Protector

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

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“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?”

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

oooo may u share some of your favourite fics with THE dnf trope 🤲

i've already recced most of these i think but here you go!

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.

soon goodbye, now love dnf | explicit | 40.3k

“They, they said they need more time, that my visa is still processing, like, ugh — Dream, how is it still processing, it’s been months, God, this is so stupid, they didn’t even give me a timeline or anything, I could be stuck here until 2023, I just — I just, I can’t do it, I’m so alone here, fuck, I just feel so alone,” — and there George’s voice hitched, and then he truly broke down into tears, uncontrollable, drowning Dream in the sheer agony of it all, cracking him under the need to fix this, to make it right, to be with George.

So after that, purchasing a British Airways ticket didn’t seem so daunting after all, really.

To everyone’s surprise, Dream and George fall in love in London.

part one | part two

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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this is super specific but also broad at the same time do you have any recs with super pathetic sopping wet cat levels of pining as the main focus like i need one or both of them MISERABLY in assumed unrequited love

lovesick (the beat inside my head) by meridies

After moving to Florida, George relies on his online best friend, Dream, to help him adjust to his new school. But only a few weeks in, George falls head over heels for one of the most popular boys in school, Clay. With the help of his new wingman, Sapnap, and his best friend Dream, George tries to win Clay over.

Surely nothing about this will go wrong.

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.

throne of gold by effervescentwolf

“My bed is cold,” he adds, unable to stop himself, and Dream glances at it.

“Shall I warm it for you?” he asks, like it’s normal, even as George’s face heats, even as George feels guilty and embarrassed but more than that wants so badly to say yes.

“Your shift has ended,” George notes quietly.

“Do you want me to warm your bed for you, Your Majesty?” Dream repeats, and George is just a man.

“George,” he says, hushed. They stare at each other. “Call me George.”

Snapdragons by lasciviess - Explicit - BDSM Relationship - Ongoing [11/16]

For a long time, George has known he loved the bite of rope against his skin, and the feeling of brightly stinging pain, but he's never had someone to help him feel it. That is, of course, until he meets Dream: tall, handsome, domineering, and all too good at making him fall to absolute pieces. And so begins an arrangement: George goes over to his flat, he's fucked within an inch of his life, spends the night, and then goes along his merry way come morning. There aren't any strings attached, and it's glorious.

As the weeks come and go, though, George begins to realize that he's starting to feel a little more than lust when it comes to his thoughts about Dream. He knows better, he really does, and he knows there's no way in hell the other feels the same, but since when does anyone really have control over their heart?

what it is (not) to lose by effervescentwolf

This George, Dream has no idea what to do with. This George, whose breathing is shallow, whose skin is flushed with fever, whose eyes are heavy with sleep, sends something so possessive through Dream he thinks it might rip him apart.

This is an exercise on self-restraint, and he fears he may fail.

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or George is sick, and Dream is terribly in love with him.

take me apart and i'm whole by verdantry

George knows that Dream isn't lying when he says he loves him. It's just not the same kind of love. And Dream has learned to understand George’s affection without it being put into words. There’s no more goading, only light teasing that gets swept away the moment it might cross a line.

Things are better now. George tells himself that should be enough.

It's not enough.

[or, george falling in love with dream a million times over]

You Had to Be There to Get It

Summay: Thomas knows that he sometimes relates to different sides for different reasons, but this situation is a new one.

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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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im DESPERATE to find dnf boarding school fics with over 40k words. i dont mind any warnings so angst, sh and smut are all good with me

i have a tag for that -> here

here are some more longer boarding school aus

dnf boarding school

— who could ever say no to you? by inhalingstardust (NR | comp. | 87k)

academic rivals to lovers w a side dish of dnf being hackers

— empty stadium by lavendersun (NR | comp. | 64k)

New to Willow Grove Private High School, Dream's childhood best friend introduces him to the school's soccer star.

Part 1 of you are the moon

— The Royals by fireside23 (mat. | comp. | 57k)

George is a British Prince who gets caught in a scandal that lights up the British tabloids and media. He is forced to transfer schools to Hillcrest Boarding School, a prestigious school for the most elite Brits. However, he runs into Clay, a lower class American who steals a smile and complicates his life in ways he never could imagine. What will George choose; his heart or The Crown? Or will he even have a choice to begin with?

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.

the white poppy

Dream didn’t say anything more, so George didn’t either. He let the words that festered inside him eat through his heart and ribs and skin until he was bleeding out on the lumpy mattress. He didn’t say everything that might convince Dream to stay; instead he wrapped his hands around his ribs and hunched his shoulders as if that would contain him.

I miss you. I’m scared of you leaving me forever. I need you and you need me. I regret walking away that day. I love you.

He didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t say anything at all.

c!dnf, and the roads that lead home.

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