#drunzbur

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"Sir, we found out who the mole is. It's polyamorous Dream."

"That rat fuck. I want him dead. I want his wife (George) dead. I want his wife (Sapnap) dead. I want his wife (Punz) dead. I want his wife (Techno) dead. I want his wife (Wilbur) dead. I want his wife (Quackity) dead. I want his wife (Sam) dead. I want his wife (Fundy) dead. I want his wife (Schlatt) dead. I want his wife (Phil) dead. I want his wife (Karl) dead. I want his wife (Callahan) dead. I want his wife (Foolish) dead. I want his wife (me) dead."

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[DSMP fic] Three things that never come back: Chapter 3, The spoken word (Dream and Wilbur)

/rp, about the dsmp characters and setting, etc

“Dream?” Wilbur breathes. He drops to his knees.

“Fuck,” Dream hisses hoarsely, at the same time. An axe materializes in his hand. Then, incrementally, it lowers.

“Wilbur?” Dream asks. The axe hangs at his side.

Wilbur’s eyes are wide. His heart is pounding.

“You – ” With precise, sharp movements, Dream crosses the distance between them. Wilbur lets him. Dream grabs his jaw. “Is anyone else here? Right now? Tell me.”

If Wilbur gasps when Dream touches him, well, that’s between them. His brain short-circuits while he tries to find the words. “I’m – Philza’s asleep, so long as you keep your voice down. Techno’s away. Haven’t seen him for days. It’s just me. And I, I mean. I didn’t see anything.”

Dream takes a second to process. Then he lets go, steps back, like he’s stunned. The feeling is mutual. “Okay. Okay.”

The cold wood is hard on Wilbur’s knees. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before,” Wilbur says. Dream is a religious man, he recalls – or at least, he was once.

There’s a pause.

“Well,” says Dream, keeping his voice quiet to match Wilbur’s, “I’m, I’m pretty sure you have.”

Link to the rest of the chapter on AO3. Take note this chapter gets VERY saucy.

The fic is done!

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[DSMP fic] Three things that never come back: Chapter 2, The lost opportunity (Punz and Dream)

(/rp, about the DSMP, etc) Dream and Punz are in their secret death island laboratory, after working into the evening. It’s a warm night and Punz is getting distracted from heading home by trading shitty jokes. 

“Okay, last one. This one is actually good, though.”

It isn’t. Punz is well aware of this. He tells it anyhow, yawning.

Dream cackles. "You're an idiot."

“Do you wanna kiss goodnight?” Punz asks.

“…What?”

Punz shrugs, laughing at Dream’s confusion. “Do you wanna kiss goodnight,” they reiterate.

Dream short-circuits. For some reason, the thing that his brain catches on is the grammar: did Punz mean that like “do you want a kiss goodnight”, one singular kiss, maybe on the cheek – or did they mean “do you want to kiss goodnight”, kiss as a verb, inviting him to participate in an action of undefined length. As though one is better than the other, as though either of those proposals isn’t insane.

[Link to full chapter on AO3]

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[DSMP fic] Three things that never come back: Chapter 1, The spent arrow (Wilbur and Punz)

Wilbur, Punz, and Dream, and their orbits around each other.

Punz was directly responsible for two out of three of Wilbur’s canon deaths. Wilbur is well aware that it’s not really the name on the death message that matters. There are larger forces at play, always have been. Taking a chat log as the full story would be like… trying to read someone’s life story from a list of all the foods they ate. You’d get something useful out of it, but you’d miss the real point.

But Punz was the one to kill Wilbur. Twice. First, in the final control room, with a sword. The second time, as he was being chased from L’Manberg, skewering his back with an arrow. It was a strong shot. Broke a rib. You don’t forget that. 

On one hand, Wilbur has about the same feelings he has about Punz as he does about the rest of Dream’s posse. A small army, strong and amoral but for their loyalty to their commander and the status quo. 

On the other hand, Punz was – a mercenary, was that right? His loyalty was bought, but Punz was selling, and Dream always bought. And Punz wasn’t one of the inseparable trio. He had his own spacious land, his mighty tower. He was a surprisingly good builder. Travelled to a lot of places. During a war, though, he’d always be there. Always on the other side.

AO3 link to the full chapter

/rp. Chapter 1 of a 3-part fic! This one is Wilbur and Punz.