Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Pure crack, no cute

{Quackity's roblox bit but dreamnoblade because it's fun}

"Technoblade! How could you!" George shouted, pointing dramatically.

Techno, who was kind of in the middle of something, no big deal, looked up in confusion. He hadn't done any terrorism in weeks. "What?"

"You stole Dream, my boyfriend, from me, how dare you!"

Danger, he could deal with, pain, no big deal, but unusual social situations? He froze up. Since when were Dream and George even dating anyway. "I have not done anything of the sort." As bluntly and calmly as he could, Techno stated the facts.

"No, don't lie to me! I saw you two with my own eyes! What do you have to say for yourself!"

George was not listening to reason, he was just colorblind, not deaf. Feeling a confused, awkward sweat build up, he stuck to the only thing he knew. "I have done no such thing, I deny all accusations, they are false."

Unfortunately, George only grew more adamant as Techno retreated into his shell. "I can't believe you even kissed him on the lips and everything, you monster!"

Techno was about to retort something that would only make him depressed about his love life, when Dream burst in. At first, he was relieved, maybe George would listen to Dream about the truth and he'd finally be free. But no. "George, give it up, I'm with Technoblade now, you can't change that!" Before he could react, Dream slipped next to him and leaned dramatically on his arm.

He was stuck, frozen in place, he couldn't force himself to move, and his suffering only grew. "That's not what's happening."

"You don't mean that Dream, Technoblade's just manipulating you, this is his fault!" George sounded like he was on the verge of tears, but was still yelling as loud as ever.

"Nope, no it isn't." Techno's protests were as the wind.

"If you really believe that, prove that you care, prove it to me, and I'll consider it."

"Oh I'll prove it alright, I'll prove it by slaying Technoblade to avenge your honor and win your hand!" Drawing his sword, George stood in position, tears still blurring his eyes.

"Wut." Luckily, George charging at him with a sword broke the social fear holding him in place. He moved into battle mode instantly, drawing his weapon to defend himself.

Fighting came much easier than whatever was going on earlier, and he found himself with a clear upper hand. George wasn't bad by any means, but he was still defeated easily. The relaxing relief of victory flooded over him before his memory caught up with him. Had he just won Dream's hand?

As if in answer to the question, Dream floated up to him, seemingly fainting in his arms. "I just knew you could do it Technoblade, I never wanted to date that man anyway." His voice was fluttering and sickly sweet, very unnerving.

"What just happened?" Maybe with George unconscious Dream would return to his normal, snarky self and finally explain.

"You have won my love of course!" Nope. "And a heartfelt victory kiss."

As Dream leaned forward, puckering his lips, danger flashed before Techno's eyes and he shoved him away, hard as he could. "No. Are you on drugs or something, maybe get those out of your system."

Dream merely responded with an unfazed, loving smile. "Let's go home."

Getting dragged along, Techno hoped this was a dream, he really hoped, or a nightmare, probably a nightmare. Right?