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Pac's back from Purgatory 2 and he's got some fofoca he needs to share with Fit. But he hasn't seen his pup in a while, so he decides to share fofoca with him a little differently than normal.
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Quackity has spent the last few years losing all his friends and all contact to his family to stay with his boyfriend Jay, only for that relationship to turn abusive. After finally saving enough supplies to leave, he drives away one night while Jay is out and unaware. He drives with no plan on where he's going, just knowing that he needs to get as far away from Jay as he possibly can. His car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and Quackity leaves to find someone who can help him. What he finds is a house with three strange men who seem very interested in helping him out. Quackity can tell they're hiding something, but he's faced with an even worse problem when Jay shows up at the door.
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After his kingdom was absorbed into the Antarctic Empire, Dream became Technoblade's slave. This fic contains one-shots exploring the AU, with a focus on smut. There is an overarching plot as well. Tags will be updated as chapters are added.
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"Hey," he calls softly. His tail flicks idly. His ears twist towards Phil and Wilbur. They've stopped their playing to watch. The intensity of their gazes almost makes him go for his knife. But no, no. They're safe here. They're safe.
Techno's gaze turns towards him. He rolls his hips, slicking his cock up in the wetness dripping from Dream's slit. His legs are starting to ache. He rubs his thumb over Techno's cheek as he hums, waiting for Dream to continue.
His voice is soft when he says, "You can be gentle with me tonight, if you want to."
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His steps echo against the blackstone as he descends further. Tommy and Tubbo behind him fade from laughter to eerie silence. They ask, "What’s going on?', but he doesn't answer. They demand, "Punz, what's going on?" They cry, they whine, they whimper like scared dogs and it hits him. Four steps before the bottom, it hits him what they've done.
"We killed Dream!" they said, shouting and laughing and Punz sees the blood. He sees the gore lining their blades. He smells the acid in the air of too many potions, too much fear, too many grapples eaten in one sitting. Mining fatigue wears off them and he knows what they've done.
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Gifts made by your own royal hands, however, are not to be given to those you are not committed to. The time that is required to make a gift by hand takes away from your kingdom. Gifting something made by your own hands tells the courtee that they are worth more than your kingdom. Do not take this lightly.
Dream wanted to prove to Philza that he was good enough for the gifts given to him. He needed to prove to Philza that he was worth enough so he’d know all this effort wasn’t wasted. A gift made from his hands didn’t take time from the kingdom. He wasn’t a king. But he had meant it all the same. There was nothing that he could buy from a shop that spoke the volumes of Dream’s feelings.
Suddenly, nothing mattered more in the world to him than to make sure Philza understood that.
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Dream groaned below his hands, a soft, breathless sound. Phil lifted his hands away from the feathers, waiting for him to settle down. Dream’s were an absolute mess. The kid learned how to hide them long before he learned how to take care of them. Phil almost remembered how it was, when he was that young.
"Please…" The moan was soft, unmistakable.
“Please what?” he asked before sucking a dark mark on Dream’s throat. He felt Dream swallow and he traced a line of kisses up along his pulse. “Come on, Dream. Use your words for daddy."
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His ears pricked, his tail just barely twitching, and his footsteps silent and careful as he tucked himself into an alcove, Wilbur leaned around the corner and took in the scene before him.
Technoblade stood in the hallway with his back to the rest of the party, his broad figure like a shield. He didn’t see Wilbur. He couldn’t; not from this angle. Tension lined Technoblade’s frame, but before Wilbur could finish wondering if he needed to get someone to break them apart, Phil came into view and–oh.Philza’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes closed. Technoblade’s hands held his face, their touch gentle and careful like he was handling glass.
“You don’t need to go back in there,” Technoblade whispered. “You don’t need to go and be available for random people.” Disgust crawled into Wilbur’s stomach at the words, at the way Technoblade said ‘available’ like it was shit he found caught on his boot. Had someone been propositioning Phil? Had someone tried to force him into coming back to their bedroom?
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Where Wilbur went, Techno went too. Where Wilbur jumped, Techno jumped too. They found each other in the ruins of their old lives and they knew immediately: there was not one without the other. Techno would walk into hell for his brother. He knew Wilbur would do the same for him.
Wilbur’s arm dropped, the crossbow falling away as he shoved the zombie away. Techno breathed out, his world falling into slow motion. His finger pulled the trigger on his own crossbow and the rockets boomed as they released. One hit the far wall, blasting off chunks of concrete. A second hit the ground, exploding on the zombies still at the bottom. Their bodies flew apart and a path opened up. The third hit the pile beneath Wilbur’s feet as he jumped.
The TNT lit up from the sparks.
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Dream knew what was happening the moment the potatoes dropped into the cell.
It was a new tactic Sam picked up ever since Quackity convinced the Warden to lock Techno in with him. Dream thought he'd chase Quackity out the second he showed up, with how messy Sam got last time he saw the duck. But Sam had apparently listened and now Technoblade was locked up in there with him. Dream hadn't told Techno about Sam raping him. Sam had cameras in the cell and he could barely tell him anything at all. He'd managed with a few books, shared secretly when Sam wasn't around. But Dream didn't trust Techno with that information. Not yet. He… he couldn't! What if Techno thought he deserved it too?
What if Techno wanted to join in?
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- Part 3 of Fucked Up Sam, My Beloved
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Phil pulled the bag back to reveal its contents. Inside it, gently glowing and sparking, was nearly a stack of blaze rods. Wilbur’s eyes widened at the sight. He needed blaze rods for potions. He desperately needed blaze rods. And Phil had more than enough to get him started!
But everything Phil brought always came with a price.
Wilbur knew that he was different from the rest of the server. For the rest of them (at least to his knowledge), Phil didn’t ask for the same favors like he asked from him. From that very first day where Phil dropped off buckets of fish for him to eat, Phil kept asking for favors. At first they were small. Almost inconsequential!
But Phil just kept asking for more. And, unless he wanted to lose the very precious items he’d been offered, he had to submit to Phil’s desires. And to be offered an entire stack of something so very difficult to obtain, Phil had to have something he wanted just as much as Wilbur wanted this.
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"Do you remember the first time we met?" Dream asked finally, the beaded pupils of his eyes narrowing briefly at 'first'. Phil hummed, thinking back to his first memory of the bastard. He could see it plainly in his mind. He still remembered how it felt coming across a stranger with a porcelain mask, clearly made with Techno’s own hands.
"I do. I was visiting and I just crested the hill towards Techno's house and I saw this weird little freak perched on the fence post, and--"
"No, Phil," Dream interrupted. "Not at Techno's. The first time,” Dream said with a pointed tilt of his head.
And Phil saw fire.
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- Part 5 of The Price I Pay to Keep You Safe
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A crack to his left sent his heart stuttering. A twig, a bush broken by footsteps that made no sound. His breath died in his throat and he watched, waited, strained his ears to listen for the whisper of fabric ghosting across grass. His body stilled at the sound of feathers rustling, becoming one with the darkness as his pursuer stepped into the light. Eyes all open down the lengths of their arms, searching, seeking for their prey. The dual halo twisted slowly, then sharply, a mockery of human expression. The line of their mouth furrowed in concentration as they drifted in front of Dream's hiding spot.
For Dream hid not from mortal hunters this time, their game of hide and seek nothing more than some good fun. No, he hid from the very divine those around him thought to compare Dream to.
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Darkfic AU where Sam sexually abuses Dream while he's in the prison. Eventually Technoblade and Phil break Dream out of prison and he lives with them as he recovers from the abuse and torture. Somewhat canon-compliant. This fic occurs before Quackity starts torturing Dream and before Technoblade gets locked in the prison with him.
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- Part 1 of Fucked Up Sam, My Beloved
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AU where Technoblade and Phil break Dream out of prison and he lives with them as he recovers from the abuse and torture. This fic happens a few months after he's been freed and he gets to see a familiar face.
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- Part 4 of Fucked Up Sam, My Beloved
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Like the days before, Philza wondered if Techno would ever wake up. He had been with the egg for three days. Alone. Isolated from everyone except those who wished harm upon him. An ugly sound broke out of Philza and his wings closed tighter. The corruption that burrowed into Techno had faded under Philza’s care, but he wondered about the corruption within. Would he ever see his friend again, the way he was before?
He cried for what felt like hours, unable to help his sobs. The food and his tea had gone cold, but Philza didn’t want to crack open his wings yet. Just… just a little longer. He just wanted a little longer before he had to face the world again.“Phil?”
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- Part 4 of The Price I Pay to Keep You Safe
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After his confrontation with Dream, Quackity decides to push his luck with Dream. In return, Dream and Technoblade push him back and see exactly how much of them he can take.
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“Dream,” Sam started, pausing as Dream’s head turned towards him, the mask hiding all expression. “Four days ago, it was discovered you were not in your cell, nor were you anywhere in the prison. Six hours after the discovery, you were found back in your cell. Before this occurred, total lockdown was initiated and completed. At some point in those six hours, the ceiling to the main cell was broken open. The blocks were replaced, but the redstone was broken.” Sam leaned forward, his chin resting on interlaced fingers. “What I would like to discuss is how you escaped and who is responsible for aiding you.”
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- Part 3 of The Price I Pay to Keep You Safe
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The old, heavy doors creaked, then swung open as whoever stood behind shoved with all their strength. The doors revealed a man armed to the teeth, blood dripping down full netherite armor that glimmered and hummed with the enchantments piled onto it. The sword was bloodied and cracked and the man let it drop out of his grip as he stalked forward into the throne room. A crossbow hung at his side, an axe on the other, and a gleaming trident tied to his back. The angel didn’t know who this man was, but he looked like some great knight, some great warrior that struck fear into all those who looked upon him. The boar's skull that adorned his head was also dripping blood. It dripped from the eye socket as if the skull was crying. The red cloak fluttered behind him as he reached behind him and pulled free a pickaxe. He stopped in the middle of the room, leveling the head of the pickaxe at the king. He tossed back his long hair and bared his teeth.
“Hello again, Butcher.”
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"I have all the time in the world to wait for you, Blood God. And, one way or another, you will become mine."
Technoblade could hear the triumph in the egg's voice. Like the slow, smug flicking tail, the egg felt victory against its opponent. Because he was trapped with it and he had nowhere to run. And yet… Technoblade smiled despite it all. And he could feel the egg's shock, faint and unnatural as it was. Because he knew this game. He knew what it took to be patient in the face of an unwavering enemy and still come out the victor. He knew what it would take. So, he settled in, grinning at the ghost of red before him, and breathed out. The red parted and he took solace in that, at least.
"If the mind is willing, the flesh could go on and on without many things," he recited quietly. "You underestimate me. And that will be your downfall."
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- Part 2 of The Price I Pay to Keep You Safe