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dorksidefikerTitle: Dreamtime
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/26. Dream
Character/Pairing: Surdani, Dramari, Franklin Richards
Rating: PG
Word Count: 272
Summary: Dramari's been having strange dreams, and neither Franklin nor his sister are being very helpful.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another That Damn Mpreg tale.
“Someone has been showing up in my dreams,” Dramari informed Surdani one morning. “Someone I have not seen before,” he added. “He tells me strange things.”
Surdani gave her twin a sleepy look and reached for the coffee.
“This is important, sister.”
She yawned and nodded, gesturing for Dramari to continue.
“He told me that I was to be a shaman to our people. What,” he asked, “is a shaman?” He swiveled in his chair as Franklin stumbled in. “Ah, someone who might answer me! Franklin, what is a shaman and why has a disturbingly shirtless man been talking to me in my sleep?”
Franklin scratched at two days worth of beard growth (which wasn't that impressive, considering how pale and fine his hair was), yawned, and said, “Is there any coffee left?”
“This could be important,” Dramari said insistently. “These are very strange dreams.”
“You and a naked guy?” Franklin asked. “Seems pretty obvious to me.”
“It was not that kind of dream!” Dramari protested. “Not that there is anything wrong with that,” he added. “I am, after all, as fond of Surdani's friend as anyone.”
“But he was naked?”
“Shirtless. I am fairly certain there were pants. But that is not the point!”
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dorksidefikerFandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/26. Dream
Character/Pairing: Surdani, Dramari, Franklin Richards
Rating: PG
Word Count: 272
Summary: Dramari's been having strange dreams, and neither Franklin nor his sister are being very helpful.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another That Damn Mpreg tale.
“Someone has been showing up in my dreams,” Dramari informed Surdani one morning. “Someone I have not seen before,” he added. “He tells me strange things.”
Surdani gave her twin a sleepy look and reached for the coffee.
“This is important, sister.”
She yawned and nodded, gesturing for Dramari to continue.
“He told me that I was to be a shaman to our people. What,” he asked, “is a shaman?” He swiveled in his chair as Franklin stumbled in. “Ah, someone who might answer me! Franklin, what is a shaman and why has a disturbingly shirtless man been talking to me in my sleep?”
Franklin scratched at two days worth of beard growth (which wasn't that impressive, considering how pale and fine his hair was), yawned, and said, “Is there any coffee left?”
“This could be important,” Dramari said insistently. “These are very strange dreams.”
“You and a naked guy?” Franklin asked. “Seems pretty obvious to me.”
“It was not that kind of dream!” Dramari protested. “Not that there is anything wrong with that,” he added. “I am, after all, as fond of Surdani's friend as anyone.”
“But he was naked?”
“Shirtless. I am fairly certain there were pants. But that is not the point!”