"You're a real force to be reckoned with, and I have so much respect for how you handle yourself. But for some reason... I'm the exception."
Dream x Reader/Original Character
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Dream is only twenty one when he becomes king of the realm. Alex...
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I did not know how much time passed, but I knew I enjoyed Wilbur's company. I was used to receiving a lot of male attention, much of it springing from the fact that I was a princess and therefore in possession of a lot of power and wealth. Wilbur wasn't like that, I knew. For as long as I'd known him, he'd never been after anything he didn't earn for himself - I knew this for a fact, despite being only an acquaintance of his. Even now, I could not pick anything in his intentions beyond wanting to gain a new friend. Both of us wanted to have fun, and were not really thinking of the consequences.
That was, until five gangsters burst through the club doors, and the majority of the dance floor ran screaming for cover. Five men, dressed all in black, with black face masks hiding their identity revealing only dark, flashing eyes.
Wilbur and I leapt up immediately, Wilbur producing a sword from the sheath I had barely even noticed hanging by his side. I instinctively reached for my trident, only to remember that I was at a nightclub, not on the battlefield. I had not anticipated needing a weapon that night. If I needed to defend myself, the knife strapped to the inside of my boot would be my only protection. That, and Wilbur. Who knew where Sapnap, George or Bad were.
In the centre of the room, Tommy and Tubbo were confronting the intruders with all the grace of a pair of elephants.
"Gentlemen!" Tommy exclaimed, his eyes flashing at them in delight. This kid lived for chaos, and I would have smiled at him if it weren't for the situation he was putting himself in. "Gentlemen, what brings you here on this fine evening? Care you for a glass of pog—"
"Tommy, shut up," said Tubbo, elbowing his best friend in the side, causing him to yelp. "Let me do the talking. What are you here for? Kindly state your business, or I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave the premises."
"We're here for the king," stated one of them, dark eyes glinting at Tubbo through his mask. "Hand him over, and we'll be on our merry way."
"The king?" Muttered Wilbur.
"The king?" Tommy echoed. "We don't have any kings to offer you here, unfortunately. Unless you mean the chess piece, in which case..."
"Tommy!" Tubbo yelled again, and the young blonde subsided.
"Sorry."
"He's right though, we don't have a king here."
I turned to Wilbur, as they continued speaking.
"I need to find Dream," I muttered. "Why are they looking for his dad? I..."
"Wait, hold on," said Wilbur. "I think I found him."
Sure enough, Dream had stepped forward in the crowd, flanked by George and Sapnap.
"Where's Bad?" I wondered.
Wilbur only shrugged, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him.
"What do you want with my father?" Dream asked, the tone of his voice level, and unemotional.
