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Prince Lindworm

Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 7 Prompts: Fairytale AU; Healing

I went with the story of the Prince Lindworm. It's a Norwegian fairytale and OSP on youtube has a very quick video going over the story. [here!]

The basics of it are that a king and queen can't have kids, meet a witch who gives them instructions to have a kid that aren't followed perfectly, the queen gives birth to a lindworm that refuses to let the prince marry before him, and a maiden manages to transform the lindworm into a human spouse with some oddly specific items.

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Techno is not happy with this situation. He gets why it's happening, but he had zero impact on how the kingdom got to this point. He wasn't even born when the king and queen decided to use magic to have a kid then screw up the instructions so badly there's a lindworm threatening the entire court. It's something the king and queen should be dealing with and, he guesses they are, but how do they expect him to kill a relative of dragons? They're just going to be down one of their best knights instead of being able to marry off their son to another kingdom finally.

"You look like you could use a tasty treat," a voice says.

His head snaps up from the floor below him, staring at a woman carrying a basket of what has to be fresh made breads and pastries. She's wearing the simple clothes of the common folk, a long loved cloak over her shoulders as protection from the cooling weather. Her hair is a delicate pink much like Techno's own, yet the rest of her features strike out the idea they have the same ancestry.

"Uh, I'm fine," he finally says when he realizes it's been too long without a reply. "Just out for a walk."

"Hm. Well, you have the look of someone who's aware of their surrounding and you didn't even notice me," she retorts. "Come on. Talking about things is the best choice, but fresh apple pastries are a damn close second."

He not able to object a second time, the woman trotting off down a smaller path in the forest and leaving him to do nothing but follow her. She takes him to a cottage that's been loved and cared for. It's surrounded by a lovely garden filled with flowers, herbs, and fruits. Insects are fluttering around the entirety of it and he can hear squirrels chittering in the trees around them.

The woman opens the door, shoving him into a chair as she plops her basket on the table. She digs out a lovely looking pastry and wiggles it towards him. He gently takes it and-

Oh, this is delicious.

She laughs, "I'm glad you like them. So, do you want to talk about what is bothering you or just stick with the pastry? Promise I'll just be a listening ear."

And Techno finds himself spilling all of the information he can about what's going on. The fact that the king and queen are trying to get a marriage set for their son, but a lindworm showed up and reveled that it is the true first born of the couple and demanded a marriage before the prince everyone knows. He explains that they've already tried two princesses from different kingdoms and both have failed because the lindowrm ate his brides. How they have decided that the only way to take care of this is to marry Techno to the lindworm with the intention that Techno will kill him and they can finally put this whole thing behind them and move onto finding a proper match for their heir.

He tells her about how the king and queen ordered him to marry what is effectively a dragon with little more than the sword he's been using for years and is in no way suited for cutting through scales that resist lava.

The woman is silent through it all, simply passing another pastry over when his first is finished then sliding a warm drink as his words finally come to a stop. He sips from it, throat soothing from how much he talked and the warmth has his eyes drifting shut. It tastes good. A hint of apple under it that complements the flavor of the pastry. The warmth soothes the aches he hasn't realized he's been under such that he slumps forward to the table, resting his elbows on the table.

There's really not a feasible way out of this. He's going to die and it will be for nothing.

"...I may have some advice to help you in this situation," the woman says. She's looking past him into the distance, though there's nothing there when Techno takes a look himself. "Here's what you will need-"

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Dream is coiled in the room, listening to the footsteps of his 'husband' as they get closer and closer. It's just another attempt to get rid of him, to let his brother marry for their own goals and happiness. He refuses to let that happen while he's here. Not before he gets his own and since that won't happen, he'll get to torment them as long as he wants.

The door creaks open and he rises as his 'husband' enters.

He looks, bigger? No matter. Dream hisses at him, "Loose the clothes." They taste disgusting. He doesn't want to eat those things.

"You first," is snapped back, the man making no move to pull off the clothes.

He blinks, "What?"

"You want me to loose the clothes, you loose the skin."

Dream stares. It wouldn't be impossible. His scales always have been a loose so it should only take a bit of wiggling to get them off. If that's what he has to do to have his 'husband' loose the fabric, he'll do it.

It's a matter of minutes to shed his scales and he rises, lifts himself above the other to-

"I shed so loose the clothes," Dream hisses, eyes narrowing at the insolence.

The human bares his teeth, "I did."

He almost lunges at him screw the fabric in the way, but- But there is a pile of cloth on the ground. His eyes flick back to the human who's teeth are showing more.

"You want me to loose this layer," he says, lifting the top a bit, "you loose another layer of scales."

Dream stares at him. Now that he's looking closer, his 'husband' does look... odd. Lumpy almost. As though there are a few more layers of clothes still to be shed. It's a minor inconvenience to shed his scales a few more times and it's not as though he can't eat his scales after this.

So he sheds. And sheds. And sheds seven more times.

He's exhausted by the tenth, but too invested in this to back down. He can barely lift his head, though, and there's still another layer of clothes. His stomach turns at the thought of having to shed again. Everything is too tender and too tight around him. Strange feeling when his scales tend to the loose side of things.

His 'husband' steps closer to him, something in hand and it takes too long for his exhausted brain to recognize it as a whip. It snaps across his muzzle before he can lunge at him, burning as it lashes his fresh scales. His head is snapped to the side, eyes wide as the human grabs a bucket and flings it right at his face.

Liquid drips down his face and his head is too heavy to keep up. He falls to the ground. All of him burning and aching and breaking and stretching. He's sure this is the end. The king wasn't hiding that he was trying to find a way to stop him from getting his right and killing him would be the easiest. Especially now where he is exhausted and unable to defend himself.

But metal doesn't cut through his neck.

Warm limbs curve around it instead as his head is pulled into a cave of warmth and softness and calloused fingers are running over him. Dream aches in a combination of good and bad, but he can't say he regrets winding up in this position. Not now when it's the first time in his life he's felt a touch has not been intended to hurt. The first time he's not been in danger from things around him. The first time he's ever been in a spot to be vulnerable in as long as he can remember.

Fingers are running along his scalp, managing to find all the spots that have him sinking further into the hazy space his mind has sunken into. It's a nice spot to be in. Somewhere he doesn't have to worry about what's going on around him because someone else is going to be doing that. It means he's safer than he has been in he can't quite recall how long. It means he can take the time to relax for a moment.

He's pretty sure there's going to have to be a conversation once he's actually up for it, but for now his skin is throbbing, wet, and pressed against a source of warmth he's never felt before. That can wait. He's not going to let any part of this escape again. Not when he finally knows what this feels like.

He looks up at his husband who's smiling at him. It's a small quirk of lips, but it's aimed at Dream and that's all that matters.

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I adore the odd, more unknown fairytales and given the chance to write a fairytale AU, I'd rather go with something that is a bit more unknown. Still adore the more known ones, though.

Captions and hashtags are so real omg

tbd i just like him a lot and want everyone to look at him . dream can you get back on an smp or write a book or something i miss your freak oc

horror movie au!dream finally getting to experience someone who likes him for him and it doesn't involve fancy dinners and expensive cars or anything like that. it's him and techno in a crappy motel eating stale chips from the vending machine or sitting in the back of techno's van that smells like wet dog and shampoo.

Hi! Doomsday trio prompt- The Most Hated Breakfast Food. Not the best. The worst.

this is SUCH a good prompt and i didn't do it correctly :') here's what my brain did instead. at least it was breakfast themed?

part of the doomsday preparation drabbles

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Breakfasts Prepared in The Days Before Battle (aka how do you feed a young man, an immortal birdman, and a piglin in one meal?)

Day 1: Oatmeal and toast. A simple dish, but sincerely one of the most beautiful and put-together meals Dream has ever seen. He didn't expect them to feed him at all, much less prepare a bowl of well-arranged, colorful fruits in a vintage bowl. He stood in the kitchen, frozen. Eating in front of Techno and Phil might mean taking his mask off in front of them, and he was tempted to grab the food and eat in another room, like an anxious dog. He settled instead on tilting the mask up a bit. They saw his mouth, and they didn't make any indication that they even noticed. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one and a half, and Dream had one (he was too embarrassed to ask for more).

Day 2: Avocado toast with pico and eggs. Techno shyly admitted that they were trying to get through this loaf of bread before it went bad. Then, he went on some nonsensical ramble about how it was Dream's sacred mission to help them. "Forget the battle," he said, "we gotta get rid of this bread." Techno had four slices, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 3: Omelettes and yogurt. There was something a bit comical about seeing Techno use silverware. His hands were too big for them, his shoulders hunched forward, and he used them so politely that you wouldn't expect him to be the most feared warrior this civilization has known. After breakfast, he absolutely dominated in a sparring session against Dream. Techno had two omelettes, Phil had half (but two bowls of yogurt. He was "in the mood for it."), and Dream had one.

Day 4: Breakfast sandwiches. Sausage, egg, and cheese, all in a biscuit-like bun. Dream nearly took his mask completely off at the table, and fumbled with the clip as he desperately tried to put it back on without showing more skin than he already has. Techno had his back turned as he was serving himself, thankfully, but Phil sat beside him. The old man didn't even look up from his plate, unbothered by Dream's dilemma. Techno had two sandwiches, Phil had one, Dream had one, and the dog whining softly under the table got two pieces of sausage from Dream's palm.

Day 5: Sausage soup. It was a piglin thing, apparently. Techno mentioned it and then grew quiet, enjoying the meal but never losing a distant, foggy look in his eyes. Dream watched, unable to think of a follow-up question. Between the three of them, he was not the only one with secrets. Techno had five bowls (the most Dream's ever seen him eat), Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 6: Pancakes and scrambled eggs. A classic breakfast. Phil seemed nervous about preparing the pancakes a way Dream would like, so he made them plain and provided a variety of toppings. Dream opted for a variety of fruit and the chocolate spread, but he said (with confidence) that he would've eaten whatever was prepared for him. Techno had four pancakes, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 7: Bagels. Somewhere between preparations and trainings, Philza found time to pick up bagels. Dream found it odd to prioritize food with such a decisive battle on the horizon. He sat, he tilted his mask, he ate, and he talked to Techno about horses. Techno had two bagels, Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 8: Biscuits with Eggs. Or, as Techno called it, "Biscuit with guts." A poached egg was poured into a hole in the biscuit, making an interesting mix of textures and flavors. Dream wasn't the biggest fan of poached eggs, but true to his word, he ate whatever was served to him. Techno had four biscuits, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 9: Creamy potato soup and sausages. Carbs and proteins for fuel. The battle loomed, and Dream was feeling anxious. He wasn't sure why; he wasn't afraid, per se, he was simply buzzing with energy that had no where to go (He wanted this to go perfectly). He asked Techno to spar with him again. He asked Phil for a refill of potato soup. "Remind me to get you the recipe, mate," Philza said, "If you can make mashed potatoes, you can make this. Good for travel, too." Dream replied stupidly with some comment about how much he liked potatoes. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one, and Dream lost count of how many times he made it while he traveled. Much later, he'd make it again within the prison walls, and he'd run to a nearby chest to vomit.

Every cdream relationship/ship is so angst filled that people would eat it up but nooooooo

xqc: so basically what youre saying is that if this guy says "oh theyre sexist behind the scenes" its valid automatically but if i say "oh tommyinnit hates a certain minority behind the scenes" now im the one making shit up? ok. apply the same standards to both statements

he really gets it

bed cuddles

one thing i keep thinking about is the difference between Dream & Tommy’s comments….

Tommy’s comments are living for the drama, they’re interested in the hate spread about *other* creators.

Meanwhile Dreams comments are all begging him to stop giving a fuck and just play minecraft or to just upload manhunt again soon.

Dreams comments section want dreams content, tommy’s comments section just wants negativity spread about other creators

to me it’s pretty telling which one of the two will have a more sustainable and lasting career in the long run….

C!Dream with decapitation scars hc (rivals duo as well)

c!Tommy cut off his head with an axe before he was put in prison. c!Q definitely considered it but realized it would cause issues, so he did stuff like slit Dream’s throat as deep as he could. I’d imagine Dream has one large ugly scar around his neck, straight in the middle and then a bunch of smaller more delicate looking ones on different parts of his neck/upper chest. Q isn’t out for blood, he’s out for revenge. He knows that dull blades make for ugly cuts, so sharp knives in his bag it is. Dream is broken enough from the torture but the bloodloss from those makes him sob. For Q it’s no longer about the book. The book is Dream’s and Q has decided to go after Dream’s very soul in order to get the damn book. So Dream is rescued by c!Techno with a huge scar around his neck that c!Phil assumed was from the prison. The smaller ones Techno notices while they were in prison together. Techno doesn’t say a word about those ones to anyone, but he definitely knows it was Q’s doing. So Techno finds Dream turtlenecks and neck warmers to cover them. Dream deserves some dignity afterall, Q couldn’t take that from him.

Was thinking about c!Dream and the cat parallels/similarities and remembered two specific cat myths: always land on their feet and 9 lives

The 'always land on their feet' thing works for him both metaphorically and literally. Literally as in he's the best parkourist on the server, he's learned how to fall and has had to run straight from falling, he's a master at staying and landing on his feet. Metaphorically as in at the end of the day, no matter what lengths he's pushed down to or what gets done to him, he is always gonna be back on his feet(even if his feet are shaking).

The '9 lives' is interesting cuz like, it dream himself has 3 lives at the start like everyone else. Yeah loses 2 of them, but in theory, he's never gonna actually die if he doesn't lose his 9nth life - c!Punz

I know that they're both like, myths, and not actually true, but I feel like that myth part of them actually works really well for Dream

yes :) reasons that i like cat hybrid cdream:

"always land on their feet," good at parkour, fast & agile

9 lives, connection to immortality. in many witchy circles, cats are connected to immortality because they lay in a circle. ouroboros-like.

imagine the snake speech being given Not By A Snake, but from a cat who took a swipe at a snake and learned a valuable lesson about how people work. the snake speech happening in the back while the camera follows a cat hunting. you get it.

egyptians thought that part of a cat's divinity came from their duality. they're both gentle and aggressive, which we see in cdream often!

expressing love through comfortability and trust rather than louder displays of affection

thought to be solitary, but actually more social than most people think

most comfortable in Their Territory, even if their territory sucks

most effective land predator

honestly pretty delicate when you really pet them and hold them

sexy

hehe catboy funny :)