Steve Saga Short Stories ♡

A Sweet Dream

Authors note** The Hypno/Illusion brainrot is strong thanks to Hypnotic-Sabre (whom you can also thank for motivating me to work on Lakeside View again, I was thinking of giving up on it). A rather short fluff, as I wanted a break from the s m u t. Dw you'll be getting some soon, I've got about 3 smut requests, one of which will have a fluff pt 2). And Lakeside View Part 2, of course,  among a few others(tho they prob wont be getting worked on for a bit) I am thoroughly enjoying my crack ships, thank you very much.

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Hypno sighed, curling up closer. They laid their head on their partner's arm drowsily, to which Illusion pulled their blankets to follow. The TV did not continue to play re-watched movies they had talked over for the past few hours but inside blinked a title screen. Instead of moving out of the sleepy and comforting cocoon they'd built themselves throughout the second watch of Brave that night to change the DVD, Illusion slowly inched the remote closer to him to turn the volume down and press play once again.

Hypno leaned on him more and he took it to move anyway, laying on the couch as Hypno laid on him and hugged his sides. Illusion would not dare interrupt his partner's sleepy nap for anything, between bringing them to bed or changing the movie, as Hypno was rarely in the mood for this kind of physical intimacy. Hypno simply wasn't one for touch, but when they got cuddly they got cuddly. They would either be on the other side of the couch or laying on top of him like so, with just about no in-between.

And Illusion loved it, as he could so much more savor the physical intimacy he craved from time to time. He fought sleep simply to enjoy it, feeling Hypno's soft breaths and feeling them sync their breaths. He was cautious of how his breaths rocked Hypno's head up and down, being the light sleeper they were. But as Merida rode her horse away from her home, Illusion fell asleep with Hypno's fluffy hair tickling his nose.

But the moment wasn't even lost then. No Illusion found himself lost in a pleasant reenactment of what might have been one of the best days of his life. Or the start of the best days, at least, and he was none the wiser. Trying to figure out how to make illusion blocks was no easy task. Guardian seemed to be incapable of minding his own business as he studied a fake rainbow block, holding a replica rainbow stone in his hand.

He also had an illusion stone. He couldn't seem to figure out how to turn the stones into blocks like they had. They simply wouldn't craft! Illusion, finding himself vaguely lucid in this quite happy dream, laughed at himself. Oh, how stupid and naive.

The Guardian budded in for about the thousandth time "If you'd let me-"

"WHAT!" He snapped before sighing "What could you possibly know about this? Hmm? Do you know how those goons made these rainbow blocks?"

"No, BUT" Guardian yelled but as Illusion started to interject

"But?"

"I know someone who may."

Illusion lit up "Well what are you waiting for? Get them!"

"They won't be too happy to be here" Guardian warned

He waved him off "Yeah, yeah, who is?"

The Guardian sighed and motioned for Illusion to step back, taking steps back of his own. Illusion watched intensely as Guardian raised his hand into the air dramatically, his wings flaring behind him and feathers puffing as electricity charged the air. He felt the hair on his neck prickle and lightning struck between them. Between the white strikes, he saw the figure raising its head from the ground.

The lightning stopped, The Guardian closing his wings and crossing his arm behind him in a similar motion. The steve he summoned groaned as they groaned into their hands.