AU, where Niki and Puffy are together (which is technically canon on the SMP), Niki has a biological son, Dream. Dream loves both of his moms the same, despite knowing he's not related to Puffy. There will be angst in this but towards the end.
"Puffy!" My dear little duckling called my name, grabbing my attention.
"Yes, my sweet?" Bending down on my knees to get on Dream's level.
"I'm hungry," He whined, pouting his lip. I chuckled softly.
"I'm sure Niki would love to give you a cookie," I answered. My heart melted as his eyes lit up at my words. "Come on, my duckling," I called, holding my hoof out towards the boy. He grabbed it eagerly, face gleaming with happiness.
We walked beside the wooden path I avoided due to how it discomforted my lamb-like feet. The whole way there, he talked about how he would grow up to protect the server, mostly to protect me, and about how he wanted to be the best person possible. I felt so lucky to have him as my little duckling.
I pushed open the shop door, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh baked goods. It was homey and inviting, so peaceful and quiet. A beautiful woman with blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes (much like Dream's) rushed up to me. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, chuckling softly at Dream's noise of disgust at the gesture.
"Thank you for watching him today, babe. I got those extra orders in," Niki thanked, patting Dream on the head slightly.
"You know I love watching him. He's such a dear," I responded cheerfully. Niki smiled and pulled the two of us into a hug.
That was my family, my sweet girlfriend who could do no wrong, and my little duckling who was brave as any soldier.
Yet here I stare in the face of my duckling in alarm, locked up in a dark containment. Scars cover Dream's once-perfect face. His glowing emerald eyes are now dead and show no emotion. His hair was messy, and chunks of it were missing, probably from him ripping it out. His clothes are ragged and old, and I could see the outline of each of his ribs. He mumbled to himself like a madman, knees to his chest. His voice sounds worn out from what I'm assuming to be from yelling. I can hardly hold back my tears.
"My little duckling, what has become of you?"
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DreamSMP oneshots
FanfictionJust your basic oneshots, mostly angst. You can make requests but I might now do them depending on what they are. I'm MIGHT do smut but probably not.
