Now Im Curious Which Loop Is Your Favourite? Which One Is Your Least Favourite?

Now im curious which loop is your favourite? Which one is your least favourite?

i think my 'least' favorite is the one where c!techno accidentally lets c!sam know he's onto him. he's trying so hard to figure out where c!dream is being held and who is doing this and he finally gets a lead on sam but he makes one tiny mistake and sam realizes their cover is blown and he kills dream immediately. it sucks because he almost had it, y'know? and he also realizes he messed up so he feels really guilty about the fact his actions led to dream being killed. which was going to happen regardless but he still feels bad.

and my favorite is also a kinda sad one, funnily enough!

but there's one where techno realizes according to reports the 'john doe' was alive when dumped so he thinks that maybe if he gets there early enough, he can save dream that way. he goes off what info he has, waits all night. calls the police and ambulance immediately. it doesn't work, though, and sadly dream still dies. but he does die being comforted by techno which clearly means a lot to him. he even thanks techno for finding him and smiles a little.

i like it because it's sad but you know it'll be okay. and for a moment, dream gets to have someone comfort him. i always have a happy ending, for anyone worried, but i also love a bit of angst and hurt/comfort.

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.

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