An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

5| At least we have each other

A/N- I am really sorry I haven't been updating as often as I would like, or if the story seems rushed. I am trying to keep Dreams character as real as possible, but may have over exaggerated how bold he is- like damn. 😳 I mean its kinda hot but whatever😫.
(I cringed so hard writing that) anyways, enjoy.

Sharp pains shot through my mind as I realized what could happen. They could die, or could never be hurt so bad they couldn't fight alongside you, we had already lost Eret, and I didn't want to be the only one defending L'manburg. I know I wouldn't get hurt in battle, because I knew Dream had taken a liking to me for whatever his reasoning may be, I didn't want to question it, but the immunity was quite nice. I looked to him, leaning against a tree. We were discussing what the rules were, for our deal that is. The one that could potentially reveal if my family lives, or dies. The day had been crazy. First, I woke up from that crazy Dream I had no idea was fake, then Eret betrayed L'manburg, then I found out Dream had the exact same Dream I did, and that we could actually control our actions, and now I'm playing tag with a possible murderer. The same murderer who kissed me in an alternate dimension, a dimension of dreams, the dreamland. I had always wondered what happened there, why we dreamt the way we did, how we connected with others. This whole experience made me hate this passion I once wanted to explore further.

I had never told anyone, but I was very interested in that kind of stuff. Alternate dimensions, if they were real. Or if they were just fitments of our imaginations. That's why you loved Dreams, and studying why they were there, why we had them, and why they were the way they were. Dreams were the crossing bridge, of imagination, and alternate universes. But that bastard decided he had to ruin my studies, as well as my family's lives, if they still had them that is. Anger filled me up, I had to win, if I didn't. Well I dont know what will happen, but I just hope I don't have to find out.

The male now had his hood over his fluffy dirty blonde hair. You hated to admit it, but he was attractive, assuming that the face he showed you in his our dream was what he really looked like that is.

He was still, leaning his back against a tree. Just observing, like he had done so many times before.

"Well are we going to do this or not?" I asked, now getting impatient.

"Excited now are we?" He said, smirking.

I knew he had something up his sleeve. He always did, however I didn't care. All I wanted, was for them to be alive.

"Listen, I don't really give a shit if you hurt me. You can kill me for all I care. But the people who have saved my life countless times, are dying. The people who took me in when I was a child with no parents, no place to go, are dying. The only people who have ever loved me, are dying. So forgive me, if I want to get back to them, and try to save them, from whatever your people have done to them." My face falls to look at the floor, I drop to my knees, and just cry. In this moment, I wasn't in a war. I wasn't crying my eyes out, in front of my enemy. It felt good, to be able to let it out. I looked up to the man standing before me. He stood high above me, even higher then before, because I was on the ground. He wipes my tears.

"Get up." He instructs.

I listen. I'm not sure why, but I thought it be best to not disobey the person who determines whether my friends live or die, in a snap of a finger, he could have George and sapnap kill them, for good.
I stand up, now a little bit more on his level, he brings me into a tight hug, surprised, I flinch, trying to escape.

"Stop struggling."

I did so. We just stood there, his arms wrapped around me, tears streaming down my face. It feels bad to think this way, but I feel safe. I shook the feeling as he released me from his strong grip.