Hi! I Was Wondering If You Had Any Fluff Fic Recs? I Just Got Out Of A Relationship And It Would Really

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.

dnf | 6.3k | rated t | college au, friends-to-lovers, fake dating, fluff

George,

Be my (pretend) Valentine's date?

<3 Dream

George gets broken up with right before Valentine's Day. Dream volunteers to take him out on a Valentine's Day date to cheer him up. Just as friends. Right?

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).

“Oh, my god, you look beautiful.”

“It’s Cher.”

Hi!! Do you possibly know of any fics where dnf either has a language difference or speak multiple or are learning together? Anything language based really. Tysm!

i could only find french ones for some reason. anybody else got recs?

language related dnf fics

— the idiot's route to confessing a crush by crimsvn (teen | comp. | 8k)

Dream had a crush on George, but he was also much too scared to act on it. So instead, like the complete and utter fool he was, in order to get to know George better through one-on-one time together, Dream gets George to tutor him in a language he already speaks. His first language, in fact.

note: in tandem by the same author also kind of fits!

— Les âmes sœurs se retrouvent toujours (Soulmates always find each other) by Eagle9 (teen | comp. | 2k)

Soulmate AU where when the youngest of a pair of soulmates turns 18, they wake up in the oldest’s bed.

— je t'aime by Spencer097 (teen | comp. | 10k)

George's first language is French and for his entire friendship with Dream, he's been telling him things in French. One day, Dream decides to learn French to understand what George has been telling him.

Connections - Dukeceit

Summary: A world of various soulmate connections forming at different ages, The sides need to navigate each having multiple types of soulmate connections and finding each other. Janus and Remus are connected by a ribbon and while it takes a few years do manage to find each other from it

Part of a series I’m doing that will be eventual DRLAMP

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Remus was used to everything he owned looking black to him. Really he had been from a month after the purple and green turned black, but waking up to a yellow cord winding around his wrist was new.

His immediate thought was to barge into his brother’s room. “HA! Now we’re 2 each!” He cheered, slamming the door open, glancing back to frown at the cord he’d attempted to tie to his own so they’d slam at once. Apparently the cord wasn’t corporeal enough to do that yet. He’d keep trying.

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Sapnap pov?

a series of gradual revelations by dizzy

The first time Nick should think maybe something else is going on, it's because Dream is singing his shower songs.

but see, i'm with you by twostorms

“I’m scared,” Dream whispers into the pillow, and it feels like more of an admittance to himself than Sapnap, but Sapnap rubs his back reassuringly anyway. “And I know that’s so dumb. Because it’s just George. But-”

“But it’s George.”

or; sapnap realizes that some things, like the love his best friends have for one another, were never even a question worth asking.

now i'm all about you by newheart

Sapnap knows it’s none of his business but sometimes he sort of feels like it is his business.

Like when they’re giggling and teasing each other like they were after Dream officially declared them as friends, all right in front of him. Or when they spend an entire lunch break arm wrestling with George putting his entire body weight into the challenge and Dream letting him get away with it, wheezing and emphasising their difference in strength. Or when George gets a ride home with Dream instead of taking the bus home even though they live in opposite directions.

Or, Sapnap makes new friends and watches them fall in love

they don't know how special you are from they don't know about us series by brokenlikeastitch

“Dream!” George yelled across the field. His voice was raw and the rage sent a chill down Sapnap’s spine, “Get your fucking shit together!”

The ref’s head whipped around, “Watch your mouth, 14.”

George rolled his eyes and turned back to Dream, “I’m serious, pull it together or we’re putting Ranboo in.”

No one mentioned that Sam was partially at fault too or that George definitely didn’t have complete power over substitutions, it was that intimidating.

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Dream and George are weird together, but Sapnap and the other freshmen are the only ones to see it. Sapnap doesn't get it.

DNF Reclist - Party Games

— Is it Too Late to Fall in Love Tonight? by Ship_On_The_Sea (teen | comp. | 4k)

While at a college party more boring than the Dream or George could stand, George jokingly suggests while trapped in a closet that they kiss, so they could brag about being the first pair of the night to actually play 7 Minutes in Heaven right. Things end up going differently than either of them expected, and things are realized along the way.

— cloud nine by Anonymous (teen | comp. | 7k)

Dream hates school and loud noises and parties, and the last thing he ever wants is to show up to one; but if he gets the chance to kiss George, maybe he won't complain for once.

— Behind Closed Doors by notreallylizzie (gen | comp. | 2k)

George's dorm-mate, Sapnap, throws an end of the year party on a blistering hot night and George couldn't care less about the people surrounding him that are desperately clinging to one another like it's their last day on earth. All except for Dream, who he's pretty sure does not like George the way George likes him. Until one stupid round of spin-the-bottle changes it all.

— Nobody Wants A Soulmate by Wywrd_Artemis (teen | wip | 52+)

In theory, having a soulmate is a wonderful thing. However, Dream hopes he never meets his. He would swear off the idea of love all together if he could. The problem is, he's accidentally fallen in love with his best friend, George. And the more Dream tries to suppress his feelings, the more deeply he finds himself falling for George. Why does this soulmate nonsense have to make everything so much more complicated?

— Truth or Dare by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 2k)

“I know you don’t know me, but I need a favor.” He seemed out of breath from the jog over, “I need to hook up with you. Like, right now. I’m George, by the way.” “What?” George sighed, seemingly annoyed that Dream wasn’t getting it right away, “It’s a dare. I never lose dares. Please?”

— evidence of a strawberry lollipop by izzbizzsquizz (teen | comp. | 2k)

"Hi." George says softly. His eyes scan down Dream's torso and then back up to his face. They make eye contact and Dream almost forgets how to breathe. George is wearing a black pleated skirt paired with fishnets and a slightly oversized white hoodie which Dream instantly recognizes as his own.

"Hey." It comes out breathless and George just giggles.

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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ao3: “orange slices” rating: T warnings: platonic drlamp, unsympathetic orange, mild violence genre: hurt/comfort description:  Virgil doesn’t know how good he has it until that good is threatened by something he never saw coming. (day 6:  “When you have too much faith in something, it’s bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.” — Poppy Z. Brite @tsshipmonth2020 )

Virgil looks at the ground, his ears ringing. His cheek burns from the imprint of Orange’s hand.

“I thought you were different,” he says, in the hushed quiet. “I-”

“Well,” Orange drawls. His eyes are very red when Virgil looks up. “That was your first mistake, Virgil.” He prowls closer, forcing Virgil to back up.

“You really thought we were friends?” Orange asks. His teeth are like needles in the light. “Me, friends with a faerie?” He laughs, short and sharp, and it hurts more than the slap ever could.

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