[A/N - I'm so sorry about all the typos, my autocorrect is acting up, in a bad kind of way😩
Some of these roles and scenes are from another story! Credit to them, I really need to find the name of it though <3]
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Y/N Pov
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He got out of his cell, again?
"D-dream?"
"That's me!"
"What're you doing here!?"
I was mad. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't even be in the stupid palace, he's just a criminal!
"Had to come see you~"
Ugh. He was so sickening. I hated him, yet, I liked it when he was near.
"I'm kidding, god."
He laughed.
"You have my mask. You never gave it back!"
I do? How didn't I notice!
"Oh, I completely forgot."
I grabbed it from the draw in my wardrobe.
I handed it to him.
"You have a lot of clothes.."
I laughed.
"Personal designer, and good friend of mine."
"Oh, cool."
I nodded. "How do you keep getting out of your cell?"
"Sapnap distracts the guards."
"Oh my- I really need better guards."
"Hey, the moon looks really nice tonight!"
"Where is this going?"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"You know, I'm a pretty good dancer."
"So?..." what sick romantic gesture was he trying to pull now?!
"Just take my hand."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. It couldn't be that bad? Plus, I needed a break from chaos. I took his hand, and he held onto me. He went out the broken window, and climbed down the side of the palace. "When did you learn to do that.?"
He chuckled. "Like I said, I was hear to inspect the palace." "You realise, king George could've asked to stay? We have a visitor wing for a reason." "Oh." I guess they never knew.
We were.. in the family garden? He let me down, and took my hand. "Here, let me show you how to dance!" I rolled my eyes. "I'm a princess, dance lessons were essential." There was no music but... we danced anyways. The moonlight shining down at the two of us. He knew the royal dances perfectly. Where was he from?
His eyes were pretty in the moonlight, they looked a syrupy-type colour. We finished the dance, and he pulled me into a hug. He was much taller than me. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. We were in the centre of the moon. It was romantic, but, I didn't want to fall in love with a criminal, I couldn't fall in love with a criminal. I would be the joke of the kingdom, and would have to sleep with hundreds of guards, knifes and potions- it was a.. rush through my head. I didn't know what to feel.
{TW- panic attack, sort of, might've gotten it wrong. Lmao I'm stereotypical}
We stared at eachother.
Tension constantly rising.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
No, Nono, nonono!
Shit.
"I- uh-"
This is Wilbur's comfort spot, where he'd play his guitar to help with his anxiety...
Dream put his mask on, and his hood up.
"HE DRUGGED YOU, DIDN'T HE!"
"Wilbur- no-"
I could feel panic spread through my body.
Wilbur continued to scream.
"He- I- attack-"
It was almost scary when Wilbur shouted.
Wilbur grabbed me off of Dream.
"Don't touch my sister, EVER!"
I could feel my eyes fill with tears. I wasn't going to let myself cry, I'd really fall into the dainty princess stereotype then.
"Wilbur it's- ok-"
I could feel my body shake, it was unpleasant.
"Y/N, it's not ok! He couldn't hurt you!"
Dream had kept quiet the entire time.
"No wilbur he-"
Wilbur noticed my state of panic and stopped shouting. "I'm sorry." He said, calmly.
"I was scared he'd hurt you, I don't want you to almost die ag-" he stopped. "I didn't want you to die" I nodded. "I'll have the guards sort out the prisoner. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you."
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dream pov
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I watched as Wilbur took her back inside, guards rushing to me, putting me back in chain cuffs. I literally saved her life, I would've been ok, but she couldn't seem to blurt it out. She panicked, she broke down, in my arms. I think... I did that to her? The guilt is overwhelming. Well, there she goes, and there I go, back to the lousy cell. Atleast my sappy daddy would be there... that's not much better. He just.. teases me!? About king George and the Princess. He's lucky I never mention his fiancé, Karl. If I did, one of us would end up dead, and it wouldn't be me. Sapnap couldn't beat me in a fight, he'd be the one to start it though. It was almost funny.
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Wilbur pov
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I gave her a panic attack, it wasn't a large one, but a panic attack is still a panic attack. I shouldn't have shouted at her, it wasn't her fault, though, it did look like she enjoyed it. I think.. they were dancing? Her form was great, nearly perfect. The dance lessons paid off. His form, however, perfect. I don't know how, he's clearly not royalty.
"What happened here!? Why is there blood on the sheets?! Why is there blood on the floor and door?! What happened!?"
y/n bad calmed down now, she was no longer in tears.
"I tried to explain - I had his mask so he was in here looking for it, then when I came out of the bathroom, he grabbed onto me and killed two people who where invisible!"
He- did that? He saved my sister!? My baby sister was saved by a criminal?! Usually they want to.. I don't know, kill her!
"You knew he was here?"
"no."
"He saved your life?"
"Yes."
Interesting. "You can stay in my room tonight, nobody will know you're there."
"But, what about you?" She was always so caring for the people she, well, cared about.
"I wasn't planning on sleeping. I have work to catch up on."
"It's my work.. isn't it?"
I nodded.
"I can do it, I'm not hurt or anything!"
"But your job includes visiting the prisoners."
"Well, you know they aren't dangerous?"
I sighed. She was right.
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[A/N - edited, now only one chapter. i'm going through and editing this lmao
