I wake up to the soft glowing light of early morning. It's peaceful, the rustling of flowing water calming in the background, overcast sky dousing the outside in muted grey light. I sigh, snuggling under the covers, comfortable and warm. Almost too warm. There's a heavy weight on my waist, and something solid and radiating heat tucked against my back. I'm slowly gathering my senses, and then I realise who's bed I'm in.

Oh no.

I freeze, realising what's happening. Dream's arm is currently slung over my waist, trapping me against him. I can hear him snoring lightly behind me, and his breath tickles the back of my neck. My heart rate is ratcheting up, and I'm getting more and more panicky as I try and figure out how to get out of this, without waking him up.

His arm is tucked over me too tightly, and no matter how much silent thrashing I do, I can't wriggle out of his grip. I've managed to get enough space between us to inch my body around, and eventually I end up facing him.

His mask is off.

The first thing I notice is how young he looks. He doesn't look much older than me, with pale skin and smatterings of freckles dotted over his face, his face is relaxed in sleep, giving him youthful innocence I haven't seen when he's awake. He's also really handsome, with a strong jawline and a straight nose.

Ok, what the hell is up with me today?

He also has a scar that runs above his left eyebrow, and before I can stop myself, my hand reaches out to run my finger along it. Then he opens his eyes. I snatch my hand back, stomach flipping at the sight of him so close. His arm is still tight around my waist, and we're only a couple centimetres apart.

"Well, isn't this a nice sight to wake up to."

I try and ignore the way his voice, rough and deep from sleep, send shivers down my spine, the way it makes my breath catch in my throat. Instead I glare at him.

"Let go of me." I snap, resuming my struggle to get out of his grip. Instead he just smiles at me, bright green eyes still dazed with sleep, and pulls me closer as he rolls on his back.

"What are you doing?!" I screech, face pressed into his neck. Thankfully, he doesn't sleep naked. His shirt smells like smoke. He doesn't respond as I desperately struggle to break his strong hold on me. I'm smushed into his side, trapped by his arm, which is clamped over my lower back. I can hear his snores pick back up and oh my god he fucking fell asleep again.

I'm in his bed, currently cuddling him. My face is burning furiously now, stomach fluttering at our closeness. I grit my teeth and quietly stew in my rage, imagining smothering him with a pillow, if only my arms weren't pinned against my body by his. Then he starts shaking, and I realise he's laughing. As if holding me hostage and constantly tormenting me isn't enough, he's laughing at me. I scowl into his chest as he chuckles, then finally releases me.

I practically leap off the bed, eager to get away from him, and plonk myself down in a chair, glaring at him. He gives me a wide smile, and I notice the way his eyes crease, the way his whole face lights up, the way h- ok Rosie...I think it's time you calm down. He sits up, resting on the headboard of the bed, looking directly at me. It's weird, seeing him this way, in his own room, so normal and so non threatening, hair mussed from sleep, rubbing his eyes sleepily like he isn't a psychopathic tyrant ruining my life. But, enough with the theatrics.

"You look good in my clothes princess." He smirks, breaking the innocence facade. That smirk never fails to fill me with rage and my hands are itching to break something, preferably his face. I glance down at my outfit, realising that wearing his clothes wasn't the smartest of ideas I've had.

"It's not like I had any other option, and mine were disgusting." I snap back, refusing to give into his weird flirty comments that give me butterflies. And that I despise with my whole being. How can one man be so infuriating? It reaches to the point of being impressive at how good he is at getting on my nerves. His smirk only widens at my response. And I hate the way it makes my heart beat faster.

"Why'd you take the mask off if you knew I'd see your face in the morning?"

The question slips out without me thinking, and I quickly shut my mouth. The smirk falls, and he's staring at my intensely, face serious. After a few moments of silence, he stands up. He's wearing light grey sleep shorts and a dark green shirt with show his defined muscles ripple when he moves.

I am seriously out of control.

He stops in front of me and I look up, feeling small and trapped against his looming figure. He stoops down slightly, so I can see his face. "The mask scares my enemies, it's meant to intimidate them." He says quietly, then walks out of the room, snatching up his mask as he goes. I'm confused, aren't I his enemy too? But I guess it's a touchy subject. I sit in the silence of his absence, still stunned from what just happened.

There's a knock at the door. It creaks open and reveals Sapnap holding a plate of food. It smells delicious, and my stomach rumbled instantly.  He set it down on the table in front of me, then sits in the chair next to me, pulling it out so we sat facing each other. Can't anyone just leave me alone?

"You know, I was expecting you to have a little more fight after kicking Dream in the nuts." He starts, a friendly smile on his face. I glower at him, then turn my attention to my breakfast, delicious warm, white bread, with crispy bacon and an egg with runny yolk. Not deterred by my sullen behaviour, he continues. "And that whole thing with Eret, I was just waiting for you to start throttling him across the table, but I guess you wanted to be boring."

Something about the sheer lunacy of what he was saying breaks me. I can't help the smile the creeps on my face. 

"You know if you hadn't interrupted I probably would have" I tell him.

He laughs, slightly too loud and for too long, but a genuine laugh all the same. It's infectious, warm, shoulder shaking chuckles that seem to fill my heart. I've missed laughing and smiling, so who cares if it's over me nearly murdering Eret. I look up, and we're both grinning at each other, and I study his face. It's soft and round, and younger than Dream's, dark eyes that twinkle with mischief and a toothy smile. When he wasn't chasing me with deranged insanity, he was full of life and happiness. 

And it was something I missed dearly, life and happiness, something that L'manburg radiated, especially Tommy and Tubbo. My heart aches just thinking about them.

"Still boring," he says, dragging out the o. "Why don't you do something fun? It's getting boring just sitting outside your door while you be good all the time"

"I'm trying not to get killed here" I scoff.

"That spices things up thoughhh" he whines back, pouting his bottom lip. It's ridiculous and what he's saying is insane, but it keeps the smile on my face for the first time since I was kidnapped. It doesn't last long though, and my good mood is dampened by him reminding me of home. I stab around my food, shovelling the last of it in my mouth. I keep silent, hoping that for once someone would take my hints. And then he starts poking me.

Poke. 

"Hey Rosemary."

Poke.

"Hey Rosemary."

Poke.

"Hey Rosemary."

"Sapnap if you don't stop touching me I'm going to put this fork through your throat." I snap, hoping my aggressiveness shows him I'm not in the mood for him anymore. Unfortunately for me, Sapnap seems to take graphic threats of violence affectionately. His grin just grows even wider as he stands up and claps his hands together. 

"I knew there was a reason Dream liked you so much."

What? I'm stunned by the news as he flounces past me. I swivel in my chair, mouth hanging open. 

"Wait Sapnap- SAPNAP WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" I holler after him, but he closes the door behind him, cackling evilly. I'm left sitting in this chair again, completely stunned. Dream doesn't like me. Dream likes getting too close and make me uncomfortable. Dream likes the power he has over me and subsequently L'manburg. He likes that I'm useful to him. He doesn't like me. 

I shake my head, trying to clear it. It's too much. Him and Eret and the betrayal and the way Dream makes me feel. It's all too much for me to deal with, the conflicting feelings that just leave me confused and lost. I lean back in my chair, massaging my temples trying to block out all the noise. 

For the thousandth time, I just wish I was back home. 

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A/N Hey so I actually really don't like this chapter, but I thought I would get something out. I've rewritten this heaps of times and it never feels quite right, and I don't like the way it flows. But that could just be me being pedantic because I'm hypercritical of my own work whoops. 

Anyway, aside from the theatrics, I have a good plan for the next chapter that I'm excited to write, and I have a feeling you guys are going to enjoy! Next chapter mainly focuses on Dream and Rosie, and their interactions! I won't spoil too much...

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