thieves and princes// crimeboys // crimeduo

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woowowowowowo georgebur chapter :0 /hj

q: favorite album?

a: probably 'No Left Brain' by James Marriott or 'Pebble Brain' by LoveJoy!!

!!ALSO PLS READ THE A/N AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER (you can read it after reading the chapter btw!) !!!!

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George POV:

I shivered, walking up to the hut that was on the on the single hill, the forest almost consuming the wood house in complete darkness. 

I leaned on the open windowsill.

I saw a tall man, laying on some clothes. He looked sad. I was sad.

I wanted to help him.

Wilbur POV:

"Helllo..?" I heard a soft whisper, someone shaking me lightly.

"Tommy, why are you hereeee?" I whispered through closed eyes, before realizing Tommy did not know where I lived.

I quickly opened my eyes, sitting up to see a man with short, fluffy, dark brown hair. He looked confused.

"Tommy? Like, the prince?" He ignore the fact he had walked into a strangers house. 

I glared at him.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I'm George. Come with me, I have heating!" He slid his hand down my arm, holding my hand.

I hesitated as he stood up, slightly pulling me.

"George?" I swear I had heard that name.

George POV:

"Yeah, George." I nodded, he stood up, looking me up and down. His face suddenly went red, he started laughing.

I was confused, what was so funny? I could see his nose red from how cold out it was, it was dark outside, but the moon reflected into the house, the stream of light landing on the strange, laughing man.

"Whats so funny?"

"Tommy- tommy thought we- we were dating!" He fell back a bit laughing, but I stared at the man, did I know him?

"Sir, I don't know you." I awkwardly laughed.

"Oh oh oh! I'm Wilb- William!" He had slowly stopped laughing.

"ah, William. Let's get you to my house."

"Thank you, george. I'll explain the story on the way." He trusted me too much. Huh.

Wilbur POV:

I still held onto George's hand as he started towards his own home.

"So, you know the prince?" George asked, stopping for a moment, letting go of my hand.

"yeah, tommy." 

George took off his sweater, handing it to me.

"You must be freezing." 

"Oh, thank you, but I must decline. Keep it for yourself." I pushed away the sweater.

George glared at me. "Fine, I'll do it myself." He placed a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. I struggled against him as he took the sweater over my head. 

"Do the rest yourself." He muttered, he started walking again. I took a swift second to fully put on the sweater.  I caught up to him.

"So, about the dating part." I coughed, starting my story again.

George POV:

"No wonder why he thought it was me." I unlocked my door, allowing Wilbur to walk in behind me.

I looked over at the couch to see Ranboo sitting there, playing a video game.

He looked over to the doorway. 

Ranboo POV:

I looked at the doorway. George was there, a tall man behind him, his hand resting on his shoulder. George's own sweater was on the tall man, it just barley fit him.

Wait. Why is a strange man in my home, following George with his own sweater on him?

Wilbur POV:

"Thanks George. I'll uh- take a blanket? The heatings nice." I awkwardly took off the sweater handing it to George. A younger brother of Georges gaze met mine. He glared at me.

"I am not dating your brother." I put his thoughts into words.

The kid continued to glare at me, looking back at his game after a few seconds.

"Alright." He shrugged.

I would rather freeze then be here.

I think.

George POV:

I ushered William to my room, shutting the door behind me.

"William, your staying here." I noticed how he was still shaking from being cold.

"George, I don't even know you. Its only, what? 10 degrees out?"

"That's the point." I walked over to my bed, picking the softest blanket I had.

"Nope." I heard William open my door.

I hurried after himn.

Wilbur POV:

"Sorry for just walking into your house," I told the kid on the couch.

"Eh. It's alright." He kid responded.

I paused, before opening up the door leaving swiftly.

George POV:

I turned to Ranboo as the door shut.

"did you just, let him leave?" I still held the blanket.

"Yeaaah?" Ranboo just looked at me.

"Oh, okay." I slumped my shoulders. "Here." I threw the blanket on the couch next to him.

"uh, thanks?" 

I ignored him, walking down the hall, opening up my door, it felt as cold as that mans departure. And himself.

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a/n: okay genuine questions what are you guys thoughts on georgebur?? (georgenotfound x wilbur soot)

cuz i personally like it, but if you guys don't, i wont write about it!!

and don't worry all of the chapters will not be georgebur :)