All Of You, A Verb In Perfect View

“Hatefire” chapter 7 is posted!

this is my dnf enemies to lovers band au : rating is explicit 🖤🔥

Hello:) can you rec some fics where dreams is possessive of George and/or George also at some point gets possessive of dream? Doesn’t matter if is established or not thanks !

Lost in Translation by yungluv - Mature

The blaring thump of George's heart serves as an alarm, reminding him that where he crossed this line the first time there was reason. There was alcohol intoxicating his fingertips as they wound through Dream's hair, there was the excuse of a dumb college party where everyone hooks up with anyone, and there was Dream's sticky and sweet gaze on him, luring him in.

Dream's tugged away from the soft yellow glow of the hallway into the dim, shadow-plagued room, and George welcomes him lips-first.

How could this be a bad idea when Dream's lips feel like that?

Or, George's one-night stand with his least favorite person turns into a little more than that.

bite marks and bruises by miamango - Explicit

The alpha standing in front of him certainly isn’t Sapnap.

He smells like smoke and crackling embers and pitch. It’s stupidly attractive. George dislikes him immediately.

Despite being an alpha, George hasn’t gone on a date in years. His life becomes a disaster from the very moment he antagonizes his date’s infuriating roommate.

i tend to really dislike a/b/o, but this is like an actually really good interesting one :]

behind closed doors by myicedcoffee - Mature

“I said yes,” he interrupts. “That we’re... together. I told him we’re together.”

George raises his eyebrows. “You did what?”

George and Dream are friends with benefits, but when people find out, they pretend they're in a relationship to cushion the blow on their reputations.

Summer of Twenty by seryters - Explicit

"I've never kissed anybody," George confesses.

Dream doesn't understand how that's possible. Like this, basked in the comfort of the moonlight, George is beautiful.

"Really? Who wouldn't want to kiss you?" There's too much honesty in Dream's voice. It's raw—a confession practically begging to be brought to light.

"Dream," George is careful, as if his next words could lead to Dream's downfall.

And they do.

"Can you teach me how to kiss?"

One Night With You (Is All I'm Dreamin' Of) by snakeinaboyband

No words are exchanged, George scooting close to rest his arms on the windowsill, chin atop them as he closes his eyes to the breeze. His thigh presses to Dream’s and his side is vulnerable against his arm, warm skin under baggy cotton. They breathe together for a moment, absorbing what they each need from each other, before George turns his head. His lips curve up, voice nearly a whisper, “Couldn’t sleep?”

strange trails by honeyplease

Dream clears his throat. That jealous thing has its claws on either side of his windpipe and doesn’t budge. “Well, both of those. But I was- well, I was gonna ask, how’s it going with that guy in class?”

He doesn’t mean for the words to come out, not really, but betrayal and hot blood are dangerous things to ignore, especially when he holds them in his throat. If he leaves it too long, he’ll choke on his own suppositions.

Maybe if Dream wasn’t in love with him, he wouldn’t have noticed the way George’s spine stiffened under his thick coat, or the minuscule raise of his shoulders. But he is, so he does, and the jealous thing flames. He’s defensive, Dream thinks miserably. It’s true.

dream is in his final year at college- with graduation, real jobs, and final exams looming, he leaps at the opportunity for a winter break getaway with his closest friends. but when disaster strikes, and he gets stranded with the boy he’s had a crush on for three years, he’s forced to confront much more than just his survival.

Are we gonna do this or what?

“What happened?”

Janus looks disparagingly at the ridiculous paper hat with the inscription ‘Dunce’. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, already knowing that he will not like the answer.

“Teach punished me for being a bad boy.”

Remus shows him a wide and reckless grin, looking actually proud of that incident. He probably is.

“So Logan gained the upper hand?” Janus asks just to be sure, teeth-gnashingly.

That didn’t go according to plan. He had sent the Duke for a reason. No one could create chaos better than him. The perfect trigger. Janus knows that, relied on it. But they failed. Again.

“We have lost a battle, not the war.” Remus shrugs his shoulders, carelessly, as if this all is not a great kick in the ass.

Janus stares at him and feels his left eyelid begin to twitch angrily. He hates it when everything goes wrong and there is no one to threaten, blackmail or blow up for it. He can’t cope with that.

“It’s not that bad, Jan,” he still insists. “I gave him a hard time, you know. Bear-trap, nails in his cornflakes, a zombie in the closet... I even sang pathetically.”

When Remus says such crazy things, they always sound like they actually make sense. It’s a talent.

“Common, let me show you.” He came closer, one hand already on his shoulder.

“Remus, buddy, yet is not the time for-”

Before Janus even starts to realize what’s happening, he finds himself on a stool with a butt rubbing his lap, dangerously close to his best piece.

“...”

Remus smirks, revealing a shark-like grin. He looks a bit sexy, but only a little, and Janus is too frustrated to acknowledge that. Hidden somewhere behind shapeless clothes and puffed sleeves from the designer hell, a ridiculous moustache and centimeter-thick makeup, Remus actually has a pretty face with finely cut features and puppy eyes. Rarely does anyone get to see that, because Remus doesn’t necessarily peddle it around.

“What are you doing?” Janus hisses, sounding like a snake ready to bite.

Undeterred, Remus continues. “Giving you an example how I drove Logan crazy.”

Janus closes his eyes and exhales audibly.

“Don’t tell me...”

“Not exactly like this, but I think you get the point.” Remus turns his head in Janus’s direction and laughs. He can feel his breath gently vibrating on his scales. “And you’re hot when you’re angry.”

“No! I’m angry when I’m angry.”

That’s a lie. Or something in between.

Only Remus ever dares to call him ‘hot’ and means it, which is perhaps down to the fact that he has a twisted taste, anyway. What person with sanity and reason would find a snake face attractive?

“Get off my lap or I’ll kill you.”

“You don’t.”

“Want to bet?”

Needless to say, that Remus stays where he is. He even has the audacity to lean back and rest on Janus’s chest. This sneaky rat!

Sometimes Janus wishes that Remus wasn’t so indifferent to death threats.

“Fine,” he says and wraps his arms around him like a boa around its prey. Tight and deadly. But not as deadly to honestly harm him, though.

For a couple of seconds they remain in silence, marvellous silence, which is so damn atypical for Remus that it should worry Janus. It doesn’t, however. Janus can feel Remus’s chest gently moving with a regular breath. It’s soothing. Somehow the annoying bastard always manages to calm him down in a strange way. Janus should be concerned.

“He’s almost back, Jan. I could see the orange glim in his eyes,” Remus whispers, sounding more sincere than one would ever expect from him.

“Hm,” huffs Janus, vaguely, loosening his grip a bit. Excitement and fear suddenly fighting in his chest. Well, that’s what they hoped for. Right?

The orange side has always been somewhat uncontrollable, though. Not uncontrollable in a way like Virgil, who had unexpectedly abandoned Janus for becoming one of the good guys. Ugh.

Before Janus can think about how uncontrollable and impulsive Remus is, he already starts to bounce from one buttock to the other.

“What now?”

“I’m bored,” Remus complains.

Even though he could have freed himself from Janus’s grip long ago, he still sits on his lap, inexplicably. Well, Remus has a lot of little things about him that defy any explanation. That’s a given. On top of that, he is terribly annoying. But at least he would never betray Janus, never let him down.

“We should do something,” Remus adds impatiently.

What Janus likes about that addition is the small word ‘we’.

“You still have to demonstrate me how Logan lectured you.” Janus clears his throat. “Are we gonna do that or what?”

There's silence again. Then a strange mixture of an unreadable and mischievous grin slowly begins to spread on Remus’s face. “Okay.”

There is not much room in Janus’s life and in his thoughts. Not for other things except crazy plans and this web of deceit. Around Remus, however, there’s sometimes silence, elusive but undeniably marvellous.

Doe you bave any recs where dream is like sick but in the head? Sorry if this maken no sense im a bit drunk rightnow

hope you didn't have too bad of a hangover ! i'm assuming you mean mental illnesses; i have a depression tag -> here and a sad!dream tag -> here

i won't do another list because those tags have some recent fics but here are a few ao3 tags for you to deep dive in ! -> depressed dream , dream has mental health issues , dream has panic attacks

one way ticket dream/george rated explicit, 60.2k  a/n: tags/warnings on ao3 George’s family tells him he has to either get a job or go back to school… so in May of 2019 he applies to university in Florida and shows up on Dream’s doorstep.

Neither of them are really expecting Dream’s youtube channel to blow up just after George moves in. 

[read on ao3]

Do you have any recs for friends to lovers, fluff, "could technically have happened/happen irl", sharing a bed and one of them (or both) are embarrassed about something ?

i've already recced most of these things -> friends to lovers , canon compliant , bed sharing.

that last trope is a little vague and i don't know if you're asking for sfw or explicit fics. if it's explicit then send in another ask and i'll do a humiliation kink reclist ! if sfw, then i'll see what i can find but i can't promise much.

love by candlelight

9.4k | Rated T | oneshot

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

Tags: Meetup Fic, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together

Extract:

Dream’s always liked autumn. He thinks it’s the same color as fire, and just as threatening.

Autumn is chilly, vast, empty. There’s some unspoken magic that comes with September, and his mind seems to clear when clouds cover the sky above him.

Conveniently, George got his visa on the first day of autumn.

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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.”

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A Want Of Clarity

Summary: “I’m sorry, did you forget the part where I’m your creativity?  Obviously I have opinions on the matter!”

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What You Don’t Know Can’t Hurt You

Chapter One

Chapter Two:

Janus woke up slowly, and that was weird.

He didn’t wake up slowly.  He woke up to Remus banging on his door shouting obscenities or breakfast ideas.  On worse days he woke up to one of the others banging on his door, and a note from Remus that he was going over to bug Patton and try and sneak maggots into his pancake batter when he wasn’t looking.  He didn’t wake up to quiet and stillness.  Something must be wrong.

Janus opened his eyes and sat up quickly, and that was when he recognized the room he was in, and all of last night came flooding back.  Had Virgil actually asked him to stay here?  Had he actually agreed?  Why the hell had he done that?

Janus rubbed his eyes and slumped back against the headboard.  Maybe he could find some way to take it back.  He could tell Virgil he was delirious from blood loss, or tired from being hunted down by Pride and he didn’t know what he was saying.

He doubted Virgil would let him take it back, though.  He was stuck here at this point.  Which meant what, exactly?

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