A Splash Of Paint (MCYT Oneshots)

[R] Partners In Crime (Dream & Fundy)

(A/N: request as a pic. ahahaha uhh here have immortal husbands fundywastaken who play with mortals because I think that's cool)

Dream had to resist rolling his eyes when he heard the piston doors opening up again. He wondered who it would be this time; Tommy, to come gloat? Sam, to come and give him his daily food intake? Or maybe it could even be one of his former friends, coming to talk. Or yell at him. It mostly depended on which former friend would be coming.

He wasn't expecting the voice that spoke, although he very much welcomed it.

"Hades."

"Persephone?" Dream looked up, and for the first time in a long while, saw his beloved partner standing in the doorway. Fundy gracefully skipped on the stones that floated above the lava, to wave a set of keys on him with a wink.

"I disabled the security system, too, so there's no worry about any guards coming around," he said, twisting the key into the keyhole. "I'm getting bored of this charade, so I decided to break you out."

"Oh Percie," Dream breathed out, adoration in his voice as the jail bars slid open, and he was able to hug his husband, his own godly magic cleaning him up. The mask changed into a crown, one that Dream gladly laid on his head. "You shouldn't have."

"Well, I wasn't just going to leave my husband a damsel," Fundy smiled cheekily, accepting the kiss that Dream gave him. "Thanks for indulging me, by the way."

"Considering that you've been indulging me for the past century or so, I think you get some time for your own fun," Dream chuckled lightly. "I do wonder how the mortals will deal with our absence, though... they can do actions completely unexpected sometimes."

"You know you'll have to apologise soon, right?" Fundy frowned, even as he tugged his husband's hand as they traversed through the lava as if it was water. "Mortals can be so fickle sometimes, but I have to admit that I've gotten attached."

They leisurely walked out of the various traps that the prison held, chatting all the while. Even as they exited the prison in broad daylight, they still talked brightly and cheerfully. They would've looked like an everyday couple, if it wasn't for the fact that Dream was easily recognisable as the 'dictator' of the land, and Fundy was known to be his 'ex-husband', who got left at the altar.

"I should probably visit some of my friends soon, actually," Fundy commented idly, swinging his and Dream's entwined hands back and forth. "I haven't seen them in quite a while, especially not after we decided to spice things up around here. Next time we join something like this, dear, could we do less taxing things?"

"If that's what you want," Dream responded. "Then we could do that."

Their lovely conversation was interrupted by someone, however.

"Fundy?!"

Fundy spun around, to spot Jack staring at the two of them in horror.

"Oh, hello Jack," Fundy smiled, as if he wasn't holding Dream's hand, who was free and out of his prison. Dream raised one of his hands to wave. Jack gaped at him, then at Dream, who simply stared back at him, unblinking.

"Wh- you released Dream?!" Jack's voice went into a much higher pitch than either of them anticipated. "What the fuck, Fundy? Did you just knock your head and lose all your memory of the shit that he's done?"

"You should be careful with your words, Manifold," Dream said, before Fundy could speak up, an underlying threat in his voice. "The only reason I let you escape the Underworld was because Percie found you amusing."

"Don't go revealing all our secrets now," Fundy pouted, ignoring the way Jack spluttered. "And don't kill him either, that wouldn't look good for either of us."

"Maybe," Dream agreed reluctantly. "Well, apologies for bringing you trauma. I'll remove it once Oizys stops her journey with her  own mortals. We'd talk to you more, but we have to move along now. More people to meet, to talk to, and to explain to."

"Don't worry, we'll come back for you," Fundy offered him a smile. "Don't worry, we won't send you back to the Underworld. That is, if you behave."

And with those parting words, the two left, leaving Jack standing there, wondering if he had somehow hallucinated that whole conversation.