DNF Oneshots

Warmth

This'll be a short one but I'm in the process of writing my longest oneshot I've ever written. And I'm also planning another long one. (Both I will push out for before Christmas, and on Christmas I'll upload a Christmas special.)
Sorry for the inactivity, you know what it's like for fanfic writers...crazy lives.

- Friends to lovers (but it's open ended)

George knew Antarctica would be cold, but he really underestimated the temperature. He thought he would be trained for the low numbers since he was born and raised in England. But he wouldn't let Sapnap win their competition of who can last the longest.

"You're shivering, dude." Sapnap chuckled from the plane.

"'M not." George held back a twitch at his spine "Dream, tell him I'm not cold."

"Sapnap, stop." Dream mumbled, not really paying attention to the two. 

George turned to Sapnap sticking his tongue out "Yeah Sapnap...stop being a nuisance."

"George." Dream warned "Stop being an instigator."

Sapnap leaned towards the other "Yeah George, stop being an instigator."

George pushed him away, clearly unimpressed "Whatever, moron."

"Hey!" Sapnap yelled.

By the time the day had ended, George thought his toes would drop off at any moment. His fingers were purple, his cheeks and nose stained red, his body however was warm — thanks to the five layers he had on.

When he entered the tent, he found Dream laid face down on his sleeping bag, breathing lightly.

"Hey." George whispered, just in case the man was asleep.

Dream shifted in his place to turn and face George "Hey George...sorry, I'm exhausted."

"That's alright, I'm tried too." He flopped onto the sleeping bag that was beside Dream "Today has killed me."

"How come?" Dream rested on his elbow looking over at George.

George groaned "The travel, the stuff we did today...I feel like I've not had a chance to sleep for like forty-eight hours."

"Do you want to sleep for forty-eight hours?" Dream asked, George nodded "Well, when we're home, you're more than welcome to sleep for forty-eight hours."

"I'll take the offer." George smiled laying down fully "I feel dead."

"You look dead." Dream added.

"Thanks, idiot."

George let his eyes close, Dream stared. He didn't mean to, he just couldn't help but feel warm at seeing George's content face. The blonde's eyes were quick to fall closed as he was dragged into dreamland.

Despite only a one hour sleep, Dream found himself brought back to the cold air of Antarctica, ultimately leaving his castle like setting where he was battling a dragon to save the distressed capture.

He was brought awake by the sound of rustling. A rustling sleeping. Dream didn't move though, he didn't want to wake George if he wasn't already up. A loud sigh sounded from beside him which was followed by a pitiful whine.

Dream turned his head to see an unhappy looking George.

"What's up?" He muttered.

George's head span "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, but it's okay. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just can't sleep." George shrugged "Don't worry, I just need to stop moving."