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The first time Dream met Technoblade just so happened to be when he was running from the authorities.

He’d been jumping across rooftops, gun at his waist, money over his shoulder, and blood splattered across his white smiley mask. The blond laughed as he neared their getaway alley, where George and Sapnap were waiting in their car.

Dream smiled as he flung himself to another rooftop, the cop helicopter a few buildings away. He knew he would make it, of course he would. It was always the same after all, grab the money, get onto the roof, speed run over rooftops, jump into the car, epic car chase, then they get away. See? Simple.

Except for this time, apparently.

The blond was just about to jump over the last edge when he saw him. An officer that he’d never seen before. He’d apparently scaled the entire building, because as far as Dream could tell, the helicopter was nowhere near them. The man had his gun out, pointed at Dream’s face. Dream, unfortunately for the blond, had just jumped when his eyes found the man. The only things that Dream registered in that moment was the slight pressure on the tip of his foot, the man’s vibrant pink hair, his crimson eyes that bore into Dream’s skull, and the feeling of flailing through the air towards the ground.

The blond smacked into the alley below, landing on a few garbage bags that managed to slightly break his fall. He quickly reoriented himself and sat up, his eyes focusing on the car in front of him. It revved its engine, hurry the fuck up dumbass. Dream flung himself up from the ground, at the last second remembering the money he’d taken the time out of his day to steal. He grabbed it before making a full on sprint to the car a few feet in front of him.

He flung open the back door, greeted by Sapnap’s annoyed face in the passenger's seat, George at the wheel. The blond threw himself into the back, slamming the door shut. “What the fuck was that little stunt huh?” Sapnap demanded as soon as the door closed. Dream looked out the back window, craning his neck the slightest bit to see if he could catch sight of the man with pink hair again.

“I don’t-“ Dream started to say before he cut himself off. The pinket Dream was looking for had flung himself off the roof and landed perfectly on his own two feet. He crouched slightly as he landed, his hand meeting the ground for a split second before he righted himself again. “Go George! Fucking move the car!”

The man raised his gun, pointing at one of their tires as George slammed his foot on the gas. The car screeched a bit, then shot forward. There was a popping sound a moment later.

“Fuck!” George yelled. He was jerking the steering wheel back and forth, trying to right the car. The scraping of the rim was loud in their ears. Sapnap turned and looked out the back window, grabbing the shotgun he had between his legs for an emergency such as this. He quickly rolled down the window, and took up the position of keeping the cops off their tail.

“We need another car!” Dream yelled at the two in the front.

“We don’t have time!” George yelled back at him as he kept his foot on the pedal. Said pedal was flat on the floor, forcing the car to go over 100 mph. The brunet was struggling to keep themselves from crashing, forcing the steering wheel to go his way despite the protest from the car.

Dream, panicking, reached behind him into the trunk and grabbed his precious AK-47. He’d had the gun since as long as he could remember. His father had turned to him with it in his hands when he was around ten years old. The blond had taken it into his small-ish hands, admiring the piece of metal in front of him. Shortly after, he learned how to shoot it, the gun quickly becoming his favorite. Now, he never went on any heist without it.

“Quit daydreaming and fucking help me!” Sapnap yelled as he ducked his head back into the car, avoiding an onslaught of bullets. Dream blinked and quickly jammed his finger onto the window controls, watching as the window rolled down at a pace too slow for his liking.

Once the window was all the way down, Dream flung the entire upper-half of his body out of it. He raised his gun, struggling slightly against the force of the wind, and focused on the cop cars behind them.

Their own car swerved as he shot one of the police tires. The blond watched as the black and white car swerved and spun off the side of the highway. He laughed triumphantly as Sapnap took out the second one. It swerved off the same side of the highway, crashing into the first one. They both watched as the cars collided, setting off an explosion.

Dream whooped, Another job well done. He turned to Sapnap, trying to give him a high-five over the roof of the car. The raven barely looked at him though, as he pointed his gun back behind their car. Dream turned, following the raven’s line of sight and he saw him. The pinket who’d cost them the entire fucking mission.

He practically burst through the smoke, almost accidentally throwing himself into the flames. The pink haired man was on a motorcycle. His hair whipping behind him in a long braid, reminding Dream of a horse's tail. The man’s cop uniform was taught against his chest due to the force of the wind. Dream’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on the man’s arms.

No! He thought as he shook his head, absolutely not. The blond raised his gun at the pinket, ignoring the way his chest constricted as he aimed at the officer. Sapnap shot at him first, and they both watched in utter shock, amazement, and horror as the pinket expertly avoided the shot.

Dream shot at him next, grunting in frustration as the man avoided his shot too. He aimed his gun again, firing with Sapnap at the man on the motorcycle. Said man was weaving back and forth, expertly avoiding their shots like he’d done this in goddamned boot camp or something.

The man, apparently fed up with their bullshit, pulled out his own pistol and aimed it at Dream’s head. The blond ducked back into the car, and seconds later, Sapnap followed his lead. “We need to lose him somewhere. This isn’t working.” He said to the brunet in front of him. George looked at him with an unimpressed look in the rear view mirror.

“No shit Sherlock.” He said before he twisted the steering wheel, forcing their car to turn at breakneck speed. They almost flipped, their car peaking at a 75 degree angle before slamming back down onto the pavement. George barely wasted a second before they were flying through the streets again. Dream turned to look out the back window, pleased to find that the pinket was no longer behind them.

“I think we’ve lost him.” Dream declared, turning forward again to look out the front window.

“Oh yeah, we’ve definitely lost him.” Sapnap said dryly as he pointed his gun out the window. The pinket was right next to him on the motorcycle. “Run him off the road George!”

Dream watched smugly as George swerved their car towards the pinket. The man slowed his motorcycle, opting instead to follow behind their car. Sapnap laughed in amusement as George slammed on the breaks, skidding their car to a halt.

The pinket, with shock evident on his face, threw himself away from their car. The motorcycle slipped out from under him, kicking him off and onto his back. Dream smiled triumphantly as the man laid on the floor, his hands going to hold whatever places were hurt. His motorcycle kept going when it landed however, and rammed straight into the back of their car. George swore as he slammed on the gas pedal again. They shot forward, and Dream watched out the back window as the man faded from view.

“Well that was interesting huh.” Dream said to his two best friends. The two of them stayed silent however, George’s grip on the wheel turned his knuckles white, and Sapnap had his jaw clenched as he looked out the open window. “What’s up with you guys?”

“We almost died Dream. That’s what happened.” Sapnap growled, flipping around to fix his glare on Dream.

The blond furrowed his brows, “We’ve almost died plenty of times Sap.”

“Not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” Sapnap slammed his hand down on the center console. George’s hand, as if it was second nature, immediately released the steering wheel to grab Sapnap’s.

“We’re alive, the mission is completed. It doesn’t matter.” George muttered, and that was the end of the conversation.

Their car flew at breakneck speed throughout the city, only slowing when the sight of a worn, old building came into view. The warehouse roll-up door was wide open, waiting for them to come skidding through it. George expertly flipped the car around, the back end going in first. He slammed on the breaks, the car jolting to a stop once they were inside.

Dream sighed as he opened the car door, stepping out into their little lair of sorts. There was maniacal laughter from above as soon as his foot hit the ground. A quick glance above confirmed that the man laughing was indeed Quackity.

“You let George drive?” He asked, elbowing the man next to him in the ribs. “You see that Karl? They let him drive!”

Karl, the man next to Quackity, held a laptop in his hands. A wireless Bluetooth headset was over his ears, the small mic over his mouth. He nodded in response to Quackity’s question, typing with one hand as he stood.

“I’m not bad at driving! You’re just mean!” Came George’s reply from Dream’s right.

Karl used his one hand to push his headset off of one ear as he spoke. “Yeah Q. George isn’t that bad of a driver. The condition the car is in now looks better than I imagined, I expected way worse.”

Dream doubled over laughing at Karl’s words. George let out a ‘hey!’ of indignation. Karl just smirked and went back to typing on the laptop and murmuring under his breath.

“Soo,” Quackity started, clapping his hands together, “did you get the money?”

Dream wordlessly pulled out the beat-up bag of money from the car. Quackity practically launched himself down the stairs to investigate it, his hand grabbing it out of Dream’s hold. He smiled when he looked inside, closing it back up after a moment.

The beanie-clad man walked back over to Karl, leaning down and murmuring something in his ear that was still headphoneless. Said brunet rolled his eyes before pulling the headphone back over his ear. Quackity walked away laughing with the bag of money in his hand.

“Well that’s our rent for next year.” Sapnap said from behind Dream, pulling his arms behind his head. The blond shook his head with a smile.

“I’m going to go lay down.” George announced, starting to walk towards the stairs. Sapnap eagerly started after the Brit, smoothly wrapping an arm around the brunet’s waist when he caught up to him. They passed Karl on the way up, the hacker too engrossed in what he was doing to pay attention to them.

Dream hummed, taking one last glance at the car. He wondered who exactly that pinket was. He slipped his mask off his face, after a quick check Quackity had actually shut the garage door this time, and held it in his hands examining the blood splatter on the side. He shoved his hand through his hair, sighing as he remembered the man’s wild pink hair, crimson eyes, sharp jawline-

Dream blinked, what the fuck.

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The second time Dream met Technoblade, was when he’d oh so kindly gone out to get coffee for his ungrateful friends.

“Good morning everybody!” Dream shouted as he walked into the warehouse. Everyone groaned in unison at the shout. They all looked exhausted, George was laying half on his desk, Quackity was reclined all the way back in his chair, Karl was practically falling asleep on his laptop, and Sapnap was on the floor. And those were the only people he could see in this room. “You guys look like shit.”

George lifted his head up off the table and glared at him, but it came off as a sleepy stare. Sapnap lifted his head off the floor, “No shit.”

Quackity groaned, lifting his head up to look at Dream, “Go get us some coffee will ya. If you’re so awake.” The raven rolled his eyes and made air quotes around the word ‘awake.’

“Did you guys get any sleep?” He asked, turning his head to look at Karl. Said man blinked and looked up at the blond blankly. Quackity laughed and put a pen in his mouth to stifle his giggles.

“No, I was up late doing your mom.” Sapnap muttered from the floor and set Quackity off in a fit of hysterics.

Dream stuck his tongue out at the raven and lightly kicked him in the side. “I’ll get you guys your fucking coffee. What do y’all want?”

Which is what led him here, in the coffee shop, rattling off five different, very specific coffee orders.

“Anything else for you today sir?”

“Uh, yeah just two more-“

“Two?” The man behind him said, exasperation clear in his voice.

“Yes asshole, two more fucking-“ Dream cut himself off when he whipped around to look at the rude ass man behind him. He was the cop, the exact one that almost got his team caught.

The blond gulped as the man gave him an unimpressed stare. “If you’re done ordering, I need to get to work.”

Dream furrowed his eyebrows, who does this guy think he is? The blond turned back around, ignoring the pinket. He smiled sweetly at the barista, “the fourth drink is going to be a flat white with at least five extra shots of espresso, a cappuccino with extra whipped cream, and the blackest most bitter coffee you have for the dipshit behind me.”

“Great! For those six drinks your total will be $46.74.” The barista said smiling.

Dream sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50. “Keep the change.” He said, winking at the barista who giggled. He moved away from the register after that, the pinket following. “I thought you were going to order?” Dream asked, confused why the man followed him to the pick-up area.

“You ordered for me didn’t you? Unless I heard you wrong.”

Dream’s lips quirked down into a frown. “I ordered you the worst thing I could.”

The pinket didn’t respond, choosing instead to look at Dream with amusement in his eyes before looking away. The blond crossed his arms, leaning against the window behind him. He had to keep his eyes from wandering back to the man beside him however, eventually forcing himself to stare at the pick-up counter instead of the asshole next to him.

“Black coffee for Dream?” The barista shouted, and before Dream could move to grab the drink the pinket stepped forward. He grabbed it off the counter, brushing past the creamers and sugars. The man smirked as he locked eyes with Dream and took a sip. The blond watched in shock and complete horror as the man didn’t even flinch.

He pulled the coffee away from his lips, “Thanks for the coffee Dream.” The man winked at Dream before stalking out of the coffee shop.

“You fucking owe me one!” Dream shouted before the man was fully out the door. The pinket didn’t turn around, but Dream could hear his chucking even as the door closed.

“Uh, sir?” The barista asked, and the blond whipped around to face her. He could feel his hands clutched in fists, and he was sure his face was completely red. He took a deep breath, unclenching his hands.

“Yes?”

“Your drinks are ready. Would you like something to carry them in?”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you so much.”

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“And then he fucking walked out with it!” Dream yelled exasperated, slamming his cup down on the table.

“Sounds like a real douche.” A voice said from the doorway. Quackity shot up in his seat, strained laughter bubbling out of his mouth as he tried to stack the papers in front of him. Karl pulled his headphones over his head and started typing furiously at his computer while simultaneously setting down the monster he had been pouring into his drink moments before. Sapnap’s head shot up from George’s shoulder and the Brit smacked him in the back of the head.

Dream turned, and there in the doorway was the head of their operation, his boss, J Schlatt. There was a second man standing next to him, co-head of their operation, his boss’s best friend, Wilbur Soot.

“What was his name?” Wilbur asked, the small natural smirk he had resting on his lips.

The blond’s mind blanked at the question. “I- uh-“

Sapnap barked out a laugh, “The dumbass forgot to ask for his name!” The entire room broke out in laughter as Dream slammed his head down on the table.

“He sounds like my twin brother.” Wilbur laughed, stepping into the room, his dramatic-ass cape flapping around him. “Always such a prick.”

“Does your twin brother have pink hair?” Dream muttered, rolling his eyes as he picked his head up off the table.

Wilbur glanced over to Schlatt, who raised his eyebrows in response. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

The table fell silent as their two bosses had a silent conversation at the front of the room. Quackity cleared his throat after a few minutes, gaining the attention of everyone. “We were going over the-“

Schlatt waved his hand at Quackity, the raven immediately shutting up. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, turning his gaze over to Quackity, “We were just stopping by to tell you guys about the new cop, figure out who he is, yada, yada, yada. But it seems like you guys got that covered already.” His gaze shifted over to Dream at the end of his sentence, amusement dripping from his voice.

The blond covered his face with his hands and groaned in response, lowering his head back down to the table. George laughed next to him, putting his hand on Dream’s back in a small attempt to soothe the blond. The pinket’s laughter echoed in his mind.

What a hot ignorant asshole.

…What?!

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The third time Dream met Technoblade was when they were in the middle of a bank heist.

This particular bank heist needed more than just Dream, George, and Sapnap apparently. The blond’s ‘new and improved team,’ as Schlatt had so elegantly put it, consisted of George, Sapnap, Wilbur, and Badboyhalo with Karl and Callahan back at their base hacking into the bank’s systems. Their earpieces connected to everyone on the team, which also, unfortunately, included Quackity.

Quackity’s role was tricky. He was supposedly their group leader, but he never actually went onto the field himself. Instead he chose to sit back in his chair at the office, shouting orders - and occasionally flirty comments - through his headset. Dream knew George resented it, mostly because the flirty comments were aimed at him, Sapnap, or Karl, but mostly the Brit.

“Just press the fucking button already.” Quackity’s voice shot through Dream’s headset. He looked over towards the bomb that was currently on the metal door holding most of the money.

“It still needs to wake up dumbass.” George fired back, jamming the butt of his gun into the register. “We’re getting the other money first.”

“Callahan says it should take only one more minute.” Karl said softly through his mic. Dream nodded, knowing Callahan could see him through the cameras they’d hacked.

“Once it goes off we need to move fast.” Bad muttered, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the building. Dream exhaled shakily, it wasn’t the first time he’d done this, no. It was the first time he’d done this with Bad.

Badboyhalo, one of the scariest men alive. They’d found him one day in a grocery store. He was pointing a gun at the cashier, asking her nicely if she’d give him all of her money in the register. The woman had been extremely confused, and Bad had apparently decided that she was taking too long. Without a second thought - as claimed by Schlatt who had watched the whole thing - Bad had counted down from three and shot the woman in the face. According to the story, the man had barely even batted an eye as she fell to the floor, his sweet smile still plastered on his face. Schlatt had said he’d recruited the man right then and there.

Since then, Bad had been one of the most deadly men they had. Right after Wilbur, Schlatt, and Dream of course. They all had their own unique methods that made them deadly in their own way, but Bad was the best at accuracy, whether it be with shooting guns or throwing knives. Although those weren’t the things that scared Dream the most, oh no. The thing that scared the blond the most was how eerily nice the guy was. He’d give you a smile and a compliment as he ripped your heart out.

Dream shuddered at the thought.

“All clear.” Came Karl’s voice through the headset. Dream could hear Wilbur’s maniacal laughter from behind him, then the sound of an explosion. The blond whipped around to watch the door of steel slide across the floor before banging into a wall. They all rushed forward except for Dream and Bad, throwing as much money in their bags as possible.

“Cops on route.” Quackity said, presumably watching Karl’s screen back at their base. “10 minutes away without sirens.”

“We’ve got five minutes everybody.” Dream shouted through the fray. Money was everywhere and Dream wasn’t sure that they heard him.

“Oh shit-“ was the next thing he heard a few seconds later. It was very quiet, like they weren’t supposed to hear it. “Get out of there, get out of there now.”

They all froze, listening for anything that wasn’t them or the soft sounds of bills touching the floor. “What are you guys doing?!” Quackity barked through the headset, “They’re right on top of you!”

Everyone ran after that, Wilbur, Sapnap, and George fleeing with the money through the back entrance as the front doors were kicked open. Two police came through, one of them slightly shorter than the other.

“You two aren’t going anywhere!” One of them yelled. Bad and Dream froze in place, watching as the door closed behind Wilbur’s foot. They slowly turned around, analyzing the two men in front of them.

The shorter one raised his gun at Bad, finger hovering over the trigger. “Don’t move and you don’t get hurt.”

“I can move wherever I muffin please.” Oh yeah, that was another thing. Bad never cursed, ever.

Dream watched in amusement as the cop raised his eyebrows, “What?”

“I said,” Bad smiled, swiftly throwing a knife at the shorter male, the knife lodging itself into the cop’s gun. “I can move wherever I muffin please.”

“Fall back.” The taller man stated, and Dream turned to fully look at him. The blond’s eyes widened under his mask as he realized who he was. The same fucking man that keeps ruining his perfectly good days. “I can handle this.”

Like hell he can. “Like hell you can.” The shorter said, practically reading Dream’s thoughts.

“Yeah come on,” Dream said, taunting the cops in front of him, “2v2?” That was all it took for the two criminals to start forward. Dream laughed as the man stepped back as the blond flew at him. He grabbed the pinket’s gun, quickly aiming it at the ceiling as the man fired. A loud bang followed the shot, accompanied by shouting in his left ear.

“What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Get out here!”

“What do you want, Nightmare.” This time, the voice was in front of him and not in his ear.

“Isn’t that a little unfair that you know my name yet I don’t know yours?” Dream laughed as he jammed his gun into the pinket’s side.

“I hardly know your name.” The man grunted as he grabbed Dream’s arm, twisting it behind the blond’s back.

“Fine, an alias then.” Dream hissed through his teeth as the pinket pressed his arm firmly against his back. He could feel the man get closer to his right ear, the taller’s breath fanning over his ear.

Dream shivered as the man spoke, “It’s the Blade. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Then Dream felt something hard hit the side of his head, and his world went black.

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“His eyes moved!”

“Shut the fuck up! He’s been spazzing out ever since Bad brought him back like that.”

“I’m just being hopeful!”

Dream heard them before he saw them. His eyes were heavy, and his head felt like it was filled with tar. The only thing he could remember before he passed out was the man finally telling him some semblance of his goddamned name. The Blade, what a shit name.

“What?”

“What did he say? George, what did he say?”

“Shut up! All of you!”

“Something about a blade?”

“What did I say?!”

The blond mentaly sighed as he heard his friends bickering. He could hear Quackity’s shitty attempts to keep his friends under control with no luck. A sharp line of pain shot through his head, and he winced at the feeling. Attempting to open his eyes, Dream squinted against the white light that was blinding him from the ceiling. A face appeared in his vision a moment later, two white strips of fabric falling into his own face.

“Dream?” Sapnap asked. The blond blinked once, forcing the light out of his eyes as he focused on the shadowed face of the raven. Suddenly, Sapnap’s face was pulled out of his vision, instead being replaced by the worried face of Bad.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and Dream closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” He said, his voice scratchy, bordering on a whisper. “What the hell happened?”

“That muffin hit you with his gun, and apparently he knew exactly where to hit too, ‘cause you went out like a light!” Bad said, worry evident in his tone. “I got the other one, on the floor that is. I didn’t kill him though, the other man offered a trade. The cop for you. Such a shame, he would’ve looked nice in red.” Dream sighed as he pressed himself back into the couch he was on. How could he be so stupid?

“Don’t do that again!” Schlatt yelled, storming into the room. He threw his hands up as Wilbur yelled something unintelligible behind him. “Please tell me your idiocy counted for something.”

“His name’s the Blade.” Dream muttered, his throat feeling like sandpaper as he spoke.

“What a shit name.” Karl said from his chair at the opposite end of the room.

“That’s what I was thinking!”

“Do you guys ever shut up?”

“If you want to shut me up stop being a pussy and do it yourself Quackity~”

Dream groaned and shoved a pillow over his face. His friends were so ridiculously stupid it was unbelieveable sometimes. After taking a deep breath, he pulled the pillow away from his face. Schlatt was staring at him with a strange look on his face, “You sure he said the Blade?”

“Positive, his voice went all deep and shit, then he went, ‘It’s the Blade.’ like some super villain or something.” The blond muttered, rolling his eyes. Schlatt stood for a moment, then turned on his heel and briskly walked out of the room. The rest of his team paid the boss no mind as he pushed George out of the way and walked out the door.

“You can’t just say shit like that!” George yelled, his face red. Quackity laughed from his spot at the table.

“I can say whatever I want Georgie~”

“Did we get the money?” Dream asked, his voice cutting through the argument that was taking place. He heard Quackity scoff, and could practically feel his eye roll from across the room.

“Of course we got the money Dreamie. Wouldn’t be a successful heist without it.”

“You’re calling me getting knocked flat on my ass successful?”

“Your words not mine!”

His friends truly were assholes.

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The fourth time Dream met Technoblade, was when the blond’s team decided it was a bar night.

Bar night meant that one of them picked a bar around town. Whoever picked last time is put on the list at the very bottom, and the person at the top of the list would pick. Today, Jack Manifold, one of the other hackers in another team, was at the top of the list. He picked one that was right in the middle of town. “Come on! Everyone goes there!” He’d said, and they were off.

Now, Dream was sat at the bar, watching his friends make fools of themselves while George tried to keep his boyfriend and the rest of them out of trouble. The blond smiled, nursing the beer that was in his hand. He watched - and resisted the urge to face-palm - as Quackity drunkenly got up on a table on the far end of the bar, pulling Karl up with him. Dream barely realized what was happening before drunk-Quackity pulled the hacker into a kiss on the table top. The bar exploded into cheers as Quackity pumped a fist into the air, Karl completely engrossed with the man kissing him.

The blond’s eyebrows raised as Karl didn’t pull back for several seconds, only pulling away when he was gasping for breath. “That was...unexpected.” He muttered before turning back to the bartender, asking for his tab.

The man slid the check to him, all of the drinks his team had gotten written on the paper. $154.87? Dream wondered before pulling out his card. Before he could put it on the paper, however, another hand slammed their own card down over it. The blond turned to the man, like the self proclaimed criminal that he was, and was about to tell him to fuck off, he wasn’t looking for a ‘good time’ or whatever the man was about to say, when he saw a flash of bright pink hair.

“You told me I owe you one.” The Blade said, sliding into the seat that had opened up right next to Dream.

“You took off with the coffee.”

“And I’m paying your tab which-” He said, pointing over to where Sapnap had slammed his hand down on the bar, ordering another drink, “Keeps getting ridiculously higher.”

Dream narrowed his eyes at the man, “What do you get in return?”

“Conversation.” The pinket laughed, turning his attention away from Dream to the bartender to ask for a drink.

“How’d you know he was with me?” Dream said, flicking his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction Sapnap was in.

The cop laughed, “I saw you walk in with your little group of friends and recognized you from the coffee shop. It was a lucky guess, unless you drank all that money by yourself.” The blond watched as the cop threw back his whiskey, his eyes fixating on the pinket’s throat as he swallowed the drink.

What? He was a little drunk, give him a break.

“What do you do for a living?” Dream asked, acting like he’d never seen the man before in his life. What was he thinking? Of course he hadn’t, he was Dream tonight, not Nightmare.

“Cop. Stepped right out of school and onto the field.” The Blade said, obvious pride in his voice.

“Big shot huh?”

The man scoffed, “They thought so, put me right on one of Nightmare’s cases.”

“Did you catch him?” Dream smiled, shifting forward towards the pinket, acting interested.

“Ha! No. Got run right off the road by 404.” The blond’s eyes shifted down to the man’s drink, watching as Blade swirled it around.

Dream hummed, smirking slightly, “What a shame.” The pinket nodded, throwing his head back. The criminal watched as a drop of whiskey slid down the Blade’s face. Dream wanted to lick it off. He wondered if the man’s jawline would cut him if he tried.

“Dreeeaaaammmmm.” George said from behind him, cutting off his train of thought. “Why won’t Quackity kiss meeeeeeee???”

Dream turned so fast he swore he got whiplash. “What?”

George didn’t reply, instead he just giggled and leaned his head into the blond’s neck. Dream turned back to the Blade, an apology on the tip of his tongue. When he opened his mouth to speak however, the Blade waved him off.

“I got your tab, don't worry.” He said, then slipped a piece of paper in Dream’s direction. “Call me sometime and we’ll call it even.”

“I want Sappppnappppp.” George whined from his place on Dream’s shoulder.

Dream looked up at the pinket, slowly taking the paper from him. “Okay.” The blond said, his voice coming out breather than he liked. The cop smiled though, laughing slightly as he waved again.

“Better get him home.”

“Y-yeah.” Dream stuttered, then quickly cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He nodded his head, then maneuvered him and George off the stool he was sitting on. The blond spotted Sapnap through the crowd, leaning up against the wall. The criminals made their way over to him while squeezing through sweaty and drunk bodies. When they reached him, Dream practically threw the Brit into Sapnap’s arms.

“Heyyyyaaaaaa Dreamieee~” Quackity slurred as he threw his arm over Dream’s shoulders. “Getttccchhaaa mannnn?” His head pitched forward, and Dream moved to catch him before the raven on his shoulders righted himself again. “I gottt minneeee.”

“I know you did.” The blond laughed, grabbing George’s forearm. “We gotta go home now okay? The party moved there.”

“It did?” Quackity asked, grabbing Karl’s arm. “You hearrrrrrr thattt babeeeee? The party moveedddd to ourr housseeee.”

Dream sighed as he maneuvered his friends out of the bar. He looked back over his shoulder in a vain attempt to see the cop one last time. Alas when he turned around, the pinket was already gone.

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“You got his number?!”

“Quiet the fuck down dumbass.”

“Yes I got his number,” Dream sighed as he held the paper in his hand. His friends looked a little worse for wear, what with George sprawled out over his boyfriend, and Quackity pressing the side of his head against the cool table with Karl laying on the floor next to him. They could hear the muffled shouts of their boss who was a few doors down. Occasionally a British voice would shout, and their boss would silence for a moment before he got going again. The other offices were dead silent, the other teams recovering from the night.

Just another normal ‘night after the bar’ morning.

“Are you gonna call him?” Karl’s soft voice said from the floor.

The blond opened his mouth to respond, a big fuck no resting on the tip of his tongue. He took a moment, closing his mouth before opening it again. “Maybe.”

“You should, gives us an advantage.”

“Plus he’s hot.”

“I’m not hot Georgie?~”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The blond, who was currently having a crisis with a slight hangover, laid his head flat on the table. A lot happened yesterday night, and Dream did not want to think about it any longer than he had to.

He thought about the pinket from the bar instead. The man’s hot, Dream can’t deny that. What he can deny, however, is how the pinket makes him feel when he’s a few feet away from him. Dream sighs as he pulls his head up from the table, reaching to his back pocket for his phone. He looks at it for a moment before taking a deep breath and flicking it on. His thumb hovers over the contacts button for a second as he debates with himself if he’s actually going to do this.

He decides that he is.

The contacts app opens on his phone, and he looks over to the paper with Blade’s elegant scrawl. It’s right there, Dream thinks, his head throbbing with his hangover. His friends start bickering in the background, but Dream can barely hear them over the roaring in his ears. It’s like he’s in highschool all over again, about to put in his crush’s number. Crush? His brain supplies him, but he has too much of a headache to think about it right now.

His finger presses the ‘add contact’ button, and his phone pulls up the blank contact template. He clicks on the name, and adds ‘the Blade’ onto the line. The number is next, and before Dream can cancel it, he finalizes the contact with the push of a button.

There it is, he thinks as it stares at him from his contact list. How did this happen?

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The fifth time Dream meets Technoblade, they aren’t exactly face to face. So they don’t actually ‘meet’ per say, but Dream would say that it counts.

The blond’s head is spinning, and his boss is yelling at him to hit the dang number already.

It’s been a few weeks since the bar incident - as Dream calls it. There’s a weird tension with his friends now, and Dream constantly feels like one of them wants to jump the other’s bones. Now, to add to that, Quackity thought it was a splendid idea to tell Schlatt that Dream has a cop’s number. Or, more specifically, the cop who’s been fucking all their missions over for the past few weeks. The one that’s insanely good at what he does and has come so close to figuring out who the boss of their entire establishment is. And, as Dream has so gracefully thought of it before, the one the blond has a big fat fucking crush on.

So, yeah, everything has been splendid.

Wilbur pulls Schlatt out of his face, and Dream has a brief moment of being able to breathe, before Sapnap takes his place. Can’t he catch a break?

“Whatcha waiting for Dream?” He asked before he was abruptly pulled away by George.

“I’m waiting for you guys to leave.” Dream sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Y’all are giving me a headache.”

“No way!” Quackity yelled from the other side of the room. “I wanna be here when you make a fool out of yourself.”

“That isn’t helping dumbass.”

“He’ll hear you guys in the background.” Dream said, and everyone else went silent, “We’re trying to figure out more about him, not the other way around.”

“You heard the man!” Wilbur yelled after a brief second of silence, “Everyone out!”

Dream watched as everyone filed out of the room. George was first, dragging Sapnap behind him. Following him was Karl, also dragging Quackity out by the front of his shirt. Schlatt and Wilbur were last, Wilbur had his arms crossed as they stared at each other. Schlatt’s face held the expression, ‘I’m the boss’ and Wilbur’s held ‘are you fucking serious?’ The blond assumed Wilbur won whatever argument they were having this time when Schlatt sighed and moved towards the door. The trenchcoat wearing man chuckled slightly and looked back at Dream.

“Don’t be stupid.” He said before briskly walking out after Schlatt, his trenchcoat flapping dramatically behind him.

The door slammed behind the Brit and Dream sighed, holding the phone in his hand. His eyes fixed on the contact, and he gulped. He moved over to the table, suddenly feeling like he couldn’t stand if he tried.

The Blade, it was so plain, sitting there in his contact list. He sighed once more before slamming his finger onto his screen.

The phone rang twice, and before Dream could back out the ringing stopped, and a gravelly voice spoke.

“Thought I’d never get a call.”

“My friends talked me into this.” Dream said, breathing out slowly through his nose.

“Why hadn’t they done so sooner?” The man asked and Dream smiled slightly.

“I’m calling now.”

The Blade hummed in response. Dream could hear shuffling in the background, and after everything settled the pinket spoke again. “Indeed you are, Dream.”

“I never got your name.” The blond says smiling, “It’s a little unfair that you know my name yet I don’t know yours.”

The Blade laughed slightly, sounding shocked and amused, “That’s funny.”

“What?”

“You’re the second person that’s ever said that to me.”

Dream froze, nearly dropping the phone. Complete shock washed over him as he realized that he’d said those exact same words to the exact same guy. The criminal forced out a laugh, hoping that it sounded genuine. “That’s weird.”

The Blade hummed again, “Isn’t it Dream?”

“It is,…” The blond muttered, leaving an opening for the Blade to give him his name.

“Technoblade.” The Blade, no, Technoblade said.

Dream smiled at the name. A full, genuine smile took over his face, and the blond had a hard time getting it to go away. “Technoblade.” Dream muttered, liking the way the name rolled off his tongue. “I like it.”

“I like it when you say it.” Technoblade muttered, and Dream almost slammed his head on the table. His face felt like it was on fire and he felt like he needed to put his head in his hands although no one was around. He felt like a teenager all over again.

“Technoblade is quite a mouthful isn’t it?” Dream asked, and Technoblade hummed. “How about Techno?”

Techno hummed, “As long as you’re saying it.”

Dream pressed a hand to his face, desperately trying to cool the heat in his cheeks. “Techno.”

“Dream.”

“You can’t say shit like that.”

Techno laughed, and Dream decided he liked the sound. “Anything new?”

“Just my friends being assholes as usual.”

Techno laughed in response, “They got you to call didn’t they?”

“Yeah after giving me a massive headache.”

Dream could hear Techno’s chuckles through the phone as the line went silent. “You’re really pretty Dream.” Was the next thing he heard, and the blond nearly choked on air.

“You’re… you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Oh yeah?”

It was silent again.

“Would you like to join me for dinner this Friday?”

Dream’s heart rate picked up at the question. He pressed his palm flat against the table, steeling himself for what he was going to say next. “What time?” He asked, his voice sounding shakier than he would’ve liked.

“Does 6 PM sound okay to you, Dream?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Wonderful, I’ll text you the details in a moment.”

Dream smiled and bit his lip, “See you.”

“Goodbye Dream.” Techno said, then the line went dead.

Dream sat there for a moment, his thoughts reeling at the conversation. Technoblade, the cop, just asked him, a criminal out on a date. Was it a date? Was he dreaming? Techno had just said, ‘for dinner.’ Does that count as a date?

The blond sighed as he laid his head on the table. Could this get any more complicated?

The universe loved fucking with him, it seemed.

“Are you done yet, Dream?” Sapnap practically yelled as he stepped into the office. “We gave you thirty minutes of ‘privacy.’”

Dream rolled his eyes as Quackity stepped in behind him, looking like an excited child who was just told they’re going to Disneyland. “Did you find something out?”

“Did you get his name?” Schlatt said as he followed Quackity in.

Dream opened his mouth to reply, then froze. All of a sudden, he felt like he couldn’t speak, his mouth going numb with Techno’s name on his lips. His brain was going a million miles per hour, why can’t he just say his name?

“No,” Dream said after a tense moment. “No, I didn’t. He said his name was the Blade and to worry about it on our third date.”

“You got a date with him?” George cut in from behind a very tired looking Karl.

“A dinner, actually.”

“Fucking hell, Dream’s got a date with our number one enemy!”

Fucking hell, Dream thought, I’ve got a date with my number one enemy.

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The sixth time Dream met Technoblade, was over a fancy ass dinner at a fancy ass restaurant that Dream knew he couldn’t afford.

“George! Where did Sapnap put my fucking button-down!” Dream yelled into the house. Now, before you get confused, contrary to popular belief - Technoblade - Dream does have a house. He unfortunately shares it with his two best friends, who are dipshits 99% of the time. To add to that, they’re also dating, so Dream decides to spend most of his time at the workplace, for obvious reasons. Which is why, when Techno asked to pick him up at his house, Dream had said he’d just go himself. In return, he’d been called homeless. Beautiful words, Techno, really.

“I don’t know!” George yelled back a few doors down, “Might be in his room somewhere!”

“Don’t you accuse me of having your shirt!” Sapnap fired back, “I never touch your shit!”

“Then where is it?!” Dream yelled frustrated. He was more worried than he had to be. After all, he was going to dinner with his number one enemy. What did he have to lose?

He sighed, pushing all of his sweaters and shirts to one side of the closet, revealing his light-green button down in the back. He grabbed it, straightening it out for a moment, then unclasped the top button that was keeping it to the hanger. Dream swiftly pulled it on, his fingers quickly fastening the buttons.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, it’s light reflecting off the picture frame of his team hanging on the wall above it. The blond practically leaped for it, fumbling with it for a moment before he got ahold of it.

1 New Message

Dream quickly unlocked his phone while trying to put on his black dress shoes. Which resulted in the blond jumping up and down in his room like an idiot. Finally, when he got it open, Dream read the message.

The Blade
Don’t dress too fancy

Dream scoffed, looking down at himself. Was this too fancy?

He pulled up the camera and snapped a photo of himself in the mirror, covering his face with his phone of course. Before typing out a message to Techno, is this too fancy?

His finger hovered over the send button, his lower lip finding his teeth as he debated on sending it. Fuck it. Dream thought, before clicking on the send button.

Techno took a minute to respond before Dream was granted with a reply.

The Blade
That’s perfect.

Dream breathed a sigh of relief at that. He placed his phone down on the table before tucking in his shirt to the black slacks he was wearing. He sighed, and running his hand through his hair one last time, grabbed his phone and walked out of his room.

“I take it you found it then?” George asked from where he was standing in the living room. Dream sighed again, smoothing his hands down his shirt.

“Does it look alright?”

The corners of George’s lips quirked up into a small smile. The Brit walked over to Dream, his hands coming up to flatten out the blond’s collar. “You look great.”

Sapnap flew out of his room a second later with a small black polaroid camera in his hand. “Picture time!” He screeched as he ran up to them. George laughed as he took up his position on Dream’s right, with Sapnap falling into place on his left. The raven held the camera up above them, the lens pointing down at them. “Say cheese!”

Dream smiled, and he could feel George’s hand move up behind his head. Sapnap snapped the photo, laughing as the camera dispensed the picture. He grabbed it, waving it around until the black turned into their photo. “That’s a keeper.” George said, looking over the raven’s shoulder.

Sapnap laughed. “Oh definitely.” He said, grabbing a thumbtack from the kitchen counter. He placed it right next to another polaroid - the one where it was Sapnap and George’s first date together. George had been in the middle of that one, all of them smiling like it was the best day ever. The one they had just taken had the exact same smiles and poses, with the addition of George giving Dream bunny ears and the blond in the middle. Dream smiled at the pictures, a sense of calm rushing over him at the sight of all three of them together and happy. Sapnap clapped a hand on his shoulder, “You’re going to be late!”

“Shit yeah!” Dream yelped as he started towards the front door, Sapnap and George trailing behind him.

“Better be home by 12!”

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

“You two aren’t my parents!” Dream laughed as he got into his car. He shut the car door and laughed at George and Sapnap, who were waving to him out the front door. Dream waved back before throwing the car in reverse and speeding out of the driveway.

What? Just because he wasn’t at work right now didn’t mean he couldn’t drive as recklessly as he wished.

He made it to the restaurant in ten minutes despite it actually being a 20 minute drive - but that was if he was going the speed limit. In retrospect, he probably should have actually driven properly, because he was at least 15 minutes early, and Techno was nowhere to be found.

Dream kicked at the sidewalk outside of the restaurant. Turns out, he wasn’t the only one who decided he was going to get there early.

“Guess we’re both a little excited aren’t we?” Techno asked as he stepped up towards the blond, offering his arm.

Dream smiled, taking the offered arm. “Guess we are.”

Techno, for lack of a better word, looked gorgeous. He was dressed in a black button down with a light pink tie. His pants were much like Dream’s, just a little bit better pressed. The pinket’s hair was thrown back into a haphazard bun, some pieces of hair falling into his face.

“Is something wrong?” The cop asked after Dream stared for a little too long.

“You look…”

“Awful?”

“Beautiful.”

Techno just smiled and led him inside, the hostess greeting them with a smile of her own and a question. “How many?” She asked. Techno hummed and held up two fingers. She turned, grabbed two menus, then started walking towards the back of the restaurant. The hostess placed them at a table next to the floor-to-ceiling window with an incredible view. Their side of the restaurant was facing off the hill, a wide view of the city displayed in Dream’s vision. He swore he could see his work building from here.

“You like the view?”

“It’s beautiful.” Dream whispered, his eyes scanning the city.

“Mhm.” Techno hummed. Dream smiled as he looked at Techno, a blush overtaking his face as he realized Techno wasn’t looking at the city.

“You like the view?” Dream muttered.

“It’s beautiful.” Techno whispered, his lips curling up into a small smile. Dream let out a small chuckle, picking up his menu and ignoring the warmth in his stomach.

“Jesus Tech.” Dream said after a moment, “Everything's really expensive.”

Techno just shrugged, “The perks of being a cop I guess.”

“They pay you that much? Tech your father has to be the mayor or some shit cause this is expensive expensive.”

Techno chuckled lightly, “Does the name Minecraft mean anything to you?”

Dream paused, “Minecraft, as in Philza Minecraft?”

“That’s the guy who gave me the name.” Techno said casually, as if he didn’t just reveal that his father was Philza fucking Minecraft.

For context, Philza Minecraft is one of the most powerful men in the entire state. A billionaire is what most people call him. That man could get you to pick up anything he was putting down. He became the head at the police station not too long ago, stating that it was his ‘retirement’ from owning his own business and the FBI. In short, Philza - besides Techno now - has been the only man to get close to killing Schlatt. So close to shutting down their entire operation.

Oh, and not to mention the father of one of the most dangerous and chaotic people Dream has ever had the pleasure of meeting, Wilbur Soot Minecraft himself.

Dream was going to hurl.

“Dream?” Techno asked, snapping his fingers in front of the blond. “You’ve gone pale, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Dream breathed, his chest tightening around his words. “I’m hungry.”

Techno flagged down a waiter as Dream focused on recovering. His mind was reeling, Philza Minecraft? He took a drink of the water in front of him, his hands shaking slightly. The blond blinked, and suddenly his vision was swimming. He could faintly hear someone’s voice telling him to breathe. Am I dying? Dream thought. Vaguely he could tell someone was in front of him, holding his wrist. The storm cleared for a second, enough for him to tell the person in front of him to fuck off, before his vision was swimming again.

He could feel himself being picked up, and then he was moving. His own voice joined the fray in his mind, giving protest to the person that was carrying him. Suddenly, fresh air filled his nose and he was being set down again.

“Is this better?” Techno muttered, and Dream could hear him this time. He nodded his head weakly, his hands coming up to rest on Techno’s shoulders, grounding him.

“I’m sorry.” Dream breathed, his voice coming out scratchy. Had he been yelling?

“Don’t apologize.” The pinket muttered, “We can always reschedule.”

Dream nodded, his head finally starting to right itself again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Techno smiled, “You need to rest. I think you might be coming down with something, your face is still white as a sheet.”

Dream sighed, rolling his lip between his teeth. “I’ll pay next time.”

Techno laughed, moving to sit next to him on the bench, “I’ll hold you to that.”

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The seventh time Dream met Technoblade, was when his team got into a little fight with another team in the middle of the street.

“Heads up!” Wilbur yelled as he threw a bomb across the street at the rival team. It narrowly avoided the front of a store, all the large panes of glass shattering by the force of the blow. There was cackling in his headset, a whoop following after.

“That was awesome Wilbur!” Schlatt’s voice yelled through the headset.

“Come down and join the fun!”

“Not in a million years loverboy.”

“On your left!” Sapnap laughed as he passed by Dream, “Think your boyfriend’ll show?”

Dream rolled his eyes, aiming at the rival team they’d been fighting against for the past hour. “You wish.”

Quackity cackled, “Nah, he wishes Karl were down there.”

“Careful Quackity, don’t want to give our secrets away.”

“Can you two be more obvious?” George said, smacking his boyfriend in the back of the head as he passed him. Dream briefly wondered what that was about before his ears were filled with the sound of sirens.

He watched as the other team panicked, half of them starting to flee. “How unfortunate,” the blond heard Bad mutter, “I was having fun.”

“We’ve got you surrounded!”

Dream’s team froze at those words, the last of the other team already dead on the floor. He could hear the clicking of guns as the cops set up around them.

“Go out the street they fled.” Quackity snapped, “Quickly, there’s a small window.”

Before Dream’s team could move however, more cars flew into the street in front of them. All of the cops filed out of their cars at record speed. The blond’s eyes latched onto the pinket in the middle before he could stop them. He found his face breaking out into a grin despite himself.

“Ooh~ Dreamie’s found his man.” Sapnap laughed from the other side of George, his hands lazily thrown up in the air.

The grin fell from his face in an instant, “Shut the fuck up Sapnap.”

“Hands in the air! All of you!” Someone shouted, and the rest of the blond’s team threw their hands haphazardly into the air.

“How’re we getting out of this one boss?” Dream muttered, his eyes scanning the area below his mask.

“I’m working on it.” Quackity snapped.

“Well work on it faster please.” Bad whispered, his body stiff with anticipation.

“Sapnap don’t you fucking dare.” George said, and Dream looked over to where the shorter Brit was standing. Sapnap had lowered his hands, a lazy smirk resting on his lips.

“Put your hands back in the air, bandana!”

Sapnap smiled, throwing his hand behind him, telling everyone to leave. He’s being the distraction. Dream thought. What a self-sacrificing asshole.

“Now gentlemen.” The raven said, his voice loud in the quiet street. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Dream rolled his eyes. “I promise you all, these bodies aren’t ours.”

“Techno take the shot.” Dream heard someone whisper behind him. His eyes shot to the pinket, watching as the cop’s stature changed. His jaw set, and his eyes hardened.

He was beautiful, in some sort of fucked-up badass way. Dream’s breath caught in his throat at the look in Techno’s eyes. He briefly wondered what’d it be like to be on the receiving end of that stare.

The criminal watched as the pinket’s finger twitched over the trigger once, then the cop took a deep breath and pressed down.

A crack was heard throughout the city, through headsets and alleyways. What followed was a cry, a shout of pain that was loud in Dream’s ears. He watched as his best friend fell to the pavement. Watched as George dropped his gun and rushed to his side. His eyes fixated themselves on the blood spewing from Sapnap’s leg. He barely registered Quackity and Karl’s frantic yelling through his headset.

His eyes flicked up and locked onto the pinket. Dream felt his jaw clench at the sight of him, the cop’s face in a deadpan expression. He didn’t look remorseful, he didn’t look like anything.

Dream felt something snap in his mind at the pinket’s obvious lack of caring. He stalked forward, his ears ringing as gunshots and explosions filled the air. His mind wasn’t focusing on anything except for the pinket in front of him.

The first time Nightmare met Technoblade, was when he was looking at the pinket through the sight of a gun.

Nightmare stared down the cop as he stopped in front of the man in the middle of the street. Chaos rained down around them as Nightmare raised the gun. Techno’s face filled the sight, the blond held his hands steady as his own finger twitched over the trigger.

The blond found himself staring down the barrel of the pinket’s own gun seconds later. Briefly Nightmare wondered why he hadn’t been shot yet, but all thoughts were knocked out of his head when Techno’s finger twitched.

The next thing Nightmare knows, he's running. His team sprinting ahead of him. Sapnap was slung over Bad’s shoulder, George keeping pace next to him, the Brit’s hand in Sapnap’s. Wilbur was in front of them, throwing bombs over his shoulder as he went, keeping the cops from following. Quackity, Karl, and Schlatt’s voices were still yelling commands through their headsets.

Nightmare couldn’t hear them, Techno’s body crumpling to the ground kept replaying in his mind as he ran.

He knew he would hate himself in the morning.

He knew it was a bad idea.

He knew he was angry.

But above all else, he knew, somehow,

That it was Nightmare who had pulled the trigger,

And it was Dream who woke up the next morning.

Chapter Text

Dream shot up in bed the next morning, his hands flying to his hair. He grabbed at the strands, his head spinning. Techno’s body crumpling to the ground replayed over and over in his mind. The feeling of the cool weight of the gun lingered like a phantom over his fingers.

He lunged out of bed, his hands still embedded into his hair. At this point, he didn’t know what he was doing. His own feet betrayed him as he tripped over his dresser. He flailed as he fell, his hands detaching themselves as quick as they could from his hair to attempt to break his fall. A loud thud reverberated through the house as he slammed onto the ground. Laying there for a moment, he listened to the quietness of the house. No footsteps were heard in the moment that followed, and he knew the reason why.

Sapnap was in the hospital, and by default that meant George was too.

Techno was also in the hospital, and by default that meant he should be too.

His phone buzzed from its place on the bedside table, the steady rhythm told him that it was a call, not a text. Begrudgingly, he dragged himself up off the floor, feeling like death. He reached over to his phone, the call on the third ring, and before he could look at the name, he swiped to answer the call.

“Hello?” Man, he even sounded like death.

“Dream WasTaken?” A woman said.

“That’s me.” Dream muttered as he opened his bedroom door. Now that he was up, he might as well make breakfast.

“This is Waycross Hospital, Sap Nap was admitted to the hospital at around 5:47 pm yesterday. He has since woken up and requested your presence.”

Dream gulped, “I’ll be over there as soon as I can.”

“Just ask for room 403.”

“Thank you.” Dream breathed, and the woman hummed a your welcome. “Wait!”

“Yes Mr. WasTaken?”

“Is there a man named Technoblade Minecraft there?”

The woman paused, “Why yes there is.”

“Can you tell me what room he’s in?”

“Sir I’m afraid it’s family only-”

“I’m his fiance.” Dream said without a second thought.

“Sir, I’m afraid-”

“Ma’am I’ve been worried sick about him.” He breathed, his words rushed as he frantically put on his shoes. “We’re supposed to be getting married next week and when you called I thought it was for him and I-”

“Sir calm down.” The woman said, effectively cutting Dream off. “I don’t usually do this but, I guess since you're technically family…” Dream breathed a sigh of relief. “Just ask for Niki and I’ll let you in okay?”

“Thank you,” Dream felt his chest constrict as he opened his front door. “Really, thank you.”

“Your welcome Sir.” Niki said, and then the line went dead.

Dream rushed to the hospital after that, his foot hardly finding the break as he sped down the highway. He didn’t know why he wanted to get to Techno so badly. He especially didn’t know why he wanted to get to the cop more than his best friend. Although, he guesses it wouldn’t hurt Sapnap that much if he waited for him a little longer. Right?

He ran into the hospital after parking the quickest he’s ever parked - properly that is.

“Hello I need to talk to Niki.” He rushed out as soon as he made it to the front desk, his hand finding its place back in his hair.

The lady at the front desk smiled at him, “Of course, one moment.” She then grabbed the walkie that was on the desk in front of her, pressing the button on the side. “Man at front desk asking for Niki Nihachu, repeat man at front desk is asking for Niki Nihachu.” After she finished her sentence, she smiled up at him again, putting her walkie back down on the desk. There was a faint, inaudible sound from the walkie and a nurse came barreling down the hallway.

“Hello! I’m Niki! Mr. WasTaken I presume?” She asked in a rush of sunshine.

Dream cringed at his name, “Dream is just fine thank you.”

She smiled wider, and held out her hand, “Ah! Okay, sorry!”

“It’s alright.” Dream said, involuntarily smiling back at her. “Am I allowed to see him now?”

“Ah yes! Mr. Minecraft is probably sleeping but I’ll let you see him as long as you don’t halt his healing process in any way, shape, or form. So that means no hugging, kissing, laying with him, etcetera. Although you might want to do all of that - I’ve seen all of it here with all of the couples - it might accidentally halt his healing process or unintentionally make it worse. Understand?” She asked, spinning around to face him as they reached Techno’s door.

“I understand, thank you so much Niki.” He whispered as she cracked open the door.

“It was my pleasure. Oh and if anything happens, press that red button on the heart monitor, it will alert the staff.” She turned on her heel after that, rushing out of the door. Dream sighed as the door shut behind her. He ran his hand through his hair again, his breath hitching as soon as his eyes landed on the pinket in the hospital bed.

He was covered in one of those ugly hospital gowns, the blankets pulled up to his chest, his arms resting over them. His pink hair was spread around his face, the entire length filled with waves from the braid. His face was relaxed, unguarded, and Dream was sure that the man couldn’t get any prettier.

He was dead wrong.

Techno shifted, and Dream swore his heart stopped beating as he opened his eyes the slightest bit. His crimson eyes were barely visible below his eyelids, and briefly Dream wondered what it would be like to wake up to that face every morning.

What a horrifying thought.

“Dream?” Techno asked, his voice scratchy.

“It’s me Tech.” He said, stepping over to his bedside. “The hospital called me.”

“You aren’t on my emergency contact list though.”

Dream’s face turned red, his hand tightening slightly on the sheets. “I- uh.”

“Are you stalking me, Dream?” Techno asked, cracking a small smile.

“No,” The blond muttered, his mind catching up to him, “The truth? I called you because I wanted to talk to you again, but someone picked up for you. They told me where you were and I came over as fast as I could.”

“Hm,” Techno hummed, his eyes slipping shut again. Dream thought that was the end of it before Techno’s eyes cracked open again. “What’d you say to get in?”

“What?”

“They only allow family in here Dream.”

“I told them I was your fiancé.” Techno snorted. “Hey! Let me finish. Anyway, I spoke with Niki on the phone and I told her I was your fiancé and that we were getting married soon.”

“Ah, Niki’s too nice for her own good.”

“I think she expects to hear wedding bells when I walk out of this room.”

Techno snorts again, then he starts to cough. Dream’s hand automatically flies to the red button, but Techno’s hand raising from the bed stops him from pressing it. “I’m fine,” the pinket breathes, “I’m alright.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nightmare.” Techno mutteres, and even if Dream knew what he was going to say his criminal name still sends ice through his veins. “Shot me right where the shoulder meets my chest.”

Dream winced, “Is it awful?”

“They said I’ll be fine in a week or two if I take care of myself.”

“That’s good to hear.” Dream whispered, his hand moving towards Techno’s involuntary. “I’ll be on standby if you need anything.” His hand laced with Techno’s as he spoke, the pinket letting out a quiet hum as Dream lightly squeezed. They sat for a moment, merely just basking in each others presence.

Dream didn’t know why he was with the pinket at the moment. He’d barely even talked to the guy, and yet here they were, holding hands as the both of them waited for Techno’s recovery. In the end he justified it as waiting for Techno to heal so he could stop feeling guilty.

Deep down he knew that that wasn’t the case.

His phone buzzed after a few silent moments, effectively breaking whatever spell had landed over the room. He pulled it out with his other hand, Techno watching amusedly as the blond attempted to grab his phone in his left pocket with his right hand. Eventually after a few moments, Dream managed to grab it out of his pocket.

He held it up in victory, relishing in Techno’s grunt of amusement as he answered the call. “DREAM!!” George shouted through the phone. Dream’s eyes widened as he held the phone away from his ear. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!”

“I’m almost there!” Dream whisper-shouted.

“You should go.” Techno said, releasing his hand. “My father will be here any minute anyway.”

“Dream? Who’s that?” George asked, and Dream sighed. He turned back to Techno, a remorseful look painted on his face.

“Are you sure? I can stay if you really need me to.” Dream said, reaching for Techno’s hand again. Because I feel guilty, that’s all.

Techno held up a hand, “Go to your friends Dream. I’ll be okay here.” He said, bringing his other hand that was holding Dream’s up to his lips. “Until we meet again.” He muttered, then dropped Dream’s hand.

“Until next time, Technoblade.” He said, mock bowing as Techno smirked. The blond could hear screaming over the phone, and he laughed as he backed out of the room.

He closed the door behind him, smiling like an idiot as he walked over to the elevators. He vaguely registered he was on the phone, Techno’s warm hand still ghosting over his fingers. It was a sharp contrast to what he was feeling this morning. Reaching Sapnap’s door, he swung it open to find George sitting in a chair next to Sapnap’s bed, Bad cupping his hand over the red button as Quackity taunted him, Karl laying across the foot of the bed, right under Sapnap’s feet, and Callahan with his head in his hands in the corner of the room.

All activity halted however, when they all caught sight of him. He felt himself turn pink under their gazes, none of their eyes faltering as they waited for him to explain.

“Hey Sap.” He shakily started, “You doing okay?”

“Just peachy.” Sapnap smiled, “How are you, Dream?”

Dream felt his blush darken at the question, “Positively perfect.”

Quackity had a shit eating grin on his face, “Any hospital sex?” He asked, which earned him a smack on the back of the head from Bad, followed by ‘language!’

Dream dropped his head in his hands, “I regret leaving to come see you shits.”

“Aww you love us.” Sapnap teased from his position on the bed.

“Careful, you can’t run like that.” Dream said, pointing a finger at Sapnap’s leg. “By the way, when is it going to heal?”

“Two weeks or something.” Sapnap shrugged.

“One and a half at best if you don’t strain it, which means as soon as you’re out of here you’re on bed rest.” George said, his tone leaving no room for questions.

“Don’t worry, we’ll still get you off.” Karl muttered from his place at the foot of the hospital bed. Quackity doubled over at that, clapping George on the shoulder with his hand.

There was another language from Bad, and Quackity leaned over George to Sapnap, still wheezing out his laughter. “Hear that babe?!” He managed to laugh out as he smacked a kiss on Sapnap’s cheek.

Dream felt an eyebrow shoot up at the action, “Babe?”

He watched as the smiles immediately fell from Karl, George, Quackity, and Sapnap simultaneously and suddenly regretted saying anything.

Quackity looked absolutely crushed. His face was a mixture of horrified, regretful, and upset all at once. George slowly looked up at Dream, his face portraying horrified fear. It was the first time he’d seen that look on his face, and Dream never wanted to see it again. “We’re…” the Brit started, gulping, “We’re all dating.”

“Like all four of you?” Bad asked, and Karl nodded the best he could from his laying down position. “That’s awesome!”

Sapnap looked downright hopeful as his eyes found Bad’s, “Really?”

“Yeah! I think it’s cool that you four can love each other equally. Right Callahan, Dream?”

Callahan just nodded from his spot in the corner, then all eyes turned to Dream, and he just smiled, “We’re gonna need a wider Polaroid lense.”

Chapter Text

The ninth time Dream met Technoblade, was when the pinket invited the criminal to a huge party to celebrate his recovery.

It’d been a month since Dream has actually been face to face with Techno. Between carrying the team since Sapnap - and sometimes George - were still out, and trying to take care of the whiny bitch, Dream hasn’t had any time for the pinket. He feels guilty about it, although whether the guilt is from shooting him or not being there for him like he said he would, he wasn’t sure.

Of course they still called and texted, sometimes even FaceTimed if they were both up for it, but Dream missed the pinket. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he wanted to take care of the pinket like George was doing for Sapnap.

“I wish I could be there for you.” The blond muttered one night over a call with the pinket.

“DREAM! GEORGE!” Sapnap yelled from somewhere in the house.

Techno chuckled, “it’s alright, I’ve already got my father and younger brother here to make up for all the nagging you’d do.”

“I wouldn’t nag.” Dream said in an offended tone.

“I bet you’d go full mother hen.” Techno shot back, a smile evident in his voice.

Dream flopped back onto his bed, “Still, I said I’d be there for you.”

“GEORGE!”

Techno hummed, “I’m alright Dream, really. Besides, it sounds like you’ve got your hands full over there.”

“He’s just being a whiny dickhead,” Dream sighed, rolling his eyes, “I swear, ever since he broke his leg it’s like he turned into a five-year-old with a paper cut.”

Techno laughed, the sound bringing an involuntary smile to Dream’s face. “You can make it up to me you know.” Techno muttered through the phone, his gravelly monotone sending chills down Dream’s spine.

“Oh yeah?” Dream asked, his voice quieting to a whisper.

“My father’s throwing a party in honor of my recovery, I’d like you to be there.” Techno hesitantly whispered back, and after a few seconds of silence, he tried to backtrack. “If you want to that is.”

“I’d love to.” Dream smiled, “I’d love to go to the party with you.”

He could practically feel Techno’s relief through the phone. “Shall I come pick you up from your house this time?”

Dream smiled, his hand coming up to press against his heating cheek, “if you want to.”

“I’d be delighted. Text me your address, I’ll be by to get you at 6 tomorrow. Is that alright?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Wonderful.” Techno said, “Dress nicely.”

Dream laughed, “I’m not homeless!”

“I’d beg to differ.”

“You’re picking me up at my house”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 6, bye Dream!”

“I’m not home-!” There was a beep, and suddenly Dream wasn’t on a call with the pinket. He laughed, tossing his phone to the other side of the bed. He was going to a party. Not just any party, a Philza Minecraft ball slash party, party. Only the highest ranking people got to go, unless you got invited by the family themselves.

Dream briefly wondered if Wilbur was invited.

The blond sprung up from the bed, beginning to gather the appropriate attire. He’d probably need to borrow a suit from someone - most likely Schlatt, he practically lives in suits - since the only nice clothing he owns is the light green button down he wore to their first date.

“Dream?” George asked through the door, his voice soft, “Are you awake?”

Dream strode over to his door, yanking it wide open, “how could I be sleeping?” He asked, his smile stretched wide across his face. He turned back inside his room, immediately reaching for his phone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m going to a rich and fancy party George! I’m too nervous and excited to be sleeping.”

“You don’t have any rich and fancy clothes though.” George said, turning towards the blond’s closet. “All you have are these ugly green things.”

“Those green things are my sweaters, and I love them.” Dream said, pushing George back out the door, “but I’m asking Schlatt for a suit.”

George laughed then, “You don’t have a suit?”

The phone kept ringing in his hand, “The last one I had got blood on it.”

”Can I fucking help you?” Schlatt’s tired voice sounded through the phone.

“Can I borrow a suit?”

——

In the end, Dream got the suit, although he discarded the jacket. It was all black, the only color was the light green tie he wore over the black long sleeve button down. He was currently standing outside of his shared house, nervously wringing his hands together. Inside, another polaroid picture of the three of them - Dream looking classier than the other two - joined the ever-growing gallery they created. George was inside making sure Dream didn’t forget anything, and Sapnap was sitting on a kitchen chair he made George drag out onto the patio for him.

“A Philza Minecraft party.” Sapnap laughed disbelievingly from his place in the chair, “Never thought you of all people would be going.”

“Jealous?” Dream asked, turning to his best friend.

Sapnap shrugged in response as they watched a sleek black car roll into the driveway.

“Damn no limo?” George asked as Techno stepped out of the vehicle.

Suddenly Dream felt like he couldn’t breathe. Techno’s crimson eyes were fixed on him as his pink hair fell perfectly out of his messy bun. He was dressed in a white long sleeve button down, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He looked like a modern prince, all he was missing was the cape and the crown.

Techno smiled at George’s comment, “Wouldn’t fit in the driveway I’m afraid. You’re George, I assume?”

George laughed and took the hand offered to him, “Nice to finally meet you handsome stranger that Dream never stops talking about.”

The blond went bright red at the comment, Techno easily laughing it off. “And that makes you Sapnap.” The pinket said, turning to the man in the chair, “sorry to hear about your leg.”

“It’s alright.” Sapnap smiled, shaking Techno’s hand, “Did Dream tell you how it happened? I was minding my own business in the shower-“

“Alright that’s enough from them.” Dream said marching over to Techno, starting to shove him away from the two dumbasses he calls his friends. “Let’s go have a party.”

Techno chuckled, letting Dream push him along, “Let’s.”

When they got to the car, Techno opened the door for Dream, ushering the blond inside. It was a wonderful car, all of the surfaces clean, the newest technology installed, fancy seat controls - it was everything Dream had ever wanted and more.

“When we get married I want a car like this.” Dream said as he felt the car roar to life.

“Married?” Techno asked incredulously to his right.

Dream turned to him and smiled, “We’re finances remember?”

Techno shoved him into the car door after that. The rest of the ride took at least ten minutes. Most of it filled with Dream admiring all of the bells and whistles of the car. He was severely disappointed when the driver announced that they had reached their destination. For the first time, he was actually enjoying being somewhere expensive.

Like he’d gotten in, Techno opened the door to help him out. The pinket held out his hand, and Dream took it, trying to ignore the way his skin lit up in the places he was touching the pinket. Carefully climbing out of the car, Dream looked around him. Gathering in small groups were all of the richest people in a fifty mile radius, most likely all friends of the Angel of Death himself.

Techno didn’t release his hand as they walked towards the front of the large mansion the party was being held in. He could feel the stares of everyone on his back. Most people looked at him with shock, some with disgust, and others with jealousy. Everyone there wanted to be in power, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he was attacked tonight because he was Techno’s plus one.

They neared the entrance to the party, and Techno’s hand tightened on Dream’s hand considerably. In front of them, Dream caught a glimpse of a tall brunet in a trench coat. Next to said brunet was a shorter brunet in a crisp suit.

Wilbur and Schlatt.

Shit.

“Wilbur, didn’t know you were still hanging around.” Techno said, approaching the two brunet’s, “I didn’t know you kept this one around either.”

Schlatt’s mouth turned down into a frown, and Dream knew him well enough that he was about to quip back with his own insult, but Wilbur stopped him before he could. “Dad invited me personally.” He said, staring straight back at the pinket, “And since everyone brought a plus one, I’d say it was appropriate to bring my best friend along don't you think?”

Techno just hummed, unconsciously tightening his grip on Dream’s hand.

“Tommy would be happy to see us.” Wilbur said, and that was it. Techno’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said no more. Wilbur then turned, briskly walking inside, pushing past everyone else.

Schlatt followed a moment after, a clipped, “Nice to see you Techno” was uttered under his breath as he went.

“Tommy…?” Dream started, squeezing Techno’s hand. Techno’s face lit up a little as he let out a small snort.

“The craziest child known to mankind.” The pinket laughed, “You’ll know him when you see him.”

They shuffled to the front, everyone watching them go. Dream shuffled awkwardly at Techno’s side as he tried to ignore the whispers behind his back. Eventually, they made it inside, the small hallway in the front opening up to a giant front ballroom.

It was grand, the ceiling seemingly ten floors high. There were pillars evenly spaced along the side, with a small opening behind them making little makeshift hallways. In between each pillar was a table filled with little snacks, one of the tables holding a punch bowl. There were stairs at the opposite end of the room, probably leading to the upstairs bedrooms. The ceiling held three grand chandeliers with a painting of a sky. The floors were a dark oak, contrasting beautifully with the white of the room.

“This is magnificent Techno.” Dream breathed as he took in the entire room.

“Glad you think so.” The pinket smiled, his eyes scanning the crowd. “My father should be here somewhere…”

Just then the band in the corner halted. The lights dimmed slightly except for the ones on the staircase. Everyone’s chatter died down as the Angel of Death himself stood on the top of the stairs.

“Hello everyone!” He said, his friendly voice carrying across the room. “Thank you all for coming. As you all might know, my eldest son had been shot by the city’s greatest enemy, Nightmare.” Dream’s blood ran cold. “But he is well on his way to recovery, and this party is to honor the speedy recovery and all of the doctors that helped it happen.” Everyone cheered. “So, to start this party, Techno? Why don’t you perform the first dance.”

Dream didn’t know what was happening. The first dance? Was that a way all of these started? The blond barely had time to think about what was happening before Techno released his hand and bowed in front of him.

“Dream, may I have this dance?” Techno asked, his voice carrying throughout the silent room.

Dream stared for a moment, his mind racing. Techno wanted to dance with him? “Uh, yes?” Dream said, his sentence pitching into a question at the end.

Techno then wasted no time in grabbing his hand and leading him to the dancefloor. The pinket smiled reassuringly before taking a step forward, forcing Dream to take a step back. They moved like this for a little, Dream copying Techno’s every step. They gilded easily across the floor, their eyes barely glancing away from the other’s, only when Dream accidentally took a wrong step. The music swelled and Techno raised their joined hands, letting go of Dream’s other hand. The blond, getting the memo for the first time in his life, stepped out and spun under Techno’s hand. He smiled as Techno pulled him back towards him, dipping him back as the music ended.

Dream wanted to kiss him so badly. Techno’s face was inches from his own, and he wished Techno would move the slightest bit forward -

The music started again, and Techno pulled them back up. Dream’s head was spinning as Techno pulled him through the crowds. Eventually they stopped in front of the father of the three Minecraft children.

“Dad,” Techno said, pulling Dream a little more forward, “This is Dream.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Phil said, holding out a hand. Dream took it immediately, and he could see why this man was named the most dangerous man around. He was so nice you just couldn’t refuse.

“Pleased to meet you too.”

“Enjoying the festivities?”

“Oh yes,” Dream glanced over to Techno, “it’s wonderful.”

“Glad to hear it.” Phil smiled, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go talk to some people. Techno?”

Techno turned towards his father.

“Mingle.” Phil said exasperatedly, “Please.”

Philza disappeared into the crowd after that, leaving them alone again.

“Would you like to go somewhere else?” Techno asked, tugging slightly on his hand.

“Yes please.”

A few minutes later found them in the garden in the back of the estate. It was covered in flowers, all of them in bloom. Techno moved over to a rose bush as Dream sat at the bench.

“You don’t usually do parties, do you.” Dream asked after a silent moment.

Techno pulled at the bush, “My father does them, and Tommy likes them.” The pinket pulled again at the bush, and a moment later there was a small snap. Techno sat next to Dream after a moment, holding out a rose towards the blond. There was a small smile on his face as he handed it to him.

Dream took it, carefully avoiding the thorns around the stem. “Thank you.” He whispered, smiling down at the flower.

“Dream?”

“Yeah?” He said, looking up at the pinket.

“May I…” Techno started, swallowing once before finishing his sentence. “May I have this dance?”

Dream, confused, whispered, “Yes.”

Techno got up, dragging Dream to his feet by the hand not holding the rose. He raised his hand up, and Dream repeated the motion he had earlier. One step out, spin, step back and-

Techno dipped him and kissed him right there in the middle of the garden.

Dream’s head was spinning for the second time that night, his brain desperately trying to keep up with what was happening. He pressed back against the pinket, desperately kissing him back. His hand tightened around Techno’s for a moment before Techno released it in favor of wrapping his arm around Dream’s waist. Dream’s arm wrapped around Techno’s neck, and Dream felt overwhelmed in the best possible way. After a moment, they pulled away, and Dream felt something wet drip down his hand.

“Tech.” Dream whispered, pressing his forehead against Techno’s. “The rose.”

They both looked down at Dream’s hand, both of their foreheads still together as they watched Dream’s blood slowly drip down to the grass below.

Chapter Text

The tenth time Dream met Technoblade, was when the pinket had asked Dream to go out with him.

”Will you be mine?”

Those were the words rolling around Dream’s head for the past month and a half. Since then, Techno has yet to stop calling or texting, although he doesn’t do much of the latter. Techno said he found it hard to text, so he preferred calling instead. Dream almost broke up with him over that. (No, dear readers, he didn’t. He’s a massive simp. He didn’t even consider it).

So, when Dream got a call during a heist, obviously it didn’t go well for him.

Shit hit the fan really fast.

“Dream! What the fuck man?” George whisper-yelled as he furiously motioned to Dream’s back pocket, which was currently blasting ‘Funky Town’ throughout the office building. He heard a curse and a thud in the general direction of the files area - where Sapnap was currently trying to get top secret files for Schlatt - before the alarm cut through the otherwise silent building.

‘Funky Town’ was still blasting from Dream’s back pocket as he ran towards the files closet, George in tow. He managed to reach the closet before there was the sound of the front doors being kicked open.

“How’d they get here so fast?” Sapnap asked as he launched himself over the boxes of files on the floor.

“Maybe one was on route?” George yelled, panicking.

“Who would be stupid enough to take on criminals alone?” Quackity’s voice asked through the earpiece. George and Sapnap simultaneously turned to look at Dream, who’s back pocket had silenced since the front door opened.

“Oh shit.”

They barely had time to react as the door swung open, revealing a very pissed off pinket. Techno barely blinked as he frowned and opened fire on the three of them. Dream ducked behind the door in record time, whipping out his own gun. George and Sapnap were collapsing on each other and the file cabinet while they both tried to push the other out of the way. Dream, taking charge of the situation, reached his arm around the door and started firing blindly into the room.

Techno’s fire stopped after a few moments, some shuffling was heard, and silence fell over the room once more.

‘Funky Town’ sounded through the room, and Dream felt his ass vibrating.

George had the most horrified and frustrated expression on his face as his eyes fixed on Dream’s mask. His hands flailed for a little before slicing through the air as if to tell Dream, no, absolutely not.

Dream never listened to anyone anyway.

“What’s up Techno?”

George slapped his hand to his face.

“Nothing much, I’m on a job. Just waiting for backup at the moment.”

“Mmh you know I like a man in uniform.” Dream smiled as he waved at George to get out of the files. He swooped down and grabbed the one they needed off the floor as George dragged Sapnap out after him, the file completely forgotten by them in the chaos.

“Yes, you’ve said that many times.”

“You’d look so hot with a gun to my throat.”

Quackity gagged.

“Would I now?”

“Mhm.” Dream hummed as he patiently waited for George to climb the ladder to the roof, Sapnap above him.

“Anyway, that’s not what I called for.”

“Can it be what you called for?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” Techno asked, rushing out his sentence like a frightened child. “Like to the movies or something?”

“Yes!” Dream smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you.” He shifted the phone to his shoulder as both hands grabbed the ladder.

“Perfect! I’ll call you later?” The pinket asked as sirens filled the air.

“Yeah,” Dream said, smiling softly as he stood on top of the building with George and Sapnap. “Go put those fuckers in jail.”

“Will do.” Techno laughed as he hung up.

“Those fuckers are going to be us if you don’t jump Sapnap!”

——————————-

Schlatt slammed his hands down at their meeting table a few hours later. Sunlight was just peeking over the mountains, and the top-secret file was in the middle of the table.

“What the fuck was that.” He said, turning his head to look Dream in the eyes. “Take your goddamn mask off.”

Dream reluctantly did what he said, his face was flushed from being called out so suddenly. “It got us out didn’t it?”

“You’re what caused the problem in the first place!”

“Yeah what the fuck was that ringtone?” Quackity interjected from the other end of the table. “Funky town? Really?”

“Techno made a joke about it so it had to be his ringtone!”

The entire table fell silent.

“Techno?” Wilbur breathed, his voice choked. Schlatt turned towards the trench-coat wearing man and grabbed his bicep.

“Wilbur, stay with me here.” The boss said as he stepped closer to Wilbur.

The Brit was gaping at Dream, “Why didn’t I see you at the party? Did I see you at the party? You’re talking about my brother? You’re dating my brother?” His words came out in a rush, his breathing starting to pick up as he hyperventilated.

“Wilbur! Wilbur, can you hear me?” Schlatt asked, the entire table watching as Wilbur’s eyes jumped around from Dream to Dream’s phone to the door and back. He was still rambling as Schlatt shouted, “Five things that you can see!”

Wilbur stopped for a moment, looking at Schlatt before his eyes went to the wall. “The light switch, Dream’s phone, Dream, George, Quackity, and Karl.”

“Four things you can touch.”

Wilbur moved closer to the table, “The table,” he said, reaching out and pressing his palm against it, “my trench coat, your suit, you.”

“Three things you can hear.”

“Your voice, Quackity shifting, the traffic.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Your stupid ass cologne,” he said, cracking a small smile, “gunpowder.”

“One thing you can taste.”

“My tongue.”

“You back?” Schlatt asked, slowly releasing Wilbur’s bicep.

“I’m back.” He breathed out, he looked around the table. An uncomfortable air had fallen over Dream’s team, all of them feeling like they weren’t supposed to witness any of that. “Now, Dream,” Wilbur muttered, his eyes shifting over to the blond, “Don’t hurt him, or you’re done for.” Then he turned on his heel, briskly walking out of the room. After a moment, Schlatt followed, the worried look hadn’t dropped from his face since Wilbur flipped.

“Is this a bad time to mention I have a date with him tonight.”

“I’ll be yours for as long as we survive.”

Chapter Text

The eleventh time Dream met Technoblade, was when they went on their 11th date.

“Thrilling that you’ve been counting.” Techno said as he looked at Dream’s phone, the calendar notification popping up over the menu for one of the three restaurant choices the blond had.

“Shut up. Anyway, I think I liked the first place better. Simpler.” He muttered, pocketing his phone. His face was a little flushed from embarrassment from 11th Date with Techno!! <3 being broadcasted to said pinket on his phone. He felt his fingers being laced with the other man’s as the other spoke.

“It’s alright. I haven’t really been much but I think the food was okay.” The pinket said as he ordered one of the many ubers that were floating around to get them. Dream hummed his response, slowly swinging their hands back and forth between them. They waited only a few moments before a black Subaru rolled up to them. “It says this is us.”

The window rolled down a moment later, blessing Dream’s sight with the shock of electric blue hair in the driver’s seat. The man smiled, God, could this guy be any bluer? “Are you Technoblade? I’m your Uber.”

Techno’s face was probably the best thing Dream has ever seen, a mix of confusion, horror, and disgust had settled on his features. He was undoubtedly taking in the bright blue hair and matching blue hoodie - that could honestly rival Dream’s green one - that belonged to the man in the Uber they were taking. “You’ve gotta be joking.” Techno muttered as he opened the car door. “You first.”

Dream climbed into the backseat, Techno following shortly after. The man smiled and turned down the radio he’d been blasting to talk, “I’m Skeppy! And I’ll be taking you two to your date!” He turned back to the front, and Dream leaned into Techno. The blond hummed as Techno wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Dream studied the blue man for a moment, unable to shake the feeling he knew him from somewhere.

“I didn’t know you had a part-time Skeppy.” Techno said, his head turned towards the window.

“Uber by day, cop by night. I’m like a superhero.” Skeppy laughed, turning the radio up again. Dream’s brows furrowed in thought, then it clicked. Their Uber driver was Techno’s partner the night of their first bank heist with Bad.

Shit.

“You must be the infamous Dream I’ve been hearing about.” Skeppy smiled, looking back at Dream through his rear view mirror. “Techno won’t shut up about you.”

Dream felt himself smiling despite the fact there were two cops in the car with him that could easily kick his ass, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about how pretty you were the first time you guys met at- what was it? A coffee shop?”

“I thought he was an asshole after he took my coffee.” Dream said as Skeppy barked out a laugh.

“You ordered it for me!” Techno said, chuckling himself.

“I did not! I was being sarcastic. I was going to take the coffee and drink it in front of you but nooo you took it first!”

“You couldn’t even drink straight black coffee if you tried, Mr. Cappuccino with extra whipped cream.”

Skeppy laughed at them from the front, “You two are made for each other. Anyway, we’re here.”

Dream huffed at Techno as they got out of the car, the pinket laughing at the state of the blond. The pinket held out his hand, and Dream reluctantly took it. He felt a small tug before he was being led forward into the restaurant. A couple of minutes later found them seated at the best spot in the house. The waitress came over moments later, and the couple ordered their drinks.

“Coffee? Really?” Techno said after she left.

Dream smiled innocently, “You made it a challenge. I’ll show you I can drink black coffee.” Techno’s eyebrow raised as his lips quirked up into a small smile.

The waitress returned with their drinks a little while later, also taking their dinner order. Dream smiled at Techno after she left, grabbing the mug handle before bringing it to his lips. Techno’s eyebrow raised again, “Should I be taking a video?” He said with a lilt of amusement.

“Nah, nothing’s going to happen anyway. I can drink black coffee.” Dream said with full confidence. Techno took out his phone anyway. The blond raised the mug to his lips, immediately gulping down one of the worst things he has ever tasted. He quickly pulled the cup away from his mouth, sputtering as he reached for the pink lemonade Techno had gotten. Said man was laughing his ass off on the other side of the table, his hands keeping his phone steadily pointed at Dream.

Dream gulped down mouthfuls of the pink lemonade as Techno roared with laughter, neither of them caring as all of the tables turned to look at them. “You should see your face!”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Dream said between mouthfuls of pink lemonade. Techno kept laughing as Dream silently passed over the coffee he ordered to the cackling man. He kept the rest of the pink lemonade, the entire drink almost gone.

“That was one of the best things I’ve seen in a while.” Techno said, picking up the coffee Dream had given him. “Next time you’re getting lemonade.”

Dream smiled as he nodded his agreement, a gulp of pink lemonade still in his mouth. He swished it around a few times, trying to get rid of the awful taste of the coffee when a voice that definitely did not belong to Techno spoke into his ear.

“Dre- Drea- Dr- Are yo- Can you hea-“

“He’s too far-“

“Dream” Schlatt’s voice broke through the static voices of his friends. “They’re all on you. Every single cop is in that joint, I don’t know what he did to tip them off but they’re all there.”

Then Quackity’s voice, clear as day, shouted, “Get out of there, get out of there now!”

Dream was suddenly taken back to the bank heist, those exact words shouted to him and his team before Techno and Skeppy barged through the front doors. Dream had almost died that day, but Bad had been there to pull him out of that. Now, sitting in this restaurant supposedly on one of the best dates of his life, he was horribly and utterly alone.

“Techno, it feels a little stuffy in here.” The criminal muttered, starting to rise from the table. “Can we go outside?”

“Of course,” Techno said, rising from the table himself. “Let me just pay and we’ll go.”

“No, this will only take a moment.” Dream said, smiling weakly, the taste of coffee still bitter on his tongue. “I think I just need fresh air after the coffee.”

Dream moved out of his seat, the clicking of a gun heard somewhere in the background. “Freeze! Police!”

The entire restaurant froze, and Dream’s mind was screaming at him to move, do something. He barely had any time to do anything before Techno had his gun out and pointing it back at the man.

“Techno I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Dream hissed. The cop gave him a confused look before the entire restaurant had guns aiming at the two of them. There was a muffled ‘shit’ in Dream’s ear before the door to the restaurant slammed open, revealing a woman in 4” black stilettos and a suit. Her blackish-purple hair flowed down her shoulders with her black sunglasses hiding her eyes, although Dream could tell that she had her eyes narrowed. She walked like she owned the place, which she probably did. Behind her was another woman, slightly shorter with bobbed light pink hair. She wore a suit and glasses like the other woman, except her shoes were black knee length high heeled boots.

The purple haired woman took her glasses off first, and she looked exactly how Dream had pictured - pissed off with a little bit of amusement in her eyes. “Techno, I’m going to have to borrow your date.”

“This is preposterous Minx, he hasn’t done anything.”

“He’s right,” the unnamed woman behind Minx says, “Which is why we aren’t shooting him.” The entire restaurant lowers their guns, excluding Techno.

“Thank you Niki. Now that that’s out of the way. Mr. Dream WasTaken, you are being put under arrest for the kidnapping of Tommy Minecraft. Anything you say can and will be used against you under trial. Take him away.” Minx says, and with a flick of her hand the cops around them spring to life. One grabs Dream’s arms and bring them behind his back. The blond is kicking the whole way through, screaming at the cops who are restraining Techno who’s shouting that the ‘whole thing is stupid and Tommy is safe at home!’

The criminal looks over at Minx, who’s standing in the doorway with Niki, her eyes narrowed at Dream, not quite looking at his face. He jerks his head to the side and she locks eyes with him, a smile stretching across her face like she knew something he didn’t.

He feels cold metal circle around his wrists, and he faintly hears Techno screaming about Tommy, Wilbur, and him before he’s hauled away from the restaurant by two of Techno’s coworkers. He thrashes when they pass by Minx and Niki, and he manages to spit on the former’s shoe before he feels something hard collide with his head.

The last thing he hears before he’s out cold is his name on Techno’s tongue.

Chapter Text

The twelfth time Dream met Technoblade was when the blond was strapped down to a chair in an interrogation room.

Dream came to hours later. There was ringing in his ears and it felt like his head was being dragged through water. He could feel that his body was strapped to a chair, and when his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he recognized he was in a questioning room. In front of him was Philza, and behind him was a miffed looking Techno.

“He’s awake.” Techno said gruffly.

“Thanks for clarifying captain obvious.” Dream smiled. Techno’s lip quirked up at one end before Philza slammed his hands down on the table.

“You will not speak unless spoken to understand?”

Fighting the urge to say kinky like Nightmare would, Dream swallowed and muttered, “Yes sir.”

“Where is my son?”

“Dad he-“

“I have no idea where your son is Mr. Minecraft.” The blond said, his tone level and his hands gripping the chair. “I know where one is, and he’s right behind you and we were on a date, so if this is over I’d like to get back to the good time I was having thanks.”

“Do you have an alibi?”

“What?” Dream and Techno asked simultaneously. Dream blinked for a moment before continuing, “I was literally with Techno all afternoon.”

“Not today stupid, when Tommy went missing. The party.” Philza said, his voice like ice. “I invited you into my home, let you dance with my son-“

“Dad, he was with me the whole time.” Techno interjected, his hand resting on Philza’s shoulder. “We went out to the garden because I needed some air. You know how I hate social scenes.”

Philza turned back to Dream, “is this true?”

Dream flushed, recalling the night Techno kissed him under the stars, “yes sir, that was the night of our first kiss.” Techno smiled sheepishly as Philza turned to look at him, a blush was high on the pinket’s cheeks.

“Alright,” Philza sighed, “You’re free to go.”

Techno walked over and unlatched Dream from the chair, immediately getting an armful of said blond because his head started spinning the moment he got up. The pinket let out an ‘oof’ sound at the contact, and chuckled as the blond tried to right himself. “You good?” He asked after a moment of Dream standing still.

“I’m good.” Dream laughed, righting himself. He smiled up at Techno after the pinket released him, this interrogation went a lot better than the other ones that’s for sure.

Techno smiled back, and the blond was ready to be whisked away by the pinket before he frowned. Dream, confused, cocked his head to the side in a silent question. “Wilbur was there.” Techno said, and Dream’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wilbur was there.” Dream echoed as he turned to look at Philza. The man sat there in shock, before grabbing his walkie and rushing out of the room, calling all units to find Wilbur Minecraft.

“There was someone with him, wasn’t there.” Techno said, turning to look back at Dream. “Someone I hadn’t seen in forever.”

Dream swallowed and avoided the pinket’s eyes. Was he about to sell out his whole team for this man?

“Dream I have to find my brothers.”

George? Sapnap? Quackity? Karl?

“Dream, please tell me.”

Callahan? Bad? Schlatt?

“What is it?”

Wilbur?

“Please Dream.”

“You won’t find him that way.” Dream said, his voice betraying him and speaking anyway. “He dropped his last name a while ago.” The blond swallowed, “He told me at the party.”

“What?” Techno asked, pulling away from Dream slightly. “You were with me the whole party.”

“Remember when I went to get drinks?”

Techno’s brow furrowed, “I don’t remember that but okay.”

Dream internally sighed in relief.

“Do you know what his new name is?”

“No, he was pretty drunk so he kept rambling on how he hated the family except Tommy, so he dropped his last name. Maybe he used his middle?”

“Soot?”

Dream’s breathing stopped, he couldn’t believe he was right, “Maybe?”

”There is no Wilbur Minecraft, sir.” Techno’s walkie said on his shoulder. He grabbed it and pressed the button on the side.

“Check for Wilbur Soot.”

There was silence for a moment before the walkie crackled to life, ”There’s one, apparently lives in an apartment on the outskirts of town with a… Jay Schlatt?”

”That’s him, all units report there immediately.” Phil’s voice said though the walkie.

Techno turned to Dream, his hand gripping his bicep, “You going to be okay?”

Dream managed a smile, “I’ll be okay.” Satisfied, Techno turned and left, leaving the door ajar for the blond to get out. Immediately, Dream reacted, running out of the room after Techno to the confiscated area. Finding it in seconds after doing this one too many times, Dream found his earpiece lying next to the pocket knife he always kept with him. Grabbing both of them, he slipped his knife back into his shoe and wedged his earpiece back into his ear.

“Can anyone hear me?”

“Yeah! Dream! What happened?” Quackity responded, his voice sounding overjoyed.

“Can’t explain, you guys need to get out of there, get out of there now!” Sirens could be heard through the call, and Dream panicked. “They’re after Wilbur! They think he has Tommy Minecraft.”

“His younger brother?” Sapnap asked.

“Since the fancy party I went to apparently.”

Quackity laughed, “There’s no way, right Schlatt?”

There was no response from their boss.

“Right?” Quackity laughed nervously.

“Right.” Wilbur said coldly, the sounds of uneasy laughter and unsure words cutting through with his voice.

“Oh my God I’m going to be sick.”

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I’ve always loved endings, especially the happy ones.” Dream said, smiling at the book Techno handed him as their ‘third date gift’.

“Why’s that?”

“Because they wrap everything up in a perfect little bow.”

“Well, what happens if they’re not happy?”

“What?”

“Not a happy ending?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Chapter Text

The thirteenth time Dream met Technoblade, he could finally tell him why he loved endings so much.

“No matter what happens, the main character always ends up with the love of their life.”

Dream was in a cop car, speeding down the street with the lights on. He was heading where all the others were going. All of the cops in the city were banding together in one place, for his friends, his found family.

All because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut. Dream thought as he high tailed it through the city. His friends argued over their communicators, some about what they were going to do, others about if Wilbur really has the child or not. Sirens could be heard all throughout the city, most of them coming from their patrol jobs on the outskirts.

“What do we do?!” Sapnap yelled, followed shortly by some crashing noises.

“Yeah boss! What do we do?!” Quackity shouted back, the sounds of gunfire starting.

“We give back the damn child that’s what.” Schlatt commanded, followed by a muttered, “Wilbur what did you do…” that probably wasn’t supposed to be heard by them.

Tires screeching, Dream pulled up to the building they’ve called their base as quick as he could. There were a few bodies already from the cops who didn’t know better than to attack without backup. Stepping over them, he pushed his way inside, immediately running towards the area of his team. Probably recognizing the ugly green, his friends didn’t shoot at him as he came through.

“Shit! Dream?! How’d you get here?” Sapnap asked as he turned towards the front of the building, letting George cover for him while he reloaded.

“Stole a cop car.” Dream said simply before throwing his mask over his face.

The firing continued sporadically for a few minutes before all the sirens halted. Some shouting was heard from outside, and Dream wondered where Techno was. His friends fell back further into the building, desperately trying to regroup. Out of all of them, the only people that were missing were Schlatt and Wilbur.

“What the hell is happening.” Quackity muttered under his breath.

“They’re searching for the youngest Minecraft.” Dream said quietly, as if he was afraid of being overheard. “Everyone thinks Wilbur has him, and after searching his name this is the building that came up under his address.”

“Wilbur lives here?”

“Not the point dumbass.”

“Language.”

“Anyway,” Dream continued, “They’re trying to find him right now.”

Footsteps sounded down the stairs after Dream finished his sentence. After waiting a few seconds, Schlatt came into view on the staircase. Behind him was Wilbur, and behind Wilbur was who everyone assumed to be the youngest Minecraft, Tommy Innit Minecraft.

“What are you all looking at me for?” He snapped, and Sapnap’s face turned down into a frown. Dream, knowing he was about to say something stupid, slapped his hand over the raven’s mouth. Sapnap shot him a glare but said nothing more.

“What are we going to do out there?” Quackity asked, trying to fulfill his role as team leader.

“We’re giving the child back.” Schlatt said, grabbing Tommy by the forearm. “And then we’re going to continue to live our lives.”

“Are we all going out there?” Karl asked timidly.

“Might as well.” Wilbur said, pushing his way towards the entrance.

As soon as they reached the doors, someone yelled through a megaphone, ”Come out with Tommy Minecraft and nobody gets hurt!” The voice sounded an awful lot like Philza. They gathered at the front entrance, Wilbur doing the honors and pushing both of the swinging doors open. Their entire group stepped out, Wilbur and Schlatt at the front, Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap somewhere in the middle, and Dream and Bad bringing up the rear. Shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets, Dream scanned the crowd for the pink hair he came to love. Finding him seconds later, the blond noticed he was at the front, standing next to his father.

“Tommy step away from your brother.” Philza commanded, “Come over here please.” Tommy, without a second thought, ran over towards Philza.

“Was the entire fleet necessary Dad? It’s just Wilbur.” Dream heard Tommy say before someone shouted a sentence that made Dream’s heart stop.

“Hey! Isn’t that Nightmare?”

Fuck.

Cops charged at all of them from every direction as soon as Tommy was confirmed safe, most of them noticing that the team wasn’t armed. Dream got into fighting mode as he watched his friends be tackled by cops from every side. Most of the cops chose to steer clear of Dream, and the reason why was clear.

Technoblade wanted to kill him himself.

The pinket charged at Dream, and the blond was not ready for the man he fell in love with to come at him with rage in his eyes. Dream, in a desperate attempt to protect himself, swung at Techno first, his fist finding Techno’s arm as he blocked the punch.

They fell into a rhythm, both of them swinging at each other and the other blocking. It was a fight everyone would be talking about for years. Both of them were equally matched in their abilities, and both of them were fighting with everything they had. Dream, trying to get the upper hand, stepped back a little to try and swing an undercut to Techno’s jaw. It was then, when Dream’s guard was down, that Techno swung his fist right at the blond’s face. A loud crack sounded through the battlefield, and everyone fell silent.

Dream felt the two pieces of porcelain fall away from his face, and all of the eyes in the area turned to get a good look at his face. His mask fell to the floor behind him, shattering on the pavement. Techno stood in front of Dream, the entire world frozen as everyone’s attention focused on the blond’s face. The pinket was silently standing there, watching as everyone jumped into action again. He watched Dream as the blond was forced to his knees. He still watched as another cop shoved a gun on Dream’s head, holding the blond’s eyes to the pavement.

“Dream?” He breathed, not wanting to believe that Nightmare was the blond.

“Techno.” Dream whispered back, tears starting to sting at his eyes.

Techno sank to the ground next to him, grabbing the blond’s face in his hands.

“What are you doing? You’re going to go to jail too-“ Dream barely finished his sentence before Techno’s lips were on his. They moved together as Dream responded to Techno, the kiss full of regret and sorrow. The pinket pulled away from Dream, and as soon as he did a gun was shoved into the back of his skull.

“You’re working with the enemy Techno?” One of the pinket’s colleagues shouted.

“I’m in love with him.” Techno laughed out, staring at Dream all the while. “I’m in love with my enemy.”

“I’m in love with my enemy too.” Dream smiled, his head being shoved in response.

“I would’ve married you, you know.” Techno said, his breathing turning shallow.

“With all my flaws?” Dream asked, his breathing just as shallow as the pinket’s.

“With all your flaws.”

“Then why didn’t you marry me already?” There was silence after Dream spoke, save for all the sirens and shouts in the background.

“Because I didn’t know where I stood with you.” Techno said after a moment, “you were always so flighty, and then you get arrested on our - what - 11th date? What was I supposed to think?”

“What happened to all my flaws?”

Techno was silent for a moment, a cop came over and kicked Dream’s side, “Shut up, this is the last time I’m asking. Next time a bullet goes through your skull.”

Dream shifted to look at Techno, his mask laid between them in shattered pieces. Techno’s gun was in the middle of the broken mask, kicked there earlier by one of his colleagues. “We don’t have any more time.” Dream whispered, his emerald eyes finding Techno’s crimson.

“Dream WasTaken, will you marry me?”

Dream watched as a cop charged at George behind Techno, throwing him to the ground. Sapnap threw himself at the guy, his fists flying until another dragged him off. He wanted a love like that, he needed a love like that.

He has a love like that.

“Yes.”

And the last time Dream met Technoblade, was in the middle of a battlefield, a gun to both their heads and love in both of their hearts.