Heavenstruck (Guardian Angel AU)

A Team

tw: thoughts about the events of chapter 6

Dream had never felt like more of a mom in his life, and he had lived with two younger siblings.

"Dude, move!" Sapnap said, nudging George out of the way with a classic shoulder check. "I'm carrying two plates, idiot."

George glared even though Sapnap's back was turned to him. "And I'm carrying silverware, dumbass. You don't want me to drop a fork right on your toe, do you?"

"For all you know, that's exactly what I want."

"Oh, really?"

"Guys, I was really clear about this," Dream sighed. "Set the table without killing each other."

The two fell silent, but the air between them was still stony.

Was this how his parents felt when he and his siblings were still young? Did his mother sigh this much when he pulled on his sister's pigtails? Did his father get those wrinkles on his brow from having them furrowed every time Dream and his brother fought for a turn on the computer? He needed to apologize to his parents.

But after he dealt with this mess.

... It would be so much easier to just ignore it.

Dream picked up the spatula, then sighed as the two entered another argument.

It had been less than twenty-four hours after they had first officially met each other, and Dream was already used to their bullshit.

*

Setting George and Sapnap against each other in Hypixel duels in Minecraft in an attempt to keep them from murdering each other hadn't worked, but admittedly, George's screams whenever Sapnap killed him in-game made up for all the trouble Dream had went through the entire day.

"This is bullshit," George said, fumbling with the mouse. "I haven't played on this server in three years!"

"Still uses 1.8 mechanics, you boomer," was Sapnap's response as he smirked at the screen. He had a few hearts on George. "You're losing against ol' Sappy Nappy's laptop play. How do you feel about that?"

"I'm only losing because of Dream's stupid username and e-boy skin."

Dream glared up at George from his phone. "Hey, DreamonPVP was an awesome name for a preteen to come up with. And I'm gonna change it soon, so stop judging me."

God, he had a fifty-four winstreak in dueling, last time he checked. He couldn't remember if choosing to duel a certain person counted against his winstreak. All he could do was hope letting George use his account (after his had been terminated by a friend? Did Mojang do those kinds of services for the deceased?) wasn't an awful decision. But judging by how George (on Dream's computer) was losing against Sapnap (who used Dream's bed as a mousepad and used a crappy, crusty laptop), it was probably one of the worst decisions he's ever made.

"George, more like... wait," Sapnap said, his brows furrowed. "Wait, no."

Dream clicked his phone off, then set his sights on Sapnap's screen.

Sapnap gasped when an arrow went flying past him. By the time he had gathered his bearings, George was closing in on him with a sword. "I got too cocky," he said, swinging back as he walked backwards. He slammed his mouse on the bed when the victor of the duel was announced as George. "I got too cocky!"

"Yes!" The grin that had sprouted on George's lips as he cheered was bright, radiant, sunny. The air around him seemed to glow just a bit from the sheer joy shown in that smile.