- Y/N's pov -
( A/N- P/G is Preferred gender )
"Let me go Sam! I yelled, struggling against his grip. I knew it was no use struggling against The Warden of all people, but it was worth a shot right?
"Stop struggling Y/N." Sam ordered, "You know that won't do you any good, you have nothing on you and I have full netherite, and I'm stronger then you."
I let out an annoyed groan as he put me in the dark obsidian cell. I know was I working with Technoblade to destroy Quackity, but this is just rude.
He went back to the other side and lowered the lava, trapping me in the obsidian prison.
"Y/N?" I heard someone say from behind me. I full on jumped at hearing it, thinking I was alone for a moment. It took me a moment to remember that it wasn't just me in this obsidian chamber, Dream was as well.
"Oh, hey Dream.." I muttered. I know why he was in here, and I was one of the people affected by him. Though, it was also Tommy and Wilbur's fault as well, all government obsessed. That's why I started to work with Techno, to end all this government non-sense.
"How did you get in here?" He asked curiously. "It's not like Quackity forced me to write you a letter like me made me do to Techno."
"I tried to burn down Las Nevadas." I said proudly. Though I was in this prison, I wanted to at least look cool to the only person around.
"Oh really? That's awesome! What did you do it for Technoblade's attention or?" He asked questionablely.
Of course I didn't do it for Techno! Why would I? I'm not interested in him at all, I mean I could have accidentally done it for approval from an ally, but I don't really know.
"Of course I didn't, I'm an independent P/G after all!" I spoke confidently, which I think made him smile under his mask.
"Independent huh?" He asked, getting up off the floor, standing to be at least a foot taller then me. "Prove it."
He wanted me to prove it!? How can you prove something like that in a prison cell!
"Well I can't do it in here!" I yelled. He took off his mask, showing his scars and his green eyes that almost looked like dull emerald, that hadn't been shined in years.
"Kiss me instead then." He said, a slight smirk appearing on his face.
"What!?" I basically screamed. That's how I prove myself!? By kissing a full on criminal!?
"Is there really anything else you can do in here to prove yourself?" He asked, his smirk getting a little wider.
"I suppose not.." I muttered, going closer to him.
As soon as I kissed him, he pulled me in by the waist, kissing me back with a extremely passionate kiss. Before I could react, he was giving me another kiss, and another, and another. Each kiss followed by the next.
I lost count of how many times he kissed me before I could have a breathing break.
"What.." I said shockingly, after catching my breath.
"My little criminal.." he smirked, then went back to making out with me.
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