𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 13

Techno's POV:

Lips crushed against my own, heat like a searing deep ember. Hot. Electric. So, so, close. Flecks of blazing fervor pooled in my gut, waves of enticing shivers. Carefully, I tilted my head upward, deepening the kiss. Like a firefly, only captivated to draw nearer and nearer.

Pulling apart, a soft, shaky breath escaped my mouth. Dream's eyes were assertive, yet tender. Brimmed with nothing short of intense passion.

"Dream..." I drawled slowly. "More.."

The words came unwillingly soft, and he could see that. Gently, he took ahold of my wrist, pinning them against the grating, cold surface behind.

"You're so needy..." he murmured. A hint of amusement.

I leaned back in, before pressing into a kiss again. The way he lightly skimmed my wrist, teasingly with his fingers, sent a feverish tingle up my spine. The heat of enticement. Sparks of addiction. I couldn't get enou-

CLATTER!!

"What the-" Dream began, turning over frantically.

"OH MY GOODNESS!!"

Techno's POV:

Bad was standing around the corridor, mouth agape. He had dropped a set of keys in his momentary shock. Skeppy had both arms around him, clearly was trying to pull him away.

"I told you not to look..." the shorter muttered, flashing an apologetic, awkward look.

I flushed a bright red, internally cringing. If I believed in god, I would curse every one of them out right now.

From in front of me, Dream was hiding his face on my shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating off, likely from embarrassment. I didn't blame him. I wanted to hide right now as well.

"I'm so sorry! We were never here! You two carry on!" Bad chimed frantically. His eyes squeezed shut, cheeks redder than I'd ever seen him. He'd put even the brightest tomatoes to shame.

Skeppy rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated, "Relax Bad, it's not like they were-"

"AH LANGUAGE!"

"I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!!"

Groaning, Dream shouted.

"Oh my god, just get out!!"

Unknown POV:

"Just one more year, and the contract would have enacted. I had set practically everything for you, and yet, he's engaged and you have failed." The man sneered. He had a mocking, sinister expression. This man, was Keem.

"You're going to dispose of me?"

A laugh. He laughed in my face.

I knew my answer.

Exhaling deeply, I clenched at the fabric of my robe. Fresh. Tailored. Adorned with stunning jewels. Of the last time I will dress this fine.

For a while, the thoughts of my conversation earlier had conquered my mind completely. The words had been looping time after time again. At the end, I said nothing to Keem. I had nothing to say.

I remember taking the throne 10 years ago. I was maybe 18 years old. As king, all I needed to do was get the Prince of Youtubia to marry me. And in return, I would no longer be a peasant. My family no longer had to starve. It was the best deal ever, right?

Wrong. I was wrong.

And now, I suffer the consequences. Maybe there'll be a riot, maybe I'll be assassinated. All I knew, was the crown wasn't mine and this throne was temporary.