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hey this is how I filter and look for fics! just thought I’d drop it here, all ships but dnf are filtered out & so are a couple warnings (mcd, r4pe, underage)

find dnf fics anna’s way

and this version excludes all the opps even as side/minor characters. will update if we gather more opps!

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Weave your dreams into a daisy chain

by dangergranger

Summary:

“You’re still fidgeting,” George points out sometime later, poking Dream’s shoulder with his finger. “I know.” George frowns, considering the problem for a total of three seconds before he plucks Dream’s hand and places it on his lap, enveloping Dream’s palm with two of his own. “There, fixed it. You’re welcome.”

Dream is a bit too stunned to answer, but it does help him settle down. George looks smug every time a commoner looks their way, way too pleased with him himself. Once they’re free to go, George laughs and calls himself a genius and bullies a promise out of Dream to bring him in next time his father holds Court, too.

Somehow, the hand-holding becomes a thing. Dream quite likes it, but he never tells George that.

5 times George marks Dream as his and one time Dream can (finally) reciprocate

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Anagnorisis

by scoops (consciousness_streaming)

Summary:

After a night that George thought would be the beginning of the rest of his life, it all comes to a screeching halt. It seems Dream doesn’t want anything more than sex. Reeling, George does his best to carry on and get over it. They still have lives to live and content to produce. But then a surprise comes along making it extra impossible.

An "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" AU

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All We Know of Home

by crabnap

Summary:

“You’re– just.” George’s voice went quiet. “You’re very good to me.” Dream let go of the medicine cabinet entirely, moving to stand between his legs. “Why do you sound surprised?” Palms on his forearms made it hard to think, the way they kept sliding down to his hands as if drawn there. “I’m not, I just–“ He took a breath, took Dream’s hands in his. “It’s a thank you.” “Oh.” And Dream looked so pleased, a secret smile threatening the corners of his lips. “Well, you’re welcome.”

George gets terribly sick, and he feels like death, and maybe it’s time he learns that it’s okay to accept help. Especially when it’s from the two people he loves most in the world.

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sober minds agree

by disexist

Summary:

“I don't even care, Dream. We're not exclusive. We're not even a thing. Go ahead and call her.” “I'm not calling her,” he says quietly, with finality, watching his eyes. “Why? ” George questions again, a little louder. “Why, you've got everything you want at your fingertips, why not? ”

Or, Dream and George have been on the edge of something and George thinks it's all going to disappear when a girl gives Dream her number.

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close your eyes (get ready to fly)

by niunepp

Summary:

So, when fucking Spider-Man saves George from certain death, he knows the superhero is expecting oh, I don’t know, maybe a little frantic gratefulness, maybe a little hysteria. All the masked hero really gets from him, though, is a slightly panicked but mostly deadpan, “Thanks for saving me, can you let me go now? I’m late.”

or, Dream is Spider-Man, and George really couldn't care less.

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before a fire

by cqfnce

Summary:

“I think,” George says, and he pushes himself forward on the bed. “That your rut is starting soon. In what, three days?” Dream nods. “And my heat is starting in two.” “And?” George grins at him, and Dream crosses his legs. “We should spend it together.”

or, dream and George agree to help each other through their cycles

[dnf-fics]

just went through and made sure all the fic links I’ve posted still work and updated the one that didn’t!

gonna try to post some recs later but always feel free to send some or request specific fics/tropes!

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anyone have dnf christmas fic recs??

[demonstars]

i would not know where to drop the knife

on ao3

8.7 k | Rated T

Tags: passing of time and anniversaries and the way you celebrate being alive. Established Relationship. Domestic fluff. Light angst.

Time melts and slips from George's fingers.

written for bella @fujogie's end of summer fic exchange heyyy @sappymix1. second chance is better?

[livingproofoftbd]

dreaming with eyes wide open

rated t | 13.3k words

tags: singer dream, touring, non linear narrative, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, angst, getting together

At some point in every child’s life, they dream big. They dream of stages and cameras and people calling their name. They dream of fame and money and pet ponies and dinosaurs. They earn a two dollar allowance and think they’re rich. Dream has the biggest dreams George has ever seen. It’s how he got his nickname. He dreams of billboards and movies and videos and books and plays and every sort of fame he can get his hands on. He dreams big enough for the both of them, telling George of all the things they’d do as they sit in front of the 7-Eleven with cheap snow-cones dripping syrup down their fingers. George loves listening to him.

or, dream and george falling in love over years of their life and following the dreams they had as kids

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this fic was written for @grandtheftgoose for the dnf summer fic exchange :D i used most of your prompts for this, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! im so sorry this was soooo late the procrastination hit HARD ive spent the past several hours writing i hope it was worth it :')

thank you to @fujogie for hosting, it was a lot of fun and i can't wait to read the rest of the fics :))

[dwtdog]

every night has its day (so magical)

dnf

rated T, 8k, 1/1

for @moonthreadsz

Dream grins. “Probably. Are you going to ask what we’re doing here?” “I was thinking about it. Took a lot of restraint, actually, to not ask. You should be proud of me.” “You’re so strong George, I don’t know how you do it,” Dream brings a hand to his chest as if clutching his heart. “Teach me.” “Can’t really be taught, sorry. I’m like, virtuous or whatever. Saintly,” George snorts at his own words. “But you should tell me now. Since we don’t have anything else to do. I guess.” Dream takes a breath. Glances to the counter, as if hoping the smoothie will be ready to distract George, but the blender is still whirring away. “A tattoo. I want to get one.”

or, dream is always busy, busy, busy. george takes the leap when offered the chance and follows dream wherever they may go

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

written for the end of summer fic exchange :DD ty @fujogie for hosting :3 and ty to @livingproofoftbd and @promise-me-moon for emotional support and beta reading <3 (in that order)

[dnfity]

no grave can hold my body down

dnf fic | rated e | 10k wc | soulmate au | timeloop

“I just –” Dream continued. “It’s just I really hoped it wouldn’t happen again.” He scoffed then, tone rising in intensity with every breath he took. “It’s not fucking fair. Soulmates are supposed to have this amazing thing getting to experience their happiest memory together when they first touch.” There was an anger, a hatred, a passion in Dream’s words that George just couldn’t meet. He felt somber as the sentence left his lips: “Us touching for the first time is one of our happiest memories.” It hadn’t fully clicked until he’d said it out loud.

Or, all Dream and George have ever known is intimacy without touch.

@fujogie's end of summer fic exchange fic for @invinciblelikeu YAYYYY i hope u like it <3

[fujogie]

and the waves come crashing down

dnf fic | rated e | 9k words | sexuality discovery

written for @dnfity as part of the end of summer dnf exchange <33

summary:

The shift into realization can’t be boiled down to a single moment. It’s a series of moments over months and months and months, and maybe it goes back further than he can even remember. It starts with George ghosting him, and it starts again with meeting George for the second time. It starts with George agreeing to put his livelihood on the line to help him chase an unlikely dream, and it starts with hours long Discord calls where he unknowingly grows fonder and fonder of George with time. It starts with looking at a sweaty George in a fucking Minecraft video, of all things, and thinking oh. I want him. And from there, it’s looking back at all the moments leading up to this realization, and wondering how he didn’t notice before now, or if maybe he just didn’t have the words to put to it until he’d spent enough time on the internet.

Or, Dream and sexuality.

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creation myth

by wooowriter

Summary:

The numbers tick up, slowly at first, but with speed increasing by the moment like a foot pressed harder and harder against a gas pedal. Views, subscribers, likes, followers. The numbers tick up outside too, article after article detailing the spread, the infected, the little that’s known. COVID and the shutdowns it brings.

The world changes. It doesn’t stop changing and, in the centre of it all, is Dream.

It’s Dream and his shape in the corner of the couch while George scrolls apartment listings, chiming in to remind him there’s no rush but he should maybe have a couple options so you can jump on them right away when everything’s, like, normal again. There’s always an unsung if things are ever normal again. And it’s Dream in the doorway of his room and filling his headphones with laughter and ideas and dumb jokes, filling his chest with warmth and familiarity and comfort. A constant, as reliable as his own shadow.

Or, George moves to America pre-pandemic.

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daisies, daisies

by snowdreamr

Summary:

“Good morning,” Dream says, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. The movement rides his shirt up by his waist, letting a sliver of skin show. “Happy Valentine’s day. Did you take your birth control?” George nods, even though Dream can’t see him. He rests his elbows on the table and his chin in his hand. “Just did,” he says, for good measure. His eyebrows shoot up. “Why? Have any plans for today?”

On secrecy and patience. On learning how to embrace the unexpected.