- Dream is an assassin, George is his target Will Dream manage to compleat his mission? - Royalty/fantasy AU - Swearing, violene, depictions of blood, flashbacks to trauma, suicidal thoughts. This is a diffrent ending to the original story by @oh_dreeeam please read the original before reading this one. I am only re-writing the ending and its not an ending you expect, dont get fooled :) please do not hate i have asked for permission before writing this! NOT FINISHED

Dream and George had always had an unspoken chemistry. Their relationship over Discord, Twitch and TeamSpeak had always been flirtatious, until Dream suggested that George book a flight to Orlando to visit him and Sap and the flirting became real... NAME CHANGED TO 'SWEET DREAMS' TO AVOID CONFUSION!! (Cover art by @Laikoski on Redbubble)

George is head over heals in love with Dream. George didn't realized the feelings may be mutual tell an accident happens, causing Dream to make a spontaneous decision. They learned things about each other that they never knew before. Learning the true feelings they had about one another. This story is about love and setbacks, but mainly Dream and George. This story is mostly fluff with a little bit of smut. This also has some TW in it. I marked all the sensitive topics, let me know if I missed any! I have a sequel to it called 'I Adore You More' Cursing!! I'm pretty new at writing so any positive feedback or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!!

Heat Waves but George's perspective.

Dream is assigned to Prince George as his personal guard, but immediately hates the way George thinks so little of his royal title. Meanwhile, George struggles with his own emotions and is terrified of becoming King because nobody believes that he can lead. He pushes people away and doesn't want to let anyone get close to him because the last time he did, he was left heartbroken, but he slowly finds himself thinking about Dream more and more. George grew stiff, not wanting to address the situation earlier. He scoffed. "What is this, a costume party?" "No," the man spoke. "I just don't ever take the mask off. Not even for you." "Is that any way to talk to a prince?" He glared. "You're just another employer, don't think that means you have my respect." They had barely met for a minute and he was already getting under George's skin. He clenched his fists hard, digging his nails into his palms, trying to stop a possible overheated first conversation. "Well, at least tell me your name" "Dream. You can call me Dream."