murd3r, very little mention of drgs
also george is not colorblind, enjoyy!!
george and dream stood off to the side of the grand villa, near the food tables. dream was stuffing his face with a fancy eclair and george had his eyes narrowed and scanned the place.
he eyed the enormous, yet extravagant chandelier, glistening and sparkling like the champagne that every guest was enjoying. they lingered about, conversing in their spiffy clothing. most of the men were suits while all the women wore showy and revealing dresses.
george wrinkled his nose in distaste. he hated rich people.
apparently dream noticed his soured look and wrapped one of his arms around him, spooking the shorter male.
"dream! what are you doing, you idiot."
"why so bitter, georgie? the view is nice, ignoring the fact that we're about to assassinate a mafia boss." dream joked, feeling relaxed and calm around george.
the brunette slightly shifted, sinking further into dream's embrace to dream naturally.
dream turned red under his black silk mask as george relaxed into him and buried his face into dream's chest.
"what're you doing georgie?" dream asked, trying to as nonchalant as possible. i'm definitely not freaking out and having gay panic in a mission like what the fuck who would do that
''i'm tireddd, can we just go back and do this another day.." george whined.
dream nearly fainted at george's face. the shorter male had closed his eyes, his soft pink lips set in a pout and his eyebrows furrowed in irritation.
he was seeing an angel, dream was very sure of it.
dream hesitated, then pulled george into a soft hug. george relaxed even more and buried his face in dream's chest. he loved dream's hugs. he would never say it, but it always felt like a soft blanket was enveloping him a bubble of warmth. closing around on him and taking him away to the home of safety. a reassuring feeling that he would be fine and everything was okay. it made him feel calm, and comforted inside. it made him feel like he was at home.
wherever dream was, that was home.
"enough pda, ew." he mumbled, even though he had different ideas in his mind. he shifted his head away from dream's chest. dream frowned immediately, already missed the feeling of george being in his arms.
"george, i still want to hug." he pouted.
"don't act like we're not here to kill someone," he rolled his eyes, lowering his voice.
they started laughing quietly, only so each other could hear. their warm tender laughs only meant for each other. their giggles slowly died down as they stared into each others eyes. george got lost in those bright, verdant eyes. their vibrant leafy color was filed with life and always seemed to be lively.
dream stared back, equally lost in george's eyes. the warm, rich, enchanting brown stared back. his mocha eyes that seemed to always stop on dream, and nobody else. he felt giddy inside thinking about the fact that george always saved that look, that stare, only for dream. for clay, for dream, whatever.
only for him.
their staring contest was interrupted by a waiter coming by and politely asking them if they wanted any more champagne. the both blushed bashfully and sputtered, giving their thanks when they took the delicate flutes of golden bubbles.
george checked the time. 11:58 pm. in probably less than two minutes, he would take the boss into a more secluded place to kill him. dream noticed the look on his face and said, "well, let's drink on the death of a mafia boss!" he said, smiling his charming grin.
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dnf oneshots
Fanfictionum idk cute dnf au's n oneshots thanks so much for reading <33 pretty much finished unless i get a motivation to write.. beginning - nov 26, 2020 break - may 3rd, 2021 end - september 25, 2021 revising - september 17, 2022