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Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

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With how much... less than PG tension between them, Fundy isn't suprised when he finds himself in Dreams bed one night. Sure, they flirt, like alot, but they've never done anything like this - he doesn't count the time in the alleyway, thank you never much.

Fundy almost regrets coming when Dream insists on finally becoming a proper Dreamrider. Of course, he doesn't mean his stupid gang.

"Oh, come on Fundy! Where'd your little attitude problem go?" Dream has to stop himself from barking out a laugh at the sour look on the foxes face, because he really wants to get the chance to actually fuck the other after so long of waiting. Hands creep down the foxes sides, slipping under the shirt Fundy was persistent on keeping on. Long fingers trace the hemline of the foxes boxers before they find their way inside, enjoying the shiver the skin-on-skin contact gets from Fundy. "You know you'd love it."

The ginger doesn't reply, just glaring at Dream, who has a all too cocky grin on his face. The blonde knows all too well about Fundys genitals, and isn't shy at all when his fingers creep lower and lower, brushing innocently against his cunt. Thankfully though, Dream isnt too keen on teasing, so he gets into it almost right away. He has Fundy squirming and whining on his fingers in mere minutes.

"Aw, saving yourself for me, Foxtrot?"
"Shut- Shut up."

Dream just laughs, pressing a rough kiss to Fundys lips before pulling away, practically ripping his hand out of the others pants. "If you want more, I suppose you'll just have to admit defeat and ride me. I don't feel like putting in the effort tonight." To make a point, Dream yawns into his hand, seeminly bored.

Obviously, hes struck a nerve, because only a few seconds later hes pushed over from where hes sat on the mattress and straddled by a very red faced fox. "You're a dick, I hate you." Fundy snarls, although skilled hands are working on Dreams belt, humming quietly when the other shimmies out of them himself. Dream also seems content of pull his boxers off too, sighing quietly when his erection springs free. Fundy makes a face, sitting on Dreams thighs.

"What?" Dream huffs, tilting his head slightly at the fox.

"I'm not riding you without a condom, Wilbur will kill me if I get pregnant and I don't trust you to pull out in time." Fundy states, watching a embarrassed look flash across Dreams face. Wordlessly, Dream contorts himself slightly so he can reach for his bedside table, opening the top draw and pulling out a condom along with a small bottle of lube. Its passed to the fox without complaint, who tears open the condom and quickly rolls it onto Dreams cock. "There, such a good puppy for not complaining." Its his turn to laugh at the look on Dreams face, but he doesn't complain.

After shuffling out of his own boxers, Fundy grabs the bottle of lube from where he'd set it beside himself. He pours a good amount on his fingers, closing the bottle and putting it back down. God knows he isn't going to touch himself, hes not loosing that however many years long streak to Dream (once again, Dream touching him doesn't count), so instead of wraps his lube-covered hand around the others length, relishing in the gasp it draws from the other. He spends a few moments making sure Dreams fully covered, rubbing the head teasingly for a few moments before pulling away. What? If Dream can do it to him, he can return the favour.

A few moments pass until Fundy finally moves again, and considering Dream doesn't feel like putting in the effort, he has to work by himself. A few failed attempts later and he's somehow taken Dream to the base, breathing heavily through his nose. With his own legs bracketing Dreams hips, he slowly starts to move, rather content with his slow starting pace.

Hands grab his hips, and Fundy nearly pulls away at the sudden contact, glaring at the man beneath him. "Come on, you're meant to be a drug runner." Dream chuckles.

Fundy bristles with realisation, eyes narrowing. Whatever remark he has dies on his tongue as Dream slams his hips into him, completely rocking his world momentarily until he's started a somewhat rough pace. "I thought you didnt want to work tonight?" It takes all his willpower to not fumble his words or moan, unwilling to give Dream that satisfaction.

"I changed my mind when you started moving at a snailpace." Dream snorts, one hand moving from Fundys hips to drag him down by his shirts collar. "I know you can make some pretty noises for me, Foxy." He teases, pressing a kiss to Fundys lips again.

Fine, if thats what Dream wants, he might as well be loud enough to get the man a noise complaint.

And loud he is, a colourful assortment of noises spilling from his lips as Dream practically jackhammers into him. It doesn't suprise him when he cums rather fast, the blonde man not too far behind. Despite the slight overstimulation, Fundy feels amazing, even when Dream pulls out roughly and nearly shoves the fox out of his lap.

Dream leaves the bed momentarily to dispose of the condom, collapsing beside Fundy on the bed. Panting fills the air for a few minutes, before Fundy speaks up.

"Dream?"
"Yeah?"
"I really need to piss."

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As usual, Fundys unable to catch a wink of sleep tonight. Though, today, its not due to the ram hybrid snoring his head off in the bed across from him.

Okay, maybe Tubbos snoring has something to do with it, but his attention peaks when he hears a thud in the hallway. The fox pushes himself from his bed, rubbing his eyes and rather sluggishly dragging himself from said bed.

Hopefully, the thud in the hallway is just a very drunken Schlatt trying to find his way to his own room, and not a intruder.

But of course, Fundy can't have nice things, and almost as soon as he steps outside of the shared bedroom, hes tackled to the floor. Its a futile struggle, with the intruder much bigger and stronger than Fundy, so after a few moments of panic, Fundy resorts to going limp beneath them. A hand covers his mouth.

"Can you stay quiet? I'll let you go if you promise to be quiet."

Fundy thinks for a moment, before nodding. If the little... scuffle, hadn't alerted someone else on the floor, there was no point in making a scene. When the hand leaves his mouth, Fundy makes a point to show off his sharp canines, incase the person has another smart idea like that again. After a few, albeit awkward, moments, the stranger stands up and pulls Fundy up with him.

"Wow, such chivalry." Fundy scoffs, brushing himself down. The intruder just shrugs, looking around the hallway with a slightly concerned expression. They clear their throat.

"I'm not here to hurt you, if thats something you're worried about. I'm here to mess with your boss, sabotage a gambling machine or two." They admit, rubbing at their knuckles nervously.

In all honestly, Fundy can get behind this plan. Quackity doesn't treat his employees the best, and Fundy isnt too fond of the man himself. Almost too quickly, Fundys nodding his head in agreement. "Come on, then." The fox turns easily, walking off in the direction of the doors that separate the living rooms from the actual casino, the stranger following closely behind.

Fundy peers through one of the tiny glass window in the two doors, before he rattles the handle. Luckily, it isnt locked, but Fundy underestimates how heavy the door is in his tired state, and of course his face is set ablaze as the intruder watches him struggle for a few moments before opening the other door himself.

"I hope you brought a torch, or something, turning on the lights in here will wake everyone up." Fundy watches as the other pats himself down, whatever expression they were pulling partially covered by the bandanna around the lower half of their face.

"I... I have matches." They admit sheepishly, and Fundy laughs quietly. The fox takes a few moments, confidence bubbling in his gut as he reaches for the persons hand.

"Luckily for you, I'm nocturnal. Theres also a maze of tables infront of us, don't want you getting lost, do we?" Fundy snickers, although he doesn't give the other a chance to reply before hes dragging him through said table-maze. They reach the gambling machines rather quickly. "Alright, do your worst."

And that the man does. He wordlessly reaches into his pockets, pulling out a box and striking a match, as a makeshift light source as he figures out the wiring and panels. Hes produced a screwdriver from somewhere, and his bandanna is pulled down so he can hold the match between his scarred lips as he works. Fundy takes the time to look around the casino, to make sure they're not somehow being watched. When he looks back, the man has shed himself of his gloves, seeminly scratching with his knuckles at the wiring inside of the machine before replacing the panel. When Fundy takes a closer look, he can see teeth putruding from the knuckles. He doesn't question it, because the man is working far too hard to be distracted by silly questions.

The other repeats the process on about five machines before he blows out his match (he must have replaced it a few times, Fundy hadn't been paying much attention). "Thanks for the help." Fundy can only hope hes smiling underneath the bandanna thats back around his mouth.

"You're welcome, I think." Fundy replies, rocking back and forth a little on his feet. "You've got weird knuckles."

The man snorts, pulling on his gloves. "You have such a way with words, Foxy."

"My names Fundy!" The fox will absolutely deny his tail fluffing up in embarrassment, thank you very much.

"Well, Fundy, my names Dream. And I should be getting off. Your boss has it out for me."
"I wonder why."

Dream chuckles at that, waving his hand dismissively. "Thats for other reasons. I'll show myself the way out so you don't get accused of anything." Before Fundy can stop him, Dreams making his way back toward the doors to the living spaces. Fundy follows behind, impressed, because the mans somehow remember the pathway between the maze of tables. Dreams also noticed that hes being followed, waiting by the door and teasingly holding it open for Fundy. "Foxes first."

"Thank you, dickhead." Fundy shakes his head, walking through the open door with a unimpressed look brandished on his face. He hears the door close softly behind him, and Dream quickly catches up with him before they reach the end of the hallway, where Fundy and Tubbos room is.

Really, he shouldn't have been so suprised when Dream makes his way to the open window, using the help of a small table (with a very dead potted plant sat atop it) to climb and hoist himself through the window. Fundy can hear the other thud on the otherside of the wall, and he guiltily thinks about how funny it'd be if Dream landed on his ass, or face first.

After a few moments of waiting, Fundy makes his way to the window, standing on the table to reach and close it. He can hear a muffled laugh outside, and he smiles slightly. Green bastard.

... Its safe to say, Fundys very tired for his next shift at the casino, something new keeping him awake into the early hours of the morning.

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Recently, Fundy and Dream have been meeting up. Nothing scandalous, just friends under the cover of darkness. Fundy gave up any information about Quackity he could to Dream, and Dream took him out of the sparkling city of Las Nevadas for the very first time. It was a nice exchange, if you asked Fundy, even if he was always tired during work.

Horserides into the desert became normal, which was nice.

"I swear, you're going to love it."

Fundy hummed in acknowledgement to the statement, hooking his chin over Dreams shoulder. Today, the pair had gone alot deeper into the desert than usual, and unsurprisingly Fundy had lost track of where they were going. It was late, too, but Fundy didn't care, being with Dream seemed to fill him with energy.

Soon, Spirit slows their canter to a trot before completely stopping in their tracks. The horse bows their head to snuffle at the ground, unbothered by the movement on their back. Dream easily hops down, offering his hand for the fox.

Fundy could have gotten down by himself, but its an excuse to hold Dreams hand again, so he takes it and helps himself down.

"Thanks, cowboy."

Dream tips his hat teasingly, dropping Fundys hand to take Spirits reigns. "No problem, cityslicker." Easily, Dream guides the horse to one of the few trees beside a small stream, so that the horse could get a drink without roaming too far. He tethers them up quickly.

While Dream had been occupied with tying up the horse, Fundy was able to take in his surroundings.

It was a pretty little place, and the most suprising part was obviously the, somehow glowing, temple in the distance.

"Its glow moss, Coppercurls." The quiet voice nearly makes Fundy jump out of his skin, turning his head to glare at Dream for a moment before he sighs.

"I told you to stop calling me that."
"Yeah, but its funny."

The pair bicker quietly as they make their was towards the temple, and now that they're closer, Fundy can see the weird way its decorated. And the absolutely terrifying depiction of a god made into a statue outside. "This place is fucking creepy." Fundy mumbles, shaking his head.

Dream chuckles, pulling his bandanna down to grin down at the fox. "If it gets too scary, you could always hold my hand." He cooes, ignoring the foxes flushed face. "Or, you could wait out here while I try to find something. But thats lame."

Fundy rolls his eyes, but reluctantly nods. "I'm sure Spirit would protect me better than you could anyway." He states, giggling at Dreams offended face. "Don't look so upset, cowboy." The fox has to stop himself from laughing as Dream practically storms off into the temple. Fundy waits outside, inspecting his sharp nails.

Dream emerges a few minutes later, carrying various objects in his hands. Two matching compasses, a old (yet very detailed) revolver and a intricately decorated stopwatch. "Do you want any of this? I'm sure you could pawn it, or gamble them for money." Dream says, enamoured by the sparkle of intrest in the foxes eyes. It quickly dies down through, as the fox frowns.

"I can't, Quackity would kill me if he knew I left Las Nevadas." Fundy sighs, watching as Dream simply shrugs, turning on his heel to return the items he'd found. "But, we could keep the compasses? Our little secret." Its a statement full of hope, and thankfully Dream seems to agree.

"Aw, getting sentimental, Coppercurls?" Dream flashes Fundy a toothy grin, dissappearing back into the temple before the flustered fox could retort. When he returns once again, hes met with a sour face he cant help but laugh at. Without thinking, he reaches to grab the foxes hand and presses one of the compasses into it, holding out his own.

The two arrows spin around a little before pointing at each other.

"Kinda useless if they just point to each other." Fundy says, ears perking up as Dream sighs in anguish. He looks up from the two small objects, tilting his head in confusion. "It'll just lead to Las Nevadas."

"Oh, come on now." Dream leans down slightly, a smirk on his face. "I wouldn't be going to Las Nevadas, I'd be going to you." Boldly, his fingers curl around his compass before he taps his fist against Fundys chest, where his heart is. "The compass points more to here than some sparkling city in the desert."

Fundy sputters, face a entirely different shade of red from before. "You're such a dork!" It takes all his willpower to not stumble over his words, a smile creeping its way onto his face.

"Maybe." Dream hums, standing at his full height again. "We should get going, its starting to lighten up."

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The trip back to Las Nevadas is quiet, uneventful. Dream can't ride directly into Las Nevadas, so he makes do by stopping Spirit on the outskirts of Soot Ranch. The fox will have to walk through Manburg to get to Las Nevadas, but its better than getting caught.

This time, Fundy easily gets off of Spirit by himself with no help, shifting slightly on his feet. "Thank you for tonight, Dream." He smiles, covering his mouth when he feels the need to yawn.

"Well, how else am I supposed to treat my favourite information mole? I am very broke." Dream teases, looking down at Fundy from where hes still sat in Spirits saddle. "Get some sleep before your shift, yeah?" Hes glad when Fundy nods.

Fundy stands there beside Spirit for a few more quiet moments before he looks up at Dream. He suprises even himself when he grabs the other by the front of his shirt, pulling him down slightly to press a kiss to the outlaws cheek, before letting him go and stepping away from the horse. "I'll- I'll see you later." He says, waving goodbye as he heads off into Manburg.

Speechless, Dream blinked, staring after Fundy until the fox's figure had receded past recognition. Spirit huffing quietly is the only thing that draws his attention back to reality, shaking his head. "Well, Spirit, he sure is something," Dream murmured, hand on the cheek that had been kissed.

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In a silent house, its easy to hear a creaking fence and voices outside. It was 3am, who the hell would be up at this hour on their ranch? It couldn't have been Tommy, the boy slept like a damn rock.

Reluctantly, Friend pulled themselves from the comfort of their bed, planting a quick kiss on Sallys forehead before pulling on a jacket, boots and grabbing their shotgun. The sheep hyrbid walked out of the shared bedroom, closing the door and quickly walking down the stairs. They walked through the living room and into the kitchen, opening the door. The dog on the porch stirred, looking up at Friend with what they could only assume was a look of confusion. Friend bent down to pet the dogs head, glancing across the ranch and at the barn. It was the only place these.. trespassers could be hiding at.

The sheep hybrid beckoned the dog to follow them as they walked down the steps and across the now empty ranch. All the animals had been put away in the barn, thanks to Tommys help. Sheep trotted lazily beside Friend, though her tail was wagging. It was a quick walk to the barn, although Friend waited outside the doors to make certain the trespassers were inside. A wheezed string of laughter was enough conformation for Friend, pulling the shotgun off their back before kicking the barn door open. It was dark, but there was a lantern on the floor next to a bale of hay where two young men were sat.

"What are you doing on my ranch?" The sheep hyrbid snapped, narrowing their eyes. One of the men, a fox hyrbid, was wearing the uniform for the local casino, while the other was wrapped in a cloak that covered his entire body and a bandanna that covered the bottom half of his face.

Friend saw the cloaked man reach to grab something beside him - probably a gun. They really had the nerve to pull a gun on Friend in their own barn after trespassing. "I won't ask again - Why are you here? Put the gun down."

The two men glanced at each other. This must have been the rancher they were warned about last time by.. Thomas? Something along those lines. They did not anticipate being caught at such an early hour in the morning. Dream cleared his throat. "We're on a date." It was a reused excuse, but at least it was somewhat true this time around. The confused expression plastered on the sheep hybrids face made him chuckle, watching them falter with their shotgun for a moment. "Coppercurls here would be executed if his boss realised he was happy." Fundy grumbled at the name, crossing his arms over his chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

Friend frowned, eyebrows knitting together slightly. "So you chose my barn to hide in? Theres a child on this ranch, I dont need him finding you two.. yknow." They huffed, glancing around the barn. A few animals were awake, probably woken by loud wheezes and the commotion that followed, watching from the shadows. "Manburgs a ghost town, go fuck somewhere else!"

Another wheeze, and Friend was almost certain it rang in their ears for longer than it should have. "Oh Prime, no! We're not here for that!" The cloaked man laughed, although his companion didn't seem to find it as funny.

"Are you here to steal then? Theres nothing valuable in the barn other than livestock."

"Here that Achilles? Maybe we should steal Henry." The fox huffed, and the man beside him nearly choked on his own laughter. Friend was even more confused - how did these strangers know Tommys prized cow? Unless-

"Are you.. Tommys friends?" The sheep hybrid asked, lowering the gun. They'd rather not shoot people Tommy knew - and would rather not be on a time limit to dispose of familiar bodies.

"Totally, 100%." Now the cloaked man was getting up, pulling the fox with him and blowing out the lantern. "We should get going, Casinos opening later and Coppercurls needs his beauty sleep."

"Achilles!" The fox was flushed now, glaring at the taller man. "Dont say that." He groaned. Dream just shrugged, easily walking past Friend as if they hadnt just pointed a gun at them with violent intent.

Friend watched cautiously as they exited the barn, quickly closing the door and following behind the pair. Sheep trotted ahead, making sure the pair wouldn't try any funny business before hopping the fence again. Suprisingly, there was a horse on the other side of the fence. Las Nevadas wasn't that far away from Manburg, it wasn't a long walk at all. Why did they need a horse?

The question was answered a few moments later when the cloaked man - Achilles, apparently - pulled himself into the saddle. Coppercurls practically dragged him down into a quick kiss before mumbling a quiet goodbye, walking off towards Manburg with haste. Achilles waved, only guiding his horse into a trot when the fox hybrid was nothing but a blur in the distance.

"Strange. Very strange." The sheep hybrid snorted to themselves, yawning as Sheep guided them back to the ranch house. Friend opened the backdoor once more, looking down at the dog by their feet. "Cmon then, girl."

Sheep only ever got to sleep inside on special occasions, or if it rained, and Friend deemed this a special enough occasion. Their first trespassers, other than Wilbur and Tommy. The dog happily trotted inside, climbing up the stairs as Friend locked the door and left the shotgun on the table. Tommy wouldn't mess with it when he woke up - he knew the consequences of touching Friends guns. The sheep hybrid walked up the stairs, kicking off their boots once they were in their shared room. Sally was still asleep, thankfully, and Sheep had hopped up and settled on the end of the bed. Shucking off their jacket, Friend slipped underneath the covers and closed their eyes. They deserved to sleep in.

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When Friend woke up, they were alone. As gathered. The sheep hybrid pushed themself up with a yawn, checking the time on the old clock in the bedroom. 9 - something - am. Not too late. Friend quickly changed into some fresh clothes, walking downstairs after a few minutes. Tommy was sat at the kitchen table, shovelling food into his mouth, Shroud happily perched on the table and waiting to get back to work. The blonde always got his morning walk with Henry out of the way before eating. Friend noticed how he wasn't in his usual spot at the table, probably to avoid the gun still resting on the table.

"Morning Toms."

"Morning!" The word was muffled around the mouthful of scrambled eggs. "Sally gave Sheep breakfast, because someone decided to sleep in."

Friend rolled their eyes fondly, ruffling the boys hair and grabbing the gun and securing it on their back. "I had some business to attend to. Sue a sheep for sleeping in." They grabbed a plate from the drying rack, looking into the pot filled with scrambled eggs. "Was there anything off in the barn? I found some.. pests in there while I was out."

Tommy thought for a moment, before shrugging. "Don't think so. Henry would have told me otherwise." The blondes chest puffed out a little, highly confident in his cow-whispering abilities.

"Of course he would have." Now Sally was here, great. The tall ginger women sat down at the table, petting Shroud gently. The spider turned around to look at the women with his however many eyes, making a quiet noise. "I popped into town this morning. Apparently, theres a sort of fair coming to Manburg next week." The women reached over the table, grabbing a piece of toast from Tommys plate, ignoring his attempt to grab it back. "Don't know why they're not going to Las Nevadas, but apparently theres gonna be a dunk tank there. Wanted to know if the kid wanted to come along- the fairs on when we have business in town."

"I am not a kid! I'm a big man, I'm 16." Tommy huffed, standing up. His chair made a awful noise as it scrapped against the floor. The teen grabbed his plate, scrapping the remaining food into the bin before putting it into the dish bowl to be washed later. "And sure, I'll give it a go." He scooped up Shroud from the table, letting the spider crawl to his back.

The couple at the table watched as Tommy quickly walked out the backdoor, presumably to continue with his chores. They didn't miss the blonde baby-talking Sheep, who was waiting on the porch to follow whoever came outside first.

"They grow up so fast." Sally wiped a fake tear from her eye.

"You're so cheesy."

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Dragging his younger brother behind him, Dream frantically looked around the forest they seemed to be lost in. He was just glad they had lost it. The taller enderman shivered at the thought of it, coming to a stop as he saw a glowing in the distance between the overgrown shrub and trees. He rested his hands on his brothers shoulders as they walked, and as much as he hated to admit it he would be willing to use Ranboo as a shield if needed.

What his brother didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Dream narrowed his eyes as a cottage came into view, but Ranboo seemed to have the great idea of immediately charging forward and taking cover underneath the gap between the ground and porch. He peeped out, claws digging into the dirt.

"*Come on! It could still be out there.*"

Dream rolled his eyes, but crouched and pulled himself under the porch. Protectively, his tail curled around his brother. He looked out from under the porch, growling as he saw something shuffling in the bushes before whizzing off. The enderman rested his head on his hands, closing his eyes.

"*We've been running for days. Get some rest.*"

The older croaked, sleeping pulling at his conscious as he felt his brother shift beside him.

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"Fundy! There's something under your porch!"

George barked from the window, having pushed it open some time during the night. The mushroom-forest deity thing watched as the fox hybrid rolled over in his bed, groaning in annoyance and getting up. "Yeah yeah, hang on."

Fundy sniffed, shoving on his boots and grabbing his crossbow. He slung it over his back, approaching the window and batting George aside - he shouldn't have looked as offended as he did, Fundy was 99% sure he could fly.

Yawning, Fundy climbed down the ladder propped against his window. It was quicker than walking all the way downstairs, and if there really was something under the porch, he'd prefer not to wake it up with the creaky floorboards Sally was due to replace any day. The fox rubbed his eyes, watching as George hovered for a moment above the ground before landing. The swirling leaves at his feet always confused Fundy; he already knew the other could control wildlife, now he was just showing off. Fundy rolled his eyes, slowly walking to the front of the house. He crouched down, scanning underneath the porch before ducking his head down and covering his eyes.

"George, close your eyes. Please." Fundy had to hope the other was being obedient for once, he wasn't too keen on looking up and risking eye contact with the mobs under the wooden slabs. Endermen were peaceful unless aggravated, there was no use in killing them, especially when it wouldn't be a fair fight, as they both seemed asleep. "They're Endermen. Probably sheltering from last night's spot of rain." The fox said, slowly wiggling his way out from the porch and pulling himself up. He opened his eyes now he was safe.

The fox was about to leave the creatures be, before George decided he had a better idea. In a instant, the taller man was ontop of the porch and stomping against the wooden boards. "Wake up! Get out from Fundys porch and scram!" He yelled, and Fundy nearly jumped out of his skin when eyes snapped open. He covered his eyes.

"George!" The fox groaned, ears twitching as the aggressive stomping came to a stop. Fundy peaked through his fingers to glare at George, who shrugged and whizzing off in a cloud of green, smoke? He wasn't sure what it was.

But great, now he had to deal with this by himself.

"I am so sorry." He started, practically frozen on the spot as he heard one of the creatures pull themselves from underneath the porch. He was itching to grab his crossbow, but he still had to worry about eye contact.

Fundys breath caught in his throat as he felt long finger-like claws wrap around one of his wrists and pull it away from his face. The beast was tall, towering over Fundy, and the fox was ready to get attacked as he opened his eye. But no, the creature seemed to be observing him, unbothered by the eye contact. "Uh.." Fundy looked around, catching the other enderman standing up. He looked back to see the other still starring, pupils dilated and a swishing tail, and a soft purr rumbling from their chest. Slowly, Fundy pulled himself away, shoulders hunched and for once in his life he wished the spunky mushroom was here to curse the mob out.

A disappointed whine left the creatures, mouth? and Fundy shrunk more into himself. Another pair of eyes appeared suddenly, and thankfully they were on a shorter body compared to their companion. They too seemed unbothered as Fundy looked between the pair.

"Hello?"
"*Hiya! I'm Ranboo, who are you?*"

The shorter chirped, and Fundy was left in utter confusion. He didn't speak a lick of Ender.

"*Nitwhit, don't you remember any Human I taught you?* Hi!" The taller leaned down a bit to see Fundy closer, the rumbling in his chest more noticeable now. "I'm Dream, this is Ranboo."

The foxes ears flattened against his head. Oh god. Now he would be expected to hold a conversation with potentially hostile mobs. "Uh.. Fundy." He mumbled.

"Fundy.. That's cute! Just like your human face!" The enderman, Dream, cooed, happily fixated on dawning over the foxes appearance. A sudden whoosh of leaves was Fundys relief, as George suddenly reappeared and practically tore Dream away. The enderman hissed at George, who glared back as he wrapped a arm around Fundys shoulder.

"What kinda stunt are you tryna pull, Mr. Otherworldly?" He spat, mushroom spores floating to the ground as he shook his head in disgust.

"George-"

"I'm just trying to be nice!"
"Well, you're coming off way too strong for someone just 'trying to be nice.' Cmon Fundy, let's get Sally to exterminate these varmin."

Before Fundy could protest he was being dragged up the porch steps and had to stop himself from giggling as George wiggled the front door. It refused to budge. "This is embarrassing." He muttered, turning back to Dream and Ranboo. "You're lucky I cant climb ladders very well." He huffed, blinking as Dream suddenly teleported infront of them, grasping Fundys arm. "Hey! Let him go!" George huffed, slapping Dreams bicep. The enderman just shrugged, tail wagging as he watched the foxes face again.

"I think he likes me."
"Ya think?"

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The stomach-mouth Dream HC is like, top tier, so ofc me and my friend had to include it in the AU

Incase it isn't obvious that Dream is not normal, here are character notes that are 100% NOT copied and pasted from my DMs 😻‼

Dream looks like a normal human when he has his cloak on, but as soon as its off you can see the elephant in the room. And usually its got a dopey grin on his stomach. Dreams stomach-mouth has sharp teeth that stick out, and a very long prehensile tongue. Its described as slimey by some (mostly his partner and the fox kit he's taken under his wing). Unless hes fighting, he doesn't use his stomach-mouth often, though it has a mind of its own. Ask the rats in Pogtopia hes accidentally eaten in his sleep. If hes carrying something and with Fundy or Yoghurt, he'll use his tongue to hold their hand.
Due to his interesting.. mutation, Dream also has teeth growing from his knuckles. They need to be filed down frequently or they begin to hurt.

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Stargazing soon turned to quiet, friendly banter.

Apart from the noises of distant animals, or Erets boots crunching around on the sand and stones around Pogtopias entrance, Fundy and Dreams voices were the only things to fill the quiet space around them.

"You're lucky I like you so much, otherwise I'd turn you into the Sheriff without any hesitation."

Dream fakes a look of betrayal, flopping dramatically onto his side next to the sitting fox. "You wound me, Coppercurls!" He cries, having to hide a small, tired smile behind a hand at the noise of Fundy laughing beside him. Quickly though, he seemiling recorvers and pushes himself up. "You gotta make it up to me somehow." He demands playfully, gazing into Fundys eyes lovingly.

The ginger tilts his head, grinning slightly. "How do you want me to do that, Achilles?" He asks, and Dream grins at the use of his Syndicate name. Fundys yet to make him a proper nickname, so it'll have to do.

"Well." Dream starts, batting his eyes innocently at the other. "I've got a long tongue, I could put it to use."

Fundys mouth is left agape for a few moments, and Dream fears hes maybe gone too far, before he sees the others eyes flit down to his second mouth momentarily. "Yeah? Thats hot." Fundy admits quietly, and Dream sighs quietly in relief. Dream is quick to push himself up off the groud, offering a hand put for Fundy. The fox takes it happily, although theres still a challenging look in his eyes. "And how'dya plan on doing that, Dream?"

"Come and find out."

A quick, nervous glance is thrown over Dreams shoulder to make sure Erets nowhere insight, and it seems the mans retired for the night. In his haste, he practically yanks Fundy along to the tent he'd set up before dinner. Thankfully, the fox doesn't seem to mind, just as antsy as he is.

Before he knows it, hes sat down on the blanket he'd laid out hours before with Fundy in his lap, a rather violent clash of teeth and tongue against his own, not that hes complaining. The violent makeout session is only brought to a end when Dream feels Fundys sharp claws digging though his clothes and into skin, pulling away with a quiet hiss. Fundy frowns in apology, and Dream can't stay mad at that face, so he just laughs. "A little pain never hurt anybody." He says in assurance, and thats enough to spur Fundy with confidence again.

"Can I take your shirt off?" The fox asks, and when Dream nods, he begins on unbuttoning the off-white material. When its finally off, Dream rolls his shoulders in an attempt to relax, though Fundy is focused on something else. The maw in his stomach opens, the long tongue flicking across the top row of sharp teeth.

Dream had been confused with the foxes intrest in the second pair of jaws in his stomach, especially with how it could act by itself - See; the poor Pogtopian rats he's eaten in his sleep.

Dream clears his throat when the silence has lingered for too long, smiling when the fox immediately looks up at him. Deciding to show off the prehensile traits of his tongue, he uses the muscle to pull Fundy closer by the wrist, catching the others lips in another kiss. When Fundy pulls away, he pulls his wrist away gently, just to get a general idea at how long it is. It easily follows along with the foxes wrist, and Dream stops him before the pull can get uncomfortable. "Its... slimey." Fundy states.

"Its a tongue, what were you expecting? And, hey! Are you bodyshaming me?" The pair laugh quietly, bumping foreheads together affectionately. The tongue uncoils from Fundys wrist and retreats back into Dreams maw. "Look, you made it insecure!" The blonde exclaims, moving to rest his head in the crook of Fundys neck.

The fox in his lap just rolls his eyes fondly, tracing small scars on Dreams shoulders with a clawed finger. He gasps when he feels sharp teeth sink into his neck, though Dream seems to be kind enough to lick at the mark in an apology before sucking at it gently. "What are you, a vampire?" Fundy teases, looking down at Dream when he pulls away.

"If you keep making fun of me, maybe I'll just kick you out of my tent."
"You wouldn't!"

Theres a silent staring contest between them, before Dream sighs in defeat. "You're right, sadly." He ignores the foxes little noise of triumph, hands settling on his hips and toying with his belt. Fundy won't want to take his shirt off, and thats fine with Dream - he respects the foxes choice. "You sure you're okay with this?" He asks, pulling the leather belt through the loops in Fundys work uniform - he hadn't managed to grab any clothes from his room in Las Nevadas before they ran off. Dream only acts further when Fundy replies with a quick 'Yes', helping the other out of his pants. The fox settles back down in his lap, boxers riding up his thighs due to the position.

"Are you just gonna sit on me while I struggle to get my own pants off?" Dream snickers, watching as the fox immediately makes a move to slide off his lap. He waits patiently as Dream pulls down his pants and undergarments, face flushing slightly as he looks away. And then he realises where they are, and without a mattress, his back is going to hurt like hell tomorrow.

Dream seems to catch onto the new, nervous air about the fox. "Hey, Fundy, we dont have to do this if you don't want to." He promises, though the look the ginger gives him confuses him immensely.

"Its not that, I'm just scared for my back."

Oh.

Its his turn to flush red, as of course, in his excitement, he'd forgotten a bedroll. Dream thinks for a moment, before he decides to be the bigger man, literally. "You could, uh, ride me?" He'd willingly sacrifice his own back if it meant their first time together was enjoyable for the fox hybrid, even if he ended up regretting it in the morning. Fundy seems to lighten up at that, nodding before he moves to climb back into Dreams lap. When the other lays back on the blanket, Fundy quickly slips out of his boxers and sits on Dreams thighs.

Ah, another problem to be faced. A major lack of lube.

Dream doesn't know what hes waiting for. Disappointment? Anguish? Maybe the last one was a tad dramatic, but he deemed it reasonable in this situation. What he didnt expect was for the fox to shove his hand into the toothy maw in his stomach and squeeze his tongue. "What are you doing?!" Dream yelps, pushing himself up on his elbows. The fox doesn't look up, though he pulls his saliva-covered hand out of Dreams stomach.

"Since you can't seem to remember anything, I have to make do with what I've got." Fundy shrugs, nonchalantly wrapping his hand around the others dick. His ears twitch at the gasp Dream lets out, grinning to himself as he spends the next few moments making sure Dreams fully covered.

The fox above him gazes at his body with calculating eyes, shifting ever so slightly so his thighs now bracket Dreams hips. He seems so focused on figuring the easiest way to perform the actual act of riding.

It takes a few quiet moments before hes had any success, and the triumphant noise the fox makes would have been endearing if Dream wasn't close to rock solid. The head of his cock is poking bluntly between Fundys thighs, and hes immensely glad when the other finally sinks down his length.

Obviously, it doesn't go in in one go, due to lack of prep, but he can wait, because the look on Fundys face is to die for. Hazel eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows knit slightly together, sharp little canines poking out over the lip hes biting into. Slowly, the fox begins to grind his hips down, a loud moan tumbling from his lips.

Dream lets Fundy go at his own pace for a few minutes, pants and whimpers happily gracing his ears. His hands have moved to hold Fundys hips by now, fingers scrunched up in the fabric still resting on them. Gently, he helps Fundy rise and drop his hips, the pace increasing in speed rapidly.

It doesn't suprise him that Fundy doesn't last as long as he does, yet hes still holding on strong, even with his head hung between his shoulders, hands planted firmly on Dreams chest to keep himself upright. Though, Dream can feel his own orgasm racking up, but he can't cum in Fundy - Eret would kill them if the fox got pregnant.

A minute or so of semi-frantic thrusting passes before Dream, sadly, pulls out of the wet heat encasing his cock, watching as Fundys thighs shake and listening to the quiet whine the fox produces. Despite his body buzzing, the ginger works fast, settling back down on Dreams thighs before wrapping a hand around Dreams dick.

"Jesus, Fundy-" Dream chokes out, laughing at the way Fundys head perks up to look at him once he starts speaking. "- You don't have to do that."

"I want to." Fundy says tiredly, smiling slightly. "Its unfair that you don't get to cum too."

Well, Dream can't argue with that, so he lets Fundy get on with it. Easily, the fox pumps his cock a few times, occasionally rubbing at the head in a teasing manner. Dream cums in his hand with a groan, and Fundy wipes it off on the blanket beneath the other. The ginger quickly moves to sit beside Dream, grabbing both pairs of their underwear. "You're not sleeping naked, at least put your boxers on."

Dream happily obliges, and when hes up to Fundys sleeping-standards, he pulls the fox down into his arms, resting his head upon the ginger mess of curls. A pair of arms wraps around his torso in return.

Sweaty, exhausted and satisfied, the pair easily fall asleep in each others embrace.

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After recounting the ceiling tiles in his dingy little prison cell for probably the millionth time, Dream wonders when Fundy will get a move on with their plan.

They'd used their visiting hours to scheme quietly, Fundy acting as Dreams overly worried husband - which isn't too far from the truth. The prison guards know him as a frail, naive, poor lovesick man. Which is great for the couple, because no one would expect a breakout plan to be created right beneath their noses.

Dream knows far too well that Fundy likes to take his sweet time with these things, claiming Dream shouldn't have been so careless to get himself caught - as if the fox hadn't been with him the entire time he was commiting his crime.

The fox never waits longer than a month though, and the days are dwindling down as he thinks about it. Dream will stroke his ego and say its because Fundy misses him too much, though.

Through his shitty little barred-off window, Dream can see the night sky darken ever so slightly over the passing minutes. Dream has half the mind to nod off to sleep, though a quiet jingling in the hallway catches his attention. He sits up in his poor excuse of a bed, eyes thankfully having adjusted to the darkness.

He hears a quiet 'poof'ing noise behind the door separating him from the so-called prison living space, and his anticipation shoots throught the roof when he hears the lock on the door rattling.

When it opens though, his saviour is no where in sight, until he looks down. He has to fight the urge to scoop Fundy up in his arms, which isn't too hard when the fox immediately turns tail and wonders off.

Dream follows.

As they walk through the prison, Dream wonders how Fundy even got in - or how they haven't been caught.

The latter question is answered a few moments after it culminates in his mind, whichever prison guard on duty is slumped over asleep on their work desk. Dream shakes his head, noting to ask about that later.

Fundy leads him to the kitchen, a place Dreams never been in. Dream pushes the door open wider, peeking his head inside and groaning mentally at the sight.

"A window? Is that your best escape route?"

The fox whips its head around to give Dream the meanest look it can muster, before hopping onto a counter. It chitters in annoyance at Dream before practically jumping out the window, and he already knows hes probably going to get a mouthful about it when Fundys in his human form.

Still, Dream has to be somewhat thankful, and he has no choice now, so he decides that he will follow Fundy out the kitchen window, even if it looks a little too small for him to squeeze through. It takes a while, and hes sure hes put at least three new dents into the kitchens sink hes balancing on.

He lands on the grass outside with a thud, ignoring the foxes attempt at laughter, looking around. They're in the courtyard, and Dream knows better than anyone on how to climb a fence, so he gets to work. He lets Fundy hitch a ride on his shoulder, because the fox has done enough work, and it would just take longer if he needed to wait for the fox too.

As soon as he, once again, hits the ground, hes running as if his life depends on it - which at this point, it does. Theres a forest just beyond the prison, which is the most obvious place for Dream to be, but he doesn't plan on staying too long.

If he knows Fundy, theres a bag of fresh clothes somewhere hidden, as well as food and cash.

After a few minutes of running, they're deep enough in the forest to take a break. Fundy hops from his back, shaking out his fur before he transforms again. Splotches of moonlight shine through the canopy of leaves above them, beautifully decorating the gingers face. He looks rather handsome, Dream thinks.

"You're an idiot." Ah, the fond insults Dreams grown to miss over the past month. It had been hilarious to hear the other proclaim his love in their little act infront of the guards, but that would have never had been as genuine as this.

"Yeah, but you love me, right?" Dream chuckles, watching as Fundys eyes roll. The fox doesn't reply, he just looks away, nocturnal eyes scanning the forest floor for any abnormalities he'd left while hiding their supplies. "How'd you get the guard to sleep, by the way?"

Fundy looks up, pushing past him gently because hes found what hes looking for. "Y'know the cupcakes I made for the guards?" Dream makes a noise of acknowledgement. "Sleeping meds."

He should have known it. Fundy had purposely booked a visiting hour at the lastest time in the day he could, he should have expected the box the fox had brought with him to be some sort of foul play. The ginger had made them to thank the guards for taking such good care of his Dreamy, and that he'd be off on a business meeting and wouldn't be back to visit for a while. Really, it was stupid Dream hadn't realised his rescue would be tonight.

"Such a smart fox." Dream compliments, watching as Fundys tail wags, and he just knows the fox is blushing from where hes crouched. "We should get a move on, though, even with your plan, the guards switch over at midnight."

Fundy nods, although he turns around to only thrust something into Dreams arms. "Get changed, can't have you walking around in a prison uniform." He easily ignores Dreams complaints about getting dirty, turning around so the other can have his privacy to go through their supplies again.

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If you saw Dream and Fundy walking hand-in-hand down a dimly lit street path at such a late hour in the night, you'd probably assume they're just your run-of-the-mill couple, and not that one of them had just been broken out of Manburg prison a few towns over.

The smell of smoke lingers around them, but you could easily justify that as just being from the cigarette they're sharing between them, and not the fact a prison jumpsuit has been burnt in the middle of nowhere.

They're very unlikely partners in crime, but they love each other, and thats what counts.

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Fundy had been bedridden for days. The fox hybrid had caught something, something neither Dream or Karl knew how to treat with magic. He'd barely been strong enough to eat, and anything he managed to get down came back up after a few minutes.

Reasonably, Dream and Karl were worried.

The Revival Book had no information on.. whatever this was, and Dream was starting to worry if he made Fundy sick with magic. If this was all his fault. Karl had reassured him that it couldn't have been his fault, he was trying to do a good thing. It was hard to believe such a good thing could cause his loved ones such pain.

Currently, Dream was sat next to the shabby bed the fox had began to call home, reading. The words spewing from his mouth were old fairy tales, occasionally met by a low groan from Fundy. His free hand was holding Fundys, occasionally the fox hybrid would squeeze it, and Dream would smile a little.

The sound of a squeaking door caught both of their attention, Fundy peeking open red eyes. Karl was stood in the hallway, and aside from the perk of Fundys ears, that was the only indication that the ginger had recognised who was standing there. Usually, the foxes tail would have been wagging as he rushed to embrace his lover.

Karl and Dream made quiet conversation before they switched roles. Now Karl was telling Fundy about his day while Dream went to prepare dinner. Fundy tried to reply to Karls lively comments, but it hurt his throat to speak. He just wanted to sleep, but the pair were insistant on him staying awake for some reason, like they knew something he didn't. It must have been a little while later when Dream showed up again, because Fundy was sure he'd zoned out. His mind felt fuzzy.

The fox grimaced slightly at the food on the plate sat in his lap, missing the glances Karl and Dream gave eachother. A bread roll and water. Fundy supposed if he couldn't keep anything down, it was fair that Dream and Karl got to enjoy the decent food stored in the little library. It took a bit before the fox had drank the water and attempted to eat the bread, but gave up after he started to feel queasy. Finally, Dream and Karl had decided he was allowed to sleep. The pair both kissed him on the forehead before retiring to their makeshift bed on the floor. Fundy felt bad about making the two sleep on the floor, but he didn't really have a choice on where to sleep.

Hushed whispers lulled him to sleep from the foot of the bed.

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The fox hybrid had passed a few days later. Dream found his cold body, still laid in bed of course. He had been sickly pale when Dream discovered his lifeless-ness. From an outside perspective, it probably would have looked dramatic.

A god sobbing over a mortals lifeless body, clutching hard enough to break skin.

Dream had waited until Karl had returned to bury Fundys corpse. Just beyond the libary, they could see the spot from a window in the attic. They visited the hand-dug grave daily. Karl had suggested planting a tree over it - because trees can last for centuries. Dream agreed.

When the tree was fully grown, Dream and Karl had carved the gingers name into the bark. To their pleasure, occasionally they saw foxes gather by the tree, hiding in the shrubbery that had started to grow around it. Karl made up stories about the foxes being Fundys (albiet, late) guides to peaceful afterlife. Dream could live happily with their little fantasy.

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It had to have been a few centuries when Dream and Karl were stable enough to welcome new partners. Dream was more well versed in his witchcraft, and almost certain he'd be able to bring Punz and Sapnap safely along with their immortality.

Fundy was never forgotten, at least not to Karl and Dream. His portrait still hung above their bed, Dream still had his tattoo that he got repaired every few years when it started to fade. Most importantly, the tree was still there. Occasionally, Dream or Karl would lay flowers there. They knew very well that Fundys body had decomposed by this point, but that wasn't what mattered to them. Occasionally the flowers would be snatched by a curious fox - another one of Fundys very late guides.

When, or if, they all pass, Dream hopes he and Karl can be reunited with their lover, of course along with Sapnap and Punz. For now, they can only hope.

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Standing outside the Fable Hair storefront, Dream runs a hand through his shaggy mess of a mane before he takes a step forward and shamefully walk through the doors.

While hes the coverboy, and son of the company owner, of Showstoppers Hair, his fathers hair products always do more harm than good.

Hes heard good things about Fable, so he might as well give it a shot and pray his father doesn't find out about his betrayal.

Dream looks around, humming quietly as he takes in his surroundings. Of course, it smells like heaven on earth, and the theme is rather rustic, which is probably a hint to Fables natural hair products. Theres posters over one wall with their most frequent models, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo.

As expected, products line almost every single wall on shelves. Maybe they should have made them lower though, became a employee is struggling to restock the highest shelf. Well, if Fable can't take into account that they probably shouldn't hire short people, Dream doubts their hair products will be up to standard.

Smugly, Dream saunters up behind the other and grabs the bottle (if he looked closer, he'd realise it was shampoo) off of them. This causes a chain reaction, as in their suprise, the employees backs into him and nearly drops the box they're carrying in their other hand.

"Oh, god- I'm so sorry-"

They ramble out a apology, moving quickly away from the other. Now that Dream can get a good look at him, he notices that he's a fox hybrid, and his face is rather flushed.

"No problem, foxy. Not your fault your boss can't find someone taller to do this job." He snickers, watching as they look up from the ground with a slight glare. Huh, this place has loyal employees - or hes just annoyed with the comment about his height. Dream watches as their face contorts again, whatever embarrassed or annoyed expression wiped clean and replaced with something of irritation.

"Your the Showstoppers coverboy. Why are you here?"
"Scouting out the competition."

Dream says with a shrug, finally putting the bottle of shampoo down on the shelf. The fox hybrid is still holding their box of bottles, so he offers to take them. They're handed over with reluctantance. "Relax, I'm not gonna ruin your products. I'm here to buy something, actually."

After finishing up the shelf, Dream looks back at the employee. Quickly, he reads their name tag. Fundy V. Soot. Ah, shit. He's been badmouthing this guys dad, who just so happens to own the Fable Hair company. However, theres a mischievous glint in the foxes eyes.

Before he knows it, hes getting dragged around the store with a armful of products. Hes sure most of this stuff isnt necessary, but he'll ignore it in favour of getting on the foxes good side. They arrive at the register, and theres a new, confident air around the fox as he scans each product, tail swishing behind him happily.

"Your total comes to... £135. Cash or debit?"

The fox is smirking slightly, as if hes unknowingly conned the lion out of such a large sum of money. Dream pulls his wallet out of his jacket pocket, counting through his bills. Hes even been so generous as to leave the fox a £10 tip, ignoring the way he sputters and tries to refuse it. "Well, Fundy. Its been nice meeting you, maybe you could buy yourself some height, though."

The annoyed look graces Fundys face again, shaking his head. "Get out before I tell some big magazine company you're in your fathers rival store." Fundy giggles at Dreams offended gasp, glancing at the door. "You should at least leave before we get more customers in, they'll 100% snitch on you."

With that, Dream takes his bag of overly priced hair products and turns on his heel to leave. Quickly, though, before hes actually out of the door, he turns around to say goodbye. "Bye, foxy!" He leaves just in time to not get a earful of complaining.

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Dreams made a nasty habit of showing up weekly to Fable Hair, although he doesn't show up to buy anything.

No, he shows up to see Fundy.

Most of the time, he shows up bearing gifts for Fundy - his own little way of trying to court the fox.

Hes learned Fable Hair's employee schedule off by heart, and the best time to catch Fundy by himself is on Mondays, when the store first opens for the day. At 7:30 am.

Well, at least hes somewhat fixed his sleep schedule.

At first, Dream had started off by buying Fundy expensive gifts. Its not like it hurt his own pockets, though it did disappoint the lion hybrid when Fundy would try to outright refuse his advances and tell Dream to return whatever ridiculously priced item he'd bought this time. Somehow, Dreams always convinced Fundy to keep the items, though hes sure they're just hidden away at the bottom of the foxes wardrobe.

The only thing the fox actually showed off and wore was a platinum ring, that Dream had completely lied about the pricing of.

He'd learned pretty soon that the fox much rather enjoyed knick-knacks and clothes, and he was more than willing to bend to Fundys preferences.

The fox is much more enamoured by the cheesy graphic tshirts, fidget toys and occasional comic books. After listening to Fundy complain about his nails for a while, nail files have also joined his weekly collection of gifts.

Currently, though, Dreams trying to justify another purchase hes made for the fox.

Really, its innocent. A plush green hoodie he'd bought in his own size. Despite having bought Fundy clothes before, and knowing his sizes, hes trying to find a way to portray this as a accident.

Thankfully though, Dreams great at making excuses up on the spot, it seems, because as soon as he saunters through the Fable Hair doors, he knows exactly what to do.

As usual, Fundy is sat behind the register, scrolling through his phone as he waits for the foot-traffic to start filling up the shop. He only looks up when Dream places down something on the table infront of him, standing up quickly and brushing himself clean of invisible dust.

"What did you get this time?" He asks, although he doesn't give Dream the chance to reply as he rifles through the bag infront of him. The usual packet of nail files and-

"I know it looks weird but I accidently ordered two from this shop." Dream rushes to explain, rubbing the back of his neck and flashing a nervous toothy smile. "I didn't wanna send it back so I thought it would be a nice thing to give you!"

Fundy blinks, tilting his head in confusion as he looks at the green fabric. His fingers dig into the plush material for a moment. "It... looks a little big." He comments. Although, when Dream makes a dissapointed move to take it back, he snatches it away. "I'll keep it though! Since you obviously thought so much about it."

That nervous grin from before breaks into a full on face-splitting smile. "Oh! I'm so glad." Dream watches as Fundy puts the hoodie back into its bag, picking it up by the handles and placing it behind the counter. His face falls a little in dissapointment. "Are you not going to wear it?"

"Against dress code, sadly." Fundy sighs dramatically, shaking his head. With a quick glance to the time on his phone, Fundy makes a quick shooing motion with his hand that Dream knows far too well. "You should go."

Dreams shoulders slump, although he knows this routine far too well by now. "Alright. Text me later, yeah?" He looks hopeful, as if he doesn't know the answer Fundy will give him already.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go on, get lost."

The lion doesn't need to be told twice, running a quick hand through his hair before turning on his heel to leave. He shouts a quick goodbye before officially leaving the store.

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After spending a week in Pogtopia scheming, and finally fixing up Erets farmhouse after days of work, Dreams decided he deserves a bath.

He has a slight problem, though.

Due to his treatment in Pandoras Vault, Dreams developed a slight fear of water. He's petrified of being almost waterboarded or drowned again.

So, instead of facing his problems head on, Dreams decided to prey on poor, innocent, unsuspecting Fundy.

Thankfully for him, the fox is busy washing up after the Syndicates poor excuse of a dinner with their left over rations. He drapes himself over Fundys back, wrapping his arms around the foxes waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. "Take a bath with me, please?"

The fox stills slightly at that, looking at him from the corner of his eye. "Can't you take one yourself?" He asks, which makes Dream grumble slightly.

"Don't laugh at what I'm about to say."
"Okay?"

Dream stays quiet for a few moments, burying his head into the crook of Fundys neck. "... I'm scared. Quackity would try to drown me to get information about the Revival Book when I was in Pandoras Vault." He admits, squeezing Fundy slightly harder.

Fundy sighs, putting down the plate he'd been washing and drying his hands off. "Fine, I need some clothes though, I only have my work uniform." Dream takes that as his queue to leave, practically running up the ladder into his room in the attic.

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A few minutes later, Fundy and Dream find themselves in Erets small bathroom. Fundys waiting for the water in the bath to get deep and warm enough for the both of them, while Dream stands on the opposite side of the room.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." Dream says, eyeing the door. Fundy shrugs, dipping his hand into the water.

"Maybe." The fox hums. "You should try to wash yourself though, I'm not sleeping in a actual bed with you unless you do." He threatens, unbuttoning his work shirt and letting it fall to the bathroom floor, working on his belt.

That makes Dream move, and no he won't specify whether it was the threat or Fundy undressing himself so freely.

Fundy looks up when Dream approches him, grinning slightly. "I promise you won't drown." He says, pulling his belt through the hoops in his pants and letting them fall to the ground in the action. "Just, keep your stomach-mouth shut, yeah?"

Dream nods, subconsciously clenching the maw in his stomach tightly closed. "Alright."

The ginger grins slightly, fingers hooking the waistband of his boxers, glad when Dream adverts his eyes. Once they're off, he quickly climbs into the bathtub, pulling his knees to his chest. "You can look now."

Despite being given permission to look, Dream doesn't, as hes working on his own clothes. After getting his shirt and pants off, he has to egg himself on to take his underwear off and actually climb into the bath.

After far too long, though, he finally does, staring across the bathtub at Fundy. Hes shaking, despite the water being warm. "I do not like this." He complains, and although its light hearted, he can feel his chest tightening.

Fundy frowns, eyebrows knitting together as he thinks. "I can hold you if you sit between my legs. That might make you feel better?" He tries, watching as calculated eyes study him, as if to try and see if hes lying.

Slowly, without saying anything, Dream makes his way over, pressing his back into Fundys chest. Arms wrap around his chest, legs bracketing his own.

"That better?"
"... A little..."

A kiss is pressed to Dreams shoulder, quiet praises whispered into tan skin. Eventually, Dream stops shaking like a leaf, and Fundy speaks up again. "You mind if I wash your hair?" He asks, only moving when he sees Dream nod. The ginger shifts slightly behind the other, leaning over the bathtub to grab some of the products left out by Eret, as well as a small bowl presumably used for washing hair. "Close your eyes, I'm gonna pour some water over your head."

"Fundy..."

"Its okay, I promise. You can wash my hair after if you want." Fundy reassures quickly, reaching around Dream to fill the bowl with water. Now that hes let go of Dreams chest, the blonde male has taken to grasping the edges of the bathtub for the unneeded support. Fundy doesn't comment on it, willing to let Dream make himself comfortable however he wants.

"Can you tell me when you're about to do it?" Dream asks. His voice is far too quiet, and he's obviously embarrassed by having to ask.

Fundy makes a noise of confirmation. "Uhuh." The fox takes a few seconds before he moves to raise the bowl above Dreams head. "I'm doing it... now!"

Water rushes down Dreams face, long hair sticks to his upper back and neck. Everything's quiet in the bathroom for a few moments before Dream gasps for air.

"Did you hold your breath the entire time?!"
"I was scared!"

Fundy immediately feels bad for raising his voice, because Dream is shaking again. He moves without thinking, pulling Dream back into his chest, arms wrapping around Dream quickly. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." He shushes, kissing Dreams shoulder again. "I'm sorry." He repeats.

Dream takes a few moments to reply, voice shaking despite his best efforts to keep it level. "Its- Its fine. Just get it over with so I can get out. Please."

Fundy can't argue with that, so he works on shampooing and conditionering Dreams hair quickly. Dream obviously doesn't appreciate the water poured over his head every few minutes, and practically jumps out the bath when Fundy tells him hes done. He doesn't leave though. He sits on the floor next to the bathtub wrapped in a towel, waiting for Fundy.

"You're not going to get changed?" Fundy asks, ears flattening against his head as he dumps a bowl of water over his head. Fundys somewhat glad to hear Dream laugh at the sight of his boyfriend with his bangs stuck to his face.

"I have to make sure you don't drown now."
"I'm not the one who's deadly afraid of water."

Dream gasps in offence. "I have a perfectly good reason to be scared of water!" The blonde states, and hes got that look he gets when hes going to go on a long rant, so Fundy quickly silences it by leaning across the bathtub to kiss his lips.

"Hey! Not fair!"
"Alls fair in love and war, Achilles."