#also Dream did not ask or expect Punz to kneel; Punz just has a worship kink

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Staggedduo/drunz. Punz loves Dream loves Punz.

The forest clearing was softly lit. Soulfire lanterns hung from the twisted, gnarled branches, coloring the night a soft blue and bringing safety in the darkness. It was an enchanting scene, and secluded enough to avoid unwitting intruders. He liked it.

They could have met anywhere, of course; an abandoned ruin, a small dirt hut, an open field. Hell, they could have met in the light of day to not risk the chance of monsters. But Punz knew Dream had a love for grand theatrics and dramatic scenes- had helped him prep a few themself- and they'd never deny him anything that brought him joy.

Punz took a knee, and waited.

Dream's back was to him, but it was easy to see he was maskless. (A thrum of pride in their heart; they were allowed his trust.) He gripped a small, gilded book with a white knuckled fist. They didn't recognize it, but they knew without saying it was important. (Everything involving Dream was important.)

Dream turned to him. For a breathless moment, all Punz could register was the moonlight cloaking him, as if his mere existence was beyond earthly tethers.

Then he spoke. "Punz."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to stay, and fight for this server." Dream looked down at the book in his hands before meeting Punz's gaze. "You don't have to do this with me."

"I want to, I've told you this." They countered fiercely, a dozen reasons ready on their tongue.

"I know you have." Dream hesitated. "But. It's important for you to understand. If we lose, we'll be killed, and if we win, we'll be hated by everyone."

Punz scoffed. "Why would ever care about them when I have you?"

For a moment, it was silent. They threw him a challenging look, daring him to deny their loyalty.

Slowly, Dreams entire body shifted, tension seeping away. The hard line of his mouth melted into a smile, and his eyes held such tenderness that Punz's heart skipped a beat.

"My Punz," Dream murmured, and it sounded like home. "You're wonderful."

He reached out a hand, and Punz entangled his fingers with their own.