WARNING: MENTIONS A CUT AND IMPLIED S*X!
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Y/n walked along the cold floor of the castle bare foot.
It was dark out, so she could barley see.
Running through the halls, she finally found the room she was looking for.
She carefully opened a wooden door, trying not to alert the figure inside of her presence quite yet.
Entering, she paused, taking in the scene in front on her.
There stood Dream, no mask on.
Despite already seeing this man times, it still caught her breath.
Dream was reading at his desk, his mind engulfed in the letter.
Y/n watched at he studied the hand writing before him.
She finally snapped out of it a called out to him.
"Dream?"
Dream turned toward the door, his eyes landing on the one he loves.
He smiled.
Slowly he put the letter down and walked toward her, pulling the girl into a hug.
Y/n closed her eyes, letting the hug overtake her.
The memories of the past day all came flooding back to her.
Y/m was quite pissed to say the least.
She stormed to the dining room, passing many servants, all who spoke no words to her out of pure fear.
She made it to the dining room, her eyes locking with his.
The look on her face sent his mind into a panic, but he wouldn't tell her that, not in a million years.
"Dream..." the young girl spoke.
"Why did you go meet with Wilbur the other day?"
Dream shrugged. Y/n scoffed at his response.
"You are seriously so think headed aren't you? He's unstable Dream!"
Y/n's glare bore into Dream's mask.
If looks could kill, Dream would've been dead ten times over by this point.
Dream just sighed, making y/n even angrier.
"Dream this is a serious issue! You're just shrugging me off I can't-"
"Calm down, sunshine."
Y/n looked at him. He still sat in his chair, not looking at her anymore, just eating his dinner.
Y/n walked over to the table.
Before Dream knew what she was doing, she smacked the plate away.
Thankfully no one was hurt, except for y/n's hand.
Dream's masked face met hers.
"Clay..." she spoke ever so softly.
"I'm going to my room."
And with that, she walked away.
It had been a couple days since the incident.
Y/n slowly glanced over and realized Dream was reading her letters.
Her heart felt like it would burst any second.
She finally looked into his eyes.
They still look like the most beautiful limes I've ever seen, she thought.
"Dream I-"
"No, y/n you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for going to see Wilbur. I know he's unstable.... I was being foolish."
Dream looked away as he said the word foolish, shame filling his body as he spoke.
He had no idea how this girl got him to feel this way.
How does she do it? How does she make me feel like the only man in the world? How does she make me want to be better?
Y/n pulled his face to look back at hers.
"Clay, I shouldn't have yelled at you that day, I'm sorry my love."
Dream put his hand onto hers, before noticing it was bandaged.
Dream pulled her hand to inspect it.
His fingers grazed over the bandage, slowly pulling it off.
She had a cut over the center of her hand.
Dream slowly dragged his finger across, before wrapping it all back up.
"Wow... that's a nice cut there, Sunshine."
Y/n giggle back.
"I guess so, my love."
Her had returned back to his face.
The pair put their foreheads together, slowly swaying around.
"I-I missed you."
Dream's eyes darted back up to look at her face.
"I missed you too, princess."
The pair held each other for awhile.
Finally, y/n moved her forehead off of his.
Dream stood back, confused as to why she did that.
His question was soon answered the second she crashed her lips into his.
Instead of the normal soft kisses they were used to, this time they were passionate.
They hadn't seen each other in days, they were desperate for the other one.
They craved each other.
The pair finally pulled back, both breathing slightly heavily.
Dream smiled big, he missed her more than words could describe.
He grabbed the girls hand as they made their way to the bed.
Both laid in each other's arms, enjoying the others presence.
(A/n you Can imply whatever else happens here! I'm not gonna be explicit about it but uhhh let's just say some stuff might've happened.)
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Y/ns eyes slowly open, light was shining through the curtains.
She looked at the man next to her, her head on his bare chest.
She smiled to herself.
She stayed still as she examined him.
His freckles dotted his face perfectly somehow.
His beautifully messy dirty blonde hair made her smile. The slight waves framed his face, making him look incredible.
His soft skin looked perfect, all accept his one scar.
She lightly traced her finger over his scar.
As she did so, a hand was brought up to her cheek.
She smiled as Dream open his eyes.
Both stared at the other, trying to look at every little detail the other had to offer.
Y/n had never felt this way with anyone.
Not Eret.
Not Wilbur.
Only Dream.
Only Dream could make her feel like she was in a completely different world.
What was this feeling?
Y/n continued studying his face, until Dream sat up, his back facing her.
She laid in bed as she watched him get dressed.
She was in awe.
Seriously what was this feeling.
Dream walked back to the bed and offered his hand out to her.
She took his hand and he pulled her out of the bed.
Y/n quickly put so clothes on, Dream laughed at her sudden realization.
She pulled out her soft baby blue gown, and brushed her hair.
Once she was done, she turned to Dream, who was watching her every move.
He stood up and took her hand, pulling her downstairs and into the dining room.
The pair sat side-by-side, enjoying breakfast together.
Finally it hit her.
This feeling.
This horrid and awful, yet beautiful and new feeling.
Her face turned red.
Dream noticed her facial expression change.
"Sunshine, is everything ok?"
Y/n nodded back in response.
Of course she wasn't ok!
She was far from ok!
She was in love.
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🔆thank you all so much for reading!!! Since today is my birthday, Im going to try and write another chapter a little treat! Have a great day loves!🔆