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It was a quiet day in the city, nobody needed to be saved today, so the brunet let himself get lost in his thoughts.
He wondered why he and the boy he was made to love were placed within a world that was made for them to kill.
A silly little thing for him to wonder about, yet he still did.
They never got to love, sadly. George wished they did.
All they did was fight, hurt, and yell at each other every time they saw each other.
He never wanted that. He didn’t want to hate the boy, he wanted to love the boy.
Yet, that's how the roles of being a hero and a villain work in that crappy world of theirs.
They couldn’t love each other, at least not yet.
At least not until everyone was de—
“Oh, Georgie!” a voice called out, “Let’s play, shall we?”
George scoffed, shaking his head, “Alright, Dreamie. You wanna play, let’s play .”
All George wished for was for the world to not end today.
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George’s wish for the world to not end today didn’t work out.
George and Dream both sat on top of rubble from a broken building, watching the world they were in now burn. It was in complete and utter ruins, dead bodies scattered around them.
Fresh, bloody wounds on alabaster and tanned skin as their hands interlocked.
“Dream?” George asked.
“Yes, pretty boy?” Dream replied, a stupid grin on his face as he spoke.
George scoffed at the name, tightening his grip on the blonde's hand. “Do you think,” a pause, “that in another world, we could have done this differently?”
“What do you mean, Georgie? I can't read your mind now, can I?” The blonde retorts playfully.
“In another world where we—you and me—could have loved each other instead of needing to kill each other?” He whispers, placing his head on Dream's shoulder.
A moment of silence overtakes them before Dream speaks again.
He replies with a simple, “Yes.”
Dream shifted and grabbed George under his arms, placing the brunet in his lap.
George yelped at the sudden action, but was quick melted into the touch of the blonde. He placed his hands on top of Dream’s shoulders as the blonde wrapped his arms around George’s waist.
“I think that in a completely different universe, we are together and in love.” Dream said with a smile, staring at the boy placed on his lap.
“I think that we live in a stupid small one bedroom apartment with two cats and a dog named Patches, Cat, and Dog, all in that order,” George hums contently as the blonde continues, “and we love them very much. Every day would be simply perfect and so fucking sweet and warm.”
“Yeah?” George whispered, tears pricked in his eyes because of the words but he blinked them away.
“Yeah.” Dream whispers back, “Would you like that?”
“Mhm, I would like that very much.” George hums, “Well, would have .” he said again.
Silence overtakes them once again, it’s quiet yet peaceful, as if they were the last remaining people in the world, which they were but they didn’t need to know that.
“I want to tell you something, George.” Dream spoke.
“Hm? What is it?” The brunet asked, lifting his head as viridian eyes met honey brown ones.
“Well, my mother told me a certain quote when I was a child that reminds me of us, or better yet, our relationship as hero and as villain.” He starts off and George nods, encouraging Dream to continue.
The blonde clears his voice before he speaks again, “Love is an ignorant lie that humans will indulge in. That's why they will forever be mortal, that's why we're dying and the world will be his , my love.”
George furrows his brows, "I don't understand." he grumbles.
Dream chuckles at the brunet's dismay, threading his fingers through brown locks, "I didn't understand either, but maybe we will understand later on."
"Maybe, just maybe." George hums out.
Comforting silence overtakes the two boys as their hands interlock.
“If I wasn’t such an idiot and went all crazy that earlier today and tried to kill everyone, which I technically succeed in,” He said as he gestured towards the ruins in front of them, earning a scoff from the brunet, “maybe we could’ve had the life we wanted to have together,” Dream blurts out, “only if you’d have me.”
George smiled, bumping his forehead with the blonde’s, “Of course, I’d have you. I’d love to.”
Dream swallowed audibly, his face turning pink, “Boyfriends, then?” a pauses, “Even if the world is fucking burning and we’re about to d—”
George placed his pointer finger onto Dream’s lips, shutting him up, “You’re a dumbass, but yes, boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends,” Dream breathes out, “Oh my god , we’re boyfriends,” he said with a stupid toothy grin plastered on his face
George laughed at the blonde’s words, “Yeah, boyfriends.” he whispered, quiet.
Silence overtakes them once again, both boys spend their time adorning each other’s bodies with soft kisses.
They didn’t feel the need to talk anymore, they’ve talked enough.
They rather basked in each other’s touch right now.
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Dream doesn’t remember when he began to hum soft tunes between their kisses, but George seemed to like it so he continued.
Dream doesn’t remember when George was on the verge of falling asleep, but the blonde didn’t mind when he did.
Dream doesn’t remember when he saw a child-like shadow in the dark, but he ignores it.
He didn’t remember, but that’s okay.
The blonde allowed sleep to overtake his mind, pulling the boy that sat in his lap closer.
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George and Dream, a hero and a villain, two boys made for each other, fell in love.
They never got to experience that love they had for one another.
They hid their love between all those dumb, petty lies they yelled during their arguments.
They hid their love between all those bruises and wounds that never meant to give the other.
They hid their love until the time was right.
That time never came, not until they were the only two left in the world.
Well, at least they got to experience that stupid puppy love normal people did, even if it was for a few minutes.
They wish those few minutes were longer, but their wish wouldn’t come true in this life.
Maybe in their next life—they thought—maybe they can finally be together.
But, right now, with a sword that a little boy with a dumb white bandana with ‘Sapnap’ written horribly on it wrapped around his head impaled them with, they’re perfectly content with the ending to their short love story.
And at least they understood what Dream’s mother meant.
Love is an ignorant lie that humans will indulge in. That's why they will forever be mortal, that's why we're dying and the world will be his, my love.
Two boys, a hero and a villain, died for a stupid little normal boy to own the world.