When Dream first laid eyes on his soulmate, watching as the color poured into the world around him, filled with hues he wasn't allowed to see until now, until he met his predestined love, Dream was happy. That seemed to drain, though, as his soulmate, vivid and beautiful, covered in a glow of color, tells Dream something that makes him stop dead in his tracks. "I already have a soulmate." - Or, Dream wants to be with George, his soulmate, so desperately, he'll do anything to keep him in his life, haunted by the fact he was late for this, late for the love of his life. - !Warning for Major character death!

"It hurts, doesn't it," George muttered quietly, his voice drifting slowly through the air as he sat beside Dream, eyes cast up towards the starry night sky. Dream turned his head just enough to take in the side of George's face, eyes searching questioningly as he said, "what hurts?" He saw the corner of George's mouth tick slightly, heard him exhale a quick breath before his head turned, eyes dropping to meet Dream's as he quietly answered, "it hurts being in love with someone who doesn't love you back." OR Dream is hopelessly in love with his best friend, George; except George doesn't feel the same. Cover art by lustlilywander on Twitter 💞

Dream is a masked murderer, and George is a bored college student who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. *I won't be putting TWs for every chapter, only where I think they're absolutely necessary so please keep in mind these possible TWs: swearing, drinking, drug use, violence/blood, character deaths, NSFW, smut. *Cover art by Ju1ceInMaPants :] **A big thank you to @uaremypoison for titling this book! 💕

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ For as long as he can remember, George has been part-cat. Hiding himself away from the world and his crush is hard enough as is, but what happens when an unexpected trip to visit Florida to see his 'friends' threatens to let the cat out of the bag, in more ways than one. cover by liwri_art on insta ฅ I am not shipping them as real people, only their online personas! If anyone in the story later states that they are uncomfortable I will remove it immediately! ฅ Best Rankings: #5 in cat [Aug. 19, 2021] #2 in gay [Aug. 22, 2021] #1 in dreamxgeorge [Aug. 23, 2021] #2 in georgenotfound [Aug. 24, 2021] #3 in dnf [Aug. 26, 2021] #1 in gogy [Sep. 3, 2021] #1 in gream [Sep. 28, 2021] #1 in dreamwastaken [Oct. 13, 2021] #1 in georgewastaken [Jan. 16, 2022] #1 in secret [Aug. 27, 2022] #1 in dreamnotfound [Dec. 28, 2022]

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

Two of the city's superheroes fight villians and protect the city whilst keeping their true identities a secret. They cannot even know the names of each other, their faces disguised by their magical jewels. Dream is a flirty, cocky and impulsive hero with a sword and a smirk, never failing to cast witty and flirty remarks at his partner. GNotFound is clever and calculated, and can't stand being near the flirty masked hero. Exams, friend groups, crushes, fights and prom should be their main stressors. But George and Clay barely have time to sleep, let alone focus on anything else. None of that stops George from crushing hard on his classmate, but Clay's heart seems to be somewhere else. Perhaps with a certain masked hero he secretly spends nearly every day with. Neither can escape the responsibilities on their shoulders, and they can't tell anyone their problems. The only person that could possibly understand what they are going through, is each other. But they don't even know who that is. Which is Super inconvenient. Cover art by the amazing @toasty_plum on twitter Inspired by Miraculous Ladybug (but entirely different plot) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ also on ao3 under same user no smut long chapters third person CW and TWs mentioned each chapter