rivalsduo/dreamnoblade oneshots

a royal au (but techno is lowk crazy)

genuinely reaching for ideas y'all

there has to be more shipping prompts than just 56

mmm

i guess time to go back to generated prompts, but actually make em good.

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"Ugh, I HATE this!" Techno grumbled, kicking at the dress his parents had forced him to wear. Dream sat in the corner. "Well, this is what happens when you're the crown prince, hm?" "aren't you just supposed to be my butler? I didn't ask for snarky comments." Dream shrugged. "Just being your friend, darling." he walked over to the balcony, looking down. "How scared would you be if we just... didn't go to the royal dance?" "See, this is why my parents say you're a bad influence!" Techno yelped. "I can't just skip my royal shit!" "Yeah, you can. Your dad doesn't care, and your mom is just trying to follow tradition. Or I can say you're just sick or something." Techno fell silent, staring out the window.

"Alright- fine." he grabbed a knife and cut around the waist of the dress, kicking it away, and climbing down the balcony. "Shit- i did NOT think you'd agree that fast. Alright!" The two landed on the ground, and techno ran towards the gardens, dream running after him and laughing. They wandered through the hedge maze until they reached a bench, and Techno sat down, grabbing a stick and spinning it around in his fingers like a sword. "Maybe one day, i'll be able to convince my parents to not have me be a prissy fuckhead." "one day." Dream hummed, grabbing another stick and smacking it against techno's. "I wanna lead an entire army! Kill people! Blood and all that. Why can't Tommy be king?" "I think it's because Tommy's too young." Dream replied.

"Well DUH." Techno deflected dream's attacks. "And dad's old, blah blah blah. I just- rrgh." "why don't you just change the way the kingdom works?" Dream offered, and Techno sighed. "I wish. I don't think that's even possible. It's been the same for centuries." "it doesn't have to be." Dream said quietly, his eyes meeting techno's. "Things can change."

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The crowd jeered and laughed as the warrior was dragged in front of King Techno. The famed warrior Dream, who had burned hundreds of houses and families. Surely, techno would have him executed. "Dream. My dearest butler." techno said lowly, looking down at Dream. Dream raised his head, the mask on his face giving no emotion. "You were once my dearest friend. and now, after years of war and bloodshed..." the crowd watched, preparing for a bloodbath. "I want you to be my lover." Techno finished, and the crowd gasped, and even Dream looked surprised. "Wh- what?" "dream, though you hurt many people, you taught me a lot of things." He reached out to help dream up.

"You made me take steps out of tradition. You made me massacre all those children that you had cursed." he reached out and pulled dream's mask off. "And I thank you for it. I no longer want a peaceful kingdom where everything is perfect. I want war. Bloodshed. I want our kingdom to be the strongest in the world." he leaned down and kissed dream, ignoring the sounds of protest from his court. He could kill them later. For now, all he could do was appreciate Dream. His lover.