Of Dragons and Dreams (Draumr Kopa/// Dreamnotfound)

Chapter 25- The End

The last chapter, we are going to spend it with some tooth rotting fluff and arguably the spiciest scene I've written (I actually cut a lot of it because it was not the vibe, the whole extended version is Chapter 7 of my Smutshot collection called Crash Dive on Ao3)

Also, something that youtube recommended me today and ya'll might like:
Apparently the author of the Inheritance cycle, Christopher Paolini, plays minecraft on Youtube sometimes! Looks like I was correct about the synergy of these two random worlds, heres a video of his where they built Alagaesia in Minecraft:
https://youtu.be/8WElQrS_aCk

Notes:

I almost cannot believe this is the end, I have put so much time into this fic and I am really proud of it. Thank you all so much for being here, for reading and supporting. I'm choosing to end it here because it feels right, and I have more ideas for the future of my DNF fics.

Cheers to our dragon Rider's, much love to you all <3

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Dream was awoken by the gentle touches George traced across his hair, stroking through the blonde waves as the morning sun streamed in through the window. He could faintly hear the birds chirping, and his heart panged, missing home. Dream let his eyes stay shut, taking a deep breath into the pillow, its softness brushing against his skin in a luxuriously peaceful way. George smiled a little, dragging his fingernails across his lover's scalp gently, and Dream sighed in contentment, shivering a little at how good it felt. This was all he could ever ask for, really, was to have peace, and his dragon, and George.

Dream eventually fluttered his eyes open, squinting at the brightness. George thought it was cute, the way his eyes crinkled, then brightened when he looked up at the elf. "Morning sleepy," George said quietly, a soft smile on his face that wouldn't seem to leave this morning. Dream's grin was radiant, his smile stretching across his face and wrinkling his eyes, the sun seeming to dance off of his freckles. "Hi Georgie," he replied, his morning voice gritty, and George couldn't stop the jump in his chest. "Someone's in a good mood this morning," the elf teased, poking at Dream's chest as the blonde pushed himself up, propping his head on his hand with an elbow on the pillow. Dream shrugged, titling his head slightly "Can you blame me? With such a lovely wakeup call?" George felt his cheeks flush slightly, responding to his partner's flirting. "I certainly slept well," he responded coyly, and Dream raised an eyebrow "Five glasses of wine and a loving boyfriend will do that to you," he smirked. George rolled his eyes, flushing a deeper shade as he remembered Dream's little treat from the night before. "Thank you, by the way," he mumbled, looking down a little as Dream's grin spread, full of pride for himself. "Anytime, George. All you have to do is ask," Dream said, his voice dropping low, flirty. George's cheek twitched as he smirked, getting a wicked idea. "What if I asked now?"

Dream's eyes darkened immediately as he raised an eyebrow "Naughty little thing," he murmured, and George felt his stomach flutter, his spine straightened at the words. Dream was clearly in a much more dominant mood this morning, and George wasn't going to complain. He was sure they had at least an hour before anyone would come looking for them, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to pay Dream back for last night. Besides, they would spend the next half a week travelling, and with a kid nonetheless. So he just batted his eyelashes and smirked, an expression he knew Dream couldn't resist. He was right, and George had the breath stolen from his lungs moments later as Dream rolled him onto his back.

*this whole thing is gonna be spicy so probs 18+ now*

Dream dipped his body low over the elf's, brushing his lips against George's as he spoke. "Now, George, I was so good to you last night. Are you going to play along with me?" he said quietly, his heart already beating hard as he watched George blink at him, swallowing hard as he began to give in. George found himself nodding, despite the little bratty voice in his head, but he was inclined to listen today, inclined to give Dream everything he wanted and then some. Dream's smile was wicked as he brushed the back of his hand along George's cheek, leaning on his elbows to keep himself up. "Mm, good boy," he murmured, and George felt himself melting, his mind beginning to buzz. "What should I do to you, darling?" Dream whispered, a question to himself mostly, but George's mouth went dry at the word Dream used for him. It was delicious, and George couldn't help himself as his mouth moved "Destroy me, please."