Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

The Boy Who Loved Stories

Summary:

George was born in 1943. His parents split and he moves to Florida with his mother. while there, he befriends two neighborhood boys and they become inseparable. This is their story.

"all the stories have already been written." He said, tears running down his face, blending in with the cold rain.
He felt the younger man brush his fingers along his jawline until they stopped underneath his scruffy chin. Slowly, he lifted his head until their eyes met.
"Don't you understand George?" Dream said with a sad smile.
"We aren't a story." This story takes place in the mid-late 1900s. I did my best to portray the time period correctly but don't be offended if something is incorrect or inaccurate. LOL

George was born in 1943. He grew up in a small village called Peaslake where he spent most of his days playing in the large fields with the other neighborhood children or attending services at the local church with his mother.

When he was nearly 12, his father ran away with a younger woman from his office. George's mother moved them to America soon after. Whenever he asked her why she had chosen Florida of all places, she never failed to answer with a smile and the simple explanation of wanting a fresh start. (George never failed to tell her that he wanted a less cliche answer, but alas, he never got one.)

After the small family had finally settled into their new home, George was quickly approached by the other children in the neighborhood. For the first few months, George was constantly surrounded by people who always wanted to know more about where he had grown up and what he was doing in Florida. Once the novelty of being the only small British boy in the neighborhood wore off, George often found himself alone. Not that he minded. He surrounded himself with stories and lived an endless number of lives, went on countless adventures, and fell in love over and over again.

One day, George was hiding between a stack of books in his favorite bookstore, lost in a new story he had picked up, when he heard a small, "Hello." He looked up to see a tall blonde boy, smiling wide and missing one of his front teeth. Behind him, a boy who looked to be around George's height, with green eyes and scabbed knees.

"Hi," George said, returning the blonde boy's smile.

"That's a good book." the boy shared.

George looked to the boy behind the blonde who was repeatedly flipping a bulky Zippo lighter open.

"You really shouldn't do that in here." George blurted quickly. The boy squinted his eyes before saying, "I don't remember asking." George's cheeks turned a bright red as he slammed his book shut.

The blonde rammed his elbow into the shorter boy's ribs, who let out a small "oomph" and then receded behind the blonde once again.

"Just ignore him." the blonde said before raising his hand and leaning in close to his ear and whispering, "There isn't any lighter fluid anyway, he just thinks it makes him look like a badass." As the boy leaned away George felt a grin spread across his face. He bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep it contained but failed.

"I'm Dream," he said, stretching his hand out to George.

"Your name is Dream?" George asked, eyebrows raised as he accepted the boy's hand and shook lightly.

"No, but that's what you can call me." Dream stated with a mischievous grin, "That's Sapnap," he added as he removed his hand from Georges and pointed at the boy who was now carelessly climbing the treasured bookshelves.

"I'm George." he said before continuing, "He seems awfully reckless."

"He doesn't mean any harm." Dream responded, his eyebrows creasing as he turned to look at Sapnap looking almost... protective of the younger boy.