#sapnap hurt/comfort

[pomellon]

Okay, I’ve been thinking more of the Dragon Valley AU and since people liked the tags on my small little posts so far I typed out the beginning for you!

To recap for anyone who missed the first post, this is a Stardew Valley inspired au with a dragon twist! Punz inherits farmland and everything on it from an unknown relative, including a dragon egg which was delivered to him due to its high value, only for it to hatch before he can figure out what to do with it.

The au will include Funz and Drunz, and eventually lead into Funzwastaken, but the beginning is heavily focused on platonic Punznap with Punz figuring out how to care for this little baby dragon!Sapnap that suddenly ended up in his care. 

Since this is a modern fantasy, dragons aren’t rare but when people keep them as pets they’re usually pygmy or pseudo dragons that don’t grow much bigger than a cat. Sapnap is already the size of a cat when he hatches so Punz knows for sure he’s not either of those, but the vet he takes him to can’t determine a breed so they have no clue how big he will get. 

Punz does contemplate just dropping him off at a shelter at first. He has a small single-room apartment, works long hours at a boring desk job, and hardly has the energy to even game or chat with friends when he gets home. A pet is definitely not something he needs, yet he can’t help to grow attached.

Sapnap is a silly little thing, not used to his limbs and body, constantly stumbling around and trying to keep his balance by flapping his tiny little wings. He’s constantly tumbling and flopping over but it never seems to bother him, always getting right back up to keep exploring or playing with the toys Punz gives him. He’s also clearly attached to Punz, squawking in alarm when he loses sight of the human and constantly curls up in his lap, or on his feet should he be busy, stubbornly wrapping himself around Punz’s leg if he’s moving around too much. 

As luck would have it he’s the perfect size to fit in a backpack and Punz's place of work allows pets as long as they’re quiet and well-behaved. So yeah, Punz keeps him, and a year in Sapnap starts talking to him, telepathically. Up until then Punz has felt the dragon's presence in his mind from time to time, but only emotions and often when Sapnap has tried to communicate a want or need. It was surprising at first, but Punz has heard about that being an ability some dragons have so it doesn't freak him out too much and he gets used to it pretty fast. 

Words are a little bit more startling though, but Sapnap isn’t too chatty at first, his favourite words simply being “NO” and “MINE”, usually used together when Punz is forced to pry the hatchling’s mouth open to remove inedible or dangerous items.

Year two gets a bit more challenging. Sapnap is now the size of a medium-sized dog, he’s a lot more chatty and very opinionated, often accidentally distracting Punz and getting him in trouble for not listening or paying attention. He also gets braver and more curious, sneaking away from Punz’s work desk to explore the office and more often than getting into trouble.

One such time was when Sapnap clung to Punz’s insistent thought of wanting to get up and get the energy drink he left in the office fridge, but having no time to do so. Sapnap decided he would be perfectly capable of helping his dear human himself, so he crawled out from under Punz’s desk to venture into the kitchen. This of course turned into a disaster as Sapnap attempted to scale the fridge shelves, resulting in them crashing down to the floor and spilling various food content and liquids, including Punz’s energy drink, all over the place. Sapnap would find himself attached to a harness tied to Punz’s desk the following weeks, Punz just barely managing to keep his job after that incident.

Year three is when things start to get difficult. Sapnap is now the size of a very large dog, he’s a lot more active and harder to control, and his fire pouch has started to develop. His size makes it difficult for Punz to travel with him and his new ability to chuck up burning bile or accidentally sneeze little breaths of fire makes him a hazard most people don’t want around.

Punz again takes him to a vet who suggests surgically removing Sapnap’s fire pouch, which Punz quickly refuses due to Sapnap’s alarm at the suggestion. A loud mantra of “My fire, my fire, my fire, MINE, can’t take, DON’T TAKE!!” bounces around Punz's head until he manages to calm the dragon down and assure him he won’t let the vet take his fire. Instead, at the vet’s second suggestion, Punz gets Sapnap a fire collar which simply goes around the dragon’s neck to add enough pressure to stop fire bile from coming up.

Despite this Sapnap is quickly banned from entering the metro, no longer small enough to fit in any kind of bag and being declared a safety hazard, forcing Punz to leave the dragon alone for long hours at home. He isn’t all that surprised when he returns to a trashed apartment a few days after the new arrangement, but it still causes him a whole lot of stress and frustration. His funds were already running low after vet visits and the increasing amount of food Sapnap eats on the daily, so he doesn't have much money to spare to replace broken items or any damage the dragon might cause to the apartment. On top of that Sapnap insists on spending time with him when he gets home, showing little regard for the human’s growing exhaustion as the dragon keeps him awake at night to play.

Then one day Punz gets a call from his neighbours that they heard the fire alarm go off and they smelled smoke from his apartment. They had already called the fire department but wanted to let him know what was happening. Punz instantly leaves his job, ignoring his manager yelling after him that he will be fired if he leaves, all his concern being on Sapnap and praying the little dragon hadn’t trapped himself in a fire.

As it turned out it wasn’t quite that serious. Sapnap had managed to wiggle his fire collar around and the shifting pressure had caused him to throw up some fire, but only enough to leave a scorch mark on the floor. It had been enough to trigger the fire alarm but the dragon was fine and overjoyed at seeing Punz coming home earlier than usual, Punz’s landlord however, was not too happy.

The moment Punz gets back home they give him an ultimatum, either get rid of the dragon or get evicted.

Punz isn’t sure what to do. He’s just been fired and now he’s stuck with the choice of getting rid of Sapnap or becoming homeless. He’s very upset with the dragon at the moment but doesn't want to act on rash emotions, so instead he just ignores Sapnap for the rest of the day as he cleans the apartments and tries to figure out his options. 

Meanwhile, Sapnap grows increasingly restless and worried the longer he’s ignored, he heard and understood the landlord’s words too, at least some of them, and “get rid of the dragon” won’t leave his mind as he tries to figure out what he’s done wrong. He’s still just a baby, all he wants is love and affection which is something he’s been getting less and less of the past few days, and now Punz is ignoring him. No matter how much Sapnap keeps waking in front of him, butting his head against his legs, or trying to nuzzle his snout into his hand, Punz isn’t giving him any attention and Sapnap starts to feel more and more panicked.

At the same time, Punz is getting more frustrated that Sapnap won’t leave him alone, still trying to keep a cool head and not snap at the dragon. This eventually leads to Sapnap trying to snap at Punz’s phone, which the human is focused on trying to look up work and new apartments, just as Punz goes to shove his snout away, resulting in Sapnap biting down on his hand.

They’re both stunned by this and Sapnap instantly lets go, surprised, and they just stare at Punz’s injured hand, tiny pinpricks of blood slowly welling up. It isn’t until the pain registers and Punz lets out a gasping hiss that Sapnap understands what he’s done. Guilty, fear, and panic finally consume him as he cries out in distress and dash to hide under Punz's bed, screaming into Punz’s head “I’m sorry I’m sorry didn’t mean to I’m sorry don’t get rid of me don’t leave me I’m sorry!”

The distress is so sharp that Punz almost feels it as his own and he struggles to get up to patch up his hand. He takes a moment to calm down, Sapnap still crying and whimpering under his bed, before he crouches down to coach the dragon out. He’s tired, but he reassures Sapnap he’s not mad and apologises for ignoring him, doing his best to explain his point of view to the dragon who keeps sniffling and apologising for biting him.

They end up sleeping in a pile on the bed once they’ve both claimed down, Sapnap completely tuckered out due to emotional exhaustion. Meanwhile, Punz struggles to fall asleep, still trying to figure out where to go from here. 

He knows he can’t get rid of Sapnap, pretty sure he couldn’t even if he wanted to, which he doesn't. The thought of no longer feeling the dragon’s presence in his head should be a relief, but instead it's haunting. It already feels weird being apart when Punz had to go to work, the distance between them dulling their connection. It had made him anxious in a way he can’t fully explain, and having Sapnap with him now, warm scales coiled around him, makes him feel calm and at ease despite their situation.

He can’t get rid of Sapnap.

And that’s when he remembers the farmland. It’s a ludicrous idea really, Punz has no idea how to live on a farm, he has no expertise that could help him get a job or work in the countryside. But it would be a perfect place for them to live, no one could tell them what they could or couldn’t do. Sapnap could spend how much time he wanted outside, explore to his heart's content, and maybe even stretch his wings for the first.

Punz has no clue how he will make it work, if he can make it work, but he makes the decision then and there to keep Sapnap and figure the rest out along the way.

#pom talks #dragon valley au #punz #sapnap #platonic punznap #have an almost 2k words long explanation of the set up for this au #they're not even at the farm yet #some hurt and comfort cuz Sapnap is a distressed baby dragon #also yes the fire collar is an issue and it's not good #Punz just follow the directions of a vet who has no clue about Sapnap's specific dragon breed because he has no idea what else to do #Foolish with set this right later #Foolish will set a lot of things right later #and so will Dream #Punz and most of the world are just clueless when it comes to true dragon breeds cuz they're pretty rare #these aren't saurian dragon btw just kind of traditionally dragons #may or may not make different dragon designs for these dragon characters

[zero-to-zero-to-zero-again]

Cold Nights And Fox Friends

Word Count: 1,432

TW's: Accidental Fearplay, Intentional Fearplay (brief), Mentions Of Death (brief), Referring To Someone As "It" (also brief)

Characters: C!Dream, C!George, C!Sapnap

Summary: Dream gets caught out in a winter storm and needs a place to stay for the night. He finds a place, alright. It's just not as...vacant as he'd hoped.

Cold fic! Everyone stay warm for the holidays! <3

Dream was so cold. So cold that he couldn't even feel the white, icy matter pressed against his skin as he shuffled through the waist-high snow. He gave his numb wings another pitiful flap before allowing them to droop back down behind him. No dice. His eyes scanned the wintry landscape around him. The snow left a fuzzy, white blur over his vision. Of all the times to get kicked out of his place, why'd it have to be on the night of a blizzard?

If he squinted, he could just barely make out what the more cynical part of him was apt to brush off as a mirage. There was no way he could have stumbled across a live fire in the middle of nowhere, was there? He approached with a cautious spark of hope igniting in his chest. It was quite possibly the only thing keeping his legs moving.

He dared to shuffle ever closer. A cave. He wasn't very fond of caves. Too many predators made their homes in there. However, he was far more fond of caves than the whipping, wintry winds slashing away at his skin.

He hardly even hesitated as he stepped up to the mouth of the cave-a decision it didn't take long for him to regret. The instant his foot touched the stone, it was quite clear that the fire hadn't miraculously appeared there by some act of God. Rather, it was made.

Made by two beasts who laid there bathing in the heat given off by the flickering flames. Dream retreated back a step. Maybe he would have better chances of surviving out there in the cold. In the end, the decision was made for him. The wind had shoved him onward and covered up his tracks to ensure he'd only succeed in losing his way if he tried to set out once again.

He swallowed thickly. He carefully approached the burning logs with his head on a swivel. With any luck, the pair of canines would remain lost in their peaceful slumber and he could simply leave either when his wings thawed or the storm subsided. Whichever came first.

Unfortunately, there was one thing Dream forgot. He would consider himself many things. Strong, swift, cunning. What he never considered himself was lucky. And with no random bout of fortune on his side, he soon found himself trapped in an intense, amber gaze.

The fox lifted its head slowly, pointed ears aimed directly at him. It let out a soft snarl. Its snow white companion stirred but never woke. The fox's eyes never left Dream as it growled a little louder. Hardly even a twitch from the other. It almost seemed to roll its eyes before letting out a sharp bark that ricocheted off the cave walls, echoing straight back into Dream's ears. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who heard it.

The white fox's head snapped up. Its blue eyes were narrowed as it glared at its orange counterpart. It wasn't long before both predatory gazes found their way to Dream. He raised his hands up placatingly. Obviously they were intelligent enough to build a fire so maybe they were intelligent enough to hold a conversation?

"Um, h-hi," he greeted them sheepishly. It was a bit hard to fit words around his relentlessly chattering teeth. "Great weather, huh?"

The white beast seemed wholly unamused. It continued to glower at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, daring Dream to continue rambling just so it had a good reason to do away with him. The sparrow sighed.

"Look, I promise I'll be out of your fur as soon as I can. It's just really c-cold out there and I can't even see my hand in front of my face. P-please I would be b-b-beyond grateful if you let me stay."

He offered the pair the most charming smile he could muster. The corners of his lips spasmed with even the slightest movement.

The pair of foxes exchanged a long glance with one another. The conversation was silent, practically telepathic. The only indication of deliberation was in the subtle twitches of their faces. Ultimately, the orange fox's pleading puppy dog eyes seemed to win the argument.

The two nodded in unison. The platinum fox's head dropped back down atop its paws while the other turned to look to Dream. The nod was brief but it was all he needed.

He let out a sigh of relief, practically melting beside the fire.

"Th-thanks," he muttered. He curled up as tightly as possible, hugging his knees close to his chest. The heat was heavenly once he actually began to feel it. The radiation gradually worked its way up to his skin to gradually thaw the parts of him that were frozen solid.

He dared to shut his eyes just to soak in every second of bliss. He was so engulfed in the heat that he failed to notice the click of claws against stone behind him. The fuzzy warmth wrapping around him nearly startled the soul straight out of his body. He sat bolt upright with a gasp, gawking at the orange fur encircling him.

He traced the tail back to its owner, who only laid there drowsily gazing at him, oblivious to the heart attack it had nearly just caused. There was a soft sigh from behind him.

"Don't touch that thing, Sapnap," a drowsy voice chastised. Dream whirled around to find an almost human boy reclining by the fire. If the blue eyes weren't enough of a clue as to who this was, the white, triangular ears atop his head surely did the trick.

A shifter. Just like Dream.

The boy managed to convey just as much irritation in his shifted form as his animal form. Bored eyes squinted down at Dream, his lip curling ever so slightly in disgust.

"Oh, come on."

Dream's hair stood on end at the sound of the second voice far too close for comfort. He dared to pivot on his heel to find yet another shifter towering over him.

"Look at how cute he is!" the second shifter cooed.

"He won't be as cute when he gives you the plague," the platinum-haired shifter was quick to point out.

"Birds don't carry the plague."

"Everything carries the plague, idiot!"

Dream nearly got whiplash from keeping his attention divided between the bickering pair.

"Uh...I don't feel sick," the sparrow interjected. He immediately regretted saying anything at all. The two stared at him. For just a moment, he wondered if they were thinking about tossing him out on his rear just for having the audacity to talk to them.

A hard pressure gently ruffled the mess of golden locks atop his head. He flinched away from the touch but it seemed to follow him.

"See, George, he's the picture of health."

The white-haired shifter-George, Dream presumed-scoffed.

"If I told you I was dead, you'd start mourning," George retorted.

Dream chuckled, cutting his own laugh off abruptly when George's focus sliced back to him. The fox shifter didn't seem quite as cross with him as before, tight expression going slightly slack.

"But I guess he can stay," George grumbled, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the small shifter. He turned over on his side. In a blink, the human-ish boy was no more. In his stead lay a fox that Dream would almost assume was already fast asleep if he didn't know any better. Sapnap giggled.

He finally removed the blunt of his claw from Dream's head, opting to trace a line up and down Dream's arm with it instead.

"He likes you," Sapnap remarked quietly.

"That was him liking me?" Dream demanded, matching the fox's volume. "I'd hate to see what he does to people he doesn't like."

Sapnap only tittered. He pulled his hand away all at once. Dream nearly toppled over, mortified to realize he'd been leaning into the soft touch to the point that he was using it to keep him upright. Sapnap's head tilted skyward. His mouth opened wide as he showed off each and every sharp canine the size of Dream's head.

Dream gave into the contagious nature of the yawn. When he opened his eyes, the orange fox had returned. Its heavy eyelids fluttered shut. Dream followed suit not long after, bracing his arm beneath his head as he laid down on the cool, cave floor.

An orange tail coiled loosely around him. And maybe this wasn't the safest place for Dream to spend the night but in that moment, he'd never felt warmer.

#g/t #g/t fluff #mcyt g/t #giant!sapnap #giant!george #tiny!dream #fox!george #fox!sapnap #g/t writing #giant/tiny #hurt/comfort

[buckarooey]

DNNers and Star Wars enjoyers! I’ve been working on and off of my big DNN SW AU!

It stars Mandalorian Bounty Hunter Sapnap, and Jedi Padawans Dream and George! They go on a road trip through space and fall in love by the end, but that’s when the real trouble begins!

My outline for the fics (thats right, plural, bc I want to go by the 3 episode structure as well as oneshots) are in the link provided. I hope you love it as much as I do!! Its only the general outline, and so so SO much more is going into it!!!

#sapnap #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotnap #dnn #DNN Star Wars AU #plsolsosls ive already put so much into it #gays in space but theres hurt and comfort and LORE and and and

[leefallengay]

oh how rude of me, to bring my thoughts in your bedrooms

TW: depictions of an autistic meltdown

TLDR: Karl has a meltdown, and his boyfriends are there to comfort him through it :)

(title from "song for a guilty sadist" by crywank)

Karl walked through the doorway to the homey apartment, heart pulsing in his chest, sight blurry, and hands shaking. He could hear the electricity, the tapping of keys, the hum of the aircon, the faint music from down the hall, and the quiet chatter from the TV. He felt like he could hear everything. It all felt like too much, but he needed to keep himself together, as having another meltdown would be embarrassing. He was supposed to be normal, or rather he needed to be. How else could he be there for his boyfriends? For Sapnap and Quackity who gave everything they could for him? Letting himself go would be selfish, and another burden on their shoulders. So he squared himself up, tossed his bag and shoes next to the doorway, and darted for the bathroom.

He kept the lights off, and took deep, long breaths to try and keep himself at bay. All he has to do is say hello to his husbands, and then lock himself back into the bathroom, he’ll be fine. He reached into the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing the cold water onto his face, hoping it would help. But unfortunately for him, it did the exact opposite. He felt the wetness seep into his pores, and it made his face feel heavy and soggy. 

Tears brimmed his eyes as his fists clenched and unclenched. It took everything in him to not scratch his skin off to get rid of the awful feeling. Instead, he grabbed a nearby towel, rubbing his face into the fabric. But even that felt offensive against his skin, and he let out a shallow sob.

He frantically wiped his eyes, breathing deeply, before darting out of the bathroom. I need to get this over with, he thought, sauntering over to one of the rooms down the hall from the restroom, quietly knocking on the door. 

“Come in!” one of the two replied.

Karl cracked the door open, peeking inside, before being bombarded by the sound of the music, loud and heavy in the air. He had to resist the urge to cover his ears and scream for it to stop. It all felt like too much, his ears were starting to hurt from the stimulation. He felt the tears well up again, the frog in his throat clawing at him to be released.

Karl opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. His throat felt clenched, and he reached a hand up to scratch at it.

At that motion, Quackity raised his eyebrows, sitting up, “Karl? Babe, what's wrong?”

Upon not receiving much response other than Karl’s piercing stare, he shoved Sapnap for help, not really understanding what was wrong with the brunette.

Sapnap gave him a what the fuck? Look, before Quackity pointed at Karl.

“Oh, oh, oh.” It didn’t even take him another second before he got up, slinking over to Karl with as much gentleness as he could muster. 

He reached out to grab him, but as soon as he made contact, Karl let out a loud sob, recoiling in onto himself. He grumbled under his shallow breaths, and his whole body was shaking.

Sapnap looked to Quackity, his eyes wide and fearful. They didn’t fully understand what was happening, and were unsure of what to do. 

“Karl, what can we do for you right now, hun? We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Quackity whispered to him, laying a hand on his quivering shoulder.

Karl’s eyes were looking at the floor, and his hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. He reached them up, and made a grabbing motion. When the two didn’t respond, he took his hands, and squished them together. They looked at each other, then back at karl. “You want to be held?” Sapnap cautiously asked. Karl shook his head slightly, repeating the same motions. “So you don’t want to be held?” Karl shook his head harder, pointing at them, then at himself, and then doing repeating the movements again.

“Do you want to be squished?” Quackity asked. He had remembered Karl mentioning something about enjoying the feeling of someone putting immense amounts of pressure on him (or being squashed like a bug as he described it), and was hoping maybe that was the answer to this game of charades.

Karl shook his head up and down, tears finally spilling out of his tired eyes.

“Oh, baby, come here.” Q gently led them over to the bed, before positioning Karl into his arms, and signaling Sap to do the same.

After Karl had been safely sandwiched between them, he had reached his hands up to cover his ears.

Sapnap took the hint and shut off the blaring music, opting for the humming silence of the room.

Karl sobbed loudly, curling more in on himself. Q tightened his arms around him, squeezing him gently. At that action, Karl almost immediately calmed down, his body loosening and his cries quieting themselves (Q compared it to when you give a baby a pacifier, it was that instantaneous). 

Sap and Q looked at each other incredulously, before deciding to close in on Karl again.

His breathing evened out, and the boys took their opportunity to investigate.

“Karl, babe? Are you alright?” Q asked carefully, brushing a hand over his face.

Karl gently shook his head no, squeezing his eyes closed. Looking at everything was too much, the colors felt like lasers burning into him. 

“Can you talk, baby boy?” He shook his head lightly, he felt like if he had to hear his own voice, he would explode.

“Can you try?” Sap piped up, only to receive a smack from Quackity and a glare.

“I… I… loud, hurt.” Karl whimpered, his hands coming up to cover his ears once again.

Quackity gently removed one, and whispered “Hey, it’s alright. Are you overwhelmed right now? Is this a meltdown like the ones you were telling us about?” Karl frantically shook his head up and down at that, tears dripping out again. Sap made a small o-shape with his mouth, locking eyes with Quackity in mutual surprise. 

“That’s okay, sweetheart. We can stay like this as long as you need, okay?” Sapnap mumbled affectionately, curling around the whimpering brunette once again.

Quackity leaned down and gave Karl small kisses on his face, brushing his fingers through his hair gently.

After just a few minutes of this, the tall boy’s breathing had evened out, and his body was relaxed and still. No more fidgeting or scratching or shaking. He had finally calmed down, and unfurled himself from his ball, reaching out to hold his boys closer.

#karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #dsmp #characters not ccs #dreamsmp #they are boyfriends your honor #ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #follow me on ao3 #i post these on ao3 first #mostly comfort #hurt/comfort #fluff #they are in love your honor #they are gay your honor #they are so sweet

[rat-rosemary]

Okay I'm going insane, does anyone have Karlnapity fic recs? In progress ones are preferred but I will read anything

#karlnapity #just not hurt no comfort #havent been in the mood for it recently l #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #the mad ramblings

[floraannefauna]

Don’t mind me, just dropping off some DNF soulmate AU... archiveofourown.org/works/45757324

#dnf #dnf fanfic #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #dreamnotfound #soulmates #soulmate AU #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #never been more proud of a story

[amyelevenn]

HanaHaki Disease

PARING; c!Sapnap x gn!reader

SUMMARY; Sapnap doesn't love you the way you love him.

WARNINGS; vomiting, choking, blood, death

A/N; read so much on hanahaki i wanted to see if i could write it !! also my first sapnap fic, bit iffy but she'll be right

1.2k words - M.LIST pt 2

Mining was always a long, drawn out task that no one really enjoyed – for the first five minutes it can be kind of fun, but any time after that is just a straight decent into madness. But, what helped you power through was the person you got to do it with.

It wasn’t often Dream gave you much of a chance to go off and do things for yourself, so when he told you that he would be gone for a few days and could take the time to better your equipment, you had sprung on that opportunity. Working under his wing was no easy feat, even he knew that. He knew that every now and then you would need time to restock and upgrade, so you could perform better for him.

You weren’t overly ecstatic working for Dream – considering you practically just did his dirty(er?) work – but at least he introduced you to a few new cool people;

First, we had George – Dream’s best friend. He wasn’t always around, but the times that he was where the ones that you laughed the hardest. Despite the minimal memories, you two happened to bond really well.

Then, there was Callahan and Alyssa – those two were more of a package deal, which you weren’t made about. They always made you feel safe and included, leading you to trust them the most – well, second most.

There was also Sam, Tommy, Bad and Wilbur who were nice, but Dream didn’t want you spending too much time with.

Last, but most definitely not least, was Sapnap – or your mining buddy. He was always your favourite. You always noticed yourself blushing anytime he would talk to you, giggling at any joke regardless at how funny it was, or constantly finding a way to be in his company. He insisted you call him Nick, but Dream was strict from the beginning that you can’t get close with anyone but himself.

One night after you had gotten back from a huge day exploring, you overheard the pair talking, and decided to eavesdrop.

“Look man, I’m not trying anything, alright?” Sapnap grunted.

“Then stop flirting with them, they practically drool at the sight of you,” Dream growled, standing up from what you assumed to be his chair.

“Pshh, they do not.”

“They do. You’re a distraction, Nick, and I can’t have that.”

Sapnap scoffed. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

“I’ll get them to kill you,” Dream mused, not one trace of hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The door slammed open, revealing a rather dishevelled Sapnap storming out of the room. Luckily you hid in time, unseen by him. You stayed frozen for a minute or two, so as Dream wouldn’t know you were there.

After that night you hadn’t seen nearly as much of Sapnap as you would’ve liked, so that left you to presume their conversation had been about you. It hurt that Dream would treat you the way he did, but after all, it was part of the agreement that you would do whatever he instructed, no questions asked.

Three weeks had passed since then, bringing you to where you are now – Dream being gone and you underground in a complicated cave system with lover-boy himself, Sapnap. When he had found out you were going mining by yourself he offered to join you and you just couldn’t find it in you to turn him down.

Before you had even left your house to meet him, the first few petals came up. You didn’t think much of it, to riled up to think of anything but the day trip ahead. Discarding them in a nearby barrel, you ran down the prime path to me Sapnap out front of the community house. From there, you let him guide you to where he described as “the best place ever.”

“So, how ya been?” he asks, ushering you through a man made tunnel. “It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“I’m fine, how are you?” you reply, feeling almost blind in the pitch black.

“‘Fine’? That’s all you got? C’mon, you gotta give me more than that!”

You pause for a moment to cough, your throat becoming itchy as hell. You feel something fall into your palm, but are quick to discard it to the floor behind you, grateful for the darkness.

“You alright?” he questions, sounding rather far away.

“Yeah, fine. Probably just some dirt,” you chuckle dryly, well aware of what it really was. “Uh yeah I’m doing pretty good, Dream’s been pretty chill as of late.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” you could hear the smile in his voice, leading you to grow one of your own.

“How are you?”

He sighs, slowing down in front of you. “I’m doing alright, just busy I guess.”

The two of you converse for a while longer, only a few stray petals coming up here and there; it isn’t until a whole gardenia falls into your hands that you realise the real concern.

Sapnap had led you to a beautiful, lush ravine, guiding you wherever you wanted to go. You had made it a point to stand behind him at all times, so he wouldn’t see the bloody flowers coming out of you.

As you walked through an already looted mine shaft, you find yourself holding yet another flower – this time a nice white rose, now splattered with saliva and blood. Hastily chucking it behind you, you clear your throat to get Sapnap’s attention.

“Hey, what’s that disease called when someone start’s coughing up flowers?” you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck.

“Oh- uh, HanaHaki? As in the one about one-sided love?” he suggests.

“Yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, that one. What- uh, what do you know about it?”

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “Why?”

Ignoring the slow increase of how hard it was getting to breathe, you muster a low, “Just curious.”

He eyes you for a moment, clearly suspicious. “…right. Well, if someone has HanaHaki disease it means that they have unrequited or one-sided love, resulting in flowers growing in their lungs. Eventually the victim will start coughing up and vomiting the petals and soon whole buds, which means that the plant will grow so big that they can’t breathe.”

You click you tongue, scared by the new information. “Cool, sounds like a joy ride.”

“Don’t worry though,” he snickers, “you’ll never have to worry about it. Someone as pretty as you could get whoever they wanted.”

You feel your cheeks and neck heat up at the simple comment, quickly becoming at a loss of words. You mutter some incoherent nonsense and walk into another point in the cave, praying he wouldn’t follow you – which he did not.

The second you know he is out of earshot, you double over and hack up anything and everything in your throat, wheezing harshly as you do so. You curl into yourself on the ground, your head next to the fresh pile of scarlet-splotched buds and petals.

This has all happened so quickly, what the hell is going on?

I’m not dying…am I?

No… surely not…

Oh man this hurts…

I…I can’t breathe..

You try to call out for Sapnap, but all the comes out is a quiet groan. You know he can’t hear you, and that you can’t try again.

Well…this is how I die then…

At least it’s at the hands of him.

#hanahaki #sapnap #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst #hurt no comfort #major character death #ameswrites

[llitchilitchi]

I saw a tag on the au comic of George wrapping the burn from sapnap about making excuses to push that nothings wrong and it’s been churning in my head since, is George’s willingness to ignore the bad stuff something that gets confronted or addressed?

Like does George see it’s affects on dream or when a particularly bad reaction to a trigger gets worse? Does dream bring it up in anger about what he sees as a transactional relation (his life for George’s kingship) or when he pushes down his trauma too much and backfires? Is it something sapnap notices once he doubts dream’s trauma less or (if the situation with the burn isn’t the only time his anger hurts dream physically/mentally) is it guilt that sees how pretending nothing wrong is causing more cracks?

Or does it resolve slowly as they trust more and begin to see what’s really happened?

Sorry if this is too long or a bit confusing! I’m a bit of a sucker when it comes to angst that gets worse before the healing starts 😅

ohhh this is a juicy one, thank you anon

for a disclaimer I want to say that while a lot of the fun in this au is the exploration of how thoroughly toxic c!dream team would be if they were to team up now and address their problems in an in-character way (which is not addressing anything at all lmao), I as a major dteam enjoyer would feel far too guilty about not trying to fix their relationship. so while I have no plans of a direct confrontation of MR!George's attitude and blantant ignorance of issues at hand, especially not by MR!Dream, he will eventually have to face reality and change his attitude and live with the simmering guilt of telling Dream to suck it up after Sapnap defended the man who tortured him for months in his face.

before anything else, Dream does try to make the relationship as close to purely transactional as possible. he finds comfort in putting a pricetag on everything he does and doesn't dwell on anything that happens between him and George or him and Sapnap, at least not externally (though he does keep track of things, for his own safety).

George takes care of him, mentally and physically, but he never goes beyond what is absolutely necessary, and Dream very much sees it as a good thing! it gives him space he needs and the fact that George "doesn't care enough" to pry means that the relationship is transactional and not something much much deeper (even if it hurts and he wishes they could go back, sometimes). he treats it very much like c!dream treats his relationship with c!punz - definitely close, definitely friends, definitely give each other enough space and don't ask uncomfortable questions so they can keep a vague facade of both of them doing it for personal gain.

because George will wrap the burns, and he will check on Dream's injuries daily, and he gives Dream regen potions, and he holds him in his arms when Dream has a particularly bad panic attack, and he knows when to step back because Dream faced an unexpected trigger. but he doesn't ask what the trigger was, doesn't ask why Dream cried for Sam in desperation through a nightmare. and I will not say much more since the next comic should cover this (hint hint: dream has a fringe in this au despite the rest of his hair being long)

it does become significantly easier for them to actually notice things when they are willing to look though. when they actually think about the subtle changes, the flinch away from Sapnap's axe, the crease in his brows when Sam or Quackity are mentioned. it's an equal part of Dream revealing something after being pushed and the two of them being more willing to listen after he has said (in Dream's opinion) far too much.

but the resolution is a slow process. threads unravel on their own when given enough time. and once the unraveling goes too far they can't go back, so might as well make the best of it and maybe for once, in a quite out of character way, sit down and communicate.

tl;dr: it's a mix of natural progression of time and a series of incidents that prompt them to actually confront their views and properly talk. there might have never been much of a change without Sapnap pushing until Dream snaps, or Dream having a moment of weakness and telling Sapnap how he views his attachments, or him melting into the familiarity that is George's hands cupping his cheeks as George counts to 10 and Dream slowly remembers how to breathe.

#monarchy restoration au #asks #dsmp #the eternal battle of 'there is comics for this I will draw them in the future' and 'i dont wanna brush off all asks I get with 'lol SOON'' #I still think that some of these things are subject to change depending on how I develop other aspects of the AU #especially the later parts #Im a huge softie that wants everyone to make up and get along but Im also a sadist who wants to push the angst as far as I can go #the real question is 'how far is too far and beyond repair' #and what will Sapnap and George have to do to prove to Dream that the shit they said and did was result of their own ignorance #and how much would dream be willing to have either comfort him #how out of character would it be of him to cry? #how much hurt/comfort can I fit into their dynamics for it to make sense and not just be completely different characters #I walk a thin line #ngl the best way to describe dreamnap relationship in the au at first is the attachments comic except sometimes it results in the argumens #and dnf in this is very much summed up as the two panel 'dream look at me' snippet I drew #gentle demands and gentle hands but they are demands and orders nonetheless #anon if I made no sense or sounded stupid Ive yet to have my coffee I am so sorry

[phantoids]

My gift for @curoopeez for the @mcytblraufest

A room of swords based manhunt/dsmp au set after the events of the dsmp, of course altered a little to fit the AU. This obviously focuses on the Dream Team, and was super fun to write!

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Room of Swords (Webcomic)

Relationships: Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound, Clay | Dream & Sapnap, Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Sapnap & GeorgeNotFound, all relationships are platonic

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Sam | Awesamdude, Alternate Universe - Time Loop, Crossover, Manhunt Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate, Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Chases, Hurt/Comfort, emphasis on the comfort, Amnesia

#void writings #mcytblr au fest #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp dream #dsmp george #dsmp georgenotfound #dsmp sapnap #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dream team #manhunt au #amnesia #hurt/comfort #emphasis on the comfort #canon divergent au #canon divergence #sorry for the late gift but hope you enjoy it!!

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: Dream SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing:  Alexis | Quackity/Karl Jacobs/Sapnap

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Karl Jacobs, Sapnap, Alexis | Quackity

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: "I'm sorry—" Karl's voice cracks, voice trembling while he holds Sapnap in his arms, the pool of blood spreading further. "I'm so sorry, my love—" He couldn't stop it–

"Fuck." Quackity cursed through gritted teeth while tears were rolling down his cheeks. They were going to lose their fiancé and they couldn't do anything about it. Dream has gone who knows where, the only one with the knowledge of the revive book. "Fuck!"

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 1,602

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: post-canon, apocalypse au, major character death, blood and injury, angst, hurt/comfort

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” || 100 Ways to say “I Love You” Challenge Prompt#26

100WTSILY Masterlist

AO3

A/N: this is a disclaimer that it’s the characters and not the content creator themselves. other than that, i hope you like c!karlnapity angst :>

"I'm sorry—" Karl's voice cracks, voice trembling while he holds Sapnap in his arms, the pool of blood spreading further. "I'm so sorry, my love—" He couldn't stop it–There was no other choice. He didn't know what to do—Why did he do it?

Sapnap, his loving (dying) fiancé, smiles at him. He smiles at him like he wasn't the reason he is dying — it's his fault. Sapnap was about to kill Quackity, and Karl didn't have a choice but to choose between his mind-controlled fiancé or him. There was no hope for Sapnap. The Egg has completely taken over him.

"It's not your fault," Sapnap whispers, and it sounds too quiet—too soft for him. He turns his head and faces Quackity, who's been silent the entire time; his hand gripping his bleeding shoulder, while smiling softly. "It's neither of your fault."

Karl sobs and buries his face in Sapnap's chest, not caring that blood is being smeared on his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Sapnap— I didn't mean to—" he choked out the words, gripping his bloodied shirt tighter. His hands are trembling and he doesn't know what to do.

Quackity still says nothing. Instead, he looks at the abandoned enchanted netherite sword lying down next to him; the same enchanted sword that's been used to take Sapnap's last life. Then.

He looks away; looks away and tries to ignore that Sapnap tried to kill him earlier. It wasn't Sapnap; it was The Egg. They didn't want to join them and The Egg commanded Sapnap to kill them. And Sapnap was about to kill one of them—him—but Karl stepped in the way and stabbed Sapnap before he got the chance.

And now here they are; devastated while their dying fiancé looks content that he didn't kill them.

"Fuck." Quackity cursed through gritted teeth while tears were rolling down his cheeks. They were going to lose their fiancé and they couldn't do anything about it. Dream has gone who knows where, the only one with the knowledge of the revive book. "Fuck!"

"Quackity…" Karl whimpers and Quackity snaps his head to look at him. And he looks like he's on the verge of breaking down while still clinging to Sapnap like it's the only thing keeping him sane. Cheeks stained with blood, Karl doesn't wipe them away while big fat tears roll down his face.

Quackity frowns, but he moves closer to them and grabs Sapnap's hand while squeezing them tight. (He ignores how cold his hands are when they're supposed to be warm. Warm like the fire; like safety; like comfort.) He lowers his head while he whispers a prayer as he lets the tears fall down. After that, he gently kisses Sapnap's knuckles. He looks up, and he sees how Sapnap looks at them softer—fonder.

"I'm so sorry…" Karl repeats like a soft mantra despite how raspy his voice sounds or becomes more muddled together. Because it's his fault that Sapnap's going to die — his fault that he wasn't able to find a way to stop The Egg or get Sapnap to the Prime Church in time. Maybe he can go back in time to try to prevent this future, but he doesn't know what caused it in the first place and how long The Eggpire has been planning this outcome.

"Live longer for me…?" Sapnap asks, and Quackity could feel his life slipping from his fingers. Quackity could do nothing to stop, but he squeezes his hands in reassurance. Sapnap doesn't need a verbal confirmation for him to know that they'll do it—even if it's hard for them.

Karl is shaking, trying to control his sobs, but that doesn't work. Why would it? He's been crying ever since the sword went through Sapnap and he hasn't stopped since. Sapnap looks at Karl and Karl looks back at him. He's a mess. So dirty and disgusting, but Sapnap still looks at him like he's seeing the most beautiful person in the world.

"Take care of each other…" Sapnap whispers, his breathing getting raspy and he's pale—palepalepalewhyishepale? Why does he look content? Why isn't he trying to live longer? Why is he accepting that he's going to die?

Sapnap closes his eyes and takes his final breath.

Their heart stutters and neither of them says anything. Karl's uncontrollable sobs are the only thing that is heard. Quackity tries to feel a pulse on Sapnap's wrist, but there isn't any. He's gone—gonegonegonegoneforevergone.

But—

Sapnap looks at peace, like he's still asleep, and he'll wake up soon and look at them like he's looking at his world; his universe; his everything.

(They all are.)

"It's not your fault, Karlos…" Quackity says when he notices Karl is slowly spiraling into a breakdown, his eyes swirling and flickering between golden and purple; a sign that Karl wants to go back—back in time; before the apocalypse happened; back when they were all still together; back when Sapnap is still alive. "We couldn't…" Quackity pauses, unsure how to word it. "There wasn't another way…"

"There has to be another way—!!" Karl snaps his head and looks at Quackity with a devastated expression; hopeful yet so, so hopeless golden eyes that break his heart at the sight. "I could travel back in time and stop this future from happening and have Sapnap back with us. We'll all be happy again and—!"

Quackity releases Sapnap's hand (ignoring how it falls limp because he's deaddeaddead—) and cups Karl's cheeks with both of his hands. "Karl…" he says to stop Karl from spiraling and doing something impulsive and reckless. "Please…" He wants it too but– "... it may be a happy future for us, but you'll be the only one who remembers what happened."

Karl blinks and looks at Quackity. His lips are trembling, the tears never stopping while he considers his words—barely— "But I want us to have a future together and get married like we promised…"

And they both know that even if there is a chance that they will survive from this apocalypse, they wouldn't marry without all three of them present there for the wedding.

"You're going to lose yourself if you keep doing it," he softly says while wiping the blood and tears away. "You know what happened the last time you used it…" his eyes are downcast, ignoring the sudden flash of pain when he moved his shoulder, "... We don't know what will happen next."

And, unfortunately, Karl does remember what happened the last time he used it.

It didn't end well for him, for he had forgotten who his fiancés were and his panic had resulted in accidentally going back in time while bringing them along. It involved a lot of questioning, wondering where they were and what happened; arguments between the three of them, mostly from Karl; figuring out what he had to do; a lot of convincing to get his memory of them back, which didn't work for a while because he didn't bother trying to remember who those "strangers" were; then they had to work together to find their way back home; Karl ends up dying and got sent to the In-Between, along with the other two (who kept on hovering over him, thinking he had lost a life from it); and weeks or months of effort in trying to get his memories back.

Which worked because Karl is still here; alive and well (as well as he can be during an apocalypse), sometimes with a jumbled memory that his fiancés didn't have a problem in helping him remember.

"But… it's my job to protect the server…" he argued weakly, and he's not sure if what he's saying was true anymore. Every timeline he ends up in always gets destroyed. And when peace happens, it only lasts for a few weeks or months before everything goes wrong.

"And when will that happen?" Quackity asks, and Karl stays quiet. "When is it your turn to take a rest?" When Karl doesn't respond, Quackity sighs and leans in to press a soft kiss on Karl's forehead. "It's time to take a break."

"I don't know… I…" Karl looks at Quackity. Then he sighs, slumping over while he leans on Quackity for support. Maybe he should. He's done his job far too many times that he's lost track of who he really is and his fiancés. "Maybe it's time to stay in one timeline… I've seen far too many."

Quackity lowers his hands and holds Karl as tight as he can, his body trembling from exhaustion and from losing Sapnap, their other fiancé. Karl also holds him as tight as he can, neither of them letting go of each other.

They can deal with the rest of their problems later.

Because this is the first ever time that they felt at peace after being on edge for months, wondering who the next one is going to be infected by The Egg.

It's time for them to close their eyes and take a rest.

(And long, long minutes after that, Karl and Quackity would bury Sapnap's body in where they were supposed to live together.)

(Karl would leave pink and red carnations on top of where his body laid before tackling Quackity into a hug and letting it all out.)

(Quackity will hold Karl as tight as he can, letting the tears fall while he looks at the grave they made for Sapnap.)

(They only have each other left and they will do the best they can to protect the other, even if it means sacrificing themselves.)

#100 ways to say i love you #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #karlnapity #karlnapity fanfic #c!karlnapity #tw character death #tw injury #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfiction

[owlwithatypewriter]

Lay Bare Your Sins: Chapter 2

AO3 Link Previous Chapter CW: Politics, swearing, mentions of character death(s)

"Halcyon? Really?"

"It means 'a time of peace and prosperity'!"

"It sounds pretentious."

"Isn't that your entire brand?"

"PHIL!"

~*~*~*~*~

Wilbur hates press conferences. They're long and tedious and the suits he wears are always itchy - no matter how much he washes them or what fabrics he brings to the tailor, the suit jackets are always hot and heavy on his shoulders, the ties strangling like a snake in the deep jungle. At least he's not in a three-piece this time - in fact, he's not sure his dad will ever get him in one of those monkey suits again, not after this.

His super-villain (and how Phil hates that title, but Wilbur doesn't mind) attire is much simpler - a thick leather trench coat over a skin-tight shirt, which is covered with light-weight carbon-polymer armor. Fingerless gloves (fashionable and functional), thick pants with more armor, and dark combat boots. A maroon beanie covers his unruly curls, and a silver opera mask covers the upper half of his face and swoops down to cover part of his left cheek. Unlike the rest of his costume, the mask is exquisite, the gold music notes carefully emblazoned in gold a stark contrast to the dark motif the rest of his clothing carries.

Yeah, much better than navy wool and red silk. 

The rest of the heroes and villains at the press conference are all in full costume as well, despite their secret identities having crumbled the night before over pizza and exhaustion and the difficulty of eating a slice dripping with cheese while keeping delicate ceramic and precious metals clean. Then again, the room is crammed, wall-to-wall, with reporters and cameras. Nobody wants their true identity revealed - not yet, at least. Now when everything is still unsettled and raw.

Phil is standing beside President Schlatt at the podium, announcing the creation of the Halcyon Coalition and the systemic dismantling of the harm the Hero Commission did to the city. He's wearing his green and white robes, and the wide-brimmed hat lined with a heavy veil that shields his face from sight. His wings - large, black, flawlessly preened - are tucked against his back, held low, non-threatening. Skimming over the gathered reporters, Wilbur spots two who are avian hybrids, their own wings held tense. They're not the only ones nervous - the entire cast of reporters are anxious, the feeling palpable in the small room. They're jittery, and those jotting down notes instead of facing the cameras have dark circles beneath their eyes. He doubts they've slept in the past three days.

Three days. The complete collapse of a government system in three days. It was extraordinary, according to Techno (though not the fastest in history, and Wilbur had tuned out his brother's ramblings as he began talking about something called the 'Independent State of Catalonia'). Impressively, they'd had most of the press on their side the whole time. While the Blood God killed Dream, Jack (who tended to work behind the scenes, despite being an important part of team-villain) had delivered both physical and digital copies of everything they had on the Hero Commission and Dream to every media outlet in the city - from the large L'Manberg News Corp to the smaller district-specific newspapers. 

The reporters took their duties seriously - every bit of information was scoured and reported on, from the illegal hybrid laboratories to public funds set aside for soup kitchens and homeless shelters being pulled away to pay for lavish parties and material goods for the Hero Commission board. Television shows, reality programs, even commercials were shoved aside in favor of 24/7 reporting on everything that was being revealed. Reporters from various channels chased each other, rivalries forgotten as they built on each other's discoveries to lay out just how corrupt the system had become. And now they had been assembled, over-caffeinated and pressed cheek-to-cheek, watching the leader of the city and the man they'd accused of major crimes for the last decade lay out how the world would work in the future.

"Our first priority will be shutting down the illegal hybrid labs," Phil - the Angel of Death - explains calmly, "as well as the hybrid-trafficking and black market rings that have been set up in the city. The nations of Hermitcraft and Hypixel have agreed to lend us help as we clear these organizations out and will support our efforts to rescue every person affected by these horrible places. Anyone with information about them - any information at all - is encouraged to share what they know. We have a website set up for people to submit tips, completely anonymously." 

Schlatt is nodding along, following the script the Angel had discussed with him before inviting the press in. "While the Halcyon Coalition focuses on that, I will be working with my staff and representatives of all city agencies to ensure that all of the soup kitchens, homeless shelters, and food pantries closed by the Hero Commission in the last decade are reopened and fully stocked and staffed. Anyone interested in volunteering and assisting in cleaning and repairing the buildings, or staffing them once they are reopened, is welcome to call City Hall or go to the city website to learn more about applying." The normal lazy drawl Schlatt usually has when addressing the press is absent - he sounds tired, but determined.

The prompter attached to the podium continues to scroll, but before the Captain can take her turn to start talking about the measures the city will be taking for the next few weeks to keep civilians safe during this drastic change, a woman (one of the avians, a red-winged blackbird) stands from her chair, hand thrust in the air. Without waiting to be called on, she loudly blurts out, "How can we trust you?"  

A murmur runs through the reporters, several shuffling uneasily as the cameras pan over them before refocusing on the front of the room. Wilbur glances at his brother - the Blood God, with his half-face boar mask and sweeping red cloak - who is staring straight ahead, jaw clenched. The Angel glances at Schlatt, who looks ready to try and spin an excuse, then at the rest of the assembled heroes and villains, before turning to the reporters with a sigh. He reaches for his face, and Wilbur feels his stomach plummet as the hat is removed, and a thin black gaiter pulled to rest around his neck.

There were audible gasps from those gathered, and Wilbur knew exactly what they were seeing. A middle-aged man with deep laugh-lines and silver-blue eyes, with straw-blonde hair that brushed his shoulders and an amused little smile pulling one side of his mouth as he took in their shock. Even Schlatt, who'd been speaking to the villain non-stop the past three days and who prided himself on being on good terms with the civilian, is shocked. 

Philza Craft stares out over the reporters and grins.

The head of the largest corporation in the city - Corvid Inc. - rocks back on his heels and ruffles his feathers as he soaks in the stares, revelling in the reveal. The millionaire (billionaire? It's unclear, due to how much charity work comes from his personal fortune) glances over at Schlatt, who manages to snap his jaw shut but can't quite pull his eyebrows back down from his hairline. For a long, long moment, nobody speaks, and it seems like nobody is going to.

Wilbur sighs exaggeratedly and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet with a flourish, making his movements large and sweeping ("The audience in the back needs to be able to see what you're doing", his theater teacher had told them, "so make your movements big and noticeable!"). He's keenly aware of everyone's eyes on him as he ruffles through the billfold, before pulling out a hundred and holding it out to Techno. 

The Blood God radiates smugness as he plucks the note from Wilbur's hand, grinning widely as he crams it into his pants pocket. "I told you," he rumbles, voice changer deepening his voice and carrying easily through the silent room, "less than a week and he'd out himself."

The two can tell that Phil is barely holding himself back from fondly calling them 'little shits,' but that would be too identifiable to the press. They'd long been in the public eye as Philza Craft's adopted twin sons, after all - he'd been caught on camera referring to them with the affectionate insult more than once, usually after Wilbur dragged Techno into some kind of disaster that ended up televised (they still weren’t allowed in the Sweet Frog downtown). Good times.

The Captain clears her throat, bringing the room's attention back to the podium. Phil turns back to face the reporters, several of whom are still reeling, including the red-winged blackbird, who is still standing. Phil shoots her a kind smile, ruffling his wings a bit.

“I hope this answers your question, MIss…?”

The reporter blinks, then answers, “Kristin Watson, Featherweight News.”

“Miss Watson,” Phil repeats, “I have always held the safety of this city and its citizens as my highest priority, both publicly and privately. When the beginning corruption of the Hero Commission came to my attention ten years ago, I did my best to assist those impacted from the shadows. Unfortunately, the Commission used that against me and labeled me, and those assisting me, as villains. Hence the,” he gestures to his face, giving the hat still in his hand a little flap. “You may not trust the Angel of Death, but I do hope you can still trust me.” His smile softens, small and genuine, as he focuses it on the reporter.

She flushes and nods, wings ruffling along her back as she sits down, scribbling furiously on the notepad balanced on her knee. There are still a few reporters who look unsettled, but most have calmed at the sight of the city's beloved benefactor behind the Angel’s veil. There was almost no one in the city who had been untouched by his generosity, after all - especially in the lower districts. He’d sponsored schools and soup kitchens and homeless shelters, and his firm had dozens of paid interns in all kinds of fields, giving brilliant kids in tough situations the opportunity to grow and succeed. The explosion six months ago had taken place in one of his botanic research centers, the boy killed one of those very interns. The man had been devastated when it happened, in tears when he spoke of young Toby Underscore’s death at a press conference. He and Schlatt, who worked together to better the city for years now, had leaned on one another at the funeral as they buried the president's son. 

And then information had come out, pinning the explosion on the Angel of Death and his compatriots, and the city had become enraged, calling for his blood. The half-year since had been filled with escalating battles between the heroes and villains, the former pushing the bounds, causing more and more injuries, coming close to killing a few times. The latter had been just as enraged at the accusations, lashing out from the shadows though rarely rising to the baited battles the heroes tried to draw them to. Vigilantes had dropped back, watching the big names battle from afar, unwilling to join in without the resources or healers on hand to back them up.

It made sense, now - the Angel was Philza, and Philza had been torn apart by the death of a young man he was in charge of teaching and protecting. Being falsely accused of orchestrating his death explained the escalation when the heroes and villains did manage to meet, but more than that, it explained the unexpected stretches of silence. The thick files and dangling keychains of USBs that had been delivered to each media outlet suddenly made a lot more sense - Philza had been preparing his final blow, changing from merely trying to reign in and restore the Hero Commission to destroying it completely. And it had paid off. 

The awards ceremony. The video interrupting the cheesy slideshow exalting the heroes. The crystal-clear hidden camera footage of Dream in his office conferring with someone about the explosion the day it happened, watching something - undoctored footage, most likely - and remarking on the idiocy of the man who flicked a lit cigarette to the floor near the fertilizer storage room. Whoever had set up the camera (Warden, most likely - he was a tech genius, one of the many things that made him so dangerous) had made sure the audio would be picked up as well. It captured the report of Toby Underscores death coming over the radio, it captured Dreams thoughtful hum, it captured him suggesting to the other person (who wore a hood and had yet to be identified) that perhaps they could use this to frame the villains, to encourage Schlatt to take more drastic measures against the 'scourge of the city.'

"After all," Dream had said, leaning back in his chair, hands folded behind his head, "they DID just murder his son in cold blood. We can use this to our advantage." 

Wilbur was fairly certain that if Techno hadn’t gotten there first, Schlatt would have killed Dream with his bare hands, powers be damned.

“Thank you, Mr. Craft.” The Captain gently nudged him away from the podium. “Right, let’s get back on track.” She begins outlining city-wide changes, explaining how the heroes, vigilantes, and police officers will be working to keep an eye on the streets to avoid any more rioting. A curfew is suggested, though she is sure to explain it won’t be strongly enforced at this moment as long as nobody sets another Hero-based business on fire. There are still members of the Hero Commission who haven’t been arrested yet, she is sure to remind them, and there’s no telling what they’ll do now that they’re wanted criminals. It makes the streets dangerous, she emphasizes, and asks for anyone with information on them to use the same tip website Phil had mentioned earlier.

“One final thing of note,” Phil slips back behind the podium as she finishes, “Pandora will be shut down as quickly as possible.” 

There’s an immediate response, people speaking up angrily at the idea of criminals being released to run freely on the streets. He gives them a moment to rant before raising a hand, requesting silence. “We are not releasing dangerous criminals into the streets,” he corrects them, “but there are plenty of enhanced people who have been imprisoned for no reason other than refusing to work for the Commission. My good friend Upswing,” Phil gestures to the not-quite-villain, not-quite-hero, not-quite-vigilante with a sweep of his wing, “has agreed to offer the services of the Las Nevadas lawyers in going through case files and dismissing charges against those who were wrongly convicted. As for those who are actually guilty of their crimes, a new prison will be built that is more…humane.” 

Behind him, Warden shuffles. The once-hero was responsible for the creation of Pandora, and while he took pride in his craftsmanship, he did admire what it was used for. The destruction of the prison had been a constant point of contention between the two, a common argument that arose when the two were left alone together for more than a minute. Phil had finally won out with the agreement that Warden could design a new prison to replace it, as long as it was humane and safe, and not just a windowless torture chamber for the imprisoned. 

“I believe that is everything we wanted to address,” Phil glanced between Schlatt and the Captain. “We’ll start working on improving the outer districts immediately, and if anything important comes to our attention we won’t hesitate to call another conference.” He pauses, taking in the confused expressions of the reporters before his words click. 

The outer districts. Not the lower districts. 

It’s a small thing - a simple rewording, but he can see those who grew up on the fringes of the city, in the low-income and collapsing neighborhoods, lighting up at the renaming. Outer. Not lower. Because they are just as important, and stand just as tall, as those born in the city center. 

A few reporters raise their hands, shouting questions, but Schlatt shoos them off the stage and through the door to the greenroom, responding ‘No comment!’ to the reporters as they leave. As soon as the door swings shut, cutting off the clamor, he’s running a hand down his face, pausing with it clasped over his mouth as he stares at Phil, who gazes back with an amused head tilt.

“...I need a drink.” 

~*~*~*~*~

Philza being the Angel of Death dominates the news cycle, alongside the intended content of the press conference. Wilbur makes sure to snatch up every newspaper that has pictures of his father - both recent and old - and is especially delighted to see his face on a gossip magazine, superimposed beside the blushing reporter he’d spoken to. That’s one to frame, he decides, buying a second copy and shoving it in his bag. He’s out of costume for the moment, though not out of character. Today, however, he is playing Wilbur Soot-Craft, the adopted son of Philza Craft and doting son home from college to assist his father in running the business as he handles the black market. 

It’s all an act of course - the Covid Inc. board, all hand picked and implicitly trusted by Philza himself, has the day-to-day running of the company well in hand. Phil will need to occasionally sign off on some papers, but nothing earth-shattering will happen while he steps away. But Phil doesn’t want anyone knowing Wilbur or Techno’s true identity, so they’ve agreed to ‘step in’ and help out the family business, hiding away in their dads office each day while actually running their own investigations. Thanks to Charlie (loaned by an annoyed Upswing, who hadn’t expected his generosity to be revealed at the conference) and his shapeshifting, there were multiple photographs and videos of Wilbur and Techno meeting with Echo and Blood God, killing any rumors of them being villains alongside their father. 

Someone had pointed out that Blood God and Techno both had pink hair, and Wilbur had swooped in, claiming that Techno was a huge fan of the big BG, so much so that he tried to dye his hair the same color. He even made up a story about a young teen Technoblade being so enamored with the villain, he tried to sneak out with his father one night and meet him, only to fall partially off the roof and crack his head open, thus the scar across his nose. 

“But,” Wilbur had finished the story with a flourish, beaming at the few reporters who had cornered him on his way to the bakery, “he didn’t care, because Blood God is the one who caught him when he fell.” There was a mix of titters and ‘awws!’ from those gathered, but before he could continue embarrassing his twin, said twin was hauling him down the sidewalk by the back of his shirt. “Bye ladies!” Wil called as he was dragged, shooting the three women a wink until he was dragged through the door of Niki’s Bakery and Cafe. 

“You’re an idiot.” Techno grouses, dropping his grip and watching WIlbur flail to regain his balance.

“Yeah but I’m your idiot.” Wilbur flutters his eyelashes, before turning to the counter, ready to loudly greet his best friend and show off his stash of Phil photos. Niki is not at the counter.

“Order something or get out, bitch.” 

#fanfiction #owlwithatypewriter #DSMP #dream smp #tommyinnit #philza #dreamwastaken #goergenotfound #SapNap #wilbursoot #quackity #technoblade #DreamSMP ensemble #superhero au #hero/villain #hurt/comfort #found family #worldbuilding

[sapchats]

my tummy hurts so so bad like oh my god Oh My God bro sapnap originally went in for milo and was gonna get him but naomi was so scared and crying and sapnap just couldn't separate them because she needed his brother and he's glad he got both because she's more comfortable when milo is there and i NEVER want to hear anyone call him mean ever again this man's heart is so soft and big he is going to love those kitties with everything he has

#s #n #m

[justpuppylove]

DREAM TEAM NSFW HEADCANONS

To start this account off right I neeeeedddd to share my nsfw dream team headcanons.

Dream✧˚ · .

-Hes an absolute thigh man. He sees your thighs and he physically drools over them. This man would beg to thigh fuck you and he’d for sure leave hickeys all over them.

-On that note, he loves giving you hickeys and love bites. They’re always very gentle though, they usually fade very quickly which gives him an excuse to do it all over again

-He’s for sure more of a top but at the same time he’d get into his knees for you. He’d let you think you have control only to flip you over and make you scream for him.

-He can be very rough with you but if he ever seriously hurt you he’d be in debt to you forever. No matter how rough he is with you he always checks on you to make sure you’re okay, he makes sure a safe word is established and that you’re comfortable enough to tell him if anything he does is really too much.

-This man gives amazing aftercare, he’s always the sweetest after he fucks you into the mattress.

Sapnap｡.｡➶

-He’s definitely a hard top, he loves to see you all fucked out underneath him.

-You can expect a really hard fuck by making him jealous, which is extremely easy to achieve. He needs you to know you’re his and he’ll do anything to hear you tell scream his name.

-He for sure has a daddy kink but he’s too embarrassed to admit it. Its always such a treat for him to hear you call him daddy, you can always use this to your advantage.

-He loves embarrassing you while you’re fucking, he thinks it’s so adorable how flustered you get because of him, it really boosts his ego.

-After arguments he always makes it up to you by overstimulating you all to hell, which is the opposite of his usual edging and teasing.

George ੈ✩‧₊˚

[this one’s gonna be controversial but I’m gonna stand by it idccc]

-George is more of a top. Although he will bottom for you occasionally he loves to have control over you. He loves when you’re a slutty mess for him.

-He absolutely loves head. Giving and receiving, he just loves it so much. Watching his cum spill out all over your face and looking you in your eyes while he swallows your cum are two of his favorite things.

-Pet names are his absolute favorite thing. Calling you bunny, puppy, baby, etc and watching as it turns you into a mess for him.

-He high key has a breeding kink, he begs to cum inside of you because he just loves filling you up with his kids. After a long round he stares in awe as his cum leaks out of you.

-He loves both praising and degrading. He loves being praised and he loves degrading you. It gives him such a power boost and cannot get enough of it.

Poly Dteam ❁۪ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

-They all love battling for your attention and they all get jealous if they don’t get it.

-They give you all the attention and you always end up w cum all over your body while they tell you how pretty you look and how amazing you did for them.

-They love how embarrassed you get by all the attention and they always tease you for it, they most definitely get off on it.

-Dream loves to sit back and watch while you’re absolutely ravished by the two other men, especially when he can tell you still need him.

-If you give one of them more attention than the other two the one you gave more attention to teases the other men about how they can’t please you like he does.

-The aftercare after a rough fuck from your 3 boys is always amazing, they all clean you up and give you their undivided attention. The cuddles are the best.

#dsmp #dream team #dream smut #dreamwastaken #dreamnotfound #lgbt nsft #sapnap #georgenotfound #headcanon #georgenotfound smut #sapnap smut #dreamwastaken smut #poly dream team #justpuppylove

[leefallengay]

if I were you, I'd be throwing up

TW: depictions of gender dysphoria

TLDR: Quackity has a rough day at work.

(title from "If I were you, I'd be throwing up" by crywank)

It had been a long day.

An extremely long one.

Quackity had been at work since 5 A.M., and was exhausted. All morning he had been called “ma’am”, “miss”, and “young lady.” All he wanted was to rip off his binder, take a scalding hot shower, put on one of his boyfriends shirts, and crawl back into bed with them.

He sauntered through the dimly lit halls, closing himself into the bathroom. He quietly flicked on the light, removing his clothing as he made his way over to the shower. 

He did his absolute best to stay focused, to not indulge. But the flash of color in the mirror to his left caught his attention.

He glanced over, eyeing over his figure, He was slim, but still had meat on his bones. He had prominent collar bones and wide shoulders. But what really caught his eyes were the mounds of fat hung off his chest. His wide hips, the thin waist, the rounded shape of his face, his almost too long hair that he’d been too lazy to cut. The way his groin was completely flat, the way his thighs were far too big, the way stretch marks adorned the inner sides of them. All of it was not what he wanted it to be. 

Too feminine. Too womanly.

Don’t even get him started on his voice or mannerisms.

It’s no wonder he got misgendered at work all the time. He’d think that same thing if he didn’t already know himself.

He tore his eyes away from the offensive imagery, option to look back at the shower. He bit his lip harshly at the thought of having to continue being without his clothes for the next while. The thought of his body just being out there made him sick.

Begrudgingly, he climbed into the shower anyway. He didn’t take his time. He scrubbed rough and ruthlessly, rinsing off with water that was too hot to be good for his delicate skin. He ripped through his routine with haste, climbing out and drying off as quickly as his stiff and tired body would allow.

As he looked around, he realized he hadn’t thought to bring any clothes into the bathroom with him. Which means he’d have to walk out in just his towel.

The thought made his eyes water, his face scrunch, and his shoulders close in on him.

He took a deep, steadying breathe, and decided that he just needed to get this the fuck over with.

He whipped open the bathroom door with as much speed and stealth as he could muster, before stalking over to the shared bedroom where he was sure his boyfriends were sleeping. He paused in front of the door, looking down to make sure that the towel covered his entire body. He had it wrapped around himself almost like a blanket, covering all the areas he deems unworthy of being seen or perceived.

With one final once over, he slowly and cautiously inched the door open, tiptoeing over to their large closet, He grabbed down a black t-shirt with some emo band on it that Sapnap would rave about every once in a while, and a pair of boxers that comfortably hugged his frame, but not too tight to be overbearing. He also grabbed his back up binder- the one he saved for really dysphoric days.

After he’d grabbed what he backed out of the small room, and gently closed the door. He scurried back to the bathroom to reassemble himself, not even sparing a glance at his boyfriends. 

He hurriedly pulled on his binder, throwing on the shirt over it. He relished in the way his chest flattened out, in the familiar pressure that provided him endless amounts of euphoria.

What he didn’t like though, was the aching, stabbing pain that accompanied it. But this was what he had to do if he wanted to be a real man, if he wanted to be seen as what he wished he was.

He trudged back over to the bedroom, carefully surveying the scene in front of him.

It was only around 11 A.M., so his boys were still fast asleep. They were curled up around each other, Sapnap’s mouth was open slightly, small huffs of air being pulled in and out of it. Karl’s eyes were barely open, peeking over at the ravenette with a small smile.

“Hey pretty boy. Want to join us?” Karl whispered sleepily, moving over to the side a bit to make room for him in between himself and Sap.

Quackity smiled, his heart fluttering with adoration. 

He climbed his way in between the two, and despite his best efforts to move slowly, Subpoena still stirred. “Mmmh? Q, that you?” He grumbled, his tired eyes fluttering for a second before resting on his lover’s. “Hi sweetheart. How’s work?”

Quackity smiled at him, laying down and pulling the two closer to him. “It was work,” he mumbled. “Nothing new, haha.”

Karl leaned over Quackity, looking at him thoughtfully.

“What’s wrong, bub?” He whispered, cupping his face gently.

Quackity stared up at Karl, blinking at him warily. 

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” He stated matter of factly, glancing over at Sapnap for some backup. But he only stared back with the same knowing look Karl was giving him.

Quackity looked back at the brunette above him, feeling as his hand trailed down his face, touching his neck, before brushing just under the collar of his shirt. He knew that Karl had felt his binder. He knew that they noticed it. He knew that they probably would before he even had the chance to settle in.

He instinctively recoiled, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear his blotchy vision. Karl’s stare softened, and both his hands came back to hold his face. His thumbs rubbed across his cheekbones, the feeling of wetness being smeared surprising him. He hadn’t even realized he’d started crying.

“Q, it’s okay to tell us when you’re having a bad day.” Karl whispered lovingly, his thumbs still running gently across his face.

Sapnap came into his view, “Yeah, we want to be here babe. All you have to do is say the word and we’ll do it, you know that.” He whispered, his tone filled with concern.

At that, Quackity let out a whimper, his eyes clenching close as he hunched in on himself again.

“But I’m fine! Literally nothing even happened today-”

Karl abruptly cut him off, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hun, if that were true, you would be wearing this,” he looked down at his chest emphatically, hinting at his way too tight binder. 

“And you know that it isn’t healthy, especially after you worked a six hour shift with it on.” Sapnap piped up, running a hand through his hair gently. 

Quackity looked between the two, at a loss for words. He was scared and tired and in pain. He didn’t know what to do.

Sapnap sighed, sitting up from where he was originally laying. “How about this; we take off the binder, and then you can be in the middle while me and Karl sandwich you. We can even kiss a little,” he winked.

Quackity gave a small smile in response, nodding his head.

“Good. Now come here sugar.” Karl gave a wide grin, yanking Quackity into his arms. He leaned over, beginning to plant copious amounts of kisses all over his face.

Sapnap joined in, kissing on his neck and shoulders. He then lightly shoved Karl off the giggling boy, aiding him in taking his shirt off.

“Is this okay, handsome?” Sapnap purred playfully, tracing his fingers along the edge of his binder.

Quackity glanced between the two, drawing his lip in between his teeth. “But, then I won’t look like a boy anymore.”

“Oh bub, is that’s what’s bothering you?” Sapnap said sympathetically. “You could have just said that, you dork.” He smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah, pretty boy. How could we ever see you as anything else? I mean, look at your big, masculine shoulders! Your strong jaw, your manly eyes, the way your mullet makes you look so boyish.” Karl giggled, running his hands all over him to emphasize his point.

“We could never see you as anything less. You’re our boy. Our sweet, manly, goofy boyfriend.” Sapnap leaned in and gently kissed him on his lips. Karl leaned in to plant more kisses along his jawline.

“Really? Because I sound so girly and my hips and waist scream ‘woman’ and everyone who doesn’t know me just thinks I’m a girl and-”

Karl cut him off with another kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him. “Shh, love. Those are people who don’t matter. What matters is how you see yourself, and those you care about see you. Don’t worry about some stranger you’ll never see again.” He smiled, running a soothing hand through his hair once again.

“I… I guess you’re right. But just go slow, okay?” He whispered, nervousness seeping through him.

Sapnap nodded, carefully tucking his fingers under the band around his ribs. He gave it a gentle tug, while Karl guided his arms up. He pulled the tight fabric up from around his torso, over his arms and shoulders, before tossing it onto the floor. He grinned at Quackity.

They absolutely loved how Q looked. Loved his curves, the marks, the way he got anxious at the idea of being vulnerable but trusted them with these kinds of things anyway. 

Sapnap leaned down, trailing kisses over his collar bone. “Is this okay, duckling?” he whispered, getting a curt nod in response. He trailed his kisses down, showering his supposedly ‘unworthy; and ‘feminine’ body with adoration and affection. Karl followed suite, continuing his kissing on Quackity’s face.

“We love you, pretty boy” Karl mumbled in between kisses. “So much.”

“So,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “very,” kiss, “much.” Sapnap let out a hearty laugh, curling himself into the boy comfortingly. 

“I love you guys, too.” Quackity beamed, eyes falling shut in contentment.

#dsmp #dsmp oneshot #karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #quackity is trans #karl and sapnap are supportive #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 #the boyfriends comfort him #they are so sweet #hurt/comfort #mostly comfort though #trans man #transgender #lgbt #they are gay your honor #they are in love your honor #go read this on ao3 #THIS IS THE CHARACTERS NOT THE CC'S!!!

[bastardbvby]

hurt (dream going over the drontroversies) / comfort (sapnap got two kittens)

[dollsbite]

☆ since i'm back on my mcyt brainrot and it's october:

dad!sapnap taking your young son trick-or-treating. the toddler, dressed in an adorable pumpkin costume, rides on his back between houses. your son tangles his tiny fingers into his dad's long hair as he takes in all of the spooky decors with wide, sparkling eyes. sapnap will comfort the young boy if he gets too scared or overwhelmed, sinking down to his height to coo, "it's okay, bud. they're just decorations - they won't hurt you, i promise." once the last doorbell is rung and it's time to head back to the car, sapnap wraps the boy's arms around his neck, securing his back with his other hand as he races down the sidewalk, your son letting out a fit of giggles and squeals.

dad!corpse spending the rest of halloween night cuddled up with you and your baby girl. though the party thrown by his friends was fun, his social battery eventually dried out. he did feel a bit guilty - feeling like he spoiled the festivities but you assured him that he was more important than some party. the little girl is fast asleep on his chest, still dressed in her bat costume, while you have your head resting against his shoulder. corpse can hardly focus on the classic monster movie playing on the tv, he's still in awe that this family was really his. the infant starts to stir, brown doe-eyes fluttering open. once she looks up at her dad, she gives him the biggest smile, flashing her growing teeth. "happy halloween, baby bat," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to her soft tufts of hair.

— [♡] ; reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you for the support

#ik corpse isn't technically a mcyt but i wanted to add him #i just love the thought of my faves and their babies <3 #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x reader #corpse x you #corpse x y/n #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #corpse husband fanfic #sapnap fanfic