Dream SMP OneShots

Chapter 5 - Royal Siblings Reunited

Royal Siblings Reunited
~ Family ~
Type: Fluff
Ship(s): None
Word Count : 1633
Notes:
Family AU
Royal AU
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The royal trio, as they were known in the kingdom ruled by their father, were walking through the town as they usually did. "Say," the eldest only by a mere minute, Wilbur 'Soot' Minecraft, started, walking backwards so he could look at his siblings. "It's Dre's first time in town without Dad, huh?"

The second eldest, Techno 'Blade' Minecraft, grunted, his arm wrapped around the younger male's, Dream 'WasTaken' Minecraft, shoulders so that he wouldn't get lost. "What about it, Wil?" the pinkette asked, looking at his twin ten-year-old brother with a monotone glare.

"Why don't we give him the pointers Dad gave us when we were his age?" the brunette suggested, watching as the six-year-old looked at him in curiosity. "Well, shall we start, Techno?"

"Sure, why not," sighed the pinkette, watching as his twin clapped his hands together in delight. "Alright, you gotta listen here, Dream, okay?" Dream nodded, looking at his older brothers in curiosity.

"Head up, like you're proud to be seen!" Wilbur started, standing tall with his head held high and hands on his hips. He looks like a superhero, thought Dream, he looks like Dad!

"Arms crossed," Techno suggested, only to be shot down by Wilbur.

"No, you look to mean," Wilbur shook his head grabbing the younger one's hands and pulling him forward slightly.

Dream looked around, noticing how people were looking at them, whispering. "Everybody's whispering..." Dream muttered, looking at his hand. His brothers knew of his anxiety, and it was a problem they always overcame together.

"Show em you're not listening!" Techno cheered, fist in the air. Dream copied his older brother, grinning as Wilbur joined in as well.

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It's been eleven years, Dream thought as he looked out towards L'Manburg. Did they remember? Did either of them care? Tommy and Tubbo were too young to remember him by the time he had left. When he left four years later, the two were only 5. I doubt they remember me.

"Head up, like you're proud to be seen," the man sang softly, leaning his back against the tree jut outside of L'Manburg. He knew three of his siblings were inside those walls, safe and protected. As for the second eldest and their father? Dream hadn't a clue. He fell out of contact with his siblings ten years ago, being on the run from the royal guards of an enemy kingdom. "Arms crossed."

"No, you look too mean," a voice sang, seeming at the same height as, or a little taller height than, Dream. The voice was familiar, a melodic sound that reverberated off their surroundings.

"Everybody's whispering..." a second voice sang softly from the opposite side of the tree he was leant against. Dream didn't recognize that voice, though it sounded slightly rough from yelling or screaming.

"Show 'em you're not listening!" a third voice joined the trio's melody, this time it sounded more chipper, more upbeat than the other two voices had. How did they know that? As far as he was aware, only his father and his two older siblings knew of that song. Who could it be?

"C'mon," Dream knew that voice. It was his baby brother, it was Tommy. "Let's go. You know how Dream doesn't want us outside of the walls." Tommy and the other person, who the dirty blonde could only guess was Tubbo, then left. However, that was only two pairs of feet leaving. The other person stayed... why?