Protective || DNF Fanfic

✐Chapter Two

Occasionally he would have nightmares, but that night he slept peacefully. He would love to say he didn't get nightmares because his beloved boyfriend had been there the whole night, but even some nights with his boyfriend, he would get nightmares.

But, waking up from the peaceful sleep, he couldn't be more happier. He was safe within Dream's arms. Dream had fallen asleep, arms wrapped around the smaller yet older boy.

He smiled softly and pressed his face into his boyfriend's chest. Dream, starting to wake up, smiled a bit. Now, Dream's face was a sight not many people were able to say they saw. But George saw it.

Underneath his mask was a beautiful face, he had dirty blonde hair with small freckles that scattered across his face. He wish he could tell what color his eyes were, but he couldn't.

Though, the reason he had hid his face wasn't simple. It wasn't like he was insecure of his natural beauty. But instead something far worse. George wished he knew what had happened to him.

How did this happen to him? He was so strong, it seemed impossible. Something, out there, could be stronger than Dream, and Dream was infamous for his abnormally strong powers.

And that scared him, he was a second tier. He couldn't defend himself, Dream constantly had to jump in to keep George from getting hurt. Because the higher tier you are, the higher tolerance you have to pain.

Not only that, higher the tier, the less likely you'll get hurt. Something like being punch could fatally hurt a first tier, but not even make a fourth tier flinch.

So, looking at the deep scars that littered Dream's mouth really made him wonder. How did this happen?

But his thoughts were interrupted by something hitting his forehead. His boyfriend had kissed him.

"You were spacing off." Dream smiled.

George smiled, he swore those smiles were contagious. "Oh sorry. I'm just worried about you."

Dream frowned a bit, and George swore he could feel his heart crumbling. Just like his smiles, his frowns were contagious. He could make a whole room sad by frowning. Or just being there.

"I know, but I'm fine. You know that, right?" Dream asked, sitting up a bit, pulling George up as well. And George let him.

"Yeah I know, I just can't stop worrying about it." George sighed, it wasn't wrong, was it? He was just looking out for his boyfriend.

"I know, don't worry. I won't let anybody hurt us." Dream gave him a hug before getting off the bed. George nodded, already missing the warmth his boyfriend gave off.

Eager to get it back, George stood up as well and followed Dream. Like a kicked puppy following his owner for safety. That realization reminded him how he does lean on Dream for safety.

He related to that phrase too much huh.

George sat down in the livingroom as Dream walked into the kitchen. Pulling out his phone, George scrolled through social media. And pretty soon, the air was filled with the smell of someone cooking.

People all over the internet was talking about Dream, of course. Of all the terrible things he has done, the latest shitty thing he had done, which was hospitalize a fourth tier. He had overheard some fourth tier on the phone saying how much they hated Dream and George.