To Be Bonded(Dream X Reader)

Deathly Duo

We took up our positions on the beams of the roof. Dream stretched his hand which had all his throwing knives ready. I rolled my shoulders. We watched carefully as the 'guest of honour' walked into the SMP castle with entourage.

Dream lowered into the window frame.
"You sure this won't screw up time? I thought this was the Deathly Duos mission?"
I rolled my eyes and retied my hair.
"Forget them. You want to get back? This is how we do it."

From history we know the king from Whicher who had just entered the castle intended to kill the current queen of the SMP, Dream's mother, Queen Puffy in this meeting. In the past two trained assassins broke in just as they were going to kill her to save her and the kingdom. In exchange they became the Queen's personal Assassins. They were the Deathly Duo.

No one had seen them though. Or heard of them yet. I saw in the newspapers that their famous attacks before their shining moment hadn't happened. I remember seeing the clippings in the hall of fame in the castle when I was younger. But they were no where in sight. Which meant...Dream and I were meant to be them.

A flash of red made me jump. I whipped around to see a figure on the other end of the roof. In a red cloak. My heart spiked.
Shoot!
Dream slowly stood with his knives in hand. 
"Y/N... stay back."
I secured my blades to my arms.
"Funny...you never mentioned that we brought someone else with us."

He smiled.
"Must have slipped my mind."
He joked sourly. The hooded figure never moved. As if this was a game. Taking its bloody time.
"Dream."

His voice was deep and distorted. He must be wearing the bottom of a gas mask, it's the only item that could distort it like it.
"Your reign over this nation must end. Hand over the vessel and no blood will be shed."

I looked at Dream. He smiled and ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth.
"Pity. I was looking forward to killing you Little Miss Riding Hood."
He replied coyly. Two knives went flying but the Red Assassin swerved just in time. His arm swung and something metal scratched the tile of the roof.
A ninja star.

I ran at him while another two of Dream's knives soared past my shoulders. He again dodged them and somehow came back up to block me. A sword. He shoved me back and I rolled. Dream leapt over me and started to fight the Red Assassin. He dodged , he blocked. He twisted and that one ducked.

I pushed off the roof and kicked the Red Assassin's feet from under him. Metal shot up and Dream grunted.
Shoot.
The hood snapped toward me.
Shoot!
I stumbled to my feet. I started running on the roof, the tiles shaking and some falling off. The Red Assassin must have shoved Dream off of him. I could hear him behind me.

The end of the roof was coming up.
Shoot! I'm cornered!
"Vessel. Come with me."
His distorted voice said.
"You know, I can tell you get no ladies. My name is Y/N. Alright? Y/ damn N."
I taunted as I watched Dream slam the Red Assassin into roof.

"Really thought I'd be out because of a flimsy star to the chin?"
He said sadistically. Just then a crash sounded from below us. The Red Assassin kicked straight up into Dream. I ran after him but he leapt off the roof and fell onto the shadows.

"Dammnit. We can never win."
Dreams eyes met mine, he smiled while blood trickled from his chin where the star had been lodged.
My heart unconsciously lurched at the sight. I frowned.

"You're bleeding. You need some help?"
He just wiped some of the blood.
"Don't worry about me Y/N. Promise you to kiss it better later?"
He teased. I felt a blush on my cheeks.
"Gods I hope you get trampled on."

I sarcastically begged before jumping off the roof and shattering a window straight into the ballroom. I rolled to the floor. I cut open the stomach of the nearest soldiers while cutting the others with my other arm. Another crash and three bodies down as Dream threw his knives.

The Queen was behind us, two guards failing to protect her. I laughed.
"Evening your Majesty."
Dream took my arm and twisted me around so I could kill another soldier.

He grinned, someone's blood smudged on his cheek.
Why is that hot?
Bodies littered the floor and the King of Whicher became a shaking mess. Dream yanked the old man to his feet and held him by his grey hair.

His honey like voice boomed over the throne room.
"King Enoc, King of Whicher, for your treachery against the crown of the SMP of whom you were a sworn ally to, you are hereby,"
Dream took his pocket dagger out. He swiftly slit the man's throat.

He held the head, clutched in his leather glove.
"Sentenced to death."
He finished.