"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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"Dream."
The singular word spoken quietly in the space between us seemed to fill the air with how loud it seemed. After dismissing everyone but myself, Dream had pulled me down the endless stairs of the castle, and out the garden door beside the kitchens. Being the obsessive planner he was, it surprised me he decided to go outside when he was feeling like this. Dream liked to be in full control of his situation at all times, and that was a lot easier to do within the castle walls. But I wasn't opposed to being outside, happy to feel the gentle breeze on the back of my neck which was unprotected due to my blonde hair being tied in a bun today. The sun was setting, and soon it would dip below the outer walls of the castle and we would see it no more. We'd made it to the old swinging seat that Dream's parents used to frequent, hidden within a small clump of trees. Dream had pulled me to sit between his legs, my back pressing up against his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. He poked at my hair bun in irritation every so often, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he tired of competing for space with it and untied the ribbon that secured it on top of my head.
"What?" Came the eventual reply.
"Do you think Bad's right?" I asked him. "We don't communicate with our people much. We rely on them to come to us if there's a problem."
"Even if he was right, he had no right to say what he said," Dream responded moodily.
"About your parents?"
"Yes? What else did you think I'd be referring to. I... damn it, Lex, now I need a new prime minister! There's no one I can trust like I trusted Bad, and I desperately need someone to fill his shoes. Do you think Bad hates me?"
I sighed, reaching for the hand that was poking at my hair and entwined our fingers together, pulling it down in front of me. His hand was so much bigger than mine, long fingers effectively covering the back of my hand up to my wrist.
"I don't think he hates you, Dream. I'd almost believe him incapable of the emotion. He was just pushed too far. None of us realised before it was too late."
"Can I fix this?" He wondered, his thumb running down over the side of my own.
"I think you just need to give him time to calm down," I said. "I wouldn't try to get him to return to his job, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm not, I'm not," he hastened to assure me. "But it really hurts to admit that he might actually be right. When he brought up my parents I was so angry, but I always knew I could never be the king my dad was."
"Dream," I shook my head, "don't say that." I turned in his grip to look at him, reaching up my other hand to rest it on his cheek. "No one's asking you to be your dad. You are different people."
"People are asking that of me though," he muttered. "That's pretty clear, Alexa. And all the people act as though they can do whatever they like now that he's gone. They know I'm young, they know I'm not as good as he was. And when people act up, all I know how to do is get angry and start throwing things, I don't know how to be patient, I can't even do one thing without getting people's backs up. I asked Tommy to fix the security at fight club and instead of doing that he got angry and started a new country! I just... maybe I understand how Bad feels. I'm not cut out for this."
