Predator (DWT x OC)

15

I wake up screaming.

Red hot flashes of searing pain fizzle through the lines in my arms, as I jolt upright, sweat beading on my forehead. The imprint of Fundy's face, distorted into sharp demon-like features remains fresh on my brain as I suck in air, trembling from head to toe. He haunts my sleep now, carving knives into my flesh, or locking thick iron doors tightly, sending me into a pit of dark despair.

I hear a door open, and quick footsteps pad down the hallway.

"What's happening?" I hear Dream panic, as he bursts through into my room, eyes half closed with drowsiness. I hug my arms around myself and try and stop shaking. 

"Nightmare." I mumble, looking up as he approaches me. He doesn't even say anything, sliding in underneath the grey woollen covers next to me. I nestle my head onto his chest, letting him secure his arm around my shoulders, and tighten the other one over my chest, encasing me in his grasp. 

"You want to talk about it?" He asks quietly, letting his hand brush rhythmically through my hair, smoothing it off my sweaty forehead. I shake my head, shifting even closer to him. 

I'm still shivering, and he tightens his grasp on me even more, letting his rough fingertips drift lazily over my face. He traces down my nose, follows the rising hills of my cheekbones, and over the bow of my lips. I close my eyes under his touch, letting his featherlight caresses lull me back to sleep. 

"He can't hurt you now Rosie. I'll never let him hurt you again." He whispers into my hair, lips pressing gently against my head. My body stops trembling, and the terror that gripped me has been chased away by the warmth of the safety I now feel, here with Dream. He whispers unintelligible comforts into my ear as I slowly slide into the peaceful world of empty sleep. 

When I wake up, we're both wrapped tightly around each other, legs tangled in a heap. I shift my head to look at Dream, who's propped up slightly, tracing patterns into the skin of my shoulder. His eyes drift down to notice me, serene face breaking into a lazy smile, as he leans in to kiss me softly on the forehead. 

I pull myself up, leaning into his side and resting my head on his shoulder. He loops his arm behind my back, tightening his hand around the side of my waist. I turn my head and seize his with both hands, lips on his temple and cheek. He twists around, placing his hand over my own, and join our lips together.

I melt into the kiss, letting him snake his fingers through my hair, other hand trailing up my side form my waist, coming to rest in the dip between my neck and my shoulder. He tightens his fingers into the skin, bringing me face in closer. My hands press against his firm chest, then slide up, my forearms resting on his shoulders, hands hanging over his back as he moulds me against him. 

I'm putty in his hands, letting him push and pull me, his thumb digging deliciously into the column of my throat. It slithers down my arm, pushing against the outline of my waist, then trailing down to the top of my thigh. 

Whoa, okay, let's calm down. 

I break off the kiss, but he makes no move to shift his hands, holding me close, millimetres from his face. I stare at those unwavering green eyes, savouring the way his firm hand cups my jaw, and the way he slides the rough pad of his thumb over my lips. 

"Morning princess." He breathes, smirking at my breathless state, frozen features with my eyes blow open wide. When I don't respond, he chuckles, swooping in to press one last kiss on the tip of my nose. "I missed this." 

"Me too." I whisper back, lying back down on his chest. We sit in silence for a while, enjoying the closeness that we've been missing for so long. The peaceful contentedness is shattered in mere minutes.

"Rosie! Rosie, George replanted my berries with carrots, even though you said it was fine for me too!" Sapnap shrieks in outrage, barreling into my room. He stops dead, and I know before his face even changes that hell is about to rain upon me. 

Why the fuck is it always Sapnap?

"Don't you dare." I hiss, eyes narrowing into slits as Sapnap's flash with mischievous evil. He face contorts into a gleeful grin, eyes flicking over me in Dream's arms. 

"What's going on here-" Sapnap starts to taunt.

"Sapnap! Turn around and go back to the garden." I snap, as Dream secures his arm even tighter over me. 

"Yes ma'am" Sapnap salutes, then flees the room laughing evilly. I collapse back down onto Dream's chest, as he shakes with laughter beneath me. 

"He's definitely going to tell George." He snickers, and I groan. 

"My life is a living hell." 

"You're so dramatic princess." He chuckles.

I glare at him "Oh so I didn't just get kidnapped for a second time, held hostage and tortured." 

He twitches slightly, but then smiles painfully at me. "Point taken." 

"I'm okay, Dream. I'm okay." I say softly, lifting my hand to cup his face and press my lips against his jaw. He doesn't respond, but his hand seizes mine, pulling me arm out in front of him. His free hand runs over the scars still tender on my forearm. 

"I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him." He chokes, still lightly running his hands over my arm. 

"It's not your fault." I murmur, gently pulling my limb from his grasp. I tug at the loose strands of his grey shirt, snuggling my head against his chest. 

"It's not your fault."

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A/N awwww they're back together...for now LMAO. Nah, cute filler chapter today, before we get into the nitty gritty. I know I said that we'd get into the aftermath this chapter but I actually intend for it to be quite a darker chapter so I put in a little break from the emotion (happy and sad). So uh... good luck to Rosie I guess.

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