An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

3| escape plan

A/N- aight, so idk if aome of you are in the discord I'm in, (I am sending ss to the general channel) but yall are poggers af. Also thank you for the reads, and thank you to sugarcube1996 for the votes :) I really appreciate it. I will be trying to make chapters daily, with about 1500 words, but I am in school and that gets pretty busy, so I'm not sure if I can post everyday. If I don't post for a day then I'll make the next chapter extra long :D. Anyways enjoy~

ALSO, TW ON ALL CHAPTERS
⚠️BLOOD/GORE AND CUSSING⚠️
if you are okay with this then continue, but there will be these in every chapter. Otherwise I will add a different trigger warning.
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~Y/N POV~

I felt a warm liquid drizzle down my hands, balled into fists. I stopped struggling in the ropes, realizing the burning sensation was the ropes rubbing against the freshly rubbed off wound. The rope digging into my now very bloody wound, I make a grunt in pain.
Dream, asking me questions, in which I ignore, seems to notice.

"Is there something wrong? Or are you just tired of me." He asks jokingly.

"My problem, is that I'm tired of you." I snapped back.

"Fine, whatever I'll lead you to your room." He says as he gets up from his chair and begins to walk behind me to untie my bindings.

Noticing what he was trying to do, I shifted in the chair, attempting to hide that I was trying to escape. I continue to struggle in the ropes, no matter how bad it hurts. Dream seems to notice my struggling, he puts his hands on shoulders attempting to calm me, still being hidden from my bloody ropes.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." He cooed confidently.

He walks around the chair to the ropes and sees my arms still squirming while the blood drops down my hands further, dripping onto the floor creating a small puddle. He seems worried when he sees my condition but acts angry.

(Lmao, should I make Dream a yandere type thing- obviously not as dramatic but still possessive?My kinks are showing- I'm sorry 😔)

I turn my head away from his, when it is quickly turned back to his face, now incredibly close, you could hear him breathe softly. His hands squeezing my jaw tightly, as well as squeezing my face along with it.

"Were you trying to escape?" He asks sternly.

"What if I was?" I say with an attitude.

He gets closer to my face and whispers in my ear.

"You are my prisoner, you shall obey my orders from now on, or you will face the consequences."

"What consequences?" I say overconfidently, even though Dream and his team were stacked with heavily enchanted weapons, and I had nothing.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Dream says. Holding my own sword to my neck, holding it there, forcing me to look at him.

"I would actually" I said smugly.

He responds by tilting his head slightly to the right, and becoming more aggressive with the sword, tilting my head higher, causing my eyes to look above where his head was positioned, causing me to cooperate, and stop struggling.