Crimson Pawn (C!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Twelve - Family Meeting

TW: Mention of Death/Blood, Intense Arguing, Swearing

Phil's POV

The fire blazed as the never-ending snow fell outside. The snow came and went at random, never sticking long enough to pinpoint a pattern, though lately it hadn't stopped. 

I sat on a chair reading a book on philosophy that I'd received last Christmas, sipping on a warm hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream and a tall peppermint stick. The front door creaked open and wind howled, getting cut off as my son walked inside the door. He took off his snow covered mask and thick cape while shaking the snowflakes from his hair. He left his boots at the door before joining me.

"What's the news, son?" I asked Technoblade. He plopped onto the couch and took a sip of the hot chocolate that had been waiting for him since I had prepared it.

"Not great. N/N's doing okay, probably traumatized though. Wilbur is under a lot of stress, running a country or whatever," He replied. 

"...and Tommy?" I pressed. There was a long pause before he responded.

"He... lost his first life."

I knew it would happen someday, with the amount of times he's fallen out of trees and barely survived. But it still hurt.

"How are the others taking it?"

"From what the crows passed on, not the greatest. But they both have people to support them."

"Good. Then I believe it's time. Send a crow to let them know."

Technoblade nodded and headed upstairs. I heard the howling of the wind as he opened the window, and the stillness once it was shut.

Now, all we had to do was wait.

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Y/N's POV

You awoke the next morning to a small tapping on the window. It was barely light outside yet. Dream was still asleep on the couch, mask on the floor next to him.

You could take a peek at his face now, if you really wanted to... but you knew it'd be wrong. He trusted you, and you trusted him. 

You flipped a switch and went stealth mode, making as little noise as possible on your way to the window. The tapping was coming from a small crow with something on its foot. Ugh, what now? You thought while untying the note. You unrolled the slip of paper carefully.

Y/N-

Family meeting tonight. Bring food. 

This didn't really feel like the right time for this, but a meeting is a meeting. 100% mandatory or Phil will send Techno after you. You specifically might be able to evade him, until he starts using crow spies. Talk about an unfair advantage...

You thanked the bird and threw the paper into the trash, heading back to bed for a few hours before your lengthy trip to visit your Dad and brothers.

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After slaving away in the kitchen to make a homemade salsa (that was rudely sampled without consent by your fellow housemates) and finding some tortilla chips in a cabinet, you went back upstairs to change before heading out. You still wore Dream's sweatshirt and sweatpants, and thought that it might look a bit weird to you family if you showed up in something you hadn't previously owned.

You set your mask on the bed for a moment while you grabbed your signature red sweatshirt, as well as a white cropped tank top and black high-waisted leggings, topped off with a pair of black slide ons. You grabbed your bow and a few arrows, a sword, and hid a few daggers under your sweatshirt. You grabbed your mask again and headed downstairs. Dream, George and Sapnap were having a conversation on the couch, which you hid in the stairwell and listened to.