cDreamza but dream, who keeps getting reincarnated, had met and been one of philza's lovers in one of those reincarnations. Phil, after helping techno save dream from the prison and seeing his face, only to recognize the face of his lover from oh so long ago, and accidentally calling him the wrong name, despite knowing it's not him. At least not really.
hope you don't mind that i'm also making it awesamdream. also hope that you don't mind me making it a bit suggestive.
the 'we find each other in every life' trope, except you're an immortal and you're discovering that a certain two people seem to find each other in the same situation again and again. you've loved both of them, in different ways.
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To Sam's credit, his new technology has been successful.
Philza made a point to keep half an eye on his old friend, if only to ensure that he keeps his promise from eras ago. If the boy cheats death again, Phil will intervene. Luckily for Sam, his safeguards, advanced weaponry, and village of adoring citizens have made Sam's life quite safe. It seemed that they elevated him to a royal status, undoubtedly thinking of him as a genius or a god, and his fortress was overseen 24/7 by a staff of trained guards.
One of these guards had beautiful, heavily-lashed green eyes.
He mewled sweetly under Phil's mouth, and cried deliciously under Phil's hands. Squirmed and writhed beneath the weight of Phil's body, tangled his hands in Phil's hair and feathers. His sunkissed flesh was made of lean muscle and scars, his hair and eyes made of captivating, autumnal shades. And when the king was away, Phil could sometimes claim him for himself.
Phil liked to pleasure him to the point of overstimulation, when his voice got high-pitched and frantic. And then they'd kiss, tenderly, until his heartbeat slowed again.
"I brought something for you," the boy said with a smile, naked beneath Phil's torso and slick with sweat.
"Did you?"
"Mm." Twisting so he could reach the nightstand, he pulled out a bottle of wine. "This was left after a recent dinner. I thought you might like it. It's very rich."
Phil sat up so he could take the bottle in his hands and examine it. It was labeled with a language he didn't recognize, and it had an illustration of grapes in red ink. "You didn't strike me for a lush, lad," Phil said.
"I didn't think I'd like it either, but... the King let me try some, a long time ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since." He propped himself up on his elbows, his strong shoulders and biceps stretching. "I'm sure it's... well, I'm sure you have things like this all the time. Angel of Death, or whatever. It, uh, probably isn't a great gift--"
"Hush. I love it." He planted a kiss on the boy's forehead. "The king let you try it, did he?"
"He did."
"You spend a lot of time in his chambers lately."
The boy's face grew red. "You saw that, huh?"
"I've seen plenty." He did his best to keep his tone and expression neutral. Judgement wouldn't help the situation. "Do you like it?"
"Huh?"
"His attention."
"I... I do. Very much so. It was my idea, the first time. He's handsome. He can be-- uh, possessive, but... I hope you aren't upset. I like your attention, too."
Philza was so far removed from the concept of jealousy that it took him a moment to understand what the boy was so worried about. Beyond his immortal wife, he's had many mortal playthings and even a few long-term partnerships. It was easy to forget that human morality often frowned on these types of relationships. There was a time when Phil himself warmed the 'king's' bed, too.
He passed a hand over the boy's chest, feeling the raised ridges of old scars. They've both sacrificed to keep Sam safe. And to what end?
"Not at all, mate. I just want you to be okay, that's all."
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"Show me your cheek, mate. I don't like that gash." Phil reached for Dream's jaw, but the moment his hand touched skin, he was slapped away.
Philza was familiar with scared dogs. He and Techno adopted a fair share of hounds who jumped from the sight of human hands. He knew he needed to be patient. Their bodies moved off of instinct; the bites weren't personal.
"Sorry. Sorry," Dream murmured. Though his face was turned, Phil could see that his eyes were wide with fear.
"All good. I shouldn't have grabbed you. I know better than that-- that's my mistake." With a sigh, Phil sat on the floor in front of Dream, a few feet away, letting the boy take his time and turn his face on his own.
He watched Dream hesitate, his chin tucked into his shoulder, wound hidden out of sight. He had to take a few breaths before he could face Phil.
Beautiful, heavily-lashed green eyes. Behind the mask, Phil had never seen them before. Except that he has, many eons ago.
He felt cold with shock.
He spent days with this boy, back when they were planning for doomsday. Cooked meals for him. Brewed tea for him. Helped him with a stubborn strap in his breastplate, watched him nap with the dogs. He watched Techno spar with him. He heard horror stories about what this boy has done, he listened to Techno while the piglin described his injuries. Yet he's never seen Dream's face until now, and he never noticed the similarities-- the way his voice faltered, the air of playful confidence--
"Oh--" Phil started.
Dream's brow furrowed nervously, and he tucked his face away again for a moment before he remembered what he was doing. A familiar blush spread across his cheeks. "Wha-What?"
Philza took Dream in his arms, saddened by how he tensed against the touch.
You never escaped him, did you?
i love c!dream because man went into a paranoid spiral after being given a book that grants power over death and immediately was like 'i need to find a way to contain Something Powerful like death itself forever' and then decided that actually the best course of action was to put himself into the giant self-harm box and thought that makes perfect sense, actually.
never look your doppelganger in the eyes
(manhunt!dream and c!dream meet; gnf ver; sap ver)
free him he did some of that but his haters are annoying
Warning for body horror (I think? No drawings just writing
The rest is under cut
(These are all in stages, the more you use it the more you progress, there’s not exact amount to break through the next stage, all just depends on the strength of the user)
Stage 1: starts with slight headaches, not too bad but still noticeable, there’s usually a specific spot where all the pain hurts the most, this is where the horn/s will come out
You may start to lose weight too, may be from all the fats turning into energy, and then magic
Y’know, from reviving
Stage 2: you start feeling lighter, this turns out to be your bones thinning and bone marrow disappearing (who knows where? (you’ll find out soon) Dream only figure out stage 2 when Quackity cuts off his leg)
You will feel very wobbly! Your bones are still adjusting to how light you feel (must’ve hurt putting on that armour, did holding the axe feel like it was going to rip your arm off from the weight?)
Stage 3: you start to feel a swelling headache, no longer a slight one, it’s so painful some flashes will make you lose your vision, but don’t worry, there’s still a chance to go back (your only chance out)
Stage 4: The point of no return is when your head starts to swell, for dreams case, this was the middle of the forehead, many with think they somehow hit their head and forgot, Dreams too smart for that, he figured it out pretty quickly
Final stage: For a while you’re skin will adjust, then, it’ll stretch, and stretch, and stretch, until about one inch protrudes from you skull, then it wants out quicker, it’ll grow quicker, your skin with start to grow irradiated and red, you’ll want to rip your skin out, the horn will do that one itself
Now the horn is different depending on your species, if you already have horns, great! You skipped a bunch of the steps, you will feel very unbalanced from the weight, like a drunk! Or you’ll want to drink to stave off the pain.
The bone growth doesn’t look smooth, it looks jagged like a tree branch, nearly willing to split off into parts, maybe it will.
What I’m trying to say is that it looks unnatural, but running from the natural cycle of death is also unnatural too no?
This doesn’t mean unicorns aren’t real, they very much are, maybe Dream was one, or could’ve been one (he was a baby in godly terms, horns wouldn’t have grown for a while) XD is, maybe if he practiced safer magic he could’ve had a smooth one, one that could’ve been shown off,
But no, he’s stuck with this disgusting abnormality on his head now.
i actually don't know what possessed me to do this all in on sitting . drawn on mspaint
what's your favorite thing to write on fics? and what's you favorite thing about all the menber of cdoomsdaytrio?
good question!!! i like writing things that are bittersweet and tragic. i like complex emotions and multi-level relationships. i like writing small gestures and everyday activities that reveal a lot about a character and their mindset. i like writing characters who change their minds. i like regret. and i really like medical stuff :)
as far as The Boys:
cdream: he holds his cards close to his chest, and i use that trait as a narrative tool in all of my fics. when cornered or challenged, he's childish. his words can hit hard, but they can also be stuttered and slurred and borderline nonsensical. he tries to reason with everyone. he likes to make deals, but he's bad at it. he wants to be understood, but he doesn't want to open up.
ctechno: i like how genuine and Himself he is. as opposed to the systems and governments that he hates, he's always really straightforward and addresses the grey area that he sees. he really cares about people. he doesn't want to fight, but he sees that fighting can do good, and he's good at it. he loves very deeply. he's protective.
cphil: i keep philza's immortality in mind with every scene i write, and i think that's a lot of fun! he's wise, but he's kind of detached from every situation he faces, and he takes mistakes to heart because he feels like he should know better. writing phil is such a fun thought experiment, and he can be silly and crude at times too.
the real sad thing is wil never needed to do anything big, extravagant or legendary to ever make his father proud. idk maybe to just exist was enough imao
absolutely. cphilza would be very proud to have raised a peaceful, artistic son. phil was never as explicit about entering retirement as techno was (probably because, as an immortal, that doesn't really mean anything) but he was happy to hunker down with his retired friend and presumably stay there until he inevitably outlived him. some of the most explicit on-screen advice we see cphilza give cwilbur is how to give a good apology. this isn't a man who wanted to raise a warmonger.
FF!Dream studying trigonometry and suffering (he's 8 years old someone tell his scientist dad that's way too early)
reminders for today:
if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.
if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.
mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.
if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.
if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.
if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.
your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.
did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. it was a miscarriage if anyone asks.
in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.
this is all i can think of at the moment, but i’ll be adding on to this as the day continues.
we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.
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