can we get dream (prison arrrrc), phil, techno and ghostbur with a s/o whos very kind and considerate to pretty much everyone and comes across as a sort of parental/motherly figure to a lot of people? thank you <3
Sure! it's a tad bit angsty though, hopefully you don't mind too much
C!Dream, C!Ghostbur, C!Philza, and C!Technoblade With A Caring S/O
At first he really took it for granted, your kindness and acceptance, the way you care and your tendency to stay beside him no matter the circumstance
Now that he’s locked in an obsidian cage, buried behind lava, he recognizes that
You, at the very least, visit him once a week, but it’s typically three or four times
Sam has gotten quite suspicious of you visiting him so often, labeling you a ‘high risk visitor’ but that still didn’t stop you, you weren’t trying to break Dream out, you were just doing your best at reminding him of who he was before all of this war stuff and that at least one person still loved him
He’d honestly hadn’t realized how touch starved he was really was for positive contact, so when you do something as simple as brush your hand on his arm, he gets goosebumps and melts into the fleeting sensation
Writes you things when you’re away since it’s really one of the only things he can do for you (gets quite frustrated when you can’t take them with you)
On a side note, he’s aware of what people say about you and how they think of you, the sympathizer of the villain, he hates the way your name is dragged through the mud because of him
If we're being honest here, he thrives off of it all
The way you ask about his day and let him ramble on about his activities and the books he’s collected (him memory journal included)
The way you hold onto his tall, cold frame, pulling him close to your, by comparison, warm body
And most of all, he loves the way you pretend like he’s never been Wilbur, letting him disconnect himself from the man who blew up L’manburg, along with a positive piece of so many people
It’s all very cathartic, he barely needs any blue whenever you're around!
Truthfully, he hates being away from you because you’re so sweet, so he comes of as insanely clingy (or, I mean, is insanely clingy)
Has kind of moved into your house on accident, but you're probably chill about that, yeah?
Generally, though, he finds it endearing that you care about everyone
He also knows that if he ever needs somebody to watch or take care of friend for him, you're always one of the safer bets
Mainly because he’s just glad that there’s someone else who’s an adult adult, mature enough to look after other people and make sure they’re safe
He finds it exhausting to do it all by himself, so he’s incredibly thankful that you’re able to help
This old man here can actually quite reckless sometimes too, though, but mainly when it comes to flying
Sometimes he’ll race through treacherous ravines, dodging skeletons’ arrows, nearly skimming the surface of the bubbling magma, embers jumping up and touching his clothes and skin
Other times he’ll soar through the great, open winter air around the area where he lives, catching snowflakes on his dark grey wings, sometimes getting too caught up in the freezing winds and flying into an unexpected tree branch or cliff peak that was concealed by dense clouds (probably has broken a few ribs like that tbh)
It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does, he’ll walk in sheepishly, and through labored breathing, explain what happened
Appreciates when you take care of him and will absolutely make it up to you
Your want to care and protect nearly everyone you know is so foreign to him
The way you’re insistent on bandaging him up regardless of the injury, whether it be a small scrape from hitting his hip on a desk corner or a giant gash from an axe is a level of caring that he’s never even given to himself, so someone giving that to him is such a new concept
He has mixed feelings about it all, honestly
On one hand, it’s wonderful to feel cared for
The way you hold his shaking, blood covered hands during an adrenaline drop after a particularly intense fight is one of the most gentle, warm things he’s ever experienced
On the other hand, though, it stresses him out
The voices swirling in his head nearly always bark demands and it seems like he’ll never be able to stop them unless he sheds blood, which means you’re far too good for him
Sometimes, though when the voices die down and all he can hear is your soft breathing and the wind pounding the shutters against the house, he allows himself to be loved and cared for
He feels normal during these times so he, quietly, cherishes them
