It's You || Dream x Reader [1]

Husbands and Wives

A/N This is really short but the second and third book of this trilogy will be much longer (25+ chapters longer) and far more interesting, this is really just to set the scene and the storyline <3

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"Prime, we aren't traditional are we?"

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The princess of the Antarctic Empire. Only daughter to Emperor Philza and Empress Kristin. Middle child with two older brothers, Technoblade and Wilbur, and two younger brothers, Tommy and Tubbo.

When you were eighteen, you were given a personal guard. A man named Dream, the son of a pirate. You weren't a huge fan of him at first. Believed he was too stern and wasn't fun, but that quickly changed upon him getting more comfortable. You soon found out that he was fun, sweet, and that you could be yourself around him. You also fell in love with him, but could never tell him that, knowing full well you could get in trouble.

"Princess, it's time to wake up." You heard a soft voice whisper to you and you huffed, burying your face in your pillow, sinking deeper into the comfort of your bed. Hearing Dream snort in amusement, you pulled the blankets tighter around your body, almost burritoifying yourself. "We have a lot to do today."

Not really, you were just wanting to see Karl and his husbands, maybe Niki and her wives. But you did that every day, today you didn't feel like getting up, didn't feel like moving from your warm bed—a stark contrast from the snowy outside. So, you shook your head in defiance, refusing to get up. You could feel his eyes piercing through his porcelain mask and into your skin, it made you squirm uncomfortably, face scrunching. Dream always had the ability to do that, to make you uncomfortable and restless—not in a bad way exactly, you knew he would never do it on purpose.

"Do we have to?" You finally question, moving onto your side rather than your stomach to face Dream. "I'd love to sleep all day." You bury your face back in your pillow, earning a pat on the head and a chuckle from Dream, to which you groaned, finally opening your eyes to see the man. As always, he was dressed head to toe in clothing that covered every bit of skin except for his fingers that only showed the knuckles to fingertips. A poorly painted smile on the porcelain mask that covered his face, and a black mask underneath that made sure his face was entirely covered.

Dream cocked his head, looking down at you with arms crossed. "Do you need me to help you get dressed? Or would you like me to get Alyssa or Sylvia?" You thought for a moment, weighing your options. Sure Dream had helped you get dressed on multiple occasions, but for some reason, right now you felt more comfortable with Alyssa or Sylvia doing it.

"I think– I think I'd like Sylvia, please," you respond, and Dream nods, patting your head before leaving your room. You sigh, nose crinkling. You hated when he'd pat your head, it made you feel like he was treating you like a child. And yeah, you were younger than him by two or three years, but that didn't mean he should treat you like you're far younger.

It isn't long before Sylvia comes in, dawning a gentle smile. You've always liked Sylvia, she was absolutely stunning. She's blond with brown roots, pretty blue eyes, and a soft pale complexion—you're on the brink of jealousy of her beauty. Or maybe you were just attracted to her. Possibly both. You weren't sure of your sexuality, just knew you liked men, but wouldn't mind dating or marrying a woman.

"You look tired," Sylvia tells you with a small laugh, and you nod, pouting. "Not enough sleep? Or is it too early?" She questioned with a raised brow before opening your wardrobe, eyes scanning over the many dresses you owned. You hadn't even worn half of them due to them being far too uncomfortable. Of course, the uncomfortable ones weren't made by Eret, all of your favorite ones were made by him.