Falling in love with the blood god is like falling into a bed of roses. Falling, falling, and falling with not a single thought nor doubt. It is as though the strings of fate had been woven into a tapestry depicting the exact moment he gave his heart to his god, the exact moment the fervor of his faith had turned into something more akin to fondness. And yet as sweet as roses are, as velvety their petals may feel, as intoxicating their aroma may be, they still have thousands of thorns; they still have but a million ways to hurt him. And yet he lets himself fall and be pricked beautifully, he lets himself bleed on the manifestation of his love; after all, it is only right for that to be a priest's offering to the blood god. Or: Dream is a priest and Technoblade is the god he worships.

Hufflepuff Technoblade is just the biggest simp for Slytherin Dream. They both happen to be friends with a group of matchmakers. This can only end well. I was in dire need for some indulgent fluff, so here we are.

Dreamnoblade but they're in Minecraft Story Mode Whoever is in charge of this plot, please spare me. I'm begging you. - Technoblade

❝ Dream stood in front of the houses with wide eyes, his brother staring as well. It seems they had both forgotten this place, their parents having made this part of California a place they wanted to forget. But with wanting to forget what was bad, he supposes all the good departed went with it. Dream suddenly realized why Techno had seemed so familiar even though he was completely different now. The voice of a once lively child filled with emotion now fallen monotone to the ears. Standing there on a sandy sidewalk, the male in lime green watched as Techno disappeared into the oh so familiar house from when they were kids. Now only one questioned remained for Dream: Did Techno remember him as well? ❞ ----------- A friendship long forgotten once they were torn apart A friendship turned sour once they were reunited Can the two rivals sort things out now that they're together again or will things only turn for the worse as memories return? 【Language Warning + Smut Warning】 ----------- Pork Soda is a Dreamnoblade Fanfiction based on the song "Pork Soda" by Glass Animals while also taking from our own story plot We kindly ask that this is not shared with any of those who are mentioned in this story and the name and link of this story is shared thoughtfully with those who you know would respectfully follow our wants. This is a FANFICTION. A story created by fans of this ship for other FANS. Please be aware that the characters in this story NO WAY represent the creators IRL, only their personas put to show through their roleplays and our own spins on the characters. We respect each creator mentioned greatly and we do not ship them IRL. We here at @Dreamnoblade_Empire want a healthy follower base with those who enjoy our stories and only wish you respect our wishes in return for reading. Thank you all and we hope you enjoy "【Pork Soda】- A Dreamnoblade Story "

-Maldita sea ¿Porque siempre estas aquí? -¿Porque? Pues porque adoro joderte, es lo que me hace sonreír por las mañanas. Tras una larga calada el humo fue expulsado, aquella humadera que detestaba con cada centímetro de su alma herida , aquella esencia que le envolvía, atrapaba, asfixiaba y ataba a este mundo terrenal noche tras noche. Era las cadenas invisibles que se envolvían a sus extremidades y le arrastraban de regreso, que le obligaban a sumar otro día a su existencia y que sin falta volverían a atarle al finalizar la jornada siguiente. No podía escapar del hospital, no podía liberarse de el humo y por sobre todo, no era capaz de huir de su sonrisa burlesca. No había forma de deshacerse de el chico que fumaba en la azotea. #1 en Dreamnoblade 30/03/2022 #1 en Clay 20/04/2022

🥀Para nadie era secreto que Technoblade y Dream eran rivales a muerte, desde que habían entrado a preparatoria, habían tenido la mirada puesta sobre el otro de una forma no del todo amistosa, toda la escuela, incluído profesores y el director estaban enterados de la fuerte rivalidad de esos dos, normalmente no se les prestaba atención a menos que estuvieran juntos, que no siempre era para motivos buenos, pero hay gente que dice que, te terminas volviendo amigo de tu enemigo... o tal vez, algo más 🥀 🐧.- lo bueno empieza luego del capítulo 34 🐧.- sobra decir que es una trama cliché 🐧.- las ilustraciones que se vean son de mi propiedad 🐧.- El contenido es de adultos, pero se que la mayoría son menores de edad que leerán esto, asique, léelo bajo tu propio riesgo 🐧.- Solo es ficción, en ningún momento intento emparejar a las personas reales 🐧.- cualquier comentario de agresión, odio, a los espectadores, al ship, al fic o a mi mismo, va bloqueado o se deja en el olvido 🐧.- si no te gusta, no leas 🐧.- Technoblade Never dies 🐧.- de ninguna manera busco burlarme o irrespetar la memoria de Technoblade. 🐧.- no se permiten traducciones ni adaptaciones sin mi permiso, mucho menos el re-subir el fic. ... 23/02/25 #1 dreamnoblade 27/10/24 #1 Technoblade 23/01/25 🌟1K

I will never forget when this was 1st place in salmon, biggest achievement i've ever made. This is a vampire au, the cliche vampire Techno and human Dream(or sometimes something else idk?) Now the context for the story, Dream, who is a former assassin finds himself living an usual life, this being the aftermath after retreating since the "incident" that scarred him so badly. Dre doesn't give much care for his body and has always done reckless things and he took massive risks which led him to paint his body in scars and always find himself on a hospital bed. He has always hated hospitals, he didn't even wanna be there and he'd get scolded because he leaves without being allowed to. Sally, a doctor his age which seems to be on the research for some sort of medicine finds interest in his magic recoveries and requests for a sample of his blood to search what could there be in it that would be useful. While that happens, Dream meets the well-known war criminal, Technoblade who happened to stumble in the hospital room, Sally just leaves the occupation of watching over Dream on Techno's hands since she needed to leave for the moment, and the both end up getting along. But the more they get closer, the harder it is to hide secrets, and the more overwhelming the unsaid words keep being chanted in their minds since they simply can't bring themselves to speak. The circumstances make their affection lessen, but once they got a taste, they'll never let go. I'd say this could very much be considered drama because the ship in this story really just confronts everyday problems and family arguments other than a greater problem like dealing with the end of the world or something.

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