DNF//ONESHOTS

only bought this dress so you could take it off [PT. 1]

a/n: i am legitimately am so excited to write this BECAUSE ITS SUCH A GREAT IDEA. ive been listening to a lot of taylor swift and my second favorite song made by her is dress. and THE LYRICS ARE JUST DNF (or fanfic generally) MATERIAL. beautiful piece of work, kudos to her.

also, not me using her masterpiece of a song into a minecraft fanfiction.. shh guys don't say anything. anyways..

dedicated to: people who're passionate about something they love but can't express it because they're afraid of being judged for it. this is your safe space, baby! feel free to rant or talk about whatever!

(i actually look through every single notification i get, and ill probs respond to your comment about ranting, so don't feel bad that you did all of that for no reason. go ahead, babe).

summary: (sort of england, regency-era au where being gay wasn't a crime?? LMAO) The ball was tonight, and George and Dream needed to look their best. George goes to the boutique and buys a dazzling dress, it's bound to turn heads in any room he walks into. But the only head he cares about is Dreams.

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only bought this dress so you could take it off [ PART ONE ]

before we start, slight warning that this is a long chapter!! remember to take breaks in between queues and parts, it's important to rest for a few seconds and drink some water :)

Paper slipped from under George's front door, catching his attention from his emerald green armchair. It looked to be an extravagant piece of paper, being thick and written in glistening ink that sparkled in the sunlight. He put his book down and walked over towards the unexpected paper.

Clarke's Ball, Sun's day afternoon, the title in big, shimmery gold ink. The rest read the dress code and guest list.

George turned over the paper, "Clarke's Ball, hm. Guest list..," he read down to his name and read the rest out of curiosity.

"Sapnap.. and Karl, wow, they're a thing now?.. Quackity, Wilbur, me, Puffy and Minx..", he continues. "Dream.."

His eyes widens and his finger tracing across the names suddenly stop, "..Dream?" His hand covering his mouth slightly.

"Well shit..," he forms a smile. Clarke's Ball. The Clarke's Ball with Dream.

Clarke's Ball was one of the biggest balls held in London. Only the rich and higher middle-class folk were invited, and George being a well-known engineer in the 1900's gave him the ultimate free pass. Dream was a popular man too. But he, on the other hand, did almost about everything. Singing, engineering, mechanics, acting, and mostly being the talk of the town. Most people you run into in London have swooned for the man, Dream, at least once or twice before, or for George's case, most of his life.

They were mates, though. And great business partners. Their last invention, Manhunt, was a total hit and scored them into even bigger leagues. They even got to meet the Queen Niki for their outstanding popularity. But.. other than that, they never really talked about anything else. Not even the possibility of.. being together. Dream wasn't that kind of man, but George wished he was.

George slowly set the invitation down, "If Dream is there..," he thinks. "Then I have to look drop. Dead. Gorgeous."

- queue to the boutique shop -

George eyed a dazzling, deep ruby v-cut dress. It was shoulder-less, it was a trend nowadays, and had a leg slit. Most women in this era wore this when in combat, surprisingly. The leg slit was initially for a hidden dagger, but George's hidden dagger was-