❝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

Dream learns three things when a man falls out of the sky and lands in front of him: 1. Normalcy is relative. 2. Guardian angels exist, and he has one named George. 3. He really needs to come up with better pick-up lines.

WARNING: Some chapters contain triggering subject material. Reader discretion is advised. I, defelala, wrote this fanfiction. If you see anyone else posting this fic, or using it's cover, please let me know. Dream has feelings for George, and he accidentally confesses whilst recording a video. 💖 Sapnap approved 💖 (He read this and thought it was cool) Cover by: Nical/Cricut tysm

!!!READ TEXT BACK FIRST!!! WARNING: Some chapters may contain triggering/disturbing material, and depersonalization. Reader discretion is advised. George dies after an awful car crash on his way to pay his boyfriend Dream a surprise visit. Moments after his heart flatlined, George suddenly wakes up in Dream's house. He must then get accustomed to life as a ghost, though the tug towards the light in his gut gets stronger with each day that passes. Cover by: @Wholesomeships AKA Uncanni enjoy💖

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. ||