The Villians: Dream x Reader x Wilbur

Dreaming

WARNING: MENTIONS A CUT AND IMPLIED S*X!
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Y/n walked along the cold floor of the castle bare foot.

It was dark out, so she could barley see.

Running through the halls, she finally found the room she was looking for.

She carefully opened a wooden door, trying not to alert the figure inside of her presence quite yet.

Entering, she paused, taking in the scene in front on her.

There stood Dream, no mask on.

Despite already seeing this man times, it still caught her breath.

Dream was reading at his desk, his mind engulfed in the letter.

Y/n watched at he studied the hand writing before him.

She finally snapped out of it a called out to him.

"Dream?"

Dream turned toward the door, his eyes landing on the one he loves.

He smiled.

Slowly he put the letter down and walked toward her, pulling the girl into a hug.

Y/n closed her eyes, letting the hug overtake her.

The memories of the past day all came flooding back to her.

Y/m was quite pissed to say the least.

She stormed to the dining room, passing many servants, all who spoke no words to her out of pure fear.

She made it to the dining room, her eyes locking with his.

The look on her face sent his mind into a panic, but he wouldn't tell her that, not in a million years.

"Dream..." the young girl spoke.

"Why did you go meet with Wilbur the other day?"

Dream shrugged. Y/n scoffed at his response.

"You are seriously so think headed aren't you? He's unstable Dream!"

Y/n's glare bore into Dream's mask.

If looks could kill, Dream would've been dead ten times over by this point.

Dream just sighed, making y/n even angrier.

"Dream this is a serious issue! You're just shrugging me off I can't-"

"Calm down, sunshine."

Y/n looked at him. He still sat in his chair, not looking at her anymore, just eating his dinner.

Y/n walked over to the table.

Before Dream knew what she was doing, she smacked the plate away.

Thankfully no one was hurt, except for y/n's hand.

Dream's masked face met hers.

"Clay..." she spoke ever so softly.

"I'm going to my room."

And with that, she walked away.

It had been a couple days since the incident.

Y/n slowly glanced over and realized Dream was reading her letters.

Her heart felt like it would burst any second.

She finally looked into his eyes.

They still look like the most beautiful limes I've ever seen, she thought.