꧁𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕_𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤꧂

iv.

"in this universe, IRL manhunts are allowed. when george is assigned with dream in a manhunt, george believes that dream is going to kill him. it turns out that dream just wants a cuddle buddy."

warnings- bad language 

idea made by— vinnieley

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George took in a deep breath, holding the iron sword close to his chest as he readied himself to be attacked. His heartbeat thumped against his chest as he backed up against the cave's wall, closing his eyes and trying to readjust them to the dark. His chest tightened a little, lungs trying to take in as much oxygen as they could. He felt so cold, body shivering as he continued to keep his attack stance.

He raised his sword, his hands shaking visibly. He heard footsteps, slowly getting louder and louder. His breath hitched as he heard the man he had grown to be best friends with speak in his low voice, like his voice itself was smirking at him.

"Oh George~" Dream murmured. George held his breath, hearing a sharp object scrape against the side of the cave's walls. He felt himself shake.

"Come out, come out.." Dream murmured again. He heard the footsteps fade away and sighed, his breath coming our in a white cloud of air.

"Oh George, you don't need to be scared.." Dream says. George screams as he turns around, ready to swing his sword as he stands before a tall man with a circular mask, which contained a drawn out and derpy smiley face on it. Dream held a pocketknife, a giant green hoodie accompanied with a simple pair of black jeans and sneakers.

George closes his eyes and gets ready to accept his fate. Just do it, just do it.. just do it, just do it, just fucking do it!

What surprises him is hearing Dream sigh and hold him, the pocketknife dropping to the ground with a gentle clink!

"Georgie, you're so adorable.." Dream giggles, easily picking up the smaller boy and holding him in his arms. 

"What—What are you doing?!" George shrieks.

"I'm holding you. You're so cold.. You shouldn't be cold." Dream huffed, peppering George's face with gentle and warm kisses. George's face burns, his ears turning red. His nose and cheeks were already a dusty pink from the cold. Dream slips the hoodie over George, but still continues wearing it. He can feel George cuddle up to him, his arms wrapping around his neck and his face buried into the white t-shirt that Dream had on underneath.

"Let's get you home, Georgie." Dream murmurs, continuing to hold him as the both of them head home.