Eva's New Hermitcraft and Dream SMP Oneshots

Run Away With Me - (Lime - Dream x George)

AN- I had a brainstorm meeting with my sister yesterday to start some in depth planning for our book now that we have made our plot. We were talking about what would happened when the two main characters met and also if they would, you know, being a thing or not. So I wrote a little snapshot, trying to see what they would do in some different situations. And here's one of them, edited to be DNF lol, so sorry if the story line seems a bit wacky. I definitely took this a bit further with the DNF than with our OG characters (my girl character literally ends up beating up the other when they hit the door instead). Just expect to get stories like this, based off of the characters my sister and I made, decently often haha. I've got to save time somewhere :)

Dream POV-

The live music and terrible singing of the dark bar stung my ears while sweaty bodies swung in front of the stage. The awful smell of alcohol filtered into my nose as I nurse the beer in front of me. I scanned along the crowd, unimpressed, raising the glass to my mouth, simply allowing the bitter liquid to touch my tongue, none of the liquid going down my throat.

It was not a place I would normally visit, but the tip I received said that he visits here often. Rolling my eyes at the thought of some drunkard politician I had been hired to take out, I catch sight of a brown-haired man, swaying through the crowd. His fluffy brown hair bounced as he swayed to the movements. I blink in annoyance of the strange feel creeping into my stomach, and continue scanning the bar, people filling every empty seat. Placing my glass back on the table, I end up glaring sideways at some drunk dude with pink-hair, braided up into a bun.

"Hey handsome, can I replace your drink there?"

I don't drop my glare, my lips turned downwards in a small frown as I lift my hand to my dark green hood, pulling the edge further over my eyes, "touch me. I break you."

I really hated the no mask rule in this damn posh bar, and I missed the smily mask I usually wore during work. I had it clasped to my thigh at the moment, the buckle digging into my sensitive skin.

"Oh," the man snickered, I could almost hear the smirk on his face, "playing hard to get..."

Before he gets another word out, I release my hood, reaching my hand across and smashing his face into the counter below us. He groans and I lift him back up, tossing him off of the stool. I don't even have half a second as someone else sits beside me, their hand resting in my shoulder. My annoyance had skyrocketed at this point, the noise in my ears giving me a throbbing headache and the alcohol stench making me want to throw up, so I reached over, grasping their wrist, flipping him over my back and smashing him into my glass of beer. Shards fly around us as large brown eyes stare wide eyed at me, but he wasn't scared.

Not being scared is what bothered me the most and I huff. I just wanted to be done with this tonight, and now here I was, causing a scene. Luckily the man below me looked almost picture perfect to the description given of the politician, fluffy brown hair, large brown eyes and even his shorter stature.

The man just giggles, the sound loud in the now silent bar, everyone's eyes turned towards us. The giggling caused my blood to boil and heat to rise to my face and I drug the man from the counter, not caring as he hits the glass covered ground, yelping in pain.

"What are you all looking at?" I bark, my eyes probably glowing in warning under my cloak. The music slowly starts back up as I continue to drag the drunken man towards the room I had rented. I twist my silver key into the door handle before struggling for a moment with one hand to open the door, my other still gripping the man's shirt tightly.

I toss him into the room, locking the door behind me. Turning towards the brunet, I sweep my hood back and slip a small throwing knife out of my sleeve. I was only a couple steps away from him but before I could even take one, the brunet had scrambled to his feet, candlelight sparkling in his eyes as he drunkenly smiles at me.