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He winced as he entered their shared apartment, the loud blaring of the television reaching his ears. All the lights were turned off, only the soft white glow that emanated from the living room showed him just exactly where his fiancé was. He held the cake in his hands, trying not to smile before making his way towards Dream. He walked carefully, knowing that even the slightest of noises could alert his fiancé to his presence. With such a busy week Dream’s been having, he thought it best if he caught his beloved off-guard with a little gift to show his affection and love.
The stench of fresh lemon permeated the air the moment he entered the living room, holding down a giggle at the sight of his fiancé laid on the couch, a police report in hand. The blonde’s hair clung to his forehead, beads of water still on his skin. Fundy wouldn’t be surprised if Dream had forgotten to towel off before heading back to his work. His poor fiancé really did tend to overwork himself. Fundy ducked down, crouching low to the ground and praying that his clumsy nature didn’t get the best of him and wound up with him crushing the cake. He moved towards one edge of the couch, his fiancé’s legs dangling off the side in an almost careless manner.
With the news blaring in the background, Fundy stood up, screaming in that high-pitched tone that would scare anyone if they were to hear it. Dream yelped, falling off the couch in a startled heap, hands surprisingly reaching for something on the table. Fundy smirked down at his fiancé.
“Did I scare my Dweamy?”
“Fundy…” Dream breathed out, head turning towards the table in utter frustration. Fundy raised a brow, placing the cake on the one part of the table that wasn’t cluttered with papers. Before he could gain a glimpse, his fiancé moved the papers away, crumpling them towards the couch. He rolled his eyes. Right, classified secrets and all that. His eyes turned away from the reports, focusing instead on the television, a news anchor speaking mostly about the increase in stocks and whatnot. Fundy didn’t really care. “You’re early… I thought you wanted me to pick you up.”
“Yah… But I wanted to surprise you! You’ve been so busy lately and so stressed… so I bought a cake! Not chocolate, I swear!” His fiancé raised an eyebrow at him, distrust clear on his face. He tried not to pout, turning towards Dream who hadn’t moved from the floor. He wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist, burying his face in the other’s neck. Fundy snickered before pressing a soft kiss on Dream’s neck, the man shuddering underneath him. A hand placed itself on his forehead, gently pushing him away. Fundy whined at the loss of contact, “But baaaaaaabbbbee!”
He frowned, flopping uselessly against his fiancé’s chest as Dream reached down towards a clump of papers. Fundy raised a brow at the relieved smile that appeared on the blond’s face, growing even more baffled when Dream held up the remote control. His eyes turned towards the news, shivering when the report changed to a ‘breaking news’ segment. The screen displayed the visage of a dark alley, a censored blur in the middle of the image. Fundy didn’t need to hear the news anchor’s word to know what the news was about. “Due to a string of gruesome murders, all citizens within the country are encouraged to not stay past the national curfew. This has been implemented for the safety of all citizens. To recap, as of recent, the serial murderers一”
The television moved on to another channel, a strange show about parkour with the combination of being hunted… Fundy did not understand what that was all about. He turned to look at Dream.
“It’s out of your jurisdiction, babe. I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with this case.”
“I just need to be ready in case the murders reach our city.” Dream sighed, arms wrapping Fundy as his fiancé pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I don’t want you to worry about that… okay?”
“Dream, babe, I doubt they’d ever go to our city. Not with the infamous Dream Wastaken prowling streets.” Fundy giggled, melting into his fiancé’s warm touch. Much to his dismay, Dream didn’t seem encouraged by his words. If anything, he only seemed to hold Fundy closer to himself, pressing a kiss to the top of his ginger curls. “Hey… Nothing bad is going to happen, yah? Besides, I have you to protect me. Just let it go, Dream. It doesn’t concern you and me.”
“...I truly wish it were so, star.” He huffed at his fiancé’s insistence, pulling away from the warm hold that Dream held in. Fundy looked towards the vanilla cake, the lime green frosting looked absolutely horrible, but it was his fiancé’s favorite color. He could only hope that Dream didn’t insist on wearing a lime green wedding dress to their wedding. If he did, Fundy would have to wear a bright orange just to mess with him. Dream whined as Fundy moved away, following after him as arms encircled Fundy by the waist. He rolled his eyes, turning in his fiancé’s grip. Dream’s bright forest green eye stared at him in pure adoration, a kiss pressing against his cheek as his fiancé’s eye fluttered close. Fundy hummed contentedly, fingers curling around Dream’s hair as he let his fiancé pepper him with kisses. Dream began to move to his neck… “Fundy…?”
“Hm…?”
“I love you.”
Fundy smiled, “I love you too, Dream.”
There's a crowd by the flower shop by the time Dream arrives.
He sees the shards of a flower pot, the stain of blood against the white tile floor... He weeps.
His love was gone.