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“ Fundy, don’t be like that,” Dream told him, he had told him this so so many times, it was becoming tiring and the words don’t even sound right at this point.
“You know I love you.” Those words. Those words struck Fundy the most, always took him out of the fight and made him melt into a mask’s hands, a manipulative son of a bitch, they say.
Please, please, get me out of this hellhole. It’s all on loop, isn’t it? He thought everytime that they fought and made up, he was so sick and tired of all this.
He was sick and tired of Dream manipulating others, he was so sick and tired of Dream constantly running off to whoever knows who, Eret, Punz, George, Sapnap, it was always the fucking same. Never changed, he never changed.
Dream pulled Fundy into a hug, his warm embrace, but the cold touch at the feeling when Fundy knew that it wasn’t real, that it was all for fun and play and to get under L’Manburg’s skin.
Please leave me alone, Dream, please just end all this, please let me go. Fundy had told himself multiple times in somewhat of a hope that Dream would somehow read his mind and let him go, but it never happened.
“You don’t love me, Dream.” Fundy managed to spit out, no, not spit out, managed to sob out and cower in fear.
Dream breaks out of the hug and stares at Fundy, the stare was cold and threatening but then his expressions soften and he starts laughing.
Fundy looks up at Dream, trembling, his entire face is shrouded with fear. This isn’t the Dream he once knew, the Dream he had once asked out and married, it’s an entirely different person.
“You’re so funny, Fundy, c’mon, don’t joke like that.” Dream chuckles and Dream has a smug look under his mask, (Either that or Fundy needs more sleep because he’s hallucinating that he can see the expressions under his husband’s mask).
“Please stop fucking with me like this, Dream!” He pleaded, as though it wouldn’t do anything. He was merely just a puppet in Dream’s play.
“Fundy, I’m not playing with you, come here.” Dream gently said, his voice was ragged but it was softened, it was like a Siren trying to call their prey to them.
“You exiled my family member! You exiled Tommy, how can I forgive you for that? How can I forgive you after all that’s been going on right now?!” Fundy shouted, making Dream more aggressive than usual.
“Because I love you, Fundy! Now, shut up and get over here!” Dream yelled back at him and he whimpered.
Don’t fall for it, Fundy. This has been going on for too long. He thought, he repeated it over and over in his head, but it didn’t work. He found himself walking, limping maybe, over to the green man’s arms.
The moment that Dream is able to grasp Fundy, he grabs Fundy’s jaw roughly. “Listen here, Fundy, I love you, alright, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Fundy nodded, intently listening onto what Dream was saying, trying his absolute best to believe it all, but he knew it was a lie. The harsh grip on his jaw was hurting him, he felt like his airpipe was closed out and his jaw was about to snap.
Dream grinned at the sight of Fundy whimpering, in pain, and he gripped it harder making Fundy wince out, “Oh. . . . But you are so very pretty.” He purred slowly in Fundy’s ears.
Fundy tried moving his head out of Dream’s grip but he had no luck, his husband’s grip on him was too strong for him to escape out of. He wanted somebody to just save him, to get him out of this place, and all this time he hoped that George wouldn’t object at this wedding.
They suppose that you have to be careful about what you wish for, think of the consequences.
Dream loosened his grip on Fundy’s jaw allowing Fundy to jump back quickly and stumble upon the ground, “Would you look at the time?” Dream laughed.
“It’s time for bed, c’mon now, Fundy.” Dream motioned for Fundy to come up, and Fundy obeyed, there would be harsh punishments if Fundy were to disobey.
“Fundy, you are aware that I love you, right?” Dream asked him on the way to the bedroom.
Fundy looked at Dream with glints of terror in his eyes, as if Dream was a monster, (not saying that he isn’t), and nodded slowly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Fundy, I really don’t want to, it’s just the way you act towards me.” Dream continued on his sentence, Fundy listening in, trying to block out the noises.
Just nod and smile like Wilbur told you to.
“I love you, alot, you mean the entire world to me. I mean, I don’t know what I would be doing right now if it wasn’t for you.” Dream whistled, trying to make his love confession sound sincere, and to Fundy’s ears, he didn’t know what to believe.
Probably killing someone or trying to manipulate someone else. Fundy said, in his head, though, he wasn’t looking to get harmed even further.
“You are my husband, and I only want the best for you.”
“What part of husband means abusing and manipulating. . .?” Fundy murmured under his breath making Dream’s cold glare turn on him.
“What did you say?” Dream hissed.
“Nothing, I’m sorry.”
They started walking faster to the room, “Again, I love you, Fundy. Please believe me. I wouldn’t be wearing the ring you gave me if I didn’t.”
“You’re not even wearing the ring.”
“What do you mean?” Dream questioned, pulling up his sleeves and displaying a golden ring with two gems on it, one green and one orange.
This surprised Fundy. He could’ve sworn that he saw Dream putting down the ring and throwing it away in the trash, he didn’t know that he was actually wearing the ring.
“You’re. . . . You’re not lying? You’re actually wearing it?” Fundy stuttered, his eyes still wide open from the shock.
“I would never lie to you, Fundy. Now, c’mon, let’s go to sleep.”
Fundy nodded and forgot all about the abuse and manipulation he went through, he forgot about all the cheating and lying that Dream did to him, he forgot about everything and started up a new perspective.
For the seventh time.
Dream grinned knowing that he’s got Fundy wrapped under his little finger again, knowing that Fundy is willing to do whatever he will insist him on doing until it all happens again.
“I love you, Fundy.” Dream whispered in his ear as they laid down in the bed and wrapped the blanket around themselves.
“I love you too.” Fundy smiled, unaware, once again, that he was being manipulated and fooled like always.