Hey! It’s @faemytho ’s birthday today! And I have a gift for them! Here is some Geno/Dream/Nightmare poly, just for their special day!
Sorry to everyone for the long absence. Things hit the coasters; first I hurt my back, and then I was bedridden with the flu. All of that made work and my boss less than impressed with me, and my free days have been absolutely packed with daily life stuff. But my hours at work are changing soon, within the next week or so, and I’m hoping the change will mean I can get a bunch more free time to myself so that I can write.
Anyways, this is my first time writing Geno, and this is the first fic I’ve posted in a while. Hope everyone enjoys; especially our birthday fae-folk!
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Geno couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his face as he watched his two datemates argue with each other over whether the curry should be spicier or sweeter. Dream and Nightmare were such opposites; of course in the obvious ways, considering their past and origins, but in many smaller ways as well. Food, clothing styles, colours; heck, even just how many pillows there should be on the couch. There were so many little things that always ended with Dream on one side and Nightmare on the other.
Geno was constantly being asked if it was hard, dating two people who were so different. People always assumed that he had to pick one or the other when it came to disagreements; they just couldn’t see a way that two such extreme opposites could meet in the middle. Geno always took great pleasure in telling them otherwise. They each added so much to his life, he couldn’t imagine not having both of them by his side.
Nightmare was the first to come to his broken little world, drawn in by the negative emotions from Geno. The king of all things negative had proved surprisingly sweet, possibly out of confusion and curiosity to begin with, and Geno had found himself enjoying talking to someone who wasn’t trapped in the save-screen. Nightmare had brought company and stories of the outside world that Geno had long wished for.
Dream arrived later, drawn in by Nightmare’s presence and more than a little curious about the other’s repeat visits. Dream had brought a spark of light and sunshine that Geno hadn’t realised he missed. A small shining ray of hope and endless optimism; never naivety, but always hopeful that things might be better. There was a sweetness in the darkness, and a fire in the light, and Geno had embraced both with open arms.
Everything followed in a similar way, on and on. Nightmare brought Geno a house, so that he could have somewhere proper to stay, while Dream worked to set up a garden around it. While he and Dream used pots and tiny fences to create beds of flowers, he and Nightmare worked together to decorate the rooms. Nightmare brought him star maps and crafted the night sky on his bedroom ceiling, and Dream painted his walls to look like the most beautiful sunset. Dream had been the one to kiss him first, while the first ‘I love you’ had been spoken by Nightmare. Each brought something different, yet they fit together in a perfect way.
Geno shook his head fondly as the bickering continued, each with their respective chilli or sugar shaker in hand. He supposed it wasn’t unreasonable that others thought Dream and Nightmare hated each other; to any outside observer, their constant fights and arguments would say that they couldn’t stand each other. But there were benefits to being as close to them as Geno was. Geno was able to see all the little moments between them that others didn’t.
Nightmare bringing home new pots and flower seeds for Dream just because he saw them and thought the other would like them; Dream approaching Geno for help turning a room into a proper library as a surprise for Nightmare; them working together without a single fight in order to care for Geno, whose injury had been causing him even more issue than usual; both of them patching each other up after a big fight between the two sides, making quips at each other about how the other needs to learn how to dodge better. These were the moments that others didn’t see; these were the moments that Geno fall in love with them both.
“Geno!” The sound of two voices calling his name snapped him out of his thoughts. His two datemates stood in front of the pot, bodies still pointed at each other even as their heads faced him. “Who do you think is right?” Geno gave a little huff of a laugh and wandered over, sticking in a spoon and tasting the curry. He thought for a moment, and then looked at the other two.
“I think it needs a little bit of both; it’s a bit bland right now, don’t you think?” He picked up another spoon and dipped them both back in the pot, holding each spoon out for a datemate to taste. As they leaned in and took what he offered, he could see them each, somewhat unwillingly, coming to the same conclusion. “How about I take over this?” He offered, giving them both a smile. “I’ll make sure it’s something you both like, okay?”
“Sure, Geno.” Nightmare nodded with a smile.
“Thanks, Dove.” Dream added, making Geno flush a bit at the use of their nickname for him. He saw Dream give Nightmare a mischievous look over Geno’s shoulder and, before he knew it, there were kisses planted on each cheek. Then, before Geno had any time to react, they took off quickly for the safety of the living room. Geno grumbled a bit as he rubbed his cheeks, but nothing to stop the smile spreading across his face.
They’re happily swing-dancing the night away!!
I made two versions: one with shadows and one flat color!
Thank you again for the drawing yesterday, and I had another bad day, so I decided to return the favor by drawing you something!!
I hope you like it!!
Oh and this mini-fic that goes with it:
Willow laughs as she is dragged by the queen, “Poppy, poppy, I’m too old for this!”
“You’re only like ten years older than me.” Poppy rolls her eyes, “You’re never too old to go to a swing-party!”
“I don’t think you know what that means, do you?” Willow laughs again, as Poppy beams back.
“Swing dancing of course!”
“Ah, of course.” The slightly sarcastic reply pushes past her lips, as something dawns on her. “Wait, poppy I don’t have a partner!”
“Don’t worry, I have one for you!”
“I’m not dancing with Branch again,” Willow sighs, blowing a strand of her hair from her face. “He’s far too pushy of a dancer-”
“Nonono,” Poppy laughs, “Don’t worry, Branch is gonna dance with me today!” She grins, a tinge of magenta rising to her cheeks. Ahh, that made sense.
“So, who am I dancing with? Please say it’s not a teenager either.”
“Uh-Can’t promise? Age is kinda weird in this situation.”
“What situation-”
“Archer!” Poppy nearly yanks Willow’s arm out of socket as her feet pick up speed, wait-Archer? Oh nonononononono-
“Poppy,” Archer smiles, Willow feels her cheeks darken as heat rises to them. Yeah, okay, she found him a little attractive--he did save their village after all! (and almost ruined it too? But ignoring that part).
“I found you someone to dance with!” She beams, gesturing from Archer to willow. “This is Willow Everglade, she loves swing dancing.”
“Hi.” Willow smiles, her hair falling back in place over her left eye, and he beams at her. Archer holds out his hand, offering her a handshake.
“Archer, It’s nice to meet you.” He says as she takes his hand. Willow notices poppy slowly backing away to go meet up with Branch.
“Pleasure’s all mine, but I must warn you,” Willow snickers, “I’m a pretty good swing dancer, but don’t expect me to be able to go non-stop like poppy. I’m quite a bit older than her after all.”
“How much older?” He raises an eyebrow. “Cause I honestly thought you were younger than her.” A hand hits his shoulder.
“Don’t lie about things like that,” Willow laughs, and he laughs too,
“I’m not lying!” Archer grins, “I’m being serious!”
“I’m 32,” She answers him with a slight smirk, and his face lights up with a dark blush.
“Really?” He mutters, “You’re like 10 years older than me.”
“Ugh, don’t say that now I feel really old.”
“What?! No!” Archer says a bit too fast, clearing his throat suddenly he glances away. “I mean, you’re not that old at all. You’re actually quite beautiful.”
“Charmer.” Willow laughs, noticing the music starts, she looks at him. Willow had no issue taking the initiative, but as she turns she notices he’s already holding out his hand.
“May I have this dance?” Archer asks, smiling at her, and she smirks a bit.
“Depends, think you can keep up?”
“I’ve never really danced like this before, so, no?” He nervously chuckles, and she places her hand in his.
“Suppose I ought to show you how then.” Willow smiles, and he finds himself being pulled onto the dance floor, with a large grin spreading across his lips.
and now to wish @nuka-peach a happy birthday with an old picture of our faves visiting hell. i dont have a cake and candles to offer her, so i guess she will have to make a wish on ragnaros...close enough to candle, right?
