dnf oneshots

partners in crime

bye i just reread this to see hwo much i improved and i just realized how shitty this was it's so bad😭 - GOOD THING I REVISE!!!

maybe gore? gunshots and slight mention of pr0sitution, rap3 drgs and illegal things lol

please read at your own risk!! (i also changed their height a bit)

enjoy

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george and clay sat in a limo, being driven to a large mafia party.

george was wearing a white dress shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned and liberated, along with a blazer that went just below his slim hips.

a fedora sat on his dark chocolate colored hair, and a white bandit mask covered his warm amber eyes. a pair of white silk gloves went with it to match with the mask.

clay was wearing the classic all-black suit, and wore a black mask similar to george's. he also wore gloves, but they were black silk instead of a white silk. his hair was left free of gel and flowed freely.

the two were on a mission. their goal was to assassinate the top mafia boss who deals in illegal drug trafficking and heavily influenced the line of prositution.

the thought of the poor, innocent women getting taken advantage of made both of them want to murder every one of the bastards who were involved in it.

you see, the two were working for the CIA and FBI. they were included in many missions to shut down illegal drug transfers in warehouses, factories, and basically anywhere. they were counted on to investigate, break down, solve, and find a resolution to any missions. it was their purpose. 

and they were highly efficient in their job. 

but one thing that was noticed between co-workers and friends, were that clay and george had a very tense relationship. if they were both in the same room, you couldn't help but notice the suffocating tension between the two. 

george was 6 feet. he was shorter than most of the mission workers, but he was the most resilient and resourceful out of all of them. his strategy and plans were like no other, and succeeded nearly 100% of the time. if it didn't work, he would make another improved, and an agile plan on the spot easily. his sharp eyes and ears often helped.

clay was was 6'5, being one of the tallest workers. he was quite tenacious, and was heard to have trained for days straight at a time. yet, he always moved with such grace and agility you wouldn't even have comprehended it. he could fight for on and on, never seeming to get exhausted. you'd be considered insane if you weren't intimidated by him. 

george and clay had a complicated relationship. many rumors were spread about them having an affair. they were called the "psycho duo".

they often had missions together, every one of them having a tense atmosphere. if you were with them, you would be stuck with endless flirting, fighting, teasing, etcetera.

now back to the mission..

the limo paused abruptly, which shook both the men from their spaced-out state. on their mission, from now on forward, clay was no longer clay.

he was dream.

clay was the amusing guy at work, who would make you laugh and would brighten your day and have you smiling for a while. 

dream was the guy who everybody was afraid of. the tall, menacing beast that intimidated everybody with his abilities and size. 

no one quite knew where the name "dream" came from.

but, george saw dream and clay as the same people. he never noticed that dream was softer on him, more protective, posessive even. dream treated george the same as clay treated him. and george saw him the same as clay.

clay appreciated it. a part of him resented how people were instantly frightened just because he had to be professional. the other part, though, enjoyed and relished the power and authority it gave him. 

they both stepped out of the limousine, and dream held the door open for george with a wicked grin on his face.

"for you, m'lady."

george sighed in exasperation.

"you are such an idiot."

"i'm your idiot though, am i not?"

george could only roll his eyes and step out, with the 6'5 giant towering over him. dream noticed instantly.

"wow, didn't notice you were that short."

"shut up, i'm actually considered tall, you asshole."

dream could only grin then began guide them both into the crowd in front of the colossal, white marble villa, grabbing ahold of george's hand gently.

dream immediately noted that george's hand was tiny compared to his, as he watched george's face become slightly crimson at the contact.

they both looked at the enormous, mahogany doors, and stepped in.

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hi guyss
just imagine them both super bad ass😎 dream would be like the all black hot police fighter dood and george would be the super hot investigator
thats such a good combo tho i love 🛐
anywayy byeeeeeee!
love, cho

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