Idk If U Read Any Fanfics But Have You Got Any Angst Sander Sides Recommendations?

Heyy I was wondering if you have any, preferably long, sick!George dnf fics??? Idrc if they’re wips !!

i've already recommended a lot of sickfics -> here

hi! i'm looking for a fic that had a lot of the dsmp cast as background characters. the gist is that dream, a human, moved into a new town that had a nightvale vibe. he really liked george who turned out to be a leviathan. the fic had a pretty high word count and a nsfw sequel that took place during christmas, or another part to the series that did. in one of the parts of the series george turned into a lizard and dream had to take care of him lol. thanks!

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hi! i was wondering if you had any fluffy story driven hybrid fics? preferably with dog boy dream and catboy george but any are super welcomed!! thanks a lot !!

this post has some from our good friend dnfao3tags, and this post also has some sfw ones we've previously recommended!

Vxndetta writes some incredible fic on ao3, if anyone wants sappy pining dnf in love go check out their stuff :)

ty for the rec!! here are some of their fics!

Meant just for you by Vxndetta

“I’ve– I’ve wanted to marry you since we were kids. I’ve wanted to marry you since you taught me how to tie my fucking shoelaces.” Dream lets it out all like it’s his dying words; nothing holding him back. “I think about you all the time.”

“Yeah?” George asks, just to hear it again.

“All the time."

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Or, a REALLY soft and sweet story of two boys talking about their future after a midnight drive.

Midnight calls, sunset views by Vxndetta

“You should never be nervous around me.” George’s voice, curled with an accent, is closer than ever before. “You– you know what this is right?” He asks, when their hair almost touches, faces a breath away.

Dream nods, because he thinks he does. He thinks it’s the start of a new life, a new time, in which distance is a mere memory and longing is long-forgotten. He brings his hands to the brunet’s waist, clutching the loose shirt like it’s the only thing tying him to this bed. Stars glow on the freckles of George’s cheeks—he’s that close.

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Or, in which George takes it upon himself to make a home in Dream's covers and Dream falls harder and harder in love.

I'm falling for your eyes by Vxndetta

“Dream?” George calls from his spot on the blond’s bed, casually scrolling on his phone.

Dream types away at his desk, not looking away from his screen. “Yeah?”

George stares back at him, eyebrows quirked like he’s got a question on the tip of his tongue. “Do you think if you kissed someone and cracked your neck, they could, like, hear it?”

Dream’s face goes a little red at the thought. “Uh, I don’t know.” The hair on the back of his neck rises.

“Well,” George sits up, tossing his phone to the side. “Can we try it?”

The blond whips around. ”What?”

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Or, in which George has a lot of questions that weirdly involve kissing, but Dream supposes one experiment couldn't hurt. Or two. Or three thousand.

I'll keep stealing, breathing him by Vxndetta

An invisible force tugs him closer, closer, closer.

Dream seems to understand. Perhaps the desire is clear on his face. The blond lets out a shaky breath and his eyelids fall closed. George curls his fingers around Dream's chin and tilts his head down, leaning forward and pressing a barely-there kiss just below Dream's right eye. And as if returning the favour, he purposefully remains for longer than necessary.

As George moves away to kiss the spot right between his eyebrows, Dream opens his mouth and speaks.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

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Or, a REALLY soft and sweet story of two boys finding each other in the dark of a candlelit room.

It's the thought of you that slightly scares me by Vxndetta

Hooking his chin over his best friend's exposed shoulders while said best friend's hands roam his open torso is not clarifying anything. It might even be making it worse. The George-sized cave in his chest grows larger, even though he has him right here, in his arms, in his lungs.

“George?”

“I’m counting.”

“It's twenty four.” He needs his full attention. “Humans have twenty four ribs.”

George grumbles in response. “Spoiler.”

“Doesn’t this scare you?”

George falls silent.

Dream fears he just ruined everything.

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Or, in which George arrives in Florida and Dream's skin itches to be felt against his. His mind tells him that's not normal. He gives in.

Hi!!!! Could you help me find some fics where dream calls George baby or babe or something sweet when they are just friends and then they get together or idk I just want dream calling George baby a lot as friends then they find love🥰 please please

the spaces between words by effervescentwolf - Mature

“You should’ve seen him after we finally talked about you moving here.” Sapnap smiles at the memory. “He kissed Patches and he kissed me, on the cheek,” Sapnap adds with a glance in his direction, “and then he immediately called his mom and told her while pacing around the living room, and she knew, you know? Mom instinct.”

“Knew what?” George whispers. Sapnap looks at him for a second.

“He gets touchy,” Sapnap says, but George understands it’s his way of answering his question.

“I once asked him if he had feelings for you.”

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or George ever so slowly allows himself to be completely and utterly in love with Dream.

break my heart again by jaycee418 - CW Cheating

The man in the door frowns. “What? No, I—who are you?” He points a manicured finger accusingly at George.

“His boyfriend, actually.” George cocks an eyebrow, inviting this random twink to challenge him.

The twink in question curls his stupid, glossed lips into a pout, turning to Aaron. “Boyfriend? You told me you broke up with him.”

//

Or, 3 times someone cheats on George and 1 time someone shows him his worth

starlight, starbright from sweet dreams series by sadiehour (akapeterman)

“That’s twice tonight, baby,” Dream murmured, placing a gentle hand against George’s back. “You okay?”

George whipped his head around to stare at him, his eyes clear. “What?”

Dream froze, his own half-asleep haze melting away as surprise etched its way through his veins.

“Oh, hey, George.” He tried to sound casual as heat rose to his face and his ears burned scarlet. “Sorry, I thought you were sleepwalking.”

“You thought I was what?”

or; 4 times George sleepwalks, and one time he's still awake.

pain gets hard but now you’re here

— dnf, rated t, 3.3k words

george’s new year’s eves: 2021 vs 2022

WHERETHEFUCKISMYHAT

A long (80k+ words) fic that you recommend?

Super by Lottiara

-note from mod sparkle, this is very very angsty and made me cry (read the tags before xx)

- Two of the city's superheroes fight villians and protect the city whilst keeping their true identities a secret. They cannot even know the names of each other, their faces disguised by their magical jewels. Dream is a flirty, cocky and impulsive hero with a sword and a smirk, never failing to cast witty and flirty remarks at his partner. GNotFound is clever and calculated, and can’t stand being near the flirty masked hero. Exams, friend groups, crushes, fights and prom should be their main stressors. But George and Clay barely have time to sleep, let alone focus on anything else. None of that stops George from crushing hard on his classmate, but Clay’s heart seems to be somewhere else. Perhaps with a certain masked hero he secretly spends nearly every day with. Neither can escape the responsibilities on their shoulders, and they can’t tell anyone their problems. The only person that could possibly understand what they are going through, is each other. But they don’t even know who that is. Which is Super inconvenient.

Like Magic by KangarooKen, Serotonin103, Xeniality ~ Ongoing

“Don’t you get it?” Dream said to him in an excited whisper, eyes alight with joyous realization. “You—you’re magical, George!” “What does that mean?” “It means you’re like me!” When George first met the tall, freckled child who called himself Dream, he thought the other boy was bonkers. Strange clothes, a foreign accent, a closely-guarded secret — what was George supposed to make of his new next-door neighbor? Despite the newcomer’s strangeness, the two boys quickly forge a friendship. George soon realizes that he and Dream have a lot more in common than he first thought. //Dreamnotfound Hogwarts AU//

Walls by 24notfound

He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.

When George is finally able to visit Dream in Florida, they start to face a lot more complications than they'd anticipated.

Read Between the Lines by hayloftown

-I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH, WILL ALWAYS RECOMMEND (but defo read the tags cuz it gets angsty xx)

The unexpected of parenting meets the uncertainty of love. Dream has to learn how to balance building a relationship from the ground up and his kids as he faces a new school year, new coworkers, and new drama. Or, in which Dream is a parent who is a little too interested his kids’ Kindergarten teacher.

Order 73 by merlotmylove

“Did you seriously just call me a prick? Last I checked, you dumped coffee on 𝘮𝘦.” He glares up at me with angry eyes before rising to his full height, stepping closer to me. I look down, senses filled with his extravagant cologne and my sweetened coffee dripping off the silk. ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯   Or// Dream is a self-made millionare struggling with a company growing faster than he may be able to handle. George is months away from getting a doctrate, working at a coffee shop for some semblance of peace. A very expensive and sticky mistake later, their lives entwined more than either of them welcomed.

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!

LINK TO FIC :F

have u got any soft, gentle, living together fics? I don't mind smut

you're right here now and i think you'll stay by womanhunt - Mature

Softly, he begins speaking. “You did so good, love.”

Dream should ask what he’s talking about, but he knows George. Knows that he isn’t just talking about him listening in the bathtub. Knows that he’s talking about everything they’ve done together in the past few weeks, and how overwhelming it all has been for Dream.

Suddenly, at the words, Dream feels tears filling his eyes. Before meeting in person, he’d never known George like this, and it was terrifying.

Soft, earnest, and nothing but sweet and gentle to him. Gone was the poking in an attempt to get a reaction, or the name calling filled with endless affection. Left in its place was only sweetness endlessly overflowing through every single one of his actions. It escaped in every look he sent to Dream, and in the way his giggles seemed full of mirth. It escaped in the way his voice inexplicably softened when it was turned in Dream’s direction, and the way his touches were all gentle and explorative in a way that Dream never thought to anticipate. He’s different here; he’s different for Dream.

what it is to gain (and love along the way) in lovesick series by effervescentwolf

“You’re sweaty,” George says, “but I want to touch you anyway.” He removes his hand and then leans down and kisses where warmth still lingers on Dream’s chest, lips gentle as he kisses as close to Dream’s heart he can get without opening him up. Dream can feel it deep in his chest regardless, so deep within him it warms him from the inside out.

“I think I love you,” George whispers against Dream’s skin. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” Dream breathes. “Nothing’s wrong with you.”

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Or Dream is sick. George just really loves him.

Be Hungry For Me by ivegivenuponyou - Explicit

It starts in the kitchen, as all lovely things do.

It starts with Dream, 3 pounds of roughly sliced yellow onions in a deep saucepan with three tablespoons of butter, and George.

or: a collection of moments where Dream and George fall in love in the kitchen.

starlight, starbright from sweet dreams series by sadiehour (akapeterman)

“That’s twice tonight, baby,” Dream murmured, placing a gentle hand against George’s back. “You okay?”

George whipped his head around to stare at him, his eyes clear. “What?”

Dream froze, his own half-asleep haze melting away as surprise etched its way through his veins.

“Oh, hey, George.” He tried to sound casual as heat rose to his face and his ears burned scarlet. “Sorry, I thought you were sleepwalking.”

“You thought I was what?”

or; 4 times George sleepwalks, and one time he's still awake.

Morning Glory by ollieeyes - Explicit [Archived]

Because Dream knows George, knows him in caustic laughter and the way he pokes fun at anything that’s been deemed fair game, knows him in reserved bouts of affection and silent acceptance of when people try to show him fondness. It’s not that George is uncaring, but that he’s determined, rough around the edges, fiercely independent and intensely private.

But in Dream’s house, his bare feet padding on Dream’s stairs, his hands grasping Dream’s glass, George doesn’t seem so distant anymore. It seems that he’s sitting right here on Dream’s chest, forcing himself to be noticed. That he’s climbing into Dream’s skin to share the same space with him.

After years of skirting around his desire, Dream realizes he might have a thing for George’s softer side.

melt your headaches, call it home by womanhunt - Explicit

One of the first holidays that Dream spends with George is his birthday.

Of course, it isn’t technically the first holiday they’ve spent together. There were entirely too many holidays, in Dream’s opinion, spent stuck in Discord calls with nothing but each other’s voices for company. He remembers spending birthdays, Christmases, Valentine’s Days stuck talking to George from across the ocean. As time went on, celebrating felt pointless. Holidays became drab and dreary, and he no longer found himself looking forward to them. The wait for the visa dragged endlessly on and on, and everything in his life seemed to lose purpose.

That was until the beginning of August, when they finally got an update on the visa for the first time in months.

Or, a look into Dream and George spending each of their first holidays together in person.