20 yrs

He realized, after days turned into weeks and into months of trying to spark any acknowledgment out of you, that he's captivated. A little obsessed, but he's enamored with the idea of being the first one to make you snap.

You seem to be holding something back; it's Dream's job to uncover this. He's never been one to give up on a challenge.

And as if you knew what he was up to you, you made it your goal to ignore him. You'd go to all lengths to leave the room if he's there, and although it can be frustrating, it drew him to you even more. It gave him a thrill that he's been chasing after all this time—and, in a way, it's not like he can ignore you if he tried.

He's always felt like you were a magnet of some sort, pulling him in no matter how much Dream wanted to turn his head the other way.

He's tried to figure out how to gain a reaction from you—anything but a nonchalant expression and an unamused scoff.

Today isn't so different.

He's leaning against the wall, talking to Sapnap about the latest news about L'manburg and sharing with each other the plans they've thought of before the war, but the door swings open and reveals a familiar figure that makes his pulse stutter.

"Y/N." He grins, lighting up with his entire body by your mere presence.

Sapnap groans, "Oh, here we go again." He pushes himself off of the staircase as if ready to flee the scene, but you hold a stern hand up to stop him. Sapnap blinks, halting in his steps as he glances between the two of you in confusion.

You shoot Dream a sharp glare. "Don't get any ideas; I'm not here for you."

Dream huffs in response, pouting childishly as he watches you walk over to Sapnap. A strange nagging feeling tugs on the back of his head as he watches you pour all your attention on his friend instead of him, so he stays quiet and watches you, almost like a lost puppy waiting for your attention.

It's been this way since the very start of the SMP, no matter the desperate measures Dream took to end it, but you're as stubborn as he is, so it's been a cycle that won't probably be ending any time soon.

"Ah, right," Sapnap says, snapping Dream out of his thoughts. "I don't know, man... I don't think I have enough to help you." Your face visibly falters at Sapnap's words.

Dream blinks, piecing it all together. "I can do it," he chirps. "What did you need?"

You frown. "I don't want to ask for any favors from you."

"It's not a favor!" he protests weakly. "Think of it as a … little help from a friend."

"You're not my friend." And he should've expected it, honestly, but that doesn't mean he won't feel a bit hurt with those words. I mean, all those years of chasing, haven't you held at least some crumb of sympathy from him?

It's Dream's turn to frown. He's grateful for his mask when it comes to situations like these.

You stare at him with a strange expression, and as an afterthought, you say, "Sorry."

Dream perks up, pretending that it didn't affect him at all. "Oh, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I mean, it stung a little bit, but—"

"That's not what I—" you stop yourself, choosing to shake your head instead. Dream feels like he's lost you again. "Whatever. I'm leaving now."

The door slamming against the frame seems like it shakes the entire building, reverberating around his mind like a haunting mantra. Dream shakes his head and tries to brush it off. It wasn't like that wasn't anything new, right?

Dream cranes his neck to peer at a worried Sapnap, his face telling a story that's kept secret from Dream. "What did they ask for?"

"Weapons."

"Weapons?"

Sapnap shrugs. "I don't know either. I was sure that Y/N had everything they need so I didn't think about getting extra." He hums thoughtfully. "Maybe it's for the meeting with L'manburg tomorrow?"

Dream tenses at the mention. "We should go back to planning."

And just like that, it's swept away like an ocean tide.

It's the next day.

The grass is damp as it rained heavily barely a few moments ago, and Dream feels the chilled breeze seep past his netherite armor. He shivers, but embraces it with an unhinged smile.

His axe is barely a weight in his hands, yet still something all the same—it's natural. Too natural. And it's what makes Dream the perfect warrior.

Sapnap is beside him, and Dream would say that it's like how it always is, but he doesn't think Sapnap likes him anymore, so he's just a loyal soldier that's trained to be by his side. His eyes burn with bloodlust; Dream probably taught him that. George is behind all of them, bored eyes hidden under goggles. The quiver fastened on his back is a taunt directed to L'manburg, warning them that they can't run because they have someone like him to take them down despite the distance.

When his eyes slip down, he frowns.

Standing below them are the members of L'manberg, side by side with their pathetic determined faces and childish versions of happy endings. But then, to the far corner, he sees another member—one that he swears he hasn't seen before.

That's … new. He hasn't heard of L'manburg recruiting a masked member.

Sapnap spots the stranger, too. "Since when did they arrive in the SMP?"

Dream shrugs. "I don't know. Can't be that big of a threat, though, right?"

Sapnap shrugs, unsheathing his sword. "Let's get this over with then."

With a wave of two fingers, he signals for the three of them to head towards them.

Tommy sneers, but Wilbur pats his shoulder comfortingly, and his face softens back into child-like innocence.

"Still not keen on agreeing with our independence?" Wilbur asks with a small smile. It's not light-hearted or friendly; it's unforgiving and almost like a stab in its own way.

"Never will be keen on anything when it comes to you." Dream smiles back even though he knows that they can't see it. He looks back at their new member. "I didn't know about a new recruit."

"They're not new," Tommy spits, nose scrunched in a scowl. This is the face that Dream has always seen his entire life, and instead of growing desensitized by it, he makes fun of it.

Maybe he's a little sick in the head.

Dream sneers, leaning down as if to mock Tommy for his height despite not being too far apart. "Oh yeah? Lying now, are we?"

Wilbur gently pushes Tommy back. "You'd be surprised with the truth, Dream."

The blond scoffs and smiles when he hears the familiar whoosh! of an ender pearl from behind him. And in a blink of an eye, the masked L'manburgian is beside Dream, and he's already holding onto them by their arm. George goes back to his original place when Dream tugs the strange and wraps his forearm over their neck.

It was funny seeing everyone's faces change immediately.

"Let's make a deal, then," Dream starts. "If you really care about this apparently old comrade, then give up with your independence bullshit before we start a real war, and maybe I won't slit their throat right here right now."

Tommy steps forward. "T-That's not—"

But then this stranger does a motion with their hands, sort of similar to the one he did before, and suddenly the L'manburgians break out into a full sprint, away from Dream.

Caught off guard, Sapnap and George take a moment to pull themselves back to chase after everyone—leaving Dream and this menace alone.

Dream grits his teeth; his anger always gets the best of him sometimes, and it's a problem, but everything about Dream is a problem. How dare they let them escape when Dream was about to make them give up? It was right there.

Then, he goes for a thrust of his axe, and yet—

He stops.

Dream frowns, rolling his arm back as if to check if anything's holding him back, but it's a free limb. Perhaps he's strained himself?

He tries again. It fails.

It dawns on him immediately, and it comes off more as horror than a delight.

Seriously? Someone from L'manburg?

With a tremor, he rips the mask off, and his eyes widen. Maybe it's a good thing that no one is here to see this.

E/C eyes blink back at him, uncertain.

"What are you..." he breathes, then stops himself from speaking. He's afraid he won't be able to say anything right at this moment. "Y/N?" And, really, he didn't mean to sound so broken at that moment, but every question is pouring into his mind, and he doesn't even know where to begin.

His eyes narrow on your uniform, the familiar shades of blue and yellow sparking anger in his gut, yet the sight of your fearful eyes soften the blow in a way he wishes isn't possible.

You've betrayed them. You've betrayed him, no matter how much you knew how Dream loathed L'manburg.

Maybe you hated him that much.

But then...

His eyes cut down to your neck, where the tip of his axe is hovering. He had thrust forward with his full force, and you hadn't even stopped him. There was no sign of struggle. It would've been a clean kill. And yet—

"I was hoping you wouldn't be the one to kill me," you speak, finally. You sound strangely calm for someone who's learned that he's your soulmate—

His heart drops.

Does that mean—

Dream breathes out again, and you look away from him as if you fear what he will say. But, instead, he tosses his weapon away, letting it fall uselessly on the patch of grass.

He pulls you closer, holding you to his chest because he's afraid that he will lose you if he blinks for even a second. And too vulnerable to push him away, you let him. "How long have you known this...?" he asks softly, meeting your eyes.

"Since the day you and I met."

His heart breaks. "What?"

"I tried..." You wince, "well, punching you once after you told me … mean things. Because that's how you should react when you know how to do it, right?" Dream falters visibly. And you had the nerve to laugh, although weakly. "But no matter how hard I tried, it was like an invisible force was stopping me. And then I felt hurt when I realized I tried hurting you. And then I realized."

But why didn't you tell him?

Why did you let him talk to you like that?

"It was stupid because I pretended I hate you, yet it was like I had no choice but to feel something towards you." You lean against him, and somehow it feels like goodbye. "I didn't say anything because I didn't know if you were capable of loving, especially someone like me."

"And even if you do say that you love me, I don't know if I'd want to dedicate my life loving someone like you," you finish.

You lean away, finally, and Dream is too far in a state of shock to keep his grip firm.

He watches helplessly, and it's sort of crazy how he doesn't see you in a new light at all. He sees you the same; you didn't. So maybe he should've known it was you. Maybe he was obsessed with you for a reason—and the reason was so, so clear!

It was just a mistake on his part.

"But—we're soulmates," Dream tries weakly, "I can learn, right? And you know that I can't hurt you. It's not even possible." He's just spewing out words now, rambling nonsense to convince you—or maybe he's just convincing himself.

He wants a soulmate, and god, it's even better that it's you. He can't afford to lose this.

You sigh, as if you had been expecting his exact phrase. It sounds like you're pitying him, and he doesn't like it. "You've hurt others. You've hurt my friends, and even more with your own!" you remind him sternly, brows pinched to the center of your face. "I don't want to know what will happen to me."

Dream reaches out. "Y/N—"

"Don't treat me as your soulmate because I will never be yours, alright? I don't want you."

Dream doesn't know what to say. What should he say? He isn't sure what will happen to you, too, and maybe he's also scared. He doesn't know what he's capable of, but so far, everything he touches, he destroys.

He's always been bad at saying the right thing. Or doing the right thing.

His soulmate has been in front of him—

And Dream never knew.

uh well this was a MESS. i don't really like this one that much but i like the idea i was going for :D reblogs appreciated very much yes!!

The yellow hues of the lights hanging above all the people waiting patiently for Y/n to walk down the isle was setting a pure and calm aura. The sweet ballad playing in the background to make the moment extra special.

Today was a day that was gonna be engraved in the minds of lots of people, the reasons being many and not all of them being good. Weddings were always emotional and dramatic, an event that can’t be taken lightly and that has a lot of meaning behind it. Some people see it as the day they give themselves to their lover, promising to love them and care for them until death do them apart, other see it as the day their bond will become stronger than before; others think of it as the day to celebrate love and others, bitter and hurt people, see it as the day they’d lose everything good they had in their lives.

If you ask Y/n how they see their wedding, they would tell you it was a special and nerve wrecking day, the moment when finally the man that has demonstrated to be nothing but loyal and incredible will be waiting at the end of the isle ready to say I do to a live full of love, care and support. But there was this part of their mind that was telling Y/n something bad was gonna happen.

Call it paranoia or a sixth sense but the cold feeling they were experiencing wasn’t something to shrug off and ignore. And they knew it, Y/n fully believed that when something feels off there has to be a good reason for that. But what would it be? Everything was planned perfectly to not let a single space for trouble or mistakes today. Their atire was perfectly ironed, white as snow and sparkling more than a star in the death of the night; shining shoes where you can practically see your reflection in. The low and sweet music setting the perfect mood and waiting for Y/n to be ready so the usual marching song would play. Their lover waiting at the end of the isle, dark brown hair hidden in a dark blue beanie, jet black suit hugging his body in the perfect way and shining black shoes adorning his feet. That was Quackity for everyone, standing stoically with his wings spread in elegance. Flowers were decorating the prime church, blue, yellow and white, those were Y/n and Quackity’s favorite colors. Everyone was ready to do what they were meant to, knowing their task and ready to fully execute it. If everything was okay, then why didn’t feel like it?

Even if they didn’t want to admit it there was a constant thought in their brain since Y/n said yes to the big question. This was not supposed to happen this way. Y/n have thought about their wedding day since they were a kid, dreaming about wearing a beautiful atire while holding the most beautiful bouquet that Niki, their best friend, could arrange. Their favorite song playing as their feet descend down to get to their lover, but in that oh so awaited day the picture of a duck man was not included. Instead the figure of a brown curly haired guy with beautiful brown eyes and very tall was practically tattooed on Y/n’s brain, making it difficult to give up on that idea.

But life can be very funny sometimes and when you less expect it everything changes and not always for the better.

Wilbur was supposed to be the love of their life, the guy whom they’ll wake up next to and the man whom they’ll give everything of them to for the rest of their life. But it never happened. Wilbur was a manipulative asshole, everyone knew it, the amount of harm that he caused to the server was horrendous, but Y/n still loved him and Wilbur still loved Y/n, until his very last day.

Wilbur’s death was not something they could get over so easily, taking days, weeks, even months to recover from the utterly pain that his death left them with. Y/n went from waking up every morning to Wilbur’s humming while making breakfast to a cold and lonely house that was as quiet as a cemetery. It was not fair and it definitely was not easy to digest.

It took Y/n a very long time to understand that he wasn’t gonna return, that he was gone and had no way to come back. Ghostbur was the closest thing they have to their lover, but it was only the exterior. Nothing about that pale buddy was the Wilbur they knew, and maybe it was for the better.

But with the help of their friends and siblings Y/n could finally realize that this life was not one to be wasted crying and moping about a person that was not gonna come back and that would not like to see them like this. So Y/n decided to go out and expose themselves to meet knew people to interact with old friends and to find a new love.

The idea of falling in love once again felt like eating before swimming: a bad decision. Y/n was scared, scared to give their heart and let it in the hands of a man that would break it again when it was finally healed. They were scared of love and not being loved, of giving but receiving nothing, of throwing themselves to the arms of a person to be the comfort they were craving only to be left hanging alone once again.

And yes, love is scary most of the time but it wouldn’t be worth it if it weren’t. No one would appreciate finding their person if it were easy and simple. So that’s how Y/n found themselve falling for Quackity; that funny and intimidating guy that was so kind to give them his jacket when they were out in the open, skin exposed to the cold breeze.

It was like a dream, feeling like a teenager in love again. The butterflies hitting at their stomach to be free every time Quackity would visit them, when their hands would touch, when Quackity would compliment them for the smallest thing, when he would call them all sort of pet names just to fluster them and make them blush. It felt nice and refreshing, a new feeling after so long of moping and crying.

So after years of being together and when Quackity took the courage to ask Y/n the big question, their answer was clear to them.

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” Y/n said with tears in their eyes.

Both of them felt in cloud nine, ready to spend the rest of their lives with the love of their lives.

And it felt that way for Y/n until today.

Their hands were sweating, a pain in their stomach making it difficult to think clear, and that heavy weight on their chest warning them that something might happen. Everything was a mess in their head and even the slightest noise would make them jump in fear.

What if this is a mistake? What if it’s too soon yet? What if he regrets marrying me?

What if and more what if’s.

It was a painful melody playing over and over again in their head. But Y/n couldn’t help it, overthinking was their way of copping, not healthy but still a way.

And now with a few minutes left before taking the biggest step in their relationship Y/n was having cold feet and second thoughts.

A knock on the door snapped them out of their intrusive thoughts about running away before making it to the church. A blond haired guy peeked his head inside testing the waters first before entering the room.

“You ready?” Tommy’s raspy voice gave Y/n a sense of calmness.

“Y-Yeah, I think so” the shaky tone was their way of outing themselves to their little brother.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound good”

Y/n couldn’t lie to him, Tommy and Tubbo knew them too well, even more than they could, so lying was pointless when it comes to those two, specially Tommy.

“I... I don’t know, I was thinking... Tommy what if this is a mistake?”

There it was, the question Y/n didn’t want to say out loud.

“A mistake? Y/n you wanted to marry Quackity. What’s making you doubt?” Tommy say next to them, placing a hand on their back.

“I don’t know. It’s like... a feeling. Maybe it’s not the day to marry him, I’m not saying I don’t want to but... Maybe not today.”

“You can’t just say I won’t marry you today but we can try next week!” He chuckled dryly. “Look I know that after Wilbur you were unsure about being in love and all that sappy shit but, Y/n it’s been years since it happened. You are better now, so much better without him. Give yourself the opportunity to be happy again.”

Tommy was right, it was stupid to be thinking this was not the right decision. Quackity loves them, more than themselves could and was willing to drop everything to be with Y/n and give them anything they want. They loved him, that was for sure, and it was not fair that after all these years they were doubting of it.

“You’re right, Tom, damn I needed to hear that.” Y/n hugged the golden boy tightly.

“Anything for my sibling” he murmured. “Now, Tubbs is waiting for us outside ready to walk you down the isle and do a big and dramatic enter. So let’s not make him wait.”

“Yeah, let’s go”

Little did they know, while Y/n and Tommy were getting out of the house to get to the prime church, their lover, Wilbur was being revived by a very malicious person. Pale skin recovering its usual colors, brown hair with a white strike in the front, symbolizing the heck of a trip it was coming back from the death. Brown piercing eyes squinting at the light, frantically looking everywhere to recollect the memory of where he was.

“What-What happened? Am I... Alive?” His raspy voice came out weakly. His tongue felt dry as sand.

“The timing couldn’t have been better” the mysterious voice spoke.

At the other side of the server a wedding was ready to begin. Y/n was right outside the church both arms intertwined with their brother’s, which would be the ones to walk them down the isle.

“Are you guys ready?” Tubbo asked fixing his bow.

“Yes.” Y/n said with the most confidence they could gather.

With no further ado the three of them starting they walk down to the entrance of the church, seeing the people standing up to receive them. A big grin plastered on their faces while Y/n, Tubbo and Tommy were passing by. And then there he was, with watery eyes after seeing his soon to be spouse, Quackity was holding the tears the best he could, smiling at Y/n and silently promising to the heavens to always protect them and love them.

“Take care of them, big Q” Tommy warned him before giving him a quick hug and leaving to get to his seat with Tubbo.

“Hi” Quackity greeted Y/n with a huge smile.

“Hi” they nervously said, with a small giggle.

Puffy was the one officiating the wedding, and after a few seconds the ceremony began.

Everything was going smoothly, the people enjoying the whole event with tears in their eyes. The most sensitive ones silently crying at the sight of the beautiful young couple promising each other a life full of joy.

And then the most awaited moment came. The moment when they will be forever attached to each other, living a long happy life.

“Now the rings please” Puffy asked the people in charge of them to give them to the couple. “Do you Quackity take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded spouse? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto them for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do” Quackity’s gaze was fully on Y/n, feeling as immense happiness exploding in his chest.

“Now, Y/n do you take Quackity to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

It was a simple question, which answer Y/n should already have. But they still took a few seconds, trying to ease their nerves to let out the quick two words.

“I–”

Call it destiny or a call it bad luck, but this life was not gonna let the young couple live together, and the way t prevent it? Wilbur.

“Don’t say I do!” His scream was heard throughout the church.

Everyone turning their heads towards the entrance to see an agitated and desperate man looking like his life was being stripped from him once again.

“Please don’t say I do, I beg you, Y/n”

It was not fair and it was terrifying how after so long his face the only thing that would light up Y/n’s mood. But this time more than light it up, it concerned and confused them. Wilbur was alive, he was real right in front of everyone, with ripped clothes and a beanie covered in dust but still it was him, for real this time, not Ghostbur not an illusion, it was Wilbur Soot with his pleading eyes looking right into their soul.

“What are you doing here, Wilbur? You were supposed to be dead” Quackity’s voice snapped Y/n out of their thoughts, bringing them back to reality. “You need to leave”

“No, I won’t leave, not without my love” Wilbur quickly walked towards Y/n, cautiously approaching them. “I won’t leave if they don’t leave with me.”

“Wilbur, what the fuck are you doing? This is their wedding you can’t jus barged in here and asks them that!” Tommy was fuming, red of anger and ready to throw hands.

After the quick talk with his siblings before the ceremony he knew how much this was affecting them.

“Get out of here, Wilbur” Quackity said once again with a more stern tone.

Big Q was getting pissed that the only person that he didn’t have to worry about was once again destroying his chance to be happy.

“I’m sorry, Quackity but this is not about you.” Wilbur directed his look towards Y/n. “My love, I’m back, we can finally live the life we both dreamed of”

“Y-You’re back” Y/n whispered, “Is this real?”

“Yes, darling, it is real. I’m here back for you”

Everything felt surreal, the mere idea of standing right in front of two men that meant the world to Y/n, one of them supposedly being dead and now alive, was too much to handle. And that was the reason why it all finally sink in and with an overwhelmed heart they started to cry.

“You’re back” Y/n couldn’t keep the tears in, too weak to fight them.

But those tears were perceived as happy tears even when they were purely pain. Wilbur took that as the hint to get closer and claimed what he thought was his.

“No, don’t touch me!” Their scream was enough to make Quackity and Tommy chime in to separate him from Y/n.

“Stay away from them” Big Q warned him. “This is not the place let alone the time to be doing your I’m back show, so get the fuck out of here before I drag your sorry ass to the prime path.”

“You can’t talk to me like that, that’s not your deci–” Wilbur was interrupted by Tommy.

“Wilbur, stop this nonsense and leave.” Y/n has never seen their brother this angry but they were too shocked to care about it.

“Tommy, please listen!”

“I said get out” Quackity grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him far away. “This is a special day for me and Y/n and you’re not gonna ruin it”

The two men continued fighting, Tommy and Tubbo helping Quackity to make Wilbur leave. Meanwhile Y/n was literally panicking; Niki came to their aid when she saw their state, asking the usual questions “Are you okay?” “Do you need anything?” “Do yo need some time?” But Y/n was too lost to even make out a proper response. Their head was clouded with sadness, surprise and confusion. If their heart could talk it would tell them the cruelest ‘I told you so’ that there is to exist.

Y/n’s hand were shaking while trying to wipe away the tears, their breathing becoming laborated and the nauseous feeling getting stronger. The walls seemed like they were getting closer and bigger; the people around them looking at their poor state probably judging silently the whole act.

And then it happened in the span of a few seconds. Tear stained cheeks, vision clouded by the tears, whole body shaking and the most terrifying look on their face, that was the way Y/n ran away.

No second thoughts, no hesitation, no what if’s; they ran away to let dar behind all the chaos. Niki screaming after them, Quackity punching Wilbur in the face and dragging him out of the church, Tommy yelling at the tall man for ruining his sibling’s wedding, Tubbo and Philza trying to stop Wilbur and Big Q and the rest of the people just watching the downfall of a now-never-to-be married couple.

Y/n didn’t stop running, not after their best friend trying to follow them up, not when Quackity and the guys finally noticed they were gone and called after them. Not when their feet hurt and not when they were so far away to not recognize the path to get back home.

The cold breeze hitting their face was a notorious contrast to the heat they were feeling inside. The pain Y/n was experiencing was like nothing before, not even when Wilbur died. But there was no words, not even actions to describe what they were going through right now, everything was too much.

When they finally stopped Y/n didn’t recognize where they were. It was all trees, grass and the birds chirping around. But unironically they felt relieved. They were finally away, away from the chaos, away from the pain, away from their heart getting broken.

“You look a bit lose, sweetheart” a deep and raspy voice called out for them.

Y/n quickly looked all around the place, finding a dark and tall figure on a tree. Hood on and a sword adorning their back.

“Who-Who are you?”

“You don’t know me? Ouch, I gotta admit that hurts” suddenly the weird silhouette came down, landing a few feet away from Y/n. “But we can fix that. I’m Dream.”

The weird figure was now a tall guy with a smoky mask on and a green hoodie, wearing fighting atire.

“I-I think I’ve heard of you”

“That’s great, because I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/n” they couldn’t tell but the green guy had a devil smirk on his face. “And don’t worry I have my ways to knowing about people. But what’s important right now is to get you out of the woods, you don’t have a place to stay the night, so you?” Y/n shook their head. “Oh that’s very convenient a have a small cabin not very far away from here, so you want to crash at mine?”

Y/n weighted the options. Go with the stranger or go back home to face the horrible reality of their life.

“Lead the way”

Dream’s grin grew wider, devious look hidden behind the mask.

“Oh, Y/n you’re gonna love it. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

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