SOLD TO THE DREAM TEAM?! (sapnap x reader)

Part 6

From a young age, you knew how to fight. When things were rocky at home, you went onto the streets and picked fights with your often stronger neighbors. You punched and kicked until you learned to beat them, until you grew strong enough to beat people with your fists alone. With even the weakest weapons you could beat people within an inch of their lives.

But that was different from war. You had never been equipped with more than wood and leather, and you had only fought the few mobs that had somehow made there way into the village. You had never clashed two sturdy swords against each other, or held up a shield, and only once had you shot a crossbow.

So when Sapnap took you to the armory, you saw armor stands with diamond and netherite, as well as weapons hanging from the walls, you found yourself completely unprepared to fight. You couldn't even hold the sword right, it was so heavy.

"Why do you need all of this? You already have a goddamn traitor." You complained.

"That's war, for you. Here, you're holding it wrong." Sapnap said. He walked over to you, dropping his sword and lifting up your wrist. You let your wrist fall limp, supported by Sapnap.

He adjusted the sword in your hand, in a way you never held it before. Both of your hands gripped the sword tightly, rather than one holding it loosely.

It helped with the weight, but Sapnap could easily use the sword one handed, which left you disadvantaged.

"This will just be quick sparring. We'll start introducing more things once you can beat me." Sapnap said. You were both in iron armor, holding netherite swords.

You took a deep breath, not hesitating to attack him when he was off guard. When he was reaching for his sword, you struck first, landing a hit to his back. He doubled over, before somersaulting and grabbing his sword.

"WHAT THE HELL!" He yelled. He ran forward to hit you back, lunging. At the last second you dodged, tripping him. He stumbled onto the ground.

While you weren't good at the weaponry aspect of fighting, the movement part came naturally to you. You could evade and time your strikes nearly perfectly. Not to say you didn't make mistakes, but you had perfected your sloppy street fighting technique as much as you could.

You stepped on his foot and striked him again, rolling him over and pinning him on the ground with your other foot. You put your sword to his chest.

"Match." You said, smiling. He grinned.

The floor slipped from under you, and Sapnap rolled away. You tried to get back on your feet, rolling over, but he pinned you down, his foot on your chest and his sword dangling over your neck.

"Match." He mimicked. You felt blood rush to your cheeks. You gulped.

A smile made its way to your face, as he helped you back up.

"That was so unfair, I had you." You complained.

"I still won." Sapnap said. "Besides, you had an unfair start."

"All is fair in war." You responded. You decided to test out ways to grip the sword, finding a way to hold it one handed and still be able to strike, by putting your thumb at the hilt. It stung your thumb, but it worked.

Once you had each made it across the sparring room, you waited for Sapnap to lunge towards you, taking a few steps forward for space to fight.

Sapnap ran at you, and again you dodged, putting your free hand out as he ran. You slammed him down on the ground, this time putting your sword over his neck, so if he moved, he would die.

You swore you could see him blushing, but maybe he was just nervous about the blade.

"Match." You said. "I win."

You helped him up and smiled, high fiving him.

This cycle of fighting went on for hours, until you were both dead exhausted. You got more comfortable with netherite and using a shield, but as you lay on the ground, out of breath and underprepared for the war to come, you realized how likely it was you were to die.

"S-Sapnap." You said, stuttering over your words in exhaustion. You both laid on the floor together, tools dropped.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to die."

You both fell silent for the next minute, no words processing for either of you.

Eventually, Sapnap spoke.

"No. L'Manburg is weak. Have you ever seen TommyInnit? You'll be fine." He said.

"Sapnap, these people have been training for years. I've fought in the streets. Goddammit, I planned to be a baker. And now, I'm going to die, before I ever did anything worthwhile." You said.

"Y/n, you're my friend now. I won't let you die. Besides, L'Manburg issn't really comprised of fighters. Three of them are teenagers, Wilbur is more of a leader than a fighter, and Eret is a traitor. It works out in your favor. Dream is just cautious, that's why you're here. That's all."

You paused, biting on your lip. "You won't let me die?"

Sapnap shook his head. "I'll stay by your side. Why don't you head to sleep. I'll show you your room."

Sapnap helped you up, even though every limb and bone felt like collapsing again. You shedded your armor and tools, which made the journey easier. The both of you walked out of the armory, gathering a skeptical look from George and Punz, while you made it down the halls.

Sapnap took you to a plain room with nothing but a white bed, not betraying the house's solemn theme.

"Rest. I'll check on you in a few hours. If I find you awake, I'll knock you out myself." He joked. You giggled.

"Night." You said.

He closed the door, encapsulating you in darkness. Millions of thoughts flew through your head as you tried to sleep, but only two could be deciphered.

You had been sold and made friends with your owner.

And,

Your owner was kind of cute.

Fuck.