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[ THESE R 4. THE SAME FIC... THAT I NEED TO KEEP WORKING ON ACTUALLY OOPS. ]
And then Dream sits himself down in Swap’s lap, leaning over to undo the other's bandanna. “I’m going to dress you up as me, first of all, but you'll also be wearing this beneath my capelet.” The fabric falls away, and then there's a click as a warm metal band locks around Swap’s throat. He swallows, heavy, suddenly reminded of a conversation he had once with Fell about collars. He knows it's not the same, but his soul flutters painfully anyway. Dream only hesitates for a moment before continuing. “It's imbued with my intent, which will hide your emotions and exude my aura. He won't be able to tell the difference!” Mortifyingly, he can feel tears start to prick at his sockets, and Nightmare coos, gently wiping them away with one of his thumbs. It's a surprisingly soothing motion, one that would've lulled Swap into a false sense of security if Nightmare’s other hand hadn't snapped out to grab one of his wrists in a death grip , the bones creaking. “Oh, I know, I know, but you're just so cute like this that I can't resist. You know I love it when you cry.” The hand on Swap’s face drops, sliding down his front in a feather light touch. He desperately tries to twist away, overwhelmed by fear, but the tendrils of corruption have snared him while he was distracted. His first thought is that Nightmare is going to gut him and maybe break some bones while he's at it, but instead he digs his claws into the fabric of the bodysuit beneath his stomach and peels it open.
February 25, 2025 at 6:35 AM
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[ WIP OFC BUT. TEE HEE. ACTUALLY WRITING SOMETHING I PLAN ON POSTING EVENTUALLY. ]
“How many times will I have to tell you to call me brother when we're alone, Dream?” His voice has a strange tone, low and soft with an edge of something Swap couldn't put a name to if he tried. “Brother, then. But still, what are you doing?” Swap's own voice is softer than he means it to be, with a frightened little warble. He has a split second to pray that Nightmare hasn't noticed before the man himself grins wickedly, leaning in closer yet again, mere inches apart. “Why, I’m simply showing my sweet baby brother some affection. Is that such a crime? After all, I do adore you so…” And then he's even closer, solidly pressing against Swap in a skeleton kiss.
January 21, 2025 at 4:07 PM