The Contract (Dwt X Reader?)

Chapter 2

You trudged along with Dream slowly, his hand still lingering on your arm. His two friends followed suit, joking and playing around with each other. They would've been seen as normal friends if they didn't cause arson or kidnap strangers.

"It was Y/n, right?"

You met Dream's stare with a confused expression. "I heard Tubbo call your name," he clarified. You nodded, and let your sight drift back down to your feet. Your clothes weren't the best, you realized. Scorch marks and ash scarred the cloth. You weren't sure you wanted to know what you looked like.

"Not very talkative, I see." Dream seemed...disappointed? He didn't push for conversation for the rest of the walk though, idly joining in with Sapnap's and George's talk with snippets of jokes instead.

They reminded you of Tommy and Tubbo.

Bad thought.

They were a sensitive topic. Tears began leaking out of your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out a sniffle. You wiped them away hurriedly, determined not to let your captors see weakness, but you weren't fast enough. You caught Dream's attention, and he sighed.

"Are you getting tired already?"

You shook your head hard in response. Hearing another sigh, you felt your weight being shifted and being lifted off the ground. You let out a terrified shriek and started hitting Dream's chest.

"Put. Me. Down!" Despite your useless punches, he carried you without a word.

"If you cause even more ruckus, I'll kill your friends after I lock you up."

That did the work. You stopped your fighting and played with his green hoodie's strings instead. You were too angry to think rationally about your actions, and you didn't care if you died or not. If you weren't strong enough to be a huge inconvenience, you would at least be a slight inconvenience.

"You're going to break them if you keep doing that," Dream said, slightly amused. You pulled the strings hard at the sound of his voice, nearly choking him to death.

Maybe I should've done that.

"I don't care."

"You should probably be nicer to me, as I'm the only person keeping you alive."

You glared at him. "And why am I the one in your care?" you asked sarcastically.

"Because you're important."

Important my ass.

You just scoffed in reply to his answer. It was useless, just like him.

"Why did you decide to choose her out of all of them?" George from behind inquired. "We could've taken Tommy or Wilbur instead."

You peeked over Dream's shoulder to glare at him, and he met your stare with just as much intensity.

"She's their best fighter," Dream answered plainly, as you arrived at the trio's base.

It was a large, intimidating castle that consisted of cobblestone and stone bricks. Vines decorated with flowers draped down, overlaying glass panes and windows now and then.

Dream exchanged a look with the guards and the gate opened. The outside of the building was misleading. The inside was made up entirely of wood, giving it a homely and comforting feel. The dim lighting made you feel sleepy, just realizing how tired you were from the day's ordeals. Although your head protested against falling asleep in enemy territory, your body slumped and your eyes closed, head against Dream's chest.

~

Y/n had fallen asleep before he had even gotten to her room. She was pressed against his chest, inhaling and exhaling ragged puffs of air. There was something about her that drew him to her. It wasn't like him to act like this, and towards an enemy too.

He laid her gently on the bed, pulling the covers over her. Her face was ashy and her hair was dirtied, but still pretty. No amount of ash would ever cover that fact.

"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," Dream hummed.