forced to marry into your sister's stead, how long can you fool the ruthless masked mercenary whom they call Dream? when night comes and masks fall, all truth will be revealed.
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dream x reader
finished: 02/04/23
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• cover art belongs to SpookyTween...
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Not again.
Your eyes widened before both of you looked away from one another, "What are you doing in here?!" you two turned your bodies away as well.
"They told me this was my room!" You couldn't help pinching the space between your eyebrows in exasperation, finally understanding, "So, when Bad said he was readying a room for us, this was what he meant?!" You started heading out the door with another groan, "I'll go."
He rolled his eyes, "No, I'll go out."
"But...you're not wearing your mask." Silence lingered in the air when you brought up your argument. Getting irritated with his continuous muteness you walked out of the bathroom only to be startled by the lady from earlier opening the door.
She jumped at your sudden presence, her face furrowing with worry. "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, um, is there another room available?" You couldn't help but feel bad for asking, her taken aback expression from your request building the guilt. She started inspecting the contents of the room in order to figure out what could have displeased you.
She shook her head, apologizing and explaining that there were no other ones free. The cool room temperature contrasted the warm comfort of the bathroom, the cold causing goosebumps to grow across your arms.
"B-but-"
"Ma'am your teeth are chattering and your lips are turning blue!" Her eyebrows contorted in worry. Now that she mentioned it you suddenly felt the cold become stronger on your body.
"Come back inside."
His voice resounded from inside the bathroom, the suddenness of it causing you to jump. You glanced at the woman who winked slyly at the call, a suggestive smile painted on her lips. "It's not what you think!"
She only laughed at your newfound embarrassment before leaving.
"I'll get out." Dream said, catching your attention once you entered the soft-lit bathroom. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at his scar. When he notices, he immediately averts his eyes. He's about to leave but you hold him back, the heated conversation you shared in the rain still burning at the back of your head.
A cold-blooded murderer? Watching him fidget nervously without his mask, nothing could be further fromthe truth.
The mask isn't a symbol of power. It's one of fear.
"Our marriage might have started off as an act to fool others but what I feel for you and Patches is genuine." You looked up at him, "I have no intentions to expose...This." Holding your breath, you reach out and trace his scar carefully. He flinches at first but gradually relaxes under your touch.
Seeming to catch his vulnerability he backs away from your touch. "Stop this nonsense," he huffed. But there's less resolve in his voice this time.
"Clay, we all have a side of ourselves that we don't want to show others. I know that better than anyone else, so," you gently grabbed his arm while looking into his verdant hues, "I promise your secret is safe with me."
