Are We Gonna Do This Or What?

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.

the dnf trope

— One night (or forever) by winterlighting (expl. | comp. | 65k)

George breaks his bed on his first night in Florida, then a sleeping arrangement that was meant to last until he got a new bed frame soon turned into a routine; full of domesticity and gestures that blur the platonic line.

— how to love other people by mocharex (teen | comp. | 14k)

George is far touchier than expected, and Dream doesn't know how to handle it

— What a Wicked Thing to Do (To Let Me Dream of You) by snakeinaboyband (expl. | comp. | 72k)

George finds himself often brushing his fingers over those freckles until he realizes what he’s doing and withdraws entirely. He kind of wants to shove as much distance between them as possible so he can reject the thought that he’s falling. But he also doesn’t want that, admittedly. The soothing of everything in their busy lives at the placement of being tucked into his friend’s chest, it’s just too good. And if he did want to place a platonic wedge into their closeness, there’d have to be a conversation held. Because Dream is guilty of pressing close just as much as he is, he can’t one day go stiff at hands pulling at him. He can’t go back to sleeping alone.

— this pile of bricks by orphan_account (teen | comp. | 9k)

Dream moves in with his best friend, and accidentally falls in love.

— Holding Pattern by jestbee (expl. | comp. | 6k)

When George gets to Florida, he has a hard time adjusting to all the touching.

— Walls by 24notfound (mat. | comp. | 245k)

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

— Heart on the Burning Sands by orphan_account (expl. | abandoned | 83k+)

Once George is finally in Florida, he and Dream can't seem to stay apart.

— to burn with desire and keep quiet by falsettodrop (expl. | comp. | 47k)

Varying degrees of togetherness, in four parts.

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dreams123456

2 years ago

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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dreams123456

2 years ago

DNF Reclist - Aphrodisiacs

this includes sex pollen, amortentia, love spells, etc

— Tribulus Terrestris by orphan_account (expl. | comp. | 7k)

“Can we just please know what flowers I can avoid so we can just move on?!” George cried, standing up and sticking his hands on his hips. Dream, who was in the middle of giving Sapnap a violent noogie, stopped instantly. Both of them looked at George, then each other, before peeling apart. “Oh, yeah. Totally.” Dream said. He snatched his phone out of Sapnap’s hand and nudged him away. “Okay, uh…Green flowers. Green flowers are the big red flag.”

— melting like fairy floss on my tongue by ExtraSteps (expl. | comp. | 8k)

A potion explosion at the local nightclub on a rare night out leads to Dream getting all he ever wanted and more.

— Gonna Be Around by undermycoat (teen | comp. | 4k)

In which Dream and George do not listen to Sapnap, a run-in with a witch goes wrong, and what the heck is ree-tuh-velo? (Or is it reh-too-velo?)

— Precarious by pinklanterns (expl. | comp. | 3k)

George, a typically spot-on potions maker, somehow made a terrible mistake. His friend, down bad for him, was willing to do anything to help his troubles.

— Add Honeywater For Sweetness by miraculousmultifan (teen | comp. | 5k)

When Sapnap and George ransack a witch's hut, she throws a splash potion at George. When he comes to, he's staring into Dream's beautiful eyes, and he can't help but feel like his feelings were expanding in his chest until they would burst.

— hush-hush by orphan_account (teen | comp. | 7k)

An unlikely pairing to the students at Hogwarts, George and Dream navigate the hardships of being proclaimed enemies while hiding a scandalized secret.

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dreams123456

2 years ago

Since we r talking about Angelbeachcat I think everyone should read Cortisol

soo true angel supremacy

cortisol by angelbeachcat

Dream and George, best friends and partners at a private national security organization try to keep their work life separated from their friendship. They’re a remarkable team; George is a quick thinker and good on his feet, and Dream is the strongest and fastest person the world has to offer. The problem is that Dream has no regard for his own safety, and George is madly in love with him.

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dreams123456

1 year ago

Really random but do you have any fics of Dream catching George mausterbating (sorry my spelling I so bad) or playing with sex toys and then it ends up in sex??

a similar tag is perhaps my watching porn tag -> here

and here's what you specifically asked

getting caught

— You’re Dying For Me by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 1.5k)

“Dream— Ah! I-I’m gonna cum!” George moaned out, breath hitching. “Are you?” A voice came from behind the couch. George’s body reacted before he could. He sat up quickly, shoving his dick into his pants quickly. His head whipped around, eyes meeting the person who was standing behind him. It was Dream. Of fucking course it was.

Part 1 of You're Dying For Me pt 1 + 2

— Sit Tight, Get Messy by dnfsinner, isntitcrazy (expl. | comp. | 15k)

George goes into Dream's room and finds something that he wasn't supposed to see. Perhaps the key to what he wanted had been breaking the rules all along.

— i used to be my own protection by oopsiedoops (expl. | comp. | 4k)

"You heard me?" George looked mortified, crimson shame creeping up his face. "Well...yeah." Dream rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "And saw." "Oh, God."

— Guilty Pleasures and an Even Guiltier Presence by icycas (expl. | comp. | 1k)

George forgets to turn off teamspeak one day and Dream lingers in the call.

— I Go Off Like a Gun by Fetish Ball (arsenicarose) (expl. | comp. | 5k)

George gets off to the thought of Dream, and Dream overhears.

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dreams123456

2 years ago

all of you, a verb in perfect view

part 1: the calm before the storm

11.7k | 1/2 | mature | tags: dnf, fluff, angst, soulmate au, fake dating (kind of?), sharing a bed, pining

“Are you and Dream together?”

“Shit.” George caught the fork at the last second. His heart was racing, but he suspected it had more to do with the question than almost losing the utensil in boiling water. “What’d you say?”

“You and Dream.” Sapnap’s small smirk was audible. “Are you together?”

Or, despite being soulmates, they do nothing about it (well, okay, maybe not nothing).

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dreams123456

2 years ago