomen. Your brows furrowed at him, and you followed his gaze to your stomach and where you were standing in a growing pool of blood. Your fingers press on the fabric of your shirt and you look at the coat of thick liquid over them.

“Oh fuck.” you gasp. Your shirt was stained in blood and your pants were stained in blood and your shoes were stained- . Dream’s hands were now all over you; He had his hand pressed against your wound to apply pressure and one that was holding your face to look at him. That’s when you finally felt it. The shearing pain that ripped through you made you gag and your head spin. You could taste the salt from your tears as you started to cry from the pain. Dream’s shoulders heaved, and you quickly realized he was also crying hard. You saw Sapnap rush towards you and Dream, and pulled Dream away from you. You sank into the pool you created on the ground. You sluggishly watched as Dream yelled at Sapnap, almost lashing out at the man. Sapnap quickly pulled off his bandana, and gave it to Dream who sank down next to you and started to wrap it around your wound. Sapnap tried to reach over to help, but his hand got slapped violently away by your boyfriend. The pain was still pulsing through you and you could feel the warmth of the blood you were sitting in. You felt sleepiness drag over you, and you closed your eyes. It had been a while since you got a good eight hours of sleep, and maybe you could-. Your thoughts were interrupted by Dream nudging you and a streak of annoyance interrupted the pain momentarily.

Can’t he see that all you wanted to do was sleep? Sleep would block out the pain and you were almost there anyways. You felt Dream pick you up, and cradle you in his arms. You opened your eyes a little and all you could see was Dream’s face just overcome with worry and fear.

“Hey, it's gonna be alright.” you tried to say but your throat felt dry and you still couldn’t hear. All you could feel was Dream’s chest heave with every shuddering breath he took as you slipped into the void.

You woke up sweating. Your head felt almost clear and your stomach ached just a little. You looked over at the bedside table that housed lots of empty potion bottles and one regen pot. The body next to you pulled you closer and you sighed as the all too familiar smell of Dream washed over you. You glanced around the somewhat familiar room and recognized it as BadBoyHalo and Skeppy’s extra room in their mansion. You sat up, rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and watched Dream’s sleeping face with a small soft smile on your face. He hadn't changed out of his clothes, and you could see the netherite armor and mask he wore on a chair at the foot of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Bad asked as he walked in the room. You realized you could finally hear again as you looked at him.

“Could be better.” you said as you ran a hand through Dream’s hair. Bad watched your movement, and sighed.

“He was really worried, you know? He wouldn’t let anyone hear you and patched you up himself. He only let me come near you with the pots after you stopped bleeding. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so scared.” Bad told you. He gave you the regen, and you started to sip on it.

“That’s Dream for you.” you said as you finish off the potion. Bad collected the bottles and smiled at the both of you. “Thank you Bad.”

“Anytime.” His smile widened at you as he left the room.

“Is he gone?”

“Dream!” You shove your boyfriend, and wince at the sudden movement. Yeah, maybe, no quick movement for a while. Dream’s playful look disappeared, and his face shone with concern.

“We were so close to losing you. I was so fucking scared.” his voice was soft and your heart lurched at it.

“Hey, no, no, don’t worry. I told you. It was gonna be alright. We’re okay.” you hold Dream’s face and make direct eye contact. “I promise I’m okay, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Dream visibly relaxed and snuggled closer to you, putting an arm around your ribcage. “I love you. So damn much.”

“I love you too.”

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starklious · 3 years

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split lip | dream

Inspired from this prompt written by @whumpster-dumpster

summery: You split your lip sparring with Techno, and now you have to face your boyfriend, Dream.

pairing: dream x reader

genre: angst and fluff

word count: 702 words

note: hihi! this is my first fic, so please lmk if you like it, and send in any requests you have! :)

You knew he was going to be upset. Even after he told you not to go, you didn’t listen and look at you now, with a split lip and a growing bruise on your bicep.

In hindsight, sparring with Tommy was a good idea. You needed the practise, and you wanted to gain a better insight on enemy lines. That was until Tommy and you ran into Technoblade and he really gave you a spar. It wasn’t like you weren’t good at PVP, in fact, you trained really hard and were quite good. It was just the fact Techno has spent more time actually sparring and training you so he knew all your moves and how you thought when PVPing.

Anyways, fighting a rage quitting 16 year old is nothing like fighting the blood god, and you should have knew that. It’s not like you didn’t go down without a fight, even getting more licks onto Techno than he did you, the cut above his eyebrow and his torso were proof of that. It’s just the fact that he didn’t have an overprotective boyfriend waiting at home for him, just like you did. Dream was going to be mad, and you all knew it.

When you approached the house you shared with Dream, you started to get nervous. You could see the outline of his figure sitting on the porch waiting for you, as he always did when he got home before you did. It was usually endearing and nice to come home to a kiss and hug. But not today. Dream stood up when he saw you walk near the house and took immediate notice of your healing busted lip. You could feel his eyes searching yours through the mask as he took your face into his hands and looked for more signs of blood.

“Who did this to you?” He asked as he gently rubbed a streak of blood away. His voice was tight and you could hear the anger being barely constrained.

“You should see the other guy” You joked, as you tried to lighten the mood. You grasped the hand near your lip, and he tensed at your response and movement.

“God, babe, you have to be more careful.”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear. Techno and I were just sparring. Injuries were bound to happen, Dream. I’m okay.”

“I thought you were with Tommy today.” He said as he lead you into the house.

“I was, and then we ran into Techno. Any practise is good practise right?” You shrugged.

Dream sighed and removed his mask once he shut the door behind you. He hung it up and met your eyes. You could see the small fire behind his green eyes he always got when he got protective and you looked away from the glaring.

“Look, I just wanted some practise, and George and Sapnap were busy. I just wanted to contribute to the war and help you fight.” You explained as you sat down in a chair at the dining table. You ran a hand through your hair, and exhale a shaky breath. Your anxiety was sky high, and Dream not saying anything was making you sweat. Dream crouched in front of you and put his hand on your knee.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll always protect you.” He said gently as he tried to catch your eyes.

“God, Dream, you can’t always protect me! For once, I wanted to protect you too. You cannot always worry about me. You’re going to get hurt.”

Dream laughed and shook his head. “You act like you’re never on my mind.” He pulled you up as he stood. “Fine. If you want to advance your skills, i’ll teach you myself. They will never know what hit them.”

You smiled as your nerves started to shake off. “Seriously? You’ll spar with me?”

“Definitely. Just promise you don’t bust your lip again.”

“No promises.”

Dream brought you into an embrace and you relaxed your body and hugged him back. A overwhelming sense of calmness and security washed over you and your throat started to curl. You tighted your hold on him.

“Thank you Dream.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

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