DNF Smut & Fluff

Hit The Target (Angst)

Inspired by this TikTok I came across ^^^

Idk why. But Dream wears glasses in this???

TW: Death, Gore, Murder

"What's in it for us?" Dream asked, his body relaxed against the wall. He fiddled with a blade in his hand, he caught his reflection in it. A snug black tank top hugged his body. And a few scars littered his skin.

He looked at his partner, the ravennette was sitting in front of their client. Usually, Dream was the face of this. The one who was good with flattery and politeness. But today he was impatient, rude, and hostile. So Sapnap had taken up the responsibility.

"Why do we need to kill this target? What will we get out of it?"

"Hm," The man thought for a moment. "The man, your target, is a famous painter. One who refuses to sell his paintings to anyone, including me. No matter the amount of cash I offered."

"Okay and? Answer the initial question." Dream crossed his arms. Impatience was overtaking him.

"If you kill him for me, that gives me the opportunity to take his paintings. That's all I really want. Anything I offered him I will give to you instead."

"How much are we talking about?" Sapnap asked.

"You two aren't ones for mystique are you?" The man sighed and thought for a moment. "250,000. As well as the extra paintings that I don't want, of which you can sell for extra money."

Sapnap and Dream exchanged a look. "Okay deal," Sapnap said, holding his hand out for the man to shake.

"This is him." The man slid a photograph over to the pair. Dream immediately felt his stomach drop.

He was gorgeous.

"He's 24, lives on the east end of town. I don't know his exact address, only his workshop address. And I don't think he goes there much anymore, let's just say, I'm not the first one to come up with the idea of killing him."

"What's his name?" Dream asked.

"George." The man spat the name like it was filth. But for Dream, he said it in his head like it was heavenly.

George. George.

Such a pretty name.

"You have one week. I want him dead."

Sapnap and Dream looked from each other to the man in front of them. Then at the same time, they nodded.

...

Despite being killers, the pair both had a fairly normal life. After their so-called 'Work Day', the two best friends went home and ordered pizza. Over food, Dream announced his worries.

"Sapnap, I don't think we can do this job."

"What? Since when do you ever turn a job down?"

"Since today. I don't know, it's just... Seems too out there. He's famous in the artist world. I don't know if even we can get away with this."

"You realize we are some of the best out there? We've gotten away with more." Dream looked down at the picture of George on the table. He had brought it with him in case he had forgotten what George looked like.

The truth was: He didn't think he would ever forget what he looked like.

He just wanted the photo.

Sapnap caught him looking at the photo. Then he grinned. "What? Got the hots for him or something?" Dream faltered.

"What the hell? No. I just don't want to get stuck going to prison. Or getting killed myself."