DNF One-Shots

You May Rest Now, There Are No Longer Monsters Nearby.

a/n: also for background info, this storyline goes as if Dream broke out of prison and escaped to George's cottage in the woods! I planned on writing a full story about this, but I'll post this for now. Let me know if this is something you'd like me to expand upon and continue and I will :) Also im aware that this is the title of another fanfiction, but I thought it was a really cool play on words and wanted to write my own story based on that title, no intention of copying or stealing anyone's work/story, just really liked the idea the title brought me, but thank you and eat up lovelies! <3

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"Druh-Dream what happened?? Why was- what did- why the hell did Quackity attack us like that?!?"

Dream ignored the man in his arms as he carried him hastily inside the cottage, heart pounding out of his chest. The only thing on his mind was keeping him safe, Dream needed to make sure George was safe.

He placed the brunette atop the kitchen counter before frantically scouring the cabinets for the first aid kit. "George jus-just lemme take care of you, ok? I almost lost you today a-and, I can't lose you George, I can't."

George was in shock, overwhelmed by the turn of events that happened in the last 30 minutes. He had so many questions, yet he could barely get his thoughts straight enough to verbalize them aloud.

Why was Quackity attacking us? How did he even know Dream was here? Why did Quackity feel such a strong sense of familiarity as he towered over the blonde and ruthlessly-

Oh.

It didn't take much for George to put the pieces together. He remembered the nights where he would wake up to screaming, racing to Dreams room only to see him thrashing and kicking beneath the bed sheets. Those nights were the most difficult.

On the rare occasions that Dream would awaken in the brunette's grasp, listening to the whispers of reassurance drip from his lips, he would tell George about his time in Pandora's Box. He'd talk about the times that he'd argue pettifully with Sam, or how he'd write short stories for hours, just so he'd have something else to read later. But whenever they came onto the topic of the few visitors he had, especially Quackity, Dream would become cryptic. George could tell something went wrong but never pushed Dream to talk about it, he could sense that all Dream wanted to do was distance himself from whatever went down behind that lava. But even the most cryptic stories can be unfolded over time as more details are revealed. George finally understands, and lets Dream do as he wants.

Dream patches up George. The hands that were calloused from endless battles, hands that have been stained with blood of people from across the server have never touched anything as gently as they touched George. For the first time tonight, George sees the familiar side of the knight that once stood by his side when he was king.

Once Dream finished cleaning and wrapping him up, George tries to push him back to check out the minor cuts and wounds the blonde sustained, but the strong arms that're tightly wrapped around him just won't let him go, literally fighting to keep George inside his arms. Dream completely invades his space, forehead to forehead, he becomes so completely and utterly vulnerable, the presence consuming his every sense broken- now something like a child hugging their stuffed animal tight during a storm. The once ruler of the SMP, unbreakable and confident swordsmen, beaten down to a pile of dust waiting to be blown away in the wind.

How could someone like Quackity break the strongest man he knew of on the server? What did he have to do to the blonde to break what was once unbreakable?