Mafia King and Queen - Dream x Reader

14. Rescue Mission

3rd Person Omniscient POV

Dream lies awake in his bed, waiting.

Surely Sapnap would have organized the mission and they would be on their way tonight.

He decides to get up and stand on the balcony to wait.

The cool night air hits him and blows the glass doors open slightly.

Dream rests both his hands on the railing and looks off into the distance.

The Orlando city lights sparkle against the darkness. The faint sounds of cars honking are barely audible.

"Isn't it nice?"

Y/N sits on the balcony's railing to his left.

"Why are you here?" he whisper yells, trying not to wake anyone asleep.

"It's my house," she rolls her eyes. "And it's nighttime. Perfect for doing this..."

Y/N takes a deep breath and jumps from his balcony to the one over, then jumps down two stories to cling to a window. She then scales the building back to his balcony.

Dream growls and pushes her off the railing.

As she topples off, her hand presses a button on her bet which shoots a long, black cord to wrap around the railing.

"Well that was rude," she sighs, climbing back off as Dream grumbles.

"It would have been really funny if you fell off," he says.

"How about you?" she asks.

Y/N walks closer to him, backing him to the edge.

Dream presses both hands on the railing behind him as she moves closer and closer.

The moon casts a shadow on her face, illuminating only her eyes which are dilated so much that they're entirely black.

"You wouldn't," he whispers.

"Hm," Y/N traces her fingers up his chest as her face nears his. "It would be funny though."

Dream was grateful that the darkness hide the blush on his cheeks.

Although they were enemies, he had to admit, she was beautiful.

Her hand lifts to cup his cheek, their lips barely touching.

I shouldn't do this.

She's my enemy.

She kidnapped me.

But while his mind refuses, his body ignores the cries.

His large hand goes to rest against her waist, his other reaching back to grab her hair.

It's soft, soft as silk. Dream twirls the strands between his fingers, gently unknotting them.

He closes his eyes and leans in, her soft lips almost touching his.

The spark dances between them, eager to light the fire.

But the spark fizzles out in an instant.

Put out by the hail of bullets pouring upon them.

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Dream gasps as Y/N grabs his hand, yanking him inside.

A helicopter looms overhead, firing bullets at the house.

Glass shatters around them as Dream tucks Y/N against his body as they press against the wall.