The Villians: Dream x Reader x Wilbur

The Garden

Y/n looked up to his face, the moon reflected off of his glasses and illuminated it.

Y/n stood, motionless. The nervousness was displayed on her face.

"I want to produce an heir...."

HAHAHAHA WHAT

Y/n laughed at him, until she realized he wasn't joking.

Eret's eyes looked sad. He held onto her hands tighter.

"Eret, I'm sorry but no."

Y/n pulled her hands away and walked toward the castle again.
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A few days after the encounter with Eret, y/n was meeting with Dream in the garden.

As she walked out, she saw his mask shining under the moonlight.

She smiled to herself.

She walked toward the green clad figure.

The pair stood and looked at the flowers, a comfortable silence among them.

Dream reached out and took y/ns hand.

"Princess?" He spoke softly.

Their eyes met. Y/n felt like she was in a different world entirely.

"Princess, please never leave me."

Y/n smiled and nodded.

The two stood still again. No sound was made, but they didn't want to make any sound.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled.
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Y/n smiled at the memories. Her whole life had been filled with so much chaos, yet in the garden it all made sense.

Loving Dream made sense.

Being here made sense.

Leaving L'manburg made sense.

Life made sense.

Her inner monologue was interrupted by footsteps for behind.

She turned her head, slightly gasping at what she saw.

There stood Dream, no mask, clad in only a green muscle shirt and a pair of black shorts.

She couldn't keep her eyes off of him and he couldn't stop staring at her either.

He focused on her face.

The moonlight made her look downright heavenly.

Dream walked toward her, y/n stood up to meet him.

The finally met in each other's arms, not breaking eye contact.

Y/n eventually buried her face into Dream, hugging him like it was the last thing she could do.

Dream smiled, holding her in his arms.

He kissed the top of her forehead.

"I'm sorry princess, I had some business to do."

Y/n nodded, and moved her head up to kiss his jawline.

Dream smiled and held her tightly.

"Manburg announced a festival..."

Y/n looked up to face him, a mixture of confusion and concern on her face.

"...and we're invited love."
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Techno walked into the room with the two boys, a paper in hand.

He threw it on the table in front of Tommy and Wilbur.

Tommy picked it up first, examining it.

"WHAT A FESTIVAL?" Tommy exclaimed.

Techno nodded, Wilbur sat their silent.

"AND YOURE INVITED TECHNO???"

Techno once again nodded.

"Wait are we invited?" Wilbur asked quietly.

The two turned to him. Both shook their heads no.

Wilbur sat back in his seat.

Great so why is the festival even important at all?

Then he remembered the small meeting he had earlier that day.

Wilbur stood at the bottom of the hill, waiting for him to arrive.

He nervously messed with his coat pockets, his eyes trained on his shoes and the grass below.

Finally he heard a males voice speak to him.

"What do you want Wilbur?"

His eyes met the white mask.

"I need your help."

Dream scoffed at the man before him.

"What for Wilbur?"

"I want to blow up L'manburg."

His fingers traced over one of the TNT sticks in his pocket.

He watched as Tommy and Techno talked about the festival.

This was his chance! He could easily blow up Manburg, as well as everyone inside!

Wilbur smiled to himself. His plan seemed to be flawless.

Wilbur finally turned his attention back to his brothers, before haphazardly asking a question.

"Who's invited to the festival anyways?"

Tommy handed him the paper and he carefully read through the list of names:

You're invited!!!
Fundy
Tubbo
Quackity
..................

Wilbur rolled his eyes at the list so far, no one important was invited.

Then his heart almost stopped.

...................
King Dream of the DreamSMP lands
Queen Y/n of the DreamSMP lands
...................

She was going to be there.

Wilbur looked almost sick. He handed the paper back to his brothers and ran into his room.

He looked at his mirror on the wall.

What a mess.
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