Freedom from their Nightmares(DreamNotFound fanfic)

Freedom from their Nightmares(DreamNotFound fanfic)

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Clay, or as we all known being "Dream"----had been in the prison for a long time... He tried every ways to escape but none of them worked.. But one day, he managed to break out of the hellish place he got into with the help of his new puppet named Zenothryx-----a half phantom half human boy whom he foresaw. George found out about the news that he got mad to the point he himself, decided to take dream's life into his own hands no matter what will be the consequence awaits for him... until he knows why dream did all of that, can he still do what he has supposed to do-----or he will listen to what his heart says?? Protecting Dream with all of his life?
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Dream starts to develop feelings for his long term best friend when suddenly they decide to meet. Will seeing George in person make him fall in love or only serve to drive him away? More importantly... how does George feel about him? "You need to stop right now before you give me a heart attack," I said. I could see him softly bite his bottom lip which affected me much more than I care to admit. "George," I breathed. "Bite your lip one more time and when you come over I'll punish you." His eyes widened and his breathing changed just like mine had. "And what if I want that?" he asked, smirking. "George," I warned. "I'm fucking serious." I asserted. I saw his breath hitch and he bit his lip once more. "Fuck," I breathed. How was he this attractive? "And what will that punishment be?" he asked slyly.

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