'Never trust a survivor until you learn what they've done to survive.' Thousands of years into the future, after the bomb that caught the world at its weakest, when zombies rule the cold nights and weapons rule the days, when your only chance of survival is killing, and when your government is basically destroyed: Dream is a loyal follower of the current president, leading a well-known group alongside the notorious fighter Technoblade. Living a life of fame and comfort, (At least, as comfortable as one gets in this world) it seems the talented, clever man has nothing to worry about. Or so he may think. George is living under the radar, his incredible skills with the bow and arrow just barely keeping him alive. On the run with his best friend, Sapnap, and finding things he wasn't supposed to, George isn't sure what to do anymore. He quickly learns that not everything is what it seems. Started: 11/9/20 Completed: 12/27/20

George is hopelessly in love with Clay, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings. Clay is concerned and confused about why his friend is avoiding him. High school first love, plus a sprinkling of drama. Dreamnotfound, Skephalo... If you enjoy a slowburn, you'll like this one. ___ High school AU (Contains other Minecraft Youtubers) ___ TW // blood, panic attacks, PTSD, gun violence, anxiety, swearing, sexual references, underage drinking. It's a hoot __ Thank you so much everyone for 1 Mil reads! Feb 2, 2021. It's unbelievable, thank you guys <3 #1 in homosexual April 25, 2021 I feel accomplished even tho its kinda a dumb thing lmao

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

Clay is a misunderstood Slytherin, and George is a judgemental Ravenclaw. What happens when they go from hating eachother to having a strange understanding of one another, forming a spark?

The obligatory musician x fan fic that nobody asked for. This is in no way meant to be taken seriously - all respect to the boys - and I will take it down if I'm asked to. If any of the boys read this then.... I hope you get a laugh out of it. Unofficial DNF chat, this one's for you. ------------------- George had been a fan of (Dream)ing Of The Disco for longer than anyone could remember. A6d's incredible guitar, BadBoyHalo's amazing backing vocals, Skeppy's jarring percussion and Dream's.... well, everything. George would claim to be unbiased vehemently, saying he loved each of the - very attractive, in his opinion - band boys equally but Nick could confidently tell you otherwise. Too many "but have you heard Dream's voice?" and "but Nick look at him!"'s haunted his dreams. Which was why he was currently walking to George's house, two backstage concert tickets tucked away safely, swearing to hold this over George's head forevermore. If only he could have know the chaos that would ensue.

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

"why do you always do that?" he scoffed and looked at me in confusion, as if he didn't know what I meant. "do what?" "act like you care." ----------------------------------------------------------- !! i made the cover photo !! dreamwastaken x georgenotfound -this is fiction -respect them -clay=dream !! ik theyre cool with shipping, but if they were to ever express any type of discomfort with it i will take down this book without hesitation as well as my other books !! the last thing i want is to see them lose their friendship over this :(( pls be respectful to them and dont shove the ship in their faces, dont be weird in their streams and dont ask weird questions in their donos. its disrespectful and inconsiderate, theyre human beings. let them live <3

george is a sought-after model with his pale skin and dainty figure. dream is a wealthy upcoming photographer with a special eye for details. ~~~ major content warning; includes smut and other sexual themes. - word count: 46268

It's one thing flying out to another country and spending a week in your best friend's home, but it's another thing if you're in love with said best friend. That's a whole different story, but luckily, that's what this story is about. -------- Cross-posted from AO3 under the same account name. My friend Pi drew the cover for me and I'm so blessed!!! Please check them out on Tumblr: https://prettyinaccurate.tumblr.com/ and/or Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/prettyinaccurate/