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Best hybrid fics?

i got a few hybrid fics in my tags list under george > catboy and dream > dogboy so check that out but other than that not sure if you're lookin for straight up smut or some fluff so i got a bit of both

hybrid dnf

— Syzygy by tangerinehoney (expl. | comp. | 11k)

5 times a cat hybrid and a dog hybrid learn about each other, and the one time they learn together.

— Black Cats Can Spit Back by HyperKittyJCat (teen | comp. | 3k)

Dream spits in front of a black cat who just so happened to be the wrong cat to spit in front of – George gets upset.

— take my heat (and my heart by collapsody (teen | comp. | 6k )

George is having a bad morning, but thankfully, Dream is there to warm him up.

— curiousity killed the cat by luckylikeyou (expl. | comp. | 10k)

Catboy George gains an obsession with knotting.

— Purr by FelisoraBlue (teen | comp. | 26k)

Dream has never heard George purr. He’s heard all his other cat hybrid friends purr. Some are quiet and steady, while others are bumbling and loud like a motor running. But he’s never even heard a whisper of a purr from George. Nothing.

— twitchy wars by souhiyori (expl. | comp. | 15k)

dream gets dog ears and a tail due to an error in george's code. they have some fun with it.

Monthly Fic Roundup - February 2023

so many good ones this month honestly.

leave a kudos and nice comment to all these talented ppl !

— candle-lit sun by findingahome (mature | comp. | 4k)

baths, intimacy, and the kind of love found only in candlelight.

— strike us like matches by tippysleeps (expl. | comp. | 8k)

“Shut up,” George says, again, as Dream scrolls. “You have a spreadsheet,” Dream says, redundantly. His eyes catch on the titles that fill the cells, the columns, the rows, the links. There are even numbers. “You have functions.” He tilts back in the chair, looking up at George. “What are the functions for?”

— like nothing ever happened by Anonymous (mature | comp. | 11k)

Dream meets a sweet guy in the Twitchcon party who, funnily enough, is not very into social media and has no idea who he is. They decide to give it a try, despite how dangerous it might be (for Dream, what it is to expose yourself in any way. For Evan, what it is to fall for someone already in love). On the sidelines, George goes fucking insane.

note: HELP ME i cnt fuckin breath someone actually wrote this

— love by candlelight by snowdreamr (teen | comp. | 9k)

Patience is a virtue, they say. Dream must be the most virtuous man on Earth.

— you got the peaches (i got the cream) by praytell (expl. | comp. | 2k)

A love letter to George's... assets.

— Attachment Issues by youresheesh (expl. | comp. | 15k)

Dream has a one-night stand with George after picking him up at a party, but it quickly turns out he might feel a bigger connection than that...

— Wake Up Slowly (Take It From Me Whole) by sageafk, snowdreamr (teen | comp. | 12k)

“Dr’m,” George whimpers, burying his face further into the pillows, and hugging them close to his chest. He hears the rustle of fabric, of his friend getting out of bed. “George?” He asks, his tone ten times more urgent than before. “What do you need?” “‘M sick,” he mumbles, not even making an attempt to keep his eyes open anymore. “R’lly sick. Help me.”

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

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

— all the words that you said (did you mean them?) by twostorms (teen | comp. | 6k)

Dream gets a head injury—and, consequently, a valentine.

— a fool's guide to guarding a dutiful heart by beforeduskfalls (teen | comp. | 10k)

George learns the ways of love and trust in the ways that Dream is willing to teach him.

— i know you feel the way i do by nervouswaltz (expl. | comp. | 12k)

George watches a lot of porn, but still hasn't had sex. Dream sets about helping him change that.

— sandbox love by sickah (expl. | comp. | 16k)

Dream and George had known each other since they were four, but neither of them planned to become national tennis superstars in high school. The pressure gets worse when they find out that they might have been in love this whole time.

— romantic curses and how to break them by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 18k)

George is cursed, like there’s no other logical explanation. With every wedding invite he receives, it only solidifies his theory.

— circle the drain by twostorms (teen | comp. | 26k)

George makes it to Florida. It’s more complicated than it should be.

— A Breath of Smoke and Warmth by biboyhalo (expl. | comp. | 9k)

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

— from the ground up by Orlaith (mature | comp. | 11k)

George loses his scholarship that allowed him to move across the Atlantic and attend school on the sun-soaked shores of Florida, and he has to fight tooth and nail to get it back. The one wrench in his plans is getting paired for a semester project with the annoyingly attractive blond he spent most of his first semester fighting.

— lovecanthropy by fifishy (teen | comp. | 3k)

Dream and George spend the first full moon together

— lay us down, we're in love by womanhunt (mature | comp. | 3k)

Dream and George spend a soft morning together in Los Angeles.

— you are what you love by 21questions (teen | comp. | 10k)

Five milestones in the development of Dream and George's relationship, and the one moment that really sets it in stone.

— Wheel of Fate Challenge - DNF Favorites and First Times

In this collection, we challenged ourselves to write tropes that we've never tried before or maybe just don't have a lot of experience with. We spun two wheels this time: one with these new-to-us tropes and another with some of our favorite tropes to write. Our fics had to include both of the tropes the Wheels of Fate chose for us. We hope you enjoy these stories. Leave a kudos and comment if you did!

note: make sure to read all the fics in this collection! theyre solid

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.

Contrary to popular belief, it's warm in Antarctica. At least that's what Dream would posit.

Of course, any sane person might call him out on his bluff and attribute the warmth to this more-than-decent shelter Jimmy's got them holed up in.

Or perhaps the hot cocoa he had after dinner has worked wonders to keep him toasty.

Or maybe whatever illness he's plagued with this time has him running hot.

Or it's–

"Uuuurrnnnghhh. Dreeeeaaam."

Dream looks away from his phone to glance at the person laying beside him in bed, or rather, this rickety cot that isn't nearly big enough for him and his long limbs, let alone two people. Not that he's complaining. "Georgieeee," he calls back to the figure beside him. "You bored?"

"No." George keeps his eyes trained on the tinny ceiling above their heads, thinking for a second, before pushing his bottom lip into a pout. "Kind of." Then he rolls on his side and sighs dramatically. "You're being really inconsiderate right now, Dream."

"Wait, why?" Dream laughs a bit, and it's only because he finds George's theatrics endearing (and admittedly, cute). He still genuinely cares about George's feelings, however, so his voice naturally softens when he asks, "What'd I do?"

George throws him a hard look, one that reads a lot meaner than the transgression he's about to point out: "I'm literally laying beside you in bed, and you're not even kissing me."

Heat blooms across Dream's entire face. "I– whuh– y-you're–" At his flustered stuttering, George's forced grimace easily slips into a satisfied grin. The fog of Dream's mind eventually clears and he spits, "I'm sick, George."

"So?"

"So what? You want me to kiss you and get you sick?"

"Maybe." Despite the casual response, Dream can tell how strongly George feels based on the speed of his reply. It makes Dream want to immediately give in, to fulfill whatever dumb desires George might have, though he pauses to give the idea more thought.

"Well, I'm not doing that," he finally concludes.

"Why not?" George bites back.

"Because I don't want to get you sick!"

George's eyes twinkle, clearly affected by the way Dream cares for him, the way Dream's voice softens again in genuine concern. But George masks it with another flourished sigh. "You're just full of excuses, aren’t you?"

Dream scoffs and rolls his eyes, though underneath his hard demeanor is a bundle of excitable energy, still shaken by how forward George is being. "This is an impossible situation. I would kiss you now, but then you'd get mad at me later for getting you sick."

It's the closest Dream has gotten to admitting that he actually wants to kiss George—really, truly does—and it makes George melt a bit, makes him shrink into the nook of his own arm when he looks up into Dream's eyes. "No," he denies, softly now.

The cogs in Dream's brain spin a tad slower at the sudden change in George's behavior. Dream looks over George's figure for a beat longer before he lowers his phone and throws his arm under his head, angling himself so that he can keep George in his vision. "I don't even think we should be laying this close right now," he says, defenses weakening.

"Right, but we have been, so there's no use in you not kissing me if I'm probably already sick," George murmurs.

Dream snickers. "Your logic is soundproof." His face scrunches up. "Er... I mean, foolproof."

George laughs, loud in the current quiet of the room. "Soundproof," he mocks, voice as small and warm as he is physically.

Dream chuckles with him before carefully resting a warm hand above George's hip. Crazy, he thinks, that I can just do that now. His fingers play with the hem of George's hoodie, the oversized Dream merch that Dream is as addicted to seeing George wear nearly as much as George is addicted to wearing it. "You wish this place was soundproof," Dream jokes after the long stretch of silence.

George looks so content in this moment that he nearly forgets to respond. "...What's that supposed to be mean?"

"Oh, suddenly you have no idea?"

"No...?" George says, playing dumb. It might seem legitimate enough if his mouth weren't drawn in a cheeky grin.

They lay there for a while, comfortably still and staring at each other, until George's arm snakes forward and over Dream's side. Dream thinks it's a nice start to a night-long cuddling session, but then he's jolted by George's hand smacking and grasping his asscheek.

Blushing wildly, Dream elbows his arm away. "What are you–! Come here." As quickly as he can recover, Dream pounces on George, rolling the man onto his back and holding him close. They both dissolve into hiccupy laughter as Dream attacks his neck with loud, sloppy smooches.

"Eugh, stop!" George giggles. He barely tries to bat Dream away, face twisted in his widest smile all day. Dream is relentless in burrowing his face in the narrowing space of George's neck. "Stop, you're tickling me!" George happily shrieks. His shoulders are by his ears by the time he can spit out, "You're gonna get me sick!"

Laughing, Dream pulls away. "You're such an idiot," he says, before George reaches up to hold his face between his hands, kiss the tip of his nose, then pull him in for a direct kiss on the mouth.

They both have stars in their eyes when they break away. "I don't care," George says, breathless.

And they kiss again, and again, and again, in all the quiet spaces of this corner of the world and throughout the long travels home, up until George inevitably finds himself feeling a bit under the weather—and Dream still kisses him then, too, because he doesn't care either, and also because he cares so, so much.

He kisses George as much as he can, wherever and whenever. Each time, Dream feels incredibly warm, swimming in that same special energy he felt in the heart of Antarctica.

All thanks to George, the man who always and forever kisses him back.

feel so far

dnf | 10.8k words | rated teen & up

childhood friends to lovers | practice kissing | light angst with a very happy ending :)

I think it would be an honor, you liking me back. I don’t know. I’ve never been sought after by boys; I grew up in Florida and surrounded by girls. Girls are lame. A lot of the girls who hit on me in Florida just wanted, like, to hook up or something, and I’m not exactly into that. Me and Shelby talked about it.

Britain is a lot better than Florida, I’ve decided. I feel more like myself here. I could totally get a boyfriend or something, and maybe I could stay here. I like the atmosphere, and I’m so lucky to have you guys as a friend group. Even if I want you as more than a friend, George.

So… coffee date? Love, Dream

After moving to the UK for college, Dream rediscovers someone he used to love, and rekindles the feelings he had during his childhood.

The Only Thing

Summary: "I spent so many nights in that shitty prison on that freezing floor, hungry, bloody, counting the hours.  The only thing, the only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you.“

Author’s Note: I wrote something for @arcanefandomweek’s Arcane Anniversary event!  I hope you enjoy!

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One Chance To Make A First Impression

Chapter One

Chapter 4/6:

Logan had not expected what had come of his conversation with Janus.  He hadn’t expected Janus and Roman to be what they were like at all.  His own experience with soulmates had set him very firmly against them.  But since Patton had met Janus and Roman, he’d been thinking, and he hadn’t been able to stop doing so.

Logan had spent a lot of time recently looking down at the sentences on his wrist and reevaluating how he felt about them.

“Wow, you’re weird.”

“As if we’d want an emotionless robot as a soulmate.”

There was a little less room for interpretations there than there was when it came to Patton’s situation.  Especially considering Logan had already had the experience.

He did not want to try and find his soulmates again.  They had made their opinions very clear, they had made no effort to apologize like Roman and Janus had.  (They apologized immediately.  They had immediately realized their mistake.  Logan didn’t know what to make of that.)

His soulmates had proven themselves unworthy of a second chance.  Roman and Janus… well, Logan was starting to think they were proving themselves worthy of one.

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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.”

-

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.

we fell into a rhythm

Summary: George is different in real life. That wasn’t in Dream’s carefully thought out ideas, with every eventuality of what might happen. He’s seen the internet talking about George being a little gremlin person. Dream is inclined to agree. He’s like no one else in the world, which Dream knows is sort of the point of all this, really: he thinks George is like no one else in the world, and somehow, miraculously, George feels the same about him.

Words: 1943

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43931217