Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

A duel

{This was inspired by the art above from @clambuoyance on Twitter. I just love the look in his eyes.}

Dream had always been driven, and his smarts and brawn allowed him to do almost anything. He had been top dog at his old school, people either feared him or loved him, but when his parents decided to move, he knew he would have to rise to the top all over again.

His first few weeks, he played it safe. He stayed quiet, didn't cause any commotion, and simply observed the school climate to make a plan of attack. But he didn't have to look too carefully, Technoblade owned the school, no doubt about it. People shuffled out of the way when he walked through the halls, girls and guys alike whispered excitedly when he looked at them, even teachers were afraid to report him to the principal. He had a commanding presence, glaring eyes, and a tough attitude. That's why Dream knew he would have to beat him.

He quickly found out that Techno was known for a lot of things, winning tournaments for the school, good grades, even something called the potato war, but he was feared for his fighting skills. He didn't always pick fights, but he never lost. School bullies were an extinct species, ballsy freshmen were immediately humbled, apparently delinquents would come from other schools, but could hardly lay a finger on him.

"So what are you going to do?" His friend, George, asked while they were having a phone call.

"I mean, what else is there, I have to beat him."

"You're going to beat up the best fighter at the school right after you transferred? Have you even seen him fight yet?"

"Well no, but I think I can do it. I've taken mixed martial arts since elementary school, I'm the football mvp, this guy isn't even on any teams."

"Well if you're confident, then go for it."

"I knew you'd believe in me."

Dream went to school the next day dressed his most confident. He was not longer lurking in the background, he would be the main character. As he walked through the halls before class, he finally found Technoblade with his friends as usual.

"Hey Bacon!" He called out.

Techno turned towards him with a calculating look in his eye. Most would melt under his gaze, but not Dream. "What did you call me?"

Dream smirked. "I called you bacon, what of it?" Techno's gaze turned into a glare. "Listen, I want to have a 1v1 with you, how does next week sound."

"What makes you think I'll agree?"

Dream was afraid of that. "How about a bet? I'm thinking two hundred dollars, but we can go higher."

Techno looked at him for a while as the people around them started whispering. "Alright. Next Friday after school." He turned away to walk to class and chatter immediately erupted in the hallway. People turned their attention to Dream, who still stood there, grinning to himself. Some asked questions, some only stared at him in awe. Dream, however, was ecstatic.

The next week, he trained. He trained with other known fighters in the area, went triple on his work out, he did everything to prepare. Though rumor had it, Techno was training just as much. Dream expected that though, it was the whole reason he gave him a week's notice. Yes, it would make the fight harder, but he wanted to make sure that they were both prepared, he wasn't a scumbag.

Soon the day came. Dream went outside by the track as promised, Techno already there with his friends. Additionally, a huge crowd had gathered, unintentionally lining where they would fight. When Dream emerged from the crowd, Techno stared at him, a scowl growing on his face. But Dream wasn't phased. Techno took off his jacket and threw it at the blonde freshman by his side. "Wilbur, do you want to count us down?" He said.

One of his other friends nodded and stepped forward in between them. "3." The boy in the beanie started. "2." Both contestants tensed up into their starting positions. "1." The crowd held their breath as the two stared at each other. "Go!"

For a while they merely walked around each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. The crowd grew impatient when Dream suddenly leaped forward, and the fight began.

It was close, very close. Both were skilled at dodging the other, both could take hits that landed, all in all, the fight was long and bloody. But eventually the smoke cleared and Dream was face first on the the ground, his arm held behind his back while Techno straddled him.

Dream wasn't angry, he wasn't disappointed, he was in awe. Techno played smart, he always seemed to know where he was weakest, never let him get in a free hit, and used what he had effectively. Dream never had so much fun before. He watched the man on top of him through the corner of his eye, seeming to shine from the sun silhouetting him. He smiled as they sat there. What a fighter.

He barely noticed the crowd cheered, wanting to huddle around the winner. Dream saw Techno give his friends a look, and the crowd was quickly dissipated, leaving the two alone.

Techno flopped on the grass besides him. "I can't believe I won, one more hit and I would've been done for."

"I knew it, I should've just gone for it in the end. Well, you won, I'll get you your money on Monday."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun fighting, it was super close too. I don't even need the money, so you can keep it."

Dream's admiration only grew. For a while they sat there, laying on the ground, as they talked about the fight, the moves, the decisions, how they trained, etcetera. Techno had looked him up, and was apparently terrified because of all his competition wins. They had even trained with some of the same people.

On Monday they were attached at the hip, hanging out constantly and joking around. Dream was almost addicted to his new friend, he couldn't stop staring at him every chance he got, and it felt like there were stars in his eyes. Soon, Techno's friends would start giggling every time they were together, but Dream didn't care, all he cared about was Technoblade, the man, the myth, the legend