𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

|𝟙𝟚| 𝕊𝕠-ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

Trigger warning: a kabedon,,, kill me now,,  

The room was quiet. All of the people inside were either smiling awkwardly, face palming, or staring agape at the figure by the door. Tubbo broke the tense silence with a rather suspicious cough that sounded to be covering a word between it. Philip raised his eyebrow at him. Tubbo shrugged and turned to the previously mentioned masked figure; looking as wary as a sheep being confronted by a peace-keeping lion. 

 "Why in hell's name is there a hero here?" Sapnap face palmed even more. George cleared his throat, motioning for the guy to come forward, into the dim, red light from the lanterns. 

"Wellllll... Not hero anymore. Guys, meet Dream." Dream waved at the group of villains, probably regretting all of his life decisions. Techno surveyed him with squinted eyes, his nose wrinkled in distaste at what he saw. 

 "This must be a nightmare..." Philip muttered, finding the situation almost humorous. A hero? The hero? Working for him? 

 Dream agreed— in his head. Though, there was no way to make a worse introduction then he already had. The pink-skinned man in the corner, clearly, already hated him, the short and young-looking brunette wasn't trying to hide how much he was confused if George was insane for bringing him to their base, and the one introduced as 'Sapnap' was sporting almost as much disappointment in his face as his sister when he said he pissed the bed that one time. 

 "Sooo. Can I make him a different costume? No offence, but the bright green kind of totally gives you away. Also, it looks like piss to George." Maia piped up from on the couch, already picking out a darker shade of green and matching it with different pieces of fabric. George smirked at Dream, eyeing him coyly, before laying down next to where Sapnap had just sat. The ravenette's arm curled over George's shoulders like it was nothing, just a casual gesture of an intimacy they shared, and pulled him closer. Something bubbled up in Dream's stomach, burning like a potion over a cauldron, and his arms started to itch. He forced himself to turn his gaze away from the two. The way they looked at each other made his heart ache, such genuine understanding and love in their eyes. A vein in his knuckle twitched. His nails bit cruelly into the skin of his hand, not hard enough to bleed, but the amount of blood drawn isn't always a measurement for how much something hurts. 

 "You angry, love?" Maia had stood up and was now at his side, just the slightest bit behind him, and spoke in a whisper. "George and Sapnap seem pretty close..." He looked at them again. George was covering his mouth with one hand, eyes crinkled at the corners and body shifting as he tried to keep in giggles. His other hand was intertwined with Sapnap's. Jealousy made his blood boil, but he tried to ignore it. 

"Good for them. You gonna interrogate me for secrets on PIP?" His voice and face were rigid, too uneven and choppy to be even slightly believable. Maia shook her head disdainfully. 

 "We don't need your story to know what's going on. If we didn't, you'd be already dead, six feet under before you even made it past the door." He didn't doubt that. Maia's face was hard and unreadable, a thin scar on her neck that looked like it was from a jagged blade. The one with white wings and a black halo gave a cold aura and blended into the shadows, he was trained to be stealthy. The one in a gold crown and with pink hair radiated power, it was clear he was muscular simply by the way he stood. The entire group looked like they could survive anything. 

"Then what do you need me for?" Dream didn't get to hear her answer. He was focused on George. Specifically, the way his smile grew mischievously before he kissed Sapnap on the cheek.Dream had to restrain himself to wait until he could talk to him.Alone. 

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 It had only been ten minutes since the introductions. 

Ten minutes of envy stirring in his gut. Ten minutes of watching George sitting far too close to Sapnap. Ten minutes of finding himself silently grateful for the mask he put on so he could openly glare at Sapnap without anyone noticing. Ten minutes, that he didn't pay attention to, ten minutes he wished never happened. 

 While Dream stood against the wall like the edgy loser he was, Maia took his measurements for a new outfit. It looked Halloween themed. Black turtleneck underneath a dark green shirt with an orange face on it. The face had triangles for eyes, and he was fairly sure they glowed in the dark. She also gave basic information on what they wanted him to do, and he would realize later how cleverly she was avoiding giving away anything crucial, leaving him with only vague instructions and wide statements. 

 After he was asked for questions then given no time to say anything, they showed him his room. It wasn't overly nice, but not total garbage either. He barely registered anything in it. Same red lanterns (they obviously had a theme going on), a small desk, a made bed with a heavy quilt, and a dresser.He would be fine staying here. They, of course, didn't trust him as much as you would trust a dog with it's tail between its legs, but it wouldn't be absolutely unbearable to reside here, and they would warm up to him. Eventually. 

That all took ten minutes.

 As soon as he could poke around for himself (at least, that's what they said he could do, but he knew they actually meant for him to sit down and shut up) he took off his mask and made eye contact with George from across the room. George faltered for half a second at the ✨intensity✨of his eyes, flicking his gaze to Sapnap before having his composure restored and grinning. He stood up and left through a door. 

 Dream followed him, not even trying to be discreet, mind static confusion of being both jealous and angry at himself for caring. The doorway led to an even more dimly lit kitchen, the space holding a couple of tables and cabinets, smelling of spices and jams. George stood leaned against a tall chair, twirling his hair between his fingers. 

"You wanted me?" He did. Still does. He wanted him more that to just talk, though. He wanted the intimacy the two lacked. It did him good to admit that. 

"Maybe just a little." It could have been the red-tinged lighting, but George looked like he was getting the slightest bit pinker. Dream smiled, noting the way George subtly played with the hem of his shirt when he was nervous. He thought it was cute.Mainly, he just thought George was cute. 

"Do you now? All to yourself? Do you not like sharing?" To himself? Dream didn't think of it that way. George wasn't an object and they weren't a 'thing'. Even if they were, he was free to hang out with whoever he liked. Dream just didn't like George kissing Sapnap. Or anyone else than him, really. Though, George was playing with him, so he might as well go along with it. 

"I don't share what's mine." He leaned over the table that was between them and kept his voice low, almost breaking into a fit of giggles when George choked on air. He was definitely going red now.  

"Wow— um, alright, cool." George was stuttering. As much as Dream liked the intimidating and strong villain Georgenotfound, and the flirty, casual George, he liked the red-faced, adorable George in front of him much more. He just seemed so much more genuine. 

 "So you'd be mine?" Dream was only half joking with the question. Sure, this was mostly for fun, a casual thing, but he did want to know. George covered his face with hands covered by too-long sleeves.So Dream, being one for sealing the deal, backed him up against the wall. 

"Come on, Georgie." He was playing a fool's game, pretending to be dominant™️ when, in truth, he cared so much how George would respond. Too much, really. Who gives their hearts to people they've only just met, to people that break out of jail by smooth-talking guards? Stupid people. But he couldn't help it. 

 He was stupid for George.

I DIED WRITING THIS LMAO BYE—