ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ
(dreamwastakenxoc)
in which a traitor betrays for the second time, but this time in the name of love
discontinued but still has a summarized ending
ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ :3
WHAT THE HELL IS MY UPDATE SCHEDULE IMPORTANT QUESTION IN END A/N ALSO COBRA KAI S3 ANYONE
ALSO THE SONG ABOVE, VERY ACCURATE TO THE STORY. LISTEN WHENEVER YOU WANT. THE SONG IS ABOUT FINDING PEACE IN WAR, AND ENDING A WAR TO FIND PEACE.
UHM, VOTES ARE NICE 🥺
TW: THE CAW CAW BITCHES (AKA CROWS)
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the next day the preparations for war began. the mood in l'manburg changed, becoming more serious. there was still the occasional joke thrown around though.
the chemistry between thorn and dream had changed too. instead of the tense bodies and dirty looks there was laughing and chatting. instead of fighting with words and anger, they fought with swords and smiles.
they 1v1 often, because of how evenly they are matched. the first time they duelled was etched into thorns brain.
*start of flashback*
"oh come on, please" dream begged.
he had been wanting to 1v1 for a few days now. he was following thorn around as she walked past the shooting range, waving at sam as she passed.
"not right now dream, we need to focus" she said distractedly
"pleaseeee" dream said, clasping his hands together. "pleasepleasepleasepleaseple-"
"fine dickhead"
"YES" he yelled pumping his fist, and ran over to a duel mat like a little kid.
he started stretching, waiting for thorn the amble over. many of the other l'manburgians had either heard dream, or saw them preparing, and wandered over to watch.
thorn unsheathed her sword and smiled under her mask. the crowd was betting on who would win. it was pretty split, with even tubbo betting a lot of money that there would be a draw.
"hey wil, come count us down" thorn called to wilbur, who was watching.
"alright here we go" he said, stepping up.
"3"
"2"
"1"
"go!"
thorn and dream didn't lunge at each other immediately, instead they circled each other.
there was no talking, no fake movements, not teasing. there was no crowd, no bets and no noise. it was just the swords and each other.
thorn made the first move, twirling and slashing at dream. he parried and countered with an attack of his own.
the pattern continued for almost 30 minutes, parry slash, parry jab, parry swipe. they were starting to breath heavily.
