George Henry Davidson, Earl of Marleigh prefers horseback riding and hunting over balls and dances, but when he comes dangerously close to losing his estate he will have to leave his adventurous life behind to become a proper gentry, and the pretend lover of a handsome Duke. *This is a Dreamnotfound fanfic, featuring other Minecraft Youtuber ships. Don't like it don't read it. *Trigger warnings will be posted on chapters if needed As always be free to point out any mistakes in the comments, and do forgive me if I mess up and forget to use old English.

Karl is a soft, careful, sweet boy who is renouned for being unbelievably innocent. His life consists of clear lip gloss and nail polish, good grades and designer clothes. He is planning to be a Poet. Sapnap is an extreme menace. He doesn't come from a good home, and is known to literally BURN people he doesn't like, he hangs out with a group of delinquents 24/7. who would have guessed they'd end up together?

Where George, the beloved school president and head cheerleader, ends up falling for Dream, an attractive zombie, and the very same thing he had pledged to hate. art by ennvees

"I don't care about anything like I care about you. Not even this kingdom. My place is with you." -- Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic. George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

Dream's a total nerd, he's pop-punk and has no business in the tiny homophobic shit hole he calls high school. Pretty much no one knows he exists, and the people who do, hate his guts. No surprise there, he's a self-absorbed ass hole with a cocky personality. George, on the other hand, is rich, popular, and has been dragged into football since he was in middle school. If he got caught even looking at Dream, it'd be social suicide. *Smut warning* *Cuss word warning*

ʟɪᴇʙᴇꜱᴛʀᴀᴜᴍ (ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴ) ~ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴀᴘɴᴀᴘ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪᴛʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ɢɪꜰᴛ. ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢꜱ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟʟ ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ. ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ?

Karl is a broke art student and someday as if by chance, he is saved by a position as a security guard at the local art museum. Enthusiastic about the part-time job, Karl underestimates the complexity of it, because already during his first shift he notices strange things going on in the museum at night. Especially the two statues named Sun and Moon attract his attention.