What happens when a bounty hunter is offered a lot of gold to kill the Kings son, but no ones has seen the prince since he was 8? What happens when said Prince manages to slip past the kings men and run away from his home? What happens when the two meet by chance without knowing who each other are? And what if they happen to fall in love? This is my first DreamnotFound fanfic and also like my second time writing a fanfic at all. I apologize if I get some things wrong. Also I ship these two respectfully and you should do the same. They have both expressed they dont care about people shipping them or writing fanfics so dont attack me for this. Enjoy! Number one in shipping on march 26th 2021!!! COVER ART DONE BY MYSELF (t/w blood, fighting, knifes, swords, uh bounty hunter stuff idk stay safe <3)

Dream needs a way to get out of he's life in florida, but the problem is he has no money. So what is the smartest choice to rob a rich person duh. Little does Dream know he well be bringing a little friend with him or does he maybe he gets caught. Read to find out

"I promise you. I promise I'll come back." He promises, George thinks wistfully. He promises such a thing- to offer George with his word on something, to uphold it. It's as if he's saying that he'll give the world to him, just for him. But somewhere is the lingering thought in George's mind is that he won't come back. That the cruel war that had riddled their land will take him too, and he will be left wonted and worry worn. George shivers at the thought. "You promise?" That you'll come home to me? And as if he heard those unspoken words. Dream beams at him. "I promise. You won't even notice that I was gone, my love." George releases a wet and broken laugh at the cheesy pet name. Dream does too before pulling him back into his embrace. They stay there for a bit. The war can wait. "I promise I'll be waiting." (or, the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes.) ORIGINAL STORY ON AO3 (@Qekyo)

Clay's fingers are slick with a thick dark liquid and his gun is missing from its holster. "George." He whispers, knife falling to the ground. "Get away from me." George sobs as he presses his back against the wall. "I'm sorry." Clay says softly, and grips George's collar with a white knuckled grip. ----------- NOT MY WORK!!! This is by 'purplesunsets' on Ao3 I put an Ao3 fic on here because lots of people don't know how to use it (me lol) or know about it :) COVER ART BY 'kornflaeke' ON TWITTER