Join us from July 26 – August 1 to celebrate Dream + Nightmare!
Feel free to skip days, shuffle the order, or post late—we’ll reblog on the corresponding day! All sorts of fanwork is welcomed: art, fic, edits, cosplay, playlists, anything you'd like! (´︶`)
Please create new content specifically for this event. Let’s make something new together!
This event centers around Dream and Nightmare. Additional characters are welcome as long as Dreammare remains the focal point.
AUs, crossovers, genderbends, human versions, and wild interpretations are encouraged. Don’t be afraid to get creative!
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“No, Night. Please -” Dream begs. His voice is hoarse from screaming. His skull pounds with agony as he arches off the cold marble floor. Molten gold wings grotesquely sprout from his upper spine. It is the near final part of his transformation and Night holds the last piece in their trembling hands.
The last sacred apple gleams crimson against Night’s pale bones. The cultist who raised them made the twins pick the final harvest from the Tree of Feelings before it was cut down just yesterday. There would be no more apples after this.
This had always been their destiny. The twin guardians must eat the apples and ascend to godhood on their 20th birthday. But to eat those sacred fruits was to be transformed. The cultists had raved in ecstatic bliss of how the intensity of the pain would distill and amplify the very essence of the twins’ beings. The years of worship would finally pay off as the twins became more powerful than mortal comprehension.
But Dream could not stand to see his twin soul suffer. Night was perfect as they were. Dream loved every part of them, from their standoffish facade to the underlying tenderness which they hid from everyone but him. Dream knew that they longed to escape the cult and live a quiet life, surrounded by books and the few things they held dear. The change would destroy any chance of that life.
So Dream took action. He stole the apples. He barricaded himself and Night in the cold ceremony chamber.
Night had cried as Dream explained his plan. They had tried to change his mind, but when Dream was determined he always got what he wanted. At least this way one of them could be free.
They sat side-by-side on the stone cold floor. Night held the basket of apples on their lap. Dream rested his skull on Night’s shoulder like they had a thousand times before.
And then he ate.
The first apple was sweet and tart on his tongue and so was the one after that. The third caused his jaw to tense as it puckered. Each was more bitter than the next. Magic coursed through his body, shaping him into something new.
He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t give up. The pain swept him up to a crest so high that there was no way down. Delirium overtook Dream. He couldn’t move, but pleaded for more.
So Night moved the basket aside and rested Dream’s skull on their lap, guiding the apples to Dream’s gaping mouth. They sobbed as Dream’s bones cracked and lengthened, magic leaking from his writhing body and surrounding them in a pool of golden lifesblood. The wings emerged last.
“No,” Dream begs again, staring up at his twin’s devastatingly sweet smile. One of Night’s hands caresses his fevered cheek bone. He is too exhausted to reach for the final apple that Night clutches protectively to their chest.
“I won’t let you go alone. I can’t do it. I’m sorry, Dream.” Night kisses Dream’s forehead.
“Please don’t!” Dream cries.
Night brings that last red apple to their pristine ivory teeth and bites down. Juice runs down their jaw. Their soft lavender eyelights glimmer as the color of their magic shifts, their own transformation now unstoppable.
“You would’ve been free.” Dream chokes out.
“There is no mortal life worth living where we are not together.” Night reassures him. “Nothing can separate us now.”
Dream shakes with anguish and joy as Night devours the entire apple, core and all. He laughs high and broken. His secret wish was fulfilled - that they would be doomed to eternity together. Night holds him and kisses Dream’s apple bitter mouth.
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@dreammareweek thank you for reviving this event 💜
