dream x male reader | one-shots | really slow updates

| - death - | angst

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requested by: V1v1a3
hope you enjoy it

!! not following the smp's script !!

keywords:

(m/n) - your name

(l/n) - your last name

(e/c) - your eye color

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the great dream smp war, where every corner you take, you can get shot by a bow. however, this does not apply to dream nor (m/n). since the (h/c) haired boy was watching his boyfriend fight.

dream would now go back to where (m/n) was sitting, putting both of his hands on the other's face, pulling him closer, and kissing his forehead.

"baby, you should go somewhere safe, this is too dangerous and i really don't want to see you hurt." - the blonde said, now hugging his boyfriend.

"what if you get hurt? i wouldn't like seeing you hurt either." - the (h/c) haired boy said, worried, hugging his boyfriend as well.

"I'll be fine baby." - clay now peeked (m/n)'s lips, standing up right after.

"be careful please." - (m/n) said, letting clay's hand go.

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l'manberg is littered with gore, blood and carnage. red and gray are the new colors of what was once a small, growing village, which has now become the stage of a large scale assault.
the air which would normally be filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the sound of people is now heavy with the screams of dying fighters and the scent of their blood, a sight of pure nightmares.

as time went by, everything was destroyed, some people decided to just leave and rebuild their houses somewhere else. now, (m/n) was fighting wilbur while clay was fighting tommy, both trying to regain power over l'manberg.

with the chaos of battle concealing any sense of victory or defeat the other side fights like their lives depend on it, which they do. some have succumbed to panic and are mumbling things about home and family, while others fight on in the hopes to survive this terror.

two teams fight each other because of a betrayal, but it's becoming clear which side will win. the wounded of the losing side lay in heaps across the town and the faces of the fighters are grim with exhaustion and gloom, their spirit will be broken soon.

the toll on both nature and humanity is immense. it'll likely take decades before this forest will have recovered. it's clear metal, explosion holes and gore have taken the place of trees, flowers and plants.

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both fights were intense, with victory ready for the taking, the winning side pushes on and on. some have succumbed to terror and are hiding or running away from the fight, while others fight on in the hopes to survive this terror.

as wilbur finally dies, and (m/n) being severely injured, he decided to relax. still watching is boyfriend fighting the british boy.

the dead and wounded of one side are abundant and lay in heaps around the farm field and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with their muscles tense and anxious and nervous, yet steady breathing, they courageously fight on.

clay looked afraid, his emotions raw. his arms were getting tired from all the fighting, until they heard a huge explosion near them. they all stopped for a minute. 

tommy saw an opportunity on this distraction, and attacked clay by the knees, making him fall. clay now stood on the ground, looking at tommy with fear in his eyes. 

(m/n) quickly got up, rushing towards both of them.

"it's over dream." - tommy said, swinging his sword for one last time, clay closing his eyes.

seconds went by, as clay heard soft drops on the cobblestone. he slowly opened his eyes.

clay was fine, tommy did not hit clay. as clay looked up, he saw his lover with a netherite sword going through his body. he froze. (m/n) just sacrificed his life for him.

(m/n) fell backwards, landing on clay's chest, still breathing.

"c-clay..." - the (h/c) haired male called the blonde, now coughing blood. "c-clay, I love y-you..." - (m/n) said, now feeling his lovers tears fall on his face.

"you can't l-leave m-me like that (m-m/n)..." - the blonde mumbled looking at his lover, slowly going to a better place. "i l-love you so much (m-m/n)..."

"i l-love you too, c-clay..." - the (h/c) colored boy said. - "i-im sorry.." - as (m/n) slowly closed his eyes, he felt his soul leaving his body.

clay hugged his lover's corpse tight, as tears kept falling.

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that's it.

sorry for taking so long to update this book, but here it is. tell me if you find any grammatical errors. requests are still open.

word count: 791.

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