#one is driven by the grudge the wrath and when he unleashes it when he finally gets him will it count? will it be enough for him?

[alienssstufff]

get u an earth-shattering grudge on a man that lasts several timelines

[wrenqueenisboss]

Why You? - c!dream x gn!reader

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warnings: angst, reader death, grief, scar mention, kidnapping mention, sickness (tell me if I missed anything!) pronouns: you/yours words: 905 summary: dream learns that his freedom came too late and now, he's alone once again a/n: back with angst! >;) a/n pt 2: there will be a part 2 for this eventually!!

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News didn't travel very quickly into the walls of Pandora's Vault. Every kernel of information had to pass through the warden first, a sure barrier as Sam was not a forgiving or lazy man. He also had quite the grudge against his only prisoner, Dream.

But Sam never hated you. In fact, you two were friends at first, before everything had gone to hell. You might have genuinely been the only person on the server who was truly good.

Ever day, with your sunny smile, you'd take a long walk throughout the server. If you saw an animal - or one of your friends - in need, you'd do absolutely everything you possibly could to help. So when the peace shattered around you and war broke out, you were the one person that everyone collectively agreed to keep safe.

But people often confused your kindness for weakness and ignorance. They were sorely incorrect.

Wilbur, driven to insanity by his impossible dreams, tried to lure you into his trap. He needed you. Well, more accurately, he needed Dream out of the way. He needed the dangerous and mysterious man to be neutralized before he could truly finish his symphony. And the only way for that to happen, was for you to be used.

Usually, Dream didn't need to wear his porcelain mask to keep the air of eerie calm that seemed to always surround him. But when he caught word, that day, that you had been kidnapped, he snapped. Only muscle memory made him put on his symbolic face covering before unleashing his rage and wrath. Wilbur never forgot that day either, or maybe that's because of the pale scar over his heart....

You knew that Dream would always be your protector. So naturally, you vowed to always be his protector too.

Back-to-back, you guys would fight. You'd keep him from acting too rashly, and he'd keep you safe from everyone who tried to harm you. And despite everything that you would be put through, you retained your heart of gold.

Everyone learned that hearts of gold are infectious. Because day by day they saw Dream soften. No longer was he a loose canon, a dangerous rogue with selfish motives. No. Now, he was the holder of your heart, as his had been stolen too.

Twin souls, made for each other.

All that came to an end, though, when Dream was taken away. Sam, someone who had once been your friend, chained Dream in front of you. Quackity, a man who you and your lover had despised for the longes time now, laughed the entire time.

From then on, you were alone. Once again, you took your long walks throughout the server, just observing each and every depressing change to the place that was your home. You felt the happiness leave your heart with each day you spent without him.

Being away from you was agonizing for Dream. Far more agonizing than the hours and hours of torture he endured. Physical pain was something he was used to, but definitely not emotional pain. The years of closing off his heart to avoid this very thing had left him too vulnerable.

But finally, Quackity left him alone.

Now, he was truly alone. In the worst way possible.

He didn't hear from anyone, another crack in his already-shattered heart of ice. Sapnap only visited him to deliver a threat. George didn't visit at all. Neither did you. Why didn't you?

He'd mull over the question for hours on end. It consumed his corrupted mind. The only person that had ever truly shown him love - the only person he had ever truly loved - hadn't come to see him in a time he needed it most.

But news traveled very slowly through the obsidian walls of his horrible cell. He suffered behind a wall of flowing lava, while you died slowly, desperately trying to fight off a sickness that was draining each of your remaining lives.

Sam never told him you were sick. So while you laid for days on end in your bed, too sick to move, Dream cursed your name, angry that you hadn't come to visit. He blamed you, while you cried because your body was too weak to carry you to your lover.

That's why Dream stood still when he finally saw.

The first thing he did after being freed; Dream sprinted to your home. The quaint little cottage he had helped out build after an "accidental" griefing.

He knocked eagerly on the door, heart beating fast as he waited for you to open up your home and wrap him in a hug that he'd been waiting a year to get.

He anxiously twirled the poppy in between his fingers as the seconds stretched to minutes, mind racing as he recalled each beautiful memory with you he had saved.

Bored with waiting, Dream let his eyes wander. But his whole body froze when his emerald eyes caught sight of the smooth gray stone.

"Y/n a soul too pure for this world," it read.

His tears were on display for the stars to see; the mask left - in pieces - in a corner of his abandoned cell back in the prison.

There was nothing left to do but cry as he laid the poppy in front of your headstone.

"Why did it have to be you, my love?" his broken voice whispered. "If only I had kept you safe."

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[captainkurosolaire]

Allag-Bonders

As the defense shattered and broke because of morale standards. Captain and Shiro continued their plot laying in on a risky plan to rid this evil once and for all. “Have ye ever heard of the Allag Bonders, Shiro? An old allagan proto-type, they studied a diverse means to reproduce what old heroes and many things that govern our Realm supposedly prior-sundering with ancient sources, supposedly, even Ascian’s can do a thing called ‘Prime’ it’s akin to that but not entirely, by schematically blueprints.” Shiro quizzically looked, “I’ve heard rumblings. I suppose, it’s possible that it existed in old times and could’ve been carried over. I mean look at what we’re fighting.“ Whyte was also curiously interested in this purpose, that unknowingly unbeknownst to Shiro, was in the Captain’s possession. “This invention they called it a flop and failure. Stating they could never find two-beings of deep polar-opposite forces. The science behind it goes that when opposites attract they can become -one- and create a new foundation of energy, that ushers newfound laws.” Captain began trying to recollect how it went thoroughly. “Yes, trivial... Wait, you aren’t about to suggest...” Captain gleefully exploded with courtesy if legend’s and the allagan relic’s never continued to fail him, “I say we give it a shot!” Shiro exploded back, “ABSOLUTELY NOT! You just said it’s a proto-type! I’ll never understand your endlessly adventurous side, you don’t learn!” Recognizing that it may be the only hope they had, his eyebrows looking forth and back seeing that obnoxious look awaiting him, such frown inducing. The Seeker of the Sun pulled them out of his pouch onto the palm of his, two-rings that looked inactively magnets. “Really don’t have a choice matey. It’s no different than risking our life like all the other times. Let’s not let the sacrifices of yer Noble’s go in vain or my own Crew, they’re still waging on, but none of us will be soon, he’s only getting more powerful. This doesn’t need to continue if we can stop it! Why risk allowing others t’ become harmed? We rushed into this because we agree on something, when we make mistakes, we pick-up after ourselves. We learned better than many who failed. Think ov’ your Sister, Daughter, Rose and Sha. They’re all personally known by Silv’a who’s got a share of your memories, proof he located me. What will happen if they’re next?” Bargaining as often sound and convincing plea came with the charismatic rogue when it mattered. Literally the most borderline breakage and asking everything of Shiro often who was already a lone wolf, independently driven. However, to have his privacy and everything else thrown away, even passed the curse earlier they underwent as reverting into children to remedy they had to share an abundance of personal stories. This was a cruel atrocious ask. Pride came in two-different aspects, like Umbral and Astral. Perhaps happiness would only occur on the other-side for Shiro instead of the selfish vanity. He at-least, knew in that direction it made him the furthermost from his own Father. He angrily grumbled and attained one of the ring’s from Captain’s callus mit. “Errgh... how does it work, do I just put it on?” Asking understandably before the Treasure Hunter, “Well…” Shiro looked with an ‘oh no’ face. There was more to this… “They’re called Bonders for a reason, we’ve got to put our ring’s on each other at the same exact synchronization… And supposedly if we fail just once, our aetherial composition becomes forever lost.” Shiro heard him trying to tip-toe around this, understanding now why, this was absurd and the most humiliating not to mention, dangerous! Barbarically only a cave-savage could strum up ever coming up with a gambit like this. They were not chosen heroes, or possessed deity bestowed powers, if they wanted to survive, each had to improvise and disregard all grudges. “You’re asking a lot… Way too much of me... I’ll remember this. Don’t ever mention this to anyone… You either.” He looked at Viera who was seeing this exchange. She thought it was overly so cute and blushing with a little fascination at the romanticize ever so intently she felt a very targeted chilly nip before scooting far away. Giving a zipper across her sealed lips. The Keeper looked at the Seeker before looking away, “Ready?” The Captain said before, Shiro nodded and they took their stand. Aligning each other's hand’s at the same posture. Every angle was perfectly made. To be the same and opposite was still a terrifying hard glimpse to think it could be achieved. The Sailor poked one more bit of fun, “Aye don’t think this means I'm sealing th’ deal, I’ve got other’s who’d kill me too for this.” A bitter howl came quipping back, “Get on with it!” As they drew the ring upon each other like engagement. Their mere bodies were becoming deemed and transmuted over. Noble to Pirate. White Wolf against Black Lion Seeker of Sun versus Keeper of Moon. Freedom and Order. Magical to Physical. Each compounding element. Negatively with Positively inducing traits. Including all sustaining damage’s distributed into one formidable amalgamation. An almighty cascade of them came into a hurricane of fireflies beginning to readdress each other into connection. The Viera rose and blocked out the illuminating prismatic colors blowing through with blinding light. Meanwhile, Gark was stricken with some relieving blast’s and zaps, sending pain throughout him watching the Roe be so self-sacrificial. Going right through his chain-mail and constantly unleashing all the wrath of pent up aggression. The Hellsguard eventually crashes with a last exhale of smog. <Shite... Well, at least, you’ll be safe.> His eyes rolled up into a blurriness before pale, noticing the demon was about to go-ahead and mercilessly kill his hostage anyway. Predictably dishonorable until the end.   The smog surfaced above before encasing into a new substance of energy and breathing over Judas and concealing him in a protective inextinguishable barrier that erected a devil’s draconic cry then a dome safeguarding the prey, it blew throughout and swallowed the demon’s arm, he’d have to quickly quell the blaze from engulfing him again by once again severing his own-self to recuperate it. Making him drop the Hyur who began plummeting below.                         (Previous) << (Voidal Relics) >> (Next)