SPOILERS AHEAD
this au is essentially dream smp but before tommy visited dream or if that never happened.
ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR 200+ READS LIKE HOLY- the last time i checked we were on 6 and boom 200 :D also thank you for 2500+ on ao3!!
:] hope you enjoy, i really love this one
TW: slight angst, scar (?), a little depression |:|
"Bring him these potatoes, okay?"
George gave a small nod as Sam handed him a small stack of potatoes. The lava near him crackled and popped, and he winced at the smell. He couldn't believe Dream managed to practically live here. Not that he had a choice...
Stepping onto the small redstone contraption Sam had created, George shot the masked prison guard one last look before nearly tumbling into the lava as the contraption began moving. The lava had finally risen high enough so he could see a masked blonde cowering in the corner, scribbling in a book. Stepping onto the blackstone floors, he stood awkwardly as the redstone contraption moved back and the lava fell back down.
Dream continued scritching away as George moved closer, eyes taking in the prison cell. A lectern, a chest, a cauldron. A small, ticking clock. He was trying to read the book on the stand when suddenly he slipped on some sort of goo on the floor. Slamming onto his back, he quickly realized it was crying obsidian. Sam must have realized Dream could make a portal. Smart, but annoying.
He heard a small chuckle from the corner. Dream had finally looked up, at least George assumed so. All he had to go off of was the round white mask with a smiley face on it. George was positive Sam made him remove it at some point, but at least he allowed him to keep it.
"Hey, Dream." George began gathering the potatoes he had dropped, then stood and continued walking towards Dream. The blonde looked back down at his book, turning the page before scribbling again. Sitting down next to him, he glanced at the page. He was surprised to see Dream doodling, a small beginning sketch of a person. "You gonna talk?"
"If you want me too." George almost flinched- hes voice seemed to have gotten a million times lower. Dream gave a small snort. "That's what happens when you mix the goo from crying obsidian with lava because Sam forgot to refill the cauldron."
George perked up slightly. "Ooh, does that mean-"
"No, George. It hurts too. I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself." The brunette slumped back down, subconsciously leaning in slightly. Old habits die hard.
"Speaking of hurting..." George's tone had changed slightly, and Dream noticed. The blonde winced, scared of what George was going to say. "Why did you have to, y'know, try and take over the entire SMP? We could have lived a peaceful life, you and I. Occasional war, but those happen whether you interfere or not."
Dream looked at the floor in a mixture of shame and sadness. "Power corrupts. Once you have a taste of it..."
"...you can't get enough. I know." Curling into Dream a little bit more, George sighed. "I just wish you had better taste, I guess."
"Do I not taste good?"
The brits face flooded red. "Shut up." Humming in response, Dream gently rested his arm on George's far shoulder. "Can you take your mask off? I miss seeing your face."
"Sam has cameras, y'know." George shrugged. He could tell from the playful look Sam gave him when the green-headed guard had taken his mask off for a short moment that he clearly suspected what was going on between the inmate and his visitor. "...aight then."
George pulled of Dream's mask before he could, and gave a small gasp. A long, thin scar ran across his face, starting under his left eye, crossing his nose, and then ending slightly to the right of his lips. The blonde gave a small, sad smile as he cupped George's face with his rough hands.
"Who- how-" George stuttered, hand subconsciously tracing over the scar.
"Tommy came to visit me. Would you believe that I got this scar from a clock?"
George gave a short giggle, tracing the scar again. "I would, because I know what happens when Tommy gets pissed off. He attacks. Verbally and physically."
Dream chuckled, hands now pulling George to his feet and then looping around his waist. The notebook lay forgotten on the ground. "He started calling me every name in the book, and then he listed all the bad things I've done." The smile on his face vanished. "That was longer than the swear-filled names, though, which knowing Tommy says something."
George slipped his arms around Dream's neck, so they were in some sort of dancing position. Dream didn't plan on making him dance, though. (wOw that sounds weird) "Don't feel bad, love." Dream practically melted at the pet name. "If we wanted to list the bad things that Tommy has done, we would be here for so much longer."
"George, I just..." The blonde sighed. "I'm sorry. For everything I've done."
A small smile danced across George's face. "Apology accepted. Dream, I-"
"Clay. Call me Clay."
"What?"
Dream- or, rather, Clay, resting his head on the top of George's chocolate covered hair. "That's my name. You didn't think it was really 'Dream' did you?"
George pressed himself closer to the inmate. "I guess I did. 'Clay' seems so... I dunno... normal?"
Raising his head off of George's, Dream moved so he was right in front of the brit. "Is there something wrong with normal?"
(just picked this up after like four days ayy) George hummed in response. "Well, this relationship isn't exactly normal, is it?" He glanced around his view of the prison, which was limited due to the fact he was curled up in Dreams arms. "I don't know. It's a nice name, I just..." He paused. "I wish we could be normal, y'know? And trying to make this all normal makes me hurt all over again."
Hands now moved from being looped around his waist to being placed on top of them. "We don't have to try. The name Dream is fine, it's just the fact that everyone uses it. It's a mask I hide behind." He pressed his forehead to George's. "I've had the mask ripped off. Everything laid out before me. I only have a few things left. My name, my mask, and... well..."
A small spark in his eyes said enough. (i was struggling so much with writing this is suck at romantic stuff) George gently pressed their lips (afJAKJFASFK PAIN) together. Dream lifted the small brunette off his feet slightly, so he was just barely touching the ground with the tips of his toes. (slight rant but why can i read smut 24/7 and yet i can barely write a kissing scene oml-)
George gave a small sigh of disappointment when Dream pulled away. The blonde chuckled, tightening his grip around the shorter and then kissing him again.
"Can I just say I missed you?" the American mumbled into George's ear when they had finally broke apart.
"Well, you just did, so-"
"Shut up, Gogy." George was stepping on Dream's feet as he twirled around, meaning the brunette was doing nothing other then trying not to fall down.
Suddenly, the loud noise of the contraption George had ridden here on began getting louder and louder. Sighing, George stepped off Dream's feet and kissed him one last time.
"Hey, Clay?" he murmured softly, "I love you."
Dream could barely even comprehend what he had said before the lava began rising, and George stepped onto the contraption. Dream dashed to the edge quickly, and whispered those three words back to him. He then stepped back, and the lava fell once again.
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wow im bad at writing romance stuff |:| <---thats a depression, btw.
ITS ACTUALLY WARM WHERE I LIVE SO IM IN SHORTS WOO HOO
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