Another Chapter Of IA!! This Is What I’ve Been Working On For NaNo And It’s Been So Fun So Far. Shit

ao3: “behind the door” rating: T warnings: kid sides, some remus typical thoughts, food mention genre: hurt/comfort description: Remus can’t sleep. Anything could come get him. Anything. (day 4:  “Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.” — Truman Capote, In Cold Blood @tsshipmonth2020) 

Remus isn’t afraid of the dark.

He’s not.

He’s not afraid of the Imagination, either. That would be stupid. The Imagination is his playground! His much cooler playground, since his brother’s is lame. All fluffy clouds and stupid little castles and dumb villagers. The only cool thing is the dragon witch, and Remus helped create that. She lives on his side and occasionally visits Roman’s kingdom to wreak mayhem. He giggles to himself a little, tucked up in his bed.

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Dancing in the middle of the woods

This is just some sympathetic Janus and Remus dancing around in the woods.

Demus/Dukeceit.

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In the Imagination two figures sat in the middle of a dark forest with a gap of sunlight shining onto them. It was beautiful. Flowers covered the ground with different and vibrant colours, butterflies fluttered around, the trees were tall but the leaves shined from the past rain. It was mesmerising.

Janus sat reading a book leaning against the tree and Remus sat on his stomach scribbling random thoughts into his book.

This was a rare time for the both of them, peace and quiet with the birds chipping and the wind whistling.

Remus looked up at Janus who was humming to himself with a rare and genuine smile on his face. Remus giggled.

"What?" Janus said, keeping his smile on his face.

"It's cute when you are humming to yourself" Remus winked. Janus blushed a little and Remus laughed.

"Only us from Dear Evan Hansen, nice choice" Remus said.

"Yeah, it's our song" Janus mumbles.

Remus jumps to his feet and snaps his fingers. A radio appeared and started to play Only us. Remus ran over to Janus and held his hand out.

"Wha?" Janus blinked, starring at the hand

"Come and dance with me! The last time we did it was when we were young!" Remus smiled, keeping this hand out.

Janus remembered the last time we danced around. That was when Virgil hadn't left yet.

Janus smiled, "Alright then" and grabbed Remus's hand.

Remus pulled Janus into the middle of the area, they started spinning around, and laughing like children. Next minute they knew they were falling to the ground from how dizzy they were, but kept smiles on their faces.

Remus looked over at Janus who was laughing. His scales sparkled gold. He was beautiful. Remus crawled over to the snake and planted a soft but quick kiss to his lips.

Janus stared at Remus, then giggled and pulled him in for another kiss.

"That was disgusting Remus!" Janus lied.

Remus laughed and put Janus's head onto his lap and stroke through his hair.

"I love you, Jan Jan" Remus said, starring at Janus.

"I love you too..."

Rare times for these two, no panic, disgusting comments or tears. Just calm and happiness...

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I recommend Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen, it is an amazing song and I hope you enjoy this!

a prayer for which no words exist dnf | 11k words | rated mature

angst with a happy ending | past relationships | college au

Every little touch lights George on fire, shades of burning red casting over his senses when he’s in contact with his lover. You drive me crazy. George can’t find it in himself to be mad. I love you like a sixty year-old smoker loves his Reds.

There’s something about Dream that’s so addictive; nicotine infused in those soft lips that George loves to kiss. Last night, he kissed Dream like it was his sole source of oxygen. You breathe the life into me.

Dream is addictive. George proudly lets him flood every sense he has, lets him flood with magma touches until they’ve both gone mad. Did you know that a prayer could be so homoerotic?

A less-than-platonic affair between distance-split best friends causes a whirlwind of feelings, and George deals with them in the most sporadic way possible.

DNF Reclist - Bets & Wagers

— like a secret by findingahome (teen | comp. | 2k)

a shirt and a bet leads to a “soft” launch on stream. 

— it was only a bet (how did it end up like this) by alreadyhateyou (expl. | comp. | 11k)

Dream can admit, he can be a tad bit on the competitive side. He thought he liked nothing more than winning, besting all those against him, believing victory to be the sweetest of all. Dream hates to lose, but finds he likes what George does to him way more when he does.

— nothing the matter with a kiss by jaycee418 (mature | comp. | 5k)

Sapnap bets George he can’t get an attractive blonde at a party to kiss him.

— Recipe for Rivalry by isntitcrazy, miamango (expl. | wip | 15k+ | most likely abandoned)

George, a French-trained pastry chef with an attitude for perfection, signs up for a high-stakes baking competition, failing to predict the cherry-lust rivalry forged between himself and a fellow competitor.

— wanna dance in socks around you by GenOfEve (expl. | comp. | 7k)

George never should have made this bet. But, as he has to deal with the consequences Dream has forced upon him, he can’t help but come to some realisations. Like the fact that he looks damn good in a skirt, for one.

— Of Idiots, Coconuts, and Rain Drops That Shatter by LightNS (teen | comp. | 7k)

Sapnap makes a bet, Dream is an idiot, and George is done.

So I feel like this might be are common request after today, but man I'd love if you guys could rec some christmas fics. The fluffiest stuff you have. Absolute tooth-rotting sweetness. Sickly sugary cute.

Happy Holidays by the way to everyone! Hope the rest of your guys' year turns out great!

i threw in some pure fluff but also a few of my fav xmas related fics! (mainly fake dating bc im WEAK) :] happy holidays (no pun intended) to those who celebrate!

bibingka by furculaed

“Dream,” George says deadpan. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not,” he refutes. George raises his eyebrows at him and suddenly he feels 2 feet tall. “Okay, maybe just a little. But, George, I swear I’m fine!”

“What are you even doing here?”

“Decorating.”

“Decorating… my door?”

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or Dream gets home from a night of drinking and decides to decorate the house.

merry kissmas by myicedcoffee

She gives him an odd look. “You’re an adult, Dream. You’re allowed to sleep in the same room as your boyfriend.”

Dream freezes, and George chokes on air behind him. “What?” Dream says, eloquently, at the same time as George says, “Oh.”

Dream takes George home for Christmas, and they end up pretending they're in a relationship—or the five times they don't kiss, and the one time they do.

so far in running by myicedcoffee

"I bet you a month’s worth of compsci homework and a muffin that you can’t make it through all two weeks of winter break without breaking and telling your mum the truth.'

That's probably the stupidest thing Dream had ever heard come out of George’s mouth, and that was saying a lot, but saying no to George had proven to be an unnecessarily hard thing to do.

So, of course, Dream finds himself looking George dead in the face yet again, holding his hand out to shake on it.

'Deal,' he grumbles, but he can feel the grin tugging on his face, and he knows George can see it too.

or,

Chocolate chip muffins, a bet, and a fake relationship. What could go wrong?

Chasing Snowflakes (Dreamnotfound) by passmethemolly - Mature

After a few careless words, George suddenly finds himself needing a boyfriend for the holiday season to bring to his family back in England. Clay, being the great friend he is, plays along with his friend's crazy plan of pretending to be dating for the four weeks. What could possibly happen?

Mature for language use.

There's No Mistletoe Above Our Heads But I'll Kiss You Anyways by jungkooksfic

“I’d love for you to come George, but you do realize that I’m not out, right?”

Ah, there it is. The fact that Clay isn’t out until his family. A minor detail.

George, before fighting better judgement, says, “we could just pretend we’re not dating?”

Clay has the grand idea to take George home to meet his parents, but there's one teeny-tiny detail he didn't tell them about:

He's gay, and George is his boyfriend.

(Or, Clay and George have to pretend they haven't been dating for nearly two years, and George is a really terrible liar.)

unwrap by luckylikeyou

Dream and George spend Christmas together.

even gayer now, everyone.

“How do you see me, King George?” Dream said, voice gentle and tinted with hope, eyes boring onto George’s as he searched for an answer.

They are the same color as grass, leaves, emeralds, earth… They are not dull.

“Dreamily,” George whispered, but Dream heard, and he lightly laughed.

Oh.

“Was that supposed to be a pun, your majesty?” The knight snickered, tucking a loose strand of dirty blonde hair behind his ear.

George couldn’t mutter a response, caught in a daze as he stared at him and his colors. Dream’s hair seemed even more golden against the sunset, with his cheeks a gentle shade of red, his lips painted with a soft tint of pink, and his eyes seemed as if they had a forest inside them.

Help me, oh heavens.

“Assuming by your reaction, I say they work.” Dream said, squaring his shoulders as he felt quite proud of himself. After a moment that lingered where they only stood and stared, Dream stepped back, spreading his arms as he gestured around the field they were on. “The colors of the world, your majesty. Look at them.”

But I want to look at you.

George could only watch as the knight ran around the field, pointing to different flowers and butterflies that flew by, and at the sight of the knight’s enthusiasm, he felt his own adrenaline suddenly racing through his veins.

And all at once, the world became perfect.

The sky had an abundance of colors, from orange to red and yellow. The field blossomed with a thousand different flowers that varied in colors and patterns, and butterflies hopped from one petal to another. And his knight was the most colorful he had ever seen him.

On the spur of the moment, the world was before him.

Smiling, he embraced the way his heart fluttered.

And from the distance, his knight smiled back. “Do you love them, King George? The colors of the world?”

You are the world.

“I do.”

NEW CHAPTER :D!

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hii! i was wondering if you have any shy George fics?

don't really know what else to reccomend for this trope

— shell by spicyscorpio (teen | comp. | 13k)

College AU in which Dream falls in love with the shy, pretty boy in his art class who seems to always hide from the world.

— ready for you by bathsuds (expl. | comp. | 4k)

under the shower stream, dream fingers george for the second time.

new dnf fic :)

A Breath of Smoke and Warmth

explicit / 9k / getting together / they smoke weed and hook up thats the fic

summary:

It’s growing, this thing between them.

Dream is not blind. He is not stupid. And most of all, he is never not focused on George. So it’s not a hard thing to notice exactly. That their touches long to last, their gazes linger just behind, their words border right on the cusp of sincerity.

With Sapnap gone for the week, the tension is almost palpable, just a hue off of being perceived by the naked eye. So of course Dream expects something to happen.

But he doesn’t really expect it to start with the words it does.

“I’m going to ask Sapnap if I can have some of his weed.”

Protector

Summary: Virgil’s entire job is to protect Thomas, and he takes that job very seriously.  The core sides might argue too seriously.  The core sides don’t know that there are actual dangerous sides he needs to protect Thomas from.  But there’s another side he needs to protect too.  He used to be able to count on help from Janus, who did the job without even knowing it back when he still lived with them.  But now Virgil and Remus are alone, and they have to look out for each other, which means the last thing that Virgil should do is leave his brother by himself.

Too bad it’s not exactly his choice.

Author’s Note: Hey, read the trigger warnings for this one.  Not everything comes up in every chapter, but when it does, I’m not messing around.  Please be very careful with this one if the warnings are something that’s going to bother you, and if you don’t read it, I won’t be mad.

That being said, welcome to my massive love letter to brotherly dukexiety.  These two are such amazing brothers and if I have to write my own monster of a fic to make everyone else see it, that’s exactly what I’ll do.  It’s finished already, so welcome back to your regularly scheduled Sunday morning updates.  Hope you enjoy!

And as a last note, absolutely all the credit to @shadowling-guistical, who was there for me to scream to and who cheered me on and got just as excited about this story as I did the whole time it was being written.  Mishii, I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say this story would not exist without you.

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