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Dream could only helplessly watch as the man he loved was killed. The crowd had pushed him back, eliminating all sight of his lover. He was being held back by an old friend, trying to keep Dream from making any rash or harsh decisions. So he had to watch as his lover screamed for help.

As George screamed for Dream.

George had been murdered all because of Dream. If Dream just hadn't pursued his love for George, the brunet wouldn't be pleading and screaming for his life right before him. If they hadn't done this, they wouldn't have been caught. If George's father didn't find out, then they wouldn't be where they were right now. George would be alive.

Bad pulled Dream back, covering Dream's mouth to contain screams. He couldn't bring any attention to himself, George was already hurt, if he made himself known he would be dead too. "Dream, you have to leave. If George's father's ruffians find you, you're dead." Dream couldn't move. Although the real-life screams were over, they still echoed in Dream's mind. Reminding him of the one thing he couldn't do anything about.

Bad grabbed a hold of Dream's shoulders and shook him out of it. "You hear me? You need to get out of here, you need to run." Tears spilled from Dream's eyes.

"I... I can't just leave him." Dream said, motioning to the lifeless body.

After seeing their show, the crowd began to thin.

That disgusted Dream. They didn't even care, they just came to watch.

"We'll take care of him. We'll be gentle. He'll get the goodbye he deserves." Bad gave his friend a quick hug goodbye. "But you need to go now. Please before you get hurt too."

Dream merely nodded. He sluggishly ran toward the woods, his breath lagged and strained. His eyes were tired and puffy as he continued to run.

Dream had a different plan, though.

Dream would do anything to know George was alive and healthy. He would even consult the one person his entire village avoided.

The Keeper.

A Demon.

And he was going to make an even stupider decision.

He was going to make a deal

...

In a clearing, Dream took out his leather-bound book and quill. It was common knowledge on how to summon this vermin, vile creature. Everyone knew the spell, the chants, the materials. The only question was if they did it or not.

Dream cautiously recited the incantation. Careful to not trip over the tricky Latin words. A gust of wind forcefully flipped the pages, fire rose around the little spell circle on the ground. Behind the dancing, flames were golden eyes and a coy smirk.

A slim suit hugging his body.

Sapnap.

"Well, well, well..." The demon tapped his chin as he drank Dream in. "So you're the one who was dumb enough to fall in love with GeorgeNotFound? One of the richest sons in the entire kingdom, tell me, how did you manage that?" Dream's eyes blew wide with confusion.

"How-"

"The entire kingdom is talking about it. How the little servant boy thought he could be with the Lord's son." Dream grit his teeth. "I heard what happened, how your little lover boy died at the hands of his own father." Sapnap circled the blond as he taunted him. "He was disgusted that he was with a man." Sapnap grinned at the blond's reaction to that.

"That's not the point of this. I'm not here for you to mock me." Sapnap laughed.

"Then what is this about? A hot new rebound? Riches? What did you come to me for?"

Dream stood tall, he took a deep breath. "I want you to bring him back." Sapnap's eyes widened with surprise, but then an amused smirk formed on his lips.

"You know, bringing someone back from the dead will cost a lot," Sapnap said, crossing his arms.

"What do you want? A sacrifice? My life?" Dream was willing to give anything to make sure that George was safe.

"I want your service." Sapnap pushed himself forward, moving toward the blond. "For all of eternity, you will watch him be reborn into a new life. He will live his life happily, with a new family, a new man, without you." Sapnap grinned, "You will watch him, grow, marry, and die. Over and over and over."

"What will you get out of that?" Dream snarled.

"Me? I will feed off of your pain and anguish."

"What?" Dream asked, his eyes blowing open wide.

"You didn't know? You're little town just loves to talk about me so much I thought you knew." Sapnap smiled, leaning in close. "Demons feed off other's pain. And you will keep me fed. And as punishment for this deal, you will need to feed on other's pain as well."

"George will never know your face. You're not allowed to talk to him or let him see you. He will never know who you are and you will break."

Dream's voice was tight. "Will he be happy? Will he be safe?"

"I'll ensure it." Sapnap held out his hand. "So what will it be?"

"It's a deal." Dream said. Sapnap said, he didn't hesitate, he eagerly took the blond's hand.

...

Dream cursed to himself as he held a wad of letters in his hand. His fingers crinkled the crisp paper from his grip. A new letter laid before him, the once clean parchment stained with his own tears.

The pair had often conversed through letters. They couldn't risk talking face to face in the daylight. Instead, they would slip notes and letters into the palm of the other's hand as they slipped by one another.

Dream kept every one of them. They were locked away in a drawer, always there for him to look back on later. He savored them, even the one that broke him.

"Dream,

I'm afraid this letter is a bit rushed, Love. But I don't have much more time to give it the effort I usually do. I only have a little time before my father goes after you, which means I only have so much time to stop him.

He saw us, Love. He caught sight of us that night in the garden. I'm so sorry, I truly thought we were alone. He told me this morning there is a warrant out for your arrest. I couldn't bear to tell you to your face. So I'm telling you now. I'm sorry that I didn't, I know I should have. You deserve that much. But I just wanted to have this moment with you and not have it be rushed by shortened time.

I'm sorry that my father is such a cruel man, but his tyrannical acts will never reduce my love for you. Not at all.

I write this letter to you to say goodbye. I write in the candlelight of your bedroom as you sleep in the bed behind me. When you wake, I'm afraid I will be long gone. I apologize that you must wake to an empty bed. I hate that you will for a long time after this as well.

All of my letters, all of your words, all of our lyrical masterpieces will have to end here, I'm afraid. But hopefully, they don't die with me, hopefully, you treasure them. I know I will.

Before I go, I remind you of this: Never stop writing, Love. Never lose sight of the power your words hold. Your writing is one of a kind, Darling. Your work is worthy of a thousand publications in England.

My love for you is eternal, enough to last a multitude of lifetimes. Never once will my heart and body forget the way I ache for you.

I was always horrible at signing off our letters. I could never get our goodbyes right, maybe because I always knew there was going to be another letter. We didn't need a farewell before tonight.

You know as well as I do I hate goodbyes. You always signed off with love and XO's. I, however, left it with my name, there was always room to begin the next letter. Tonight, to make you happy, I will leave in a way that I think you will enjoy.

This time I don't write an ending that can be responded to, tonight I write the end of our story.

Love, Yours, Sincerely 

Forever your's, George

P.S. Don't chase after me. Tonight, I save you. Run Dream and don't look back.

Dream wasn't quick enough when he woke the next morning. Because when he finally got to the square, George was already there screaming next to him. And he had saved Dream, because George's father was dead next to him. George would have lived if it weren't for his minions that had finished the brunet off.

But that didn't matter right now, because Dream could bring him back. "And Dream?" Dream looked up at the evil Demon who had called his name.

“Not only will you watch him, but you are a Demon. A regular demon who can be summoned when demanded. You can strike deals, and at some point, you will need to. To survive you will feed off other’s misery.” Dream gulped but nodded. “Personal deals are different. Those are when a human summons you and you have a contract. A contract written in blood. You will protect this person and feed off of anyone who tries to harm them. You will protect them, and you will feed off their enemies fear of you.”

“Why?” Dream said, his heart racing.

“Because I know it will hurt you. And who’s pain do I feed off of?”

“Mine.” Dream answered, lowering his gaze to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“Good.” Sapnap grinned. “Though, that won’t happen for a long time. You’re only a low-level one demon right now. Right now, you are only my apprentice, my assistant, my fuel.”

Dream looked up at the man. He stared into his blazing eyes. “I understand the terms. Now bring him back.”

“You can’t have any contact with him.”

“I know.”

“He won’t know who you are. In any lifetime.”

“I know.” Dream said, more aggressively than the last time. Sapnap rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. “There. Happy?”

“I want proof.”

Sapnap groaned, “So needy, damn. There. Proof.” A warped, oval portal formed before Dream. It showed him exactly what he wanted. There on the ground was a gasping George as his eyes fluttered open. Bad ran to him and at the sight of the half-Demon half-human, George smiled. Dream knew that at this moment George had no recollection of Dream. But he was happy and healthy, so Dream was content.

Still, Dream couldn't deny that there was hurt and pain that lingered in his chest. Exactly what Sapnap said he was going to feel, what the upper-Demon said he was going to feed on.

Dream could feel the pain leave his body. It left him weak and hollow. Just like a fragile empty shell of a man who gave up everything for his love.

But his George was safe and that was all that mattered. 

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Dream’s life was tiring. He watched as George grew, found a new love, and lived happily without ever remembering what he and Dream had. Now, George laid on his deathbed; his husband had passed a few years ago, leaving George alone.

Sapnap kept his promise, though. He was sure that George lived a happy and full life. And he had; he had married and traveled like he had always wanted to. When he came home, he inherited the riches that rightfully belonged to him.

George was more than comfortable. However, he hadn't had any children. This saddened and relieved Dream at the same time.

So here was old man George. His body was frail and thin, yet there he was, writing away in a little journal with a quill.

His brows were furrowed like they usually were when George was focused. Dream was curious to know what he was writing, though, but he wasn't all that surprised to find him scribbling away, even when he was moments away from his last breath.

Of course, George would spend his last waking moments pouring his heart onto the page. It seemed to be a running theme with him. Just before he left, he would say goodbye. George and Dream were writers; they always would be at heart.

Dream was taken aback when he heard a soft voice speak up. George was alone, so who would he possibly be talking to?

“Dream, darling, I wrote this letter for you.”

Dream froze at the words. George couldn't see him, so how could he possibly...

And with those words, George was gone. His rising chest halted and his breath ceased. The only essence that was left in the room was Dream’s evil one.

His last breath was gentle. The room was silent.

This was Dream’s second time now: losing the love of his life right before his eyes.

Dream walked carefully over to the folded letter. He lifted it and began to read it.

It had been so long since he had been able to see George’s thoughts like this, spilled out onto a page in messy black cursive.

“Dream,

I know you ran all those years ago. I know that I spent the rest of my life without you in my mind. I don't know why but tonight in my last moments, I have been graced with the image of your face.

Wherever you may be, I hope you get to see the contents of this letter. I know that this memory of you will fade soon.

I’m not entirely sure as to why, but you know I will never complain about seeing you. I think that our love was too strong to succumb to whatever curse has been placed upon our shoulders. We can break whatever the universe throws at us.

I don't know why I was cursed with forgetting you, but know that my love for you will never die. If these last moments are all I have of you, it is all I need. I am glad that my last memories are filled with you.

I hope that one day I will see you again. Perhaps another lifetime, Love. We will meet again; our love is too strong to be restrained by this. I will find you and I will not let you slither from my grasp again.

It is hard to believe that it has been 60 years since I’ve held you. Since that fateful night I lost you. I don't know how, but I am here. I feel that I should’ve been dead sooner. I feel that you meddled with someone to bring me back. I pray to the Lord above that you didn't. I hope you didn't hurt yourself in order to let me be happy.

That wouldn't surprise me though. You were always unable to be persuaded out of your ideas. You always did have the craziest plans.

I hope you are well. I hope you have found happiness. I hope that your life has been filled with joy and love.

I end my letter the way you would’ve wanted me to.

Forever yours, George.”

Dream’s heart broke as he read George’s signoff. Why was he able to remember? Why did he go through all of that just to remember Dream in the end?

Dream was outraged; his blood boiled. Sapnap must have known this would happen. He did this to make Dream even more hurt.

…

With the letter still clutched in his hand, he stomped toward the upper demon.

The fire demon immediately grinned when he saw that Dream was upset.

“Why did he remember, Sapnap?”

“He wasn’t supposed to.” Despite the demon’s amusement, he seemed just as confused as Dream was. George wasn't ever supposed to remember Dream. Yet on his deathbed, he did.

“Although, I do enjoy this anger you have radiating off of you.” Sapnap smiled. “A very satisfactory meal I have ahead of me if I do say so myself.” Dream bared his teeth in anger.

“Shut up,” Dream retorted.

Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed. He stepped closer to Dream and wrapped a hand around the younger man’s neck. “I can make you suffer even more than you already are. I can make your life hell. I can break you apart piece by piece and you won't be able to do anything about it.” Sapnap tightened his grip around Dream’s windpipe. Dream gasped for air.

Dream was just on the verge of passing out when Sapnap let him go. Dream rubbed his neck as he gasped for breath. “Rot… in hell, Sapnap.” Dream panted.

“Psh, I already have, Dream. It’s not as bad as you humans think it is.”

Dream thought for a moment as he caught his breath. “Will it happen again?”

Sapnap tapped the ash from his cigarette, “I have no clue. We’ll have to see.” He took in a puff of smoke. “Now, you have some work to do.”

“Like what?” Dream asked.

“I think it's time you learn how to make personal deals.” Sapnap threw the blond a little white rag doll. Dream caught it easily. He eyed it carefully, waiting for Sapnap to explain.

“You’ll be using this, and you will be using it to protect those you make deals with. You will, just like me, feed off of those who try to harm them.”

“Why are you making me do this?” Dream asked as he looked up at the other male.

“Because I need you to stay strong. It’s just how it works. I can only use you for so long before you grow weak yourself, leaving nothing for me to feed on.”

“So you’re saying…”

“You’re going to feed off people’s pain and fear.” Sapnap grinned. “You have so much to learn as my apprentice.”

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Dream was never the type to make his own deals. But sometimes, he had to be. By contract, Dream was a demon, his service was to Sapnap and nothing else. Unless he were to make his own deals. Then, he would leave Sapnap alone until his duty as a protector to whoever summoned him was fulfilled. That wasn't very often.

On very few, rare occasions Dream had agreed to a deal of his own. One of those times was a quiet fall evening in the year 1692 when a young witch had called upon him for protection.

“You have summoned me for what?” He asked, annoyed. Over the years that he had watched George from the sidelines, he had grown irritable and impatient. His once colourful world was morphed into nothing but dull lifeless black and white. After watching his love live and die multiple times, he didn't see any point anymore.

“You have heard of the trials, have you not?” The woman asked softly, “In Salem?” She crossed her arms, almost in order to console herself, and avoided the demon’s powerful gaze.

“I have.” Dream answered. In fact, he knew everything about them. In this life, the immortal’s love had been born a witch. He was very cautious of the Salem Witch Trials that were growing in popularity in the area. Dream prayed that George wouldn’t be caught. He couldn't watch George die this soon. Here, in this lifetime, George was at the meek age of twenty-three. The same age that Dream was stuck being for the rest of eternity.

“You may or may not know, but I am a witch myself. I came across the instructions to summon you and found that you were a demon who would agree to deals of protection.”

“Okay,”

“A friend and I are practitioners of witchery. With everything going on, he and I are in need of protection.”

“You know what this will cost, correct?” Dream was impatient, he wanted to go back and check on George again. He didn't watch over him 24/7 but he did check-in, just to be sure he was truly happy. Just like Sapnap had ordered him to.

“You will protect me. In return, I will provide negative energy for you. It can either be my own or the negative feelings of my enemies.” She said nearly reciting the summary in the journal that held the instructions to summon the blond demon.

“So you understand that if you do not provide for me, I will consume your own negative emotions?” Dream asked.

“I understand the terms perfectly.” She sighed. “No one knows about my friend and me. Two witches in close proximity is just asking for trouble. He’s a powerful witch and most likely won’t need or ask for help but if he is in danger-”

“I’ll be there.” Dream always was a big softie. “Once you or your friend need my help I will be there. I can sense your fear and hurt. I’ll be there when you call for me.” He said softly. The woman looked up at Dream’s eyes. This had been the first time she had made eye contact with a demon. Frankly, she found his eyes almost… Comforting.

“Thank you.” She said, relieved. She held out her hand for Dream to shake. “Our blood bond is already made. Ready to fully seal the deal?” Dream took the woman’s hand and shook it firmly.

“I will protect you to the best of my ability.” Dream’s confident and stern eyes turned soft. “Although may I ask you a question?” He dropped his hand.

“You may.”

“Why is a witch like you practicing dark spells and summoning a demon like me? Isn't that against the rules of a coven?”

The woman sighed. “My coven means a lot to me. However, this friend of mine means more. I was willing to use dark magic to protect us both.” She looked up at Dream. “Though, you don't seem like the cause of something dark… You seem almost… Somber.”

Dream groaned. “This is why I always hated working with you witches. Your group is always too good at reading people.”

She grinned, “That's my whole specialty. I do readings: Palm and tarot. Even just looking at you I can tell you are someone who did not want to become what you are. You are selfless, protective. You don't want to be like this yet you are doing it for another. A lover? A family member? A friend, perhaps? I’m not entirely sure but whoever it is, your love for them is unconditional. A bond between two people that cannot be broken.”

“I thought that too at one point in time. But after watching over him for 172 years and multiple lifetimes, I’m close to giving up on the idea that our love is too strong to be broken.”

The woman was baffled, “172 years? You look no older than your early twenties.”
Dream chuckled, “I’m 195 counting my years as a human. I gave up my mortality to save my love. Now I’m bound to the life of a demon for all of eternity.”

The young woman frowned. “I wish I could help you. I’m so sorry.” She hesitated a moment before speaking again. “My own love is gone too. She was the second victim of the trials. I only lost her a few weeks ago. I understand the pain of losing the one you would give up everything for. That’s why I can't lose my friend, I’ve already lost so much.”

Dream shoved his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. “I like you.” He said plainly.

The woman chuckled, “Ditto.” Dream smiled as she continued speaking. “Most demons and witches don't get along but I like you.”

Dream smiled sadly. “Sad to say it but you're the first friend I’ve made in 172 years.” He looked over at her.

“Well Dremon, you’re my first friend that's a demon.” She thought for a moment. “Truthfully, you act more like an angel. I don't think I’ve ever met a demon as nice as you.”

Dream cocked a brow. “Have you ever met another demon?”

“Well- No. But I expected them to be meaner.” She said sheepishly.

Dream took a deep breath. “Believe me, the majority of them are.” Dream outstretched his hand. “The name is Dream.” He said politely.

“Onyx.” She said back as she shook his hand for the second time that night.

“Thanks for the compliment, Onyx. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten one.”

“You deserve it. You’re too kind of a soul not to.”

“I need to go. But call for me and I’ll be here. Any time you are in danger or scared. I’m here. Same with your friend, you let him know for me.”

“I will.” She said as she gave him a little wave goodbye.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Onyx.”

“Same here, I hope everything goes well between you and your man.” She salutes him before the demon vanishes in a cloud of smoke.

==Six Days Later==

It had only been a few times that Dream had been summoned by Onyx. ⅔ of those times he found her eyeing a spider trapped under a cup. Well the third time, he wasn’t entirely sure what the circumstances were this time.

He showed up casually, his body was slacked and off guard. Dream expected it to be just like the past two times but he didn't find Onyx in her usual place in her little cottage. Instead, he found her crying in the middle of the forest. He immediately rushed to her.

She was sobbing and clutching her side in pain. “Please.” Heart-wrenching cries were heard as he tried to console her. “They got him, he’s just past the clearing. Go help him.”

“But you’re hurt.” Dream argued.

“I’ll be fine, just go. Help him, Dream.” Dream nodded and rushed to the clearing. Over the past few weeks, more and more people have been found and burned for their ‘crime’. Since then, he had almost no time to watch over George. But he knew he would be okay, George was strong like that. Besides, Sapnap had promised that George would live happily and safely, he was going to be fine.

Besides, right now, it was Onyx that he was magically bonded to. He didn't have the choice to watch over George as often as before. Sadly, their deal is his first priority.

Dream was surprised that he hadn’t been summoned by Onyx’s friend. It had only been her. This friend of hers must’ve been a strong man, one who wasn't scared easily enough that he had to be calling for help.

Dream froze when he heard a deep manly voice make its way through the trees.

“You will be burned for your crimes! By writing spells and using them, you have betrayed your people. Now, let’s burn the witch!” Cheers erupted in the distance.

Dream raced to follow the voice and applause. But the man was already tied up to the wooden post. He was calm, his body slacked. Almost as if he knew what was coming, like he was prepared for it. He was strong. Dream could tell just by the figure of his body.

Dream couldn't entirely make him out, but his figure seemed so familiar.
The man’s eyes widened as the fire blazed around him and his once prepared composure broke. In the cracks of his facade, Dream could see the fear the man had been withholding inside of him.

And then he screamed and cried. He pleaded for his lover.

He pleaded for Dream to help him, to find him. The man was so scared.

It was hard to recognize him within the flames but by the sound of his voice, Dream knew exactly who it was. Dream broke, tears spilled from his eyes. It had been too late, Dream failed to keep his part of the deal. He had failed to protect both of them.

Onyx finally limped her way back to him. Her hand clutching her torso in pain.

Together, the two of them faced the reality before them.

Dream had lost him again. Sooner than he was supposed to. “That is him, isn't it? Your lover through lifetimes?” She asked, her voice barely heard over the cheers surrounding them.

“It is.” The screams of pain faded and a cheer of joy arose from the crowd. ‘The Witch is dead!’ They yelled joyously. “He’s supposed to live a long happy life. I don't know why, but in this one, he didn't.” He let the tears stream down his cheek and drip from his chin.

“Your bond is strong. Whatever curse you two are under won’t change that. I don't know when exactly, but in the end, you two will be together again.”

“I dont think so.” Dream turned away from the scene. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer. George was supposed to always have a full life. He wasn't supposed to be gone so soon. Which meant, Sapnap hadn’t kept up his end of the bargain. “Tonight I’ve given up on the outlandish idea of hope that he will return to me again.”

“Go hide somewhere they won't find you. I’ll be back later to watch over you.” Dream would never leave the side of his summoner again. He would protect them 24/7 now, he did not want to fail again. “I have something to take care of first.”

Right now, Dream had a bone to pick with a certain demon.

==With Dream and Sapnap==

Sapnap balled his fists and swung but his hand froze only centimeters away from Dream’s face. Dream tested the demon again. “Why did you do it? You said he was supposed to live happily for all of his lives. Why did it change now?”

“For being my bitch you back talk quite often.”

Dream snarled and spit in Sapnap’s face. Sapnap angrily pursed his lips and whipped the saliva from his cheek. “You’re asking for it, aren't you?” Sapnap asked, his temper rising. “Do you want me to make it worse for you? For both of you?”

“You already have!” Dream yelled, his brows furrowed in anger. Tears spilled from his eyes, the strength of his emotions had his heart pumping and tears gathering.

“I wanted to see you hurt. I wanted to see him hurt.” Sapnap clenched his teeth. Sapnap’s eyes almost sparkled at the memory of George’s screams at the stake. “I couldn't help it. I wanted to see him die, just because I knew how much it would hurt you. I love to watch you suffer, Dream. It’s too satisfactory to deny myself of.”

Sapnap was boiling with anger. Fire arose around him, his eyes turned the orange color of it. Blues and reds were surrounding them both. Dream was worried, but Sapnap seemed unbothered. It was almost like he was strengthened in the familiar heat. It was Sapnap’s habitat.

Dream burned. All up his arms and his chest. His legs ached and stung from the vicious hungry flames.
He thought it was over when the flames finally died but he was so very wrong.

Sapnap pushed Dream to the ground. Already weak from the previous pain, Dream didn’t put up much of a fight. He let Sapnap kick and punch him. Until he bled and until his face was bruised beyond recognition. And when Sapnap was finished with him, the upper demon left.

Too immobile to do anything, Dream laid there staring at the ceiling of the cave they were in. The once cool ground was burning hot from the fire.

He laid and he stared. And he thought about the man he loved.

And as he fell asleep, he imagined he was being held in George’s arms.

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When George walked into his new home, he expected something much different. He expected something much... Worse.

Not pretty walls and a spacious kitchen. He was waiting for there to be creaks and cracks, bad plumbing. Maybe a ghost or two. But this? This was gorgeous.

Of course, there was a small catch. But it was a catch that he was perfectly fine with after seeing the beauty of this place. All he had to do was go through a few boxes of old stuff that the previous owners had left to get ahead of all the other claims on the house. The landlord said that some of it dated back almost fifty years. That wasn’t surprising seeing that the house was decades old.

George was just fine with that if that meant he got the house.

Him being a popular author helped too. The owner had been wearing a shirt that was for the novels George had written. With a google search later, the landlord was already close to just giving the house to George.

So the one thing that didn’t surprise George was the mountain of boxes in the center of the living room.

George plopped down in front of the boxes and grabbed one. He dragged it toward him and began rifling through it.

You may be wondering “Why is he already doing it? That’s not very realistic, he should be procrastinating.”

Well, George wanted to avoid work at all costs. So that’s why he was sitting in front of the boxes instead of his laptop. Currently, his agent was on his ass about getting his last novel of the series out to the world. But right now, he just didn’t want to. He couldn’t. Lately, writing had felt wrong.

Being an author didn’t pay as handsomely as other people would think. Especially since George was currently drowning in student loans and all other kinds of debt he didn’t really have as much money for himself in the end. That’s why he was ready to agree to anything for this cheap house.

George was a fairly popular Author in the Young Adult Fantasy world. He was small but still had his fanbase. He had his share of weird and normal fans and the weird fourteen-year-old children trying to stalk him. Hell, there were adults trying to stalk him. But he had what he needed. He didn’t need anything more than what was in front of him. He was just happy to be writing, he was happy that someone was enjoying his work.

Right now, George was content listening to music and sorting what things would be donated and trashed. Even though he was exhausted from last night’s lack of sleep, he was almost having fun in the living room of his new house and having a chill afternoon. For a moment, he wasn’t worried about his deadline for his rough draft or the fact that there was a slight chance this book wouldn’t do as good as his agent said it would.

He wasn’t worrying. And it was such a nice change. For once, he finally felt calm.

Even though he knew he should be working on his book he was too comforted by the pouring rain and the soft music. Everything felt nice.

George rummaged through the box of trinkets and other random objects. He stuck his hand down into the box and his fingers brushed a little tiny stuffed animal. He pulled it out and eyed the little fabric creature. His fabric was worn and aged, as well as a few drops of red liquid were dripped onto it. He figured it to just be red paint.

The white stuffed doll’s smile was wicked yet it wasn’t very intimidating seeing as how the little blob figure was just barely big enough to fit into the palm of George’s hand.

Unable to decide if he should get rid of him, George set the little blob in his lap to rest there until he came to his conclusion. He didn’t think anything odd about the demonic-looking little stuffie.

George continued digging and soon came across worn pieces of parchment bound together with thick red thread.

He took it out and studied it. He didn’t recognize it so he assumed it to be handmade. He flipped through the blood-splattered pages. He hoped that it wasn’t real blood stained into the aged parchment. Still, he touched it a little lighter than before, trying to avoid the so-called ‘blood’. He flipped to a page and on it was a foreign language he found eerily familiar.

George flipped back a few pages. There he found so-called instructions to summon a ‘demon’. How cute. He assumed it to be a prop for a school or town play that had been left behind.

Now he knew for sure the blood was just painted.

He looked to the cover. On it, there was a drawing that matched the little rag doll that rested in his lap.

He kinda wanted to try it...

‘No that was stupid, it wouldn’t work.’ He argued with the other half of his brain.

‘Well if it’s not going to work, what’s the harm right?’ The other half argued back.

Damn. Right brain George had a good argument, very persuasive.

George flipped back a few pages. He found instructions for the doll. His face turned sour. “I have to make my own doll? I have one right here, why?” His eyes drifted to the bottom of the page.

-Making your own doll ensures that the deal is yours alone-

George shook his head and set the items down in the donate pile.

He continued to rifle through the box. He winced when something poked his finger.

Before sticking his hand back in, he sucked his finger for a moment to relieve the pain. When it was gone, he peered down into the box while looking inside it this time.

“Well, that’s a sign from the universe if I’ve ever seen one.”

The last objects left in the box were white fabric and a sewing set. Along with a few stray needles that were the culprit of poking him.

Well, now he couldn’t ignore it.

...

George was very sure about one thing: He was horrible at sewing. He poked almost all of his fingers more than once. His blood spotted the once clean white fabric. Finally though, with more than a few rough stitches, an uneven set of eyes, and a crooked smile, George finally finished the rag doll.

He opened the book to the page with the unknown tongue. He eyed it for a moment. He didn’t know why, but when he went to try and speak it, it left his mouth more than perfect.

A feeling that George couldn’t quite place flowed through him. It all felt so familiar. As if he knew the language. Like he had spoken and written in it thousands of times. It felt right to him. He didn’t know how but he continued the incantation flawlessly.

Letting what felt like magic flow through him was comforting. It was something that was so familiar to him. It gave him the same odd comfort that writing did. It felt like a part of him.

It was like a feeling of Deja Vu throughout his entire body.

In his living room, a cloud of smoke began to form. Then, he locked eyes with a man.

It was too late when he realized he had taken it too far.

____Dream____

Dream had recovered fine from that night with Sapnap. He had only walked away with a few burns on his arms and legs as well as a scar on his cheekbone and another scar along his jaw. The jagged yet healed skin had been a reminder to be content with what he was given.

He hasn’t back-talked Sapnap since.

But it had been years since then. George had been reincarnated three more times since. They were all fairly uneventful, long-lived, and normal. Which was exactly what Dream hoped for. The only flukes had been his first life and in 1692. He lived, made friends and lovers, then died content with his life.

Now here they were in 2020. For 500 years Dream has been stuck at the age of 23 and continuously watching his love. For six separate lives altogether. This year, Dream really hadn’t had the chance to watch over George as often as before. He had been too caught up in deals to do so. All Dream knew was that George was finally pursuing his writing career and had just recently bought a new house somewhere in the state of Florida.

Dream was actually just about to go check up on George. (Mainly at Sapnap’s request. He had said “Go see your lover boy. I need a little pick me up and your sadness will make me feel better.”) But Dream was going to go see him regardless. Just a little check-in of his own until he was summoned again.

Which unfortunately was right now.

What a wonderful time to be summoned.

He hated that he couldn’t ignore his summonings. He couldn’t ignore them even if he pleased.

He groaned and impatiently looked at the man who had summoned him.

And Dream’s heart swelled.

___Dream & George___

Whatever George had just summoned appeared to be annoyed. Fairly so, seeing as how he was just unwillingly summoned to a young man’s living room.

Unless he was into that?

George did find him a little hot.

George shook away that thought. No time for that.

George confidently met Dream’s stern eyes.

But then the man’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of George.

George took this as his time to speak. “I uh... I didn’t expect it to work.” George said as he gripped his arm. “I thought it was a joke. But then things escalated and I couldn’t stop... Sorry, I summoned you like that.” George was still trying to convince himself this was a joke. There was no way this was legit.

The ‘demon’ stared at him.

Dream was lost for words.

George’s doe eyes.

His lips.

His pale skin.

It was all George. Right in front of him. To look at. This time, George was looking straight back. No more one-way glances, their eyes were locked this time.

Dream finally was able to speak. “Maybe don’t mess around with magic again, okay?” George was surprised, the man’s voice was softer than he had anticipated. Who knew demons were this nice?

George nodded, “Lesson learned, swear. No more experimenting with weird books.” George held out his hand as he introduced himself. “My name’s George.”

“Dream.” He shook George’s hand back in a polite manner.

The name struck a feeling in George he couldn’t quite place.

The feeling was brushed away when he felt Dream jerk his hand away.

“Shit.” Dream said. “Shit. I shook your hand.” George was confused.

“Yeah, so?”

“What do you mean, ‘So’?” Dream was panicking. He wasn’t supposed to have contact with George -Let alone - Let alone-

“Yeah. ‘So’. What does that mean? Now you’re freaking me out!”

Dream stopped and looked dead straight into George’s eyes. “I think I may have just accidentally magically bonded us together.”

George’s eyes widened.

And then he got dizzy.

And he fucking fainted.

_____

It only lasted a minute, thank God. By the time Dream caught the brunet his eyes were already fluttering open again.

"I… what happened?" George was confused when his eyes fully opened. He looked around and then at the demon who had caught him.

"You fainted, are you alright, lo-?" Dream bit his tongue, stopping himself from finishing the pet name. Dream cleared his throat awkwardly. “Are you alright George?” He corrected.

“I’m fine... A little woozy though. What happened? I just remember you talking and then I’m here-” George’s words were quickly paced and frightened. Understandably so, seeing as how he had no clue what happened.

“You’re fine. You just fainted. You’re okay now.”

George shook away the fatigue and pushed himself away from the demon. He swayed as he got his balance back. “You’re quite kind for a demon...” George stood tall and met Dream’s eyes. “Quite the act you’ve made up. Why are you being nice, hm? Going to stab me in the back?”

Dream was a little taken aback. “No, of course not.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Did you even read the journal before you summoned me?”

George bit his lip and avoided Dream’s eyes. “Uhh, yes?”

Dream facepalmed and dragged his hand down his face to rest on his chin. “You have no idea what you’ve agreed to, do you?”

George shook his head side to side.

Dream sighed. “When you summoned me, you summoned a demon of protection. Think of me as an anti-hero. A guardian angel willing to do dirty work.” Dream smiled and grabbed the familiar book that rested on the floor next to George.

“ The role of the dream demon is the one of a guardian. The Dremon will protect the summoner at any cost. They will feed off of the summoner’s enemies’ pain as fuel.” Dream flipped back a few pages. He eyed it for a moment then his eyes lit up with hope.

“ Wait, did you finish the blood pact? It only works if the summoner’s blood is spilled on the rag doll.”

Again, George bit his lip. He dug his nails into his arm. “Not intentionally.”

Dream groaned. It wasn't that he didn't want to be around George but the fact that something bad could happen if he was. And if he was magically bonded to George, then there was no breaking the spell until Dream's duty as a guardian was completed.

George furrowed his brow and spoke in defense. “Hey, look, sewing is hard, okay. I poked my fingers, see?” George held out his palm as proof. On nearly every finger there were multiple spots with blood.

Dream’s stomach churned.

“So yeah, some blood got onto the doll. It wasn't intentional. Besides, you’re a demon, can't you just… Break the spell or something?”

Dream shook his head. “Once the deal is made, it won't be over until I’m done protecting you from whatever you need shielding from.”

“What if there is nothing specific that I need protection from?” He peered up at Dream. The height difference wasn't much, no more than a head taller than George himself. But for staring right into a demon’s eyes, George didn't feel below him. He felt like they were equals. Dream’s eyes were kind, almost like they looked at George like he was the only thing in the universe.

George figured he looked at everyone like that. If he was truly as kind as he was making it seem.

George reached for the book. Dream handed it to him without hesitation. The moment the pages brushed his fingertips, he winced in pain. “Shit.” He cursed under his breath. At George’s pain, Dream’s stomach did another flip. He wasn't quite sure if it was because of his bond to George or just because of how much he cared for the brunet. It could have easily been both.

“Here come with me.” Dream held out his hand. George looked from his outstretched palm to the demon’s eyes. He eyed both of them hesitantly.

“Why?”

“You just moved in here, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You probably don't have ointment or bandaids, correct?” Dream cocked a brow.

“Where are you going to take me to get them? The depths of hell?” George asked, thinking his response was witty enough to win the exchange.

“No idiot. I’m taking you to the store.”

George gently took Dream’s hand. He didn't expect it to feel so right.

...

The moment they walked into the store Dream didn't seem out of place at all. For being a demon he was in casual clothes and immediately grabbed a basket. “Follow me.”

George obeyed.

“Isn't it weird? Being out in public like this? Aren't you like thousands of years old or something?” George asked as he brushed his hands along the items on the shelves. He had been so busy he hadn't been in the store for ages. His empty fridge was enough proof.

“Actually I’m 523.” Dream grabbed a box of bandaids from the shelf.

“Wow, you dont look like it,” George said as he looked up and admired the blond a little.

“Heh, well I was cursed with being 23 forever.”

“Why?” George asked as he grabbed a random item, eyed it, and set it back down.

“I did it to save someone.”

George nodded, “I see, that’s why you were made the demon of protection. I get it.”

Dream nodded and grabbed some Neosporin. He looked back at George, watching as he looked at a cluster of random items on the shelf. His nose turned up as he stood on the balls of his feet to see more clearly. George turned around and caught his gaze.

“Sorry, am I asking too many questions?”

Dream shook his head. “No. No, I don't mind.”

George cocked his head and eyed the demon. “I can tell it hurts when you talk about it. I won't ask anything else.” George’s eyes lit up like they usually did when he had a good idea. “Say, do you like snacks?” He asked.

“I do.” He didn't need them. He didn't even need to eat. But he wouldn't say no to George. “Well, to the snack aisle we go.” George absentmindedly wrapped his hand around Dream’s wrist and dragged him through the store.

And even though Dream wasn't even supposed to speak with him, he couldn't just ignore him, right?

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“Don't you think this a little extreme?” George asked as he sat on the countertop of his bathroom. Dream was wiping the little cuts thoroughly before putting a bandage on it. He repeated the gesture on all of the brunet’s fingertips.

Dream gave him a ‘really?’ look. “Did you see that needle? That thing was horribly rusted. You have to be careful. Why would you even think of using it?”

George blew a raspberry from his lips. “Are you like this with all of your summoners? This... Overbearing?”

Dream froze. “Uhm, sort of. It just depends.”

George watched the blond move his hands delicately across George’s fingertips as he continued to clean them.

He touched him like he had touched George before.

George felt a shiver crawl up his spine.

“Are you alright? Did that hurt?” Dream’s eyes were gentle and sincere as he whipped his head to meet the brunet’s gaze. There was no way this man was a demon. How could something so sweet be so evil?

“No, it’s alright.” George kicked his feet a little as he waited. “So how long are you staying with me? Is it going to be 24/7?” He asked casually.

“I... I typically don't like to leave the people I’m protecting. I’m bonded to you anyways, I shouldn't be leaving you alone regardless.”

“So you’re saying you can't really leave me alone can you?”

Dream shook his head from side to side. “No. Something bad happened a long time ago because I left one of them alone. I don't want that to happen again.”

George nodded as he looked around his new bathroom. “I see. Well, there is an extra bedroom. So my stuff will be here later today so I’ll get you some stuff to sleep later.” Dream nodded. He didn't need sleep but he wasn't going to deny the offer. Besides, he still liked naps, he just didn't need them anymore.

“George!! I’m here!” The pair jumped at the sudden third voice. But then George’s eyes softened and because of that, Dream calmed down too.

“That’s a friend of mine.” George didn't hop down to greet her, instead, he called for her. “In the bathroom!” Soon enough her footsteps drew closer and then she planted herself in the doorway. When she saw Dream’s large figure she recoiled in surprise.

“Oh I’m sorry, I wasn't aware you had company.” She said, still not having seen the man’s face.

George peered around Dream’s build. “Oh no, this is uhh... My roommate.”

She cocked a brow. “You didn't tell me about a roommate.” She said softly.

“Yeah well, it wasn't for sure so I didn't want to tell you yet.” George smiled.

The woman looked at the position they were in. “Are you sure you two are just roommates?”

George scoffed. “He was just helping me. Shut up.”

“Yeah, he’s too short to stand while I do it.” Dream mumbled slightly awkwardly. Though both of them heard it and the woman snickered while George glared at Dream.

“Hm, I like you. Turn around and introduce yourself.” She said as she crossed her arms and waited.

Dream smiled softly and turned around. When their eyes met both sets of them widened in surprise.

Though, they introduced themselves like it was nothing.

“Dream.” He held out his hand.

“Onyx.” She held out her own.

And for the third time. The pair shook hands.

...

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked frantically as they sat on the couch waiting for George to come back with tea.

“What the hell are you doing here? And why do you remember me?”

“I got reincarnated, dumbass.” She said,

“Obviously. But how ? Do you know how rare it is for mortals to get reincarnated that aren't a part of a curse or a deal?”

Onyx took a deep breath. “I’m not sure why it happened. But the universe obviously thought that I was needed here in this life just as much as my last. I didn't entirely remember things from my past life up until around my teen years I began to have dreams. I was seeing memories and scenes in my head that I knew I hadn't seen before in this time.

“I sought it out. I gave myself a tarot reading daily. Eventually, they led me to George. And that’s when it came back in full.”

“How much do you remember?” Dream asked.

“All of it.” SHe said. “It was overwhelming at first. To remember I had a different life back then. But with George, with all the lifetimes he’s gone through... It will be even worse for him.”

Dream nodded. “I hadn't even thought about that.”

“Sometimes he has nightmares. Just like I had before I remembered fully. Some nights he would sleep at my place and he would cry in his sleep. Almost every night. Sometimes about the flames, the burns. Or losing someone important.”

“Are you saying when he’s asleep, he can remember?”

Onyx gave a slight nod. “I think he’s been given glimpses into those lives before. I’m not sure why. Maybe the universe wants him to.”

“Okay, who wants tea?” George asked casually as he walked through the door and sat on the couch between the pair. He was trying to make it all seem normal and not like there was a demon on his davenport. Onyx smiled at him knowingly.

“What?” George asked as he noticed her gaze.

“Honey, I know.”

George went rigid. “Know what? There’s nothing to know.”

Dream stayed silent and let Onyx do the talking. Though there was a tiny smile on his lips as he watched George get flustered.

“About Dream. Darling, I’m a witch. You can’t hide that energy from me.”

George’s body slacked in relaxation. “Oh, God. I always forget that.” He put his head in his hands. Neither Dream nor Onyx could tell if it was from embarrassment or relief.

“What were you thinking, George? I thought I had taught you not to meddle with those types of things. You don't have the experience. That is dark, powerful, draining magic.”

Dream looked over at Onyx, ‘Like you’re one to talk’ he said with his eyes. Onyx rolled her eyes and ignored him. She too had been a young witch summoning powerful demons at one time.

“I know. But it just looked so silly-”

“That’s not the only reason, George. You know that.” Onyx said as she placed an arm on George’s shoulder.

George took a deep breath, hesitant to continue. Almost like if he did, he’d sound crazy. “It called to me. Like when I picked it up, it felt like I was supposed to. It just all felt right.” George said almost as if he were scared of the effect it had put on him.

Dream had almost forgotten that in one of George’s lives, he had been a powerful witch too. That power was still inside of him just begging to be used.

“Thank God you got a good one and you didn't summon an evil demon.”

George looked up at her. “How do you know he’s not bad though?” George took a deep breath. “Okay, that came out wrong. You’ve seemed very nice, Dream, but how do I know this isn't an act?”

“Honey, I have dealt with someone like him before. He is a good man. He was not born this way, he has the soul and morals of a human with a golden heart.”

Dream smiled at that.

“Thanks for the compliment, Onyx. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten one.”

“You deserve it. You’re too kind of a soul not to.”

Dream reminisced. Dream was excited to see the woman again. Over the year he had protected her, they had become good friends. Their exchanges were sincere and they talked freely with one another.

And before Dream had completed his job she said something he would never forget.

“I think you are my best friend.” She called after him before he left for good.

He looked back at her and smiled gingerly. “And I think you are mine.”

It had been such a long time since then. He wondered if she even remembered the friendly chat as vividly as he did. Did it mean as much to her as it did to Dream?

“So trust him. He’s here to protect you, I swear.” She gave George’s shoulder a squeeze and then looked back over at Dream.

“Dream. I trust you with my friend here. Do not let him leave your sight.”

George tried to argue, “Wait, okay. There’s not anything I even need protecting from. Why can't I leave his sight?”

“You were meant to stumble upon that book, you were meant to summon Dream. There may not be something now but the universe has brought you two together. It is preparing you both for something, something that you will need each other for. I don't know when that will happen, so don't let your guard down.”

Dream nodded. Even though he was a demon, he wasn't nearly as in touch with the universe as Onyx was.

“Now, let's steer away from that depressing topic, shall we? So, George, tell me how your novel is coming along.” She nudged George with her elbow.

Dream perked up in interest. He had been wanting to ask about that.

“It’s...Coming along I could say.” George fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I haven’t really had the motivation to write in the past few days... Or weeks.”

Onyx looked at him sadly. Dream bit back his compliments of George’s writing that he wanted to use to bring up George’s spirits. However, in this lifetime, he hadn't read it.

“What? Why not?” She asked.

George took a deep breath. “Lately it just hasn't felt right. I’ll sit down, ready to write, and then it feels like something is missing. Like this energy I need isn't there. Like almost…” George looked for the words to describe it.

“The person you need isn't there.” Dream finished. Dream understood the feeling. It had been years since he had picked up a pen and wrote. Without George, the idea of doing it seemed futile.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what it feels like. Have you written before?” George asked.

“I used to. With an old lover of mine.”

George’s face fell. “I’m so sorry.”

Dream laughed trying to hide the pain of remembering. It was still hard to think of it, even with the same man before his eyes. “It’s okay. He was always the better writer anyway. He wrote to me every night, every minute. Sometimes he would write to me when I was beside him.”

I write in the candlelight of your bedroom as you sleep in the bed behind me. When you wake, I'm afraid I will be long gone.

“I’m sure he was talented,” George said softly.

“He was. I still have all of the letters he’s written to me. Sometimes I read them, just so I can see a peak of his mind, his thoughts. Just like I used to.” Dream sniffed. “Sorry, this wasn't about me.”

“It’s okay. It seems you haven't had many people to vent to in a long time.” George answered.

“No. Not in a long time.” Dream smiled at George. “So what kind of novels do you write?” Dream asked, diverting the attention from him.

George smiled back. “Young adult fantasy. Some of my fans refer to my series as the new Harry Potter. I think they’re crazy.”

“Do you have a large fanbase?”

George shrugged. “I think so. I’m grateful for it and it's bigger than some, but not as big as my fans make it out to be.”

“How many books do you have out?” Dream asked.

“Three. Getting the fourth and last hopefully published in the next year or so.”

“That's amazing.” Dream said.

George blushed. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

The group finished their tea, waited for the movers, unpacked some of the necessities, and then it was time to bid Onyx goodnight. Dream walked her to the door to have one last word.

“Did you mean what you said back there? About us needing each other for something bigger or was that just you covering up that you think we’re meant to be together.” Dream asked. Though his tone was slightly playful, he was being serious.

Onyx bit her lip in thought. “Truthfully, I have been looking at the cards. And it warns me that I am on a path to losing people. Something is coming. Please protect him and yourself.” She hugged Dream goodbye and left. Leaving Dream stunned in the entryway.

When Dream walked back into the formal room again he found George stacking the teacups and bringing them back to the kitchen.

George froze, the tray mid-air in his hands. He looked at Dream. His face was calm but deep in his eyes he looked scared. To others, George would appear as perfectly confident. Dream knew otherwise, he knew George too well to not notice that George was off.

"What's wrong?" Dream asked as he gently took the tray from the brunet's hands and placed it on the coffee table.

George seemed a little taken aback that someone had seen through his mask.

"Do you think she's right? About something bad happening." George asked, looking at the demon.

"I will protect you if she is." Dream said softly. "I will protect you from anything that scares you."

George stared at him for a moment but then he smiled. "Thank you." He whispered. "I might just take you up on that."

…

It had been hours since then. And now Dream stared at the ceiling of the guest bedroom. (Correction: Dream’s temporary room as George called it.) During that time he had been wondering just how the hell he got here. And currently, he didn't have a good explanation.

How did he get here? How did he go from one moment to watching as George lived his life to being a part of it? How was he this lucky?

Dream’s thoughts froze when he heard sniffling and soft cries coming from the room next door. Onyx had told Dream of George’s nightmares but he hadn't expected to witness them so soon. Dream wondered if this was a nightly occurrence.

Dream slipped out from the sheets and made his way to the brunet’s door. He had stolen some sweatpants and an old sweatshirt from him to sleep in. Dream knocked on the door lightly, though there was no answer, only sleepy sniffling. Dream creaked the door open and peeked inside. He saw George curled up beneath the duvet.

Dream tiptoed over to the bed and gently shook the other man awake. “George, love, get up. You’re having a nightmare.” Dream scolded himself for the pet name that easily tumbled from his lips. He hoped the brunet was too out of it to notice.

“Dream?” George woke up, his eyes fluttering open slowly. “I’m sorry, did I wake you.” Dream brushed George’s hair away from his sweaty face. George let his eyes close with comfort as Dream’s fingers brushed his forehead.

“No, you didn't,” Dream reassured. “Are you scared?”

“No I’m fine, I swear.”

Dream looked at him skeptically. “George.” The brunet looked up at Dream. “Do you want me to hold you?”

“Would it be stupid if I said yes?” Dream shook his head and smiled at the other.

After that, George eagerly accepted the offer. He slid off the bed and clung onto Dream like a koala. His arms up and around his neck. HIs legs around Dream’s waist. His head is buried in the skin of Dream’s shoulder. George calms down but doesn't pull his head away from the blond. “This is pathetic.” He sniffles.

“It's not. I’m here to protect you. Not just from physical things but I will protect you from anything that scares you.” Dream whispered. “You will only have happiness when I’m around.” Dream ran his hand up and down George’s spine. It had been so long since he had held his love.

The feeling of Dream's hands felt right to George as he held him.

“I am here for as long as you need me.”

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Dream had eventually left the brunet alone to sleep when he finally calmed down. He laid him back down, brushed the hair from his tear-streaked face, and bid him goodnight.

Though he couldn't help it, when he went back to his designated room, he was once again staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were wide with consciousness. His fingertips burned where they had brushed along George’s skin. It had been so long since he had held him, yet even after 500 years his body still tingled at his touch. George still had the same effect on Dream’s body as he did when they had first met.

Dream stared at his calloused fingers. All of the horrid things that they had been used for. All the people Dream has hurt with them. Dream wondered, would George still end up loving him knowing about all the things he’s used them for? Yet despite all the things they had done, they still tingled with electricity when touched by George.

And so, just like so many nights before, Dream fell asleep at the thought of George’s touch. He imagined his hands were wrapped around dream’s waist. That his fingers were running through his hair.

He knew when he fell asleep his dreams would be filled with George.

But he knew when he would wake, there would be no one there to hold.

“Dream.” Dream’s eyes fluttered open. For being a demon who didn't need sleep to function, he felt exhausted. His eyes were crusty, almost like he had been crying in his sleep.

Maybe drifting off to the idea of George was a bit too much for his mind to handle.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice hoarse and lathered in sleep.

“Were you in my room last night?” George asked, his eyes stern, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, why?”

George looked angry now, “Why would you think that was okay? To just go into my room like that?”

Dream was awake now. He was sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Okay, hold on. What? Why are you upset?”

“Because, I hardly know you, that wasn’t okay.”

“You were upset, I came in to make sure you were alright.”

“Okay, look I don't know if this is some ‘nice guy’ act you have going on here but never come into my room again when I’m out of it like that.” George was peering down at the demon. “You might be nice, you might have a decent amount of my trust, but I never want you to be there when I’m vulnerable.”

“Okay.” Dream said. “You’re right. That wasn't my place. I’m sorry, I was worried. It won't happen again. I’ll leave you be next time.” Dream said calmly.

Dream didn't know George as he did before. This wasn't his place anymore.

George was a little surprised at how easy that was. How understanding Dream was. He expected Dream to be angry and upset. So he had put up his guard, made sure that he was angry so that way he was angry back. He hadn't expected this. He had his walls up ready for Dream’s reaction.

“Thank you for getting it. But still, I’m not happy with you.”

“Understandably so.”

“Look, before this whole ‘In your sight 24/7' thing starts, I just want a drink alone. Just tonight.”

Dream nodded, “You can yell if you need anything. Just out loud. I’ll be there. I’ll hear you.”

“Okay, probably won't need to but if anything comes up I'll let you know.” Dream watched as George twirled his keys on his finger and walked out of Dream’s room.

George couldn't deny it though, he could still remember the feeling of Dream dragging his fingertips up and down George’s back. He could still remember how good it felt to be held. Though he hadn't had many boyfriends, being held never felt like that. So right, so good.

George shook off the feeling. He couldn't catch feelings for a demon, that wasn't going to happen. This wasn't a novel. This was his life, and that was definitely not something that would work out for him as it did for others in the movies.

...

George took a seat at the bar. He was a new customer here and wasn't familiar with the sporty theme of it. So when he sat down, he wasn’t greeted with the familiar warm welcome his regular bar usually offered him.

Since he had moved, he had moved from all of his local favourite places as well. Like the small coffee shop down a few blocks from his old apartment. Or the sketchy gas station that had the candy that he liked that he could never find anywhere else. And of course, he left behind the worn and loved bar that he had been going to since he was of legal drinking age. The place he had often gone to with his friends on weekends.

But ever since his novel gained popularity, he was too busy. Majority of his friends were only around him for his upcoming success.

Sometimes, George regretted being a writer.

But he couldn't deny the hobby.

Sometimes it was his safe place. It gave him a sense of comfort he never found in anyone or anything else. Writing felt like something he had to do, like he was destined to do it. He thought that maybe if he just kept writing even when he despised it, it would take him to where he needed to be in life.

He hoped that his childish expectation would prove him right.

"Hey what can I get you?" A clean-shaven man asked from behind the counter. He had a rag thrown over his shoulder and piercing gray eyes behind his profound eyelashes.

"Just a bud light is fine." The man opened the cooler and grabbed a bottle. George could hear the clinking of the glass as he did so.

The man popped off the top and placed it in front of the brunet. George eagerly took a sip.

The past few days had been hectic. George had moved into his new home, summoned a demon and his rough draft deadline was drawing closer by the minute.

He needed a drink. He needed to let loose. He needed a good night.

He looked up and caught sight of the brown-haired bartender looking at him.

George's stomach dropped.

Why was he looking at him like that ?

So gentle, so wild, so… lustful .

Then the brown-haired man smiled and George felt fuzzy.

He was handsome.

"Hi," The man said shyly. "I'm Zack, you are?"

"George." He smiled back.

The man coughed a little, the bar was completely dead except for the two of them.

"So, why are you here if you don't mind me asking? Don't usually see people here on a nice Thursday night."

George bit his lip in thought. "It's been a long few days. I just needed to get rid of some tension."

Zack flushed, for being a bartender he wasn't great at light conversation.

"You know I have a great cure for that?" He said softly.

"Really do you now?" George asked, intrigued.

...

George's lips were locked on Zack's. His heart pounding in his chest, his face flushed. The brunet's pants were tighter than they had been before.

They stood outside George's back flesh with the brick foundation. Zack held him in place with his hands on George's hips.

Despite being soft-spoken, Zack's mouth could do wonderful things.

But then something shifted. And everything felt wrong.

Suddenly Zack's hands felt different on his skin.

And when he imagined Zack's eyes he couldn't see gray but instead confident cold green ones.

And his touch wasn't like electricity anymore.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time George had experienced this. No matter what, when he was with someone like this at one point everything changed.

It didn't feel right anymore.

Like he was with the wrong person.

Like he wasn't with the one he was truly aching for.

But he didn't stop. He couldn't bring himself to.

Instead, he imagined the nameless person his body was craving. Those familiar fingers were dragging themselves over his skin. Those delicate lips ghosting over his neck.

Strong jaw cupped in his hands.

Blond locks highlighted in the lights of the building.

Suddenly who he was thinking of was a little too descriptive for his liking.

It was Dream.

George pulled back.

"Hey Uhm, just stop, please. I need a minute." George's efforts were futile because Zack was right back to kiss George's neck.

The brick dug into George's shoulder blades as he was pressed further into the wall.

"Hey stop it." Finally, Zack pulled back and met George's eyes.

Everything was feeling fuzzy.

The alcohol he drank was finally getting to him.

Maybe getting a round of shots on top of multiple beers was a bad idea.

"I know you like it," Zack said motioning to George's hard-on. Sure he was aroused but not because of Zack.

He was tipsy. The room was spinning.

Dream.

Dream.

Dream. He wanted him here. He didn't like this. He was scared.

Zack pulled George's waist to his by the brunet's belt loops. George was frozen, he wasn't sure what to do. The alcohol didn't help with it.

Zack groaned at the contact.

The sound made George want to hurl.

"Dream," George whispered pleadingly.

Zack pulled back and looked at George.

And he wasn't happy.

__Dream__

Dream wandered around George's house. Just by looking at it, he knew almost nothing had changed about him throughout his life. He knew that in those kitchen cupboards the arrangements would be cluttered and there would be too much to one shelf. Or that there would always be dishes in the sink no matter how many times George did them.

George was unorganized but not in a gross way. Things were clean yet cluttered and Goerge could find whatever he was looking for in the chaotic mass of stuff.

Dream was about to move to the living room when he heard his name.

His stomach dropped.

His name was called out drunkenly, desperately, and fearfully.

Dream didn't waste a minute to go and follow the voice.

__George__

“What the hell did you just say?” Zack said as he pulled back from the brunet.

“Please stop,” George said drunkenly. His words were slurred and soft. “I just want Dream.”

The once kind man George had met in the building was gone and replaced with a rough and sexually eager man. One who was willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted.

“Whoever you are calling for won’t hear you. It’s just the two of us.” Zack pressed his thumbs into George’s hips. “Just relax baby. I know you want this.”

“Not anymore.” George pressed his palms to Zack’s chest trying to push him away. “I don't want it anymore. I want Dream,” George had his eyes snapped shut, trying to avoid the scene of the man he didn't want to have.

“You don't get him,” Zack said.

“I’m afraid that's a lie.” Zack felt a tap on his shoulder that paired the voice. He turned around and was met with a fist to his face.

Dream watched as Zack stumbled back. Zack soon caught his step and went up to return the gesture. Dream dodged it and let the man fall forward on his face.

Dream could feel it. The pain radiating off the unfamiliar man. He used it, he utilized it and it made him even stronger. Zack got up and readied his fist for another punch. But before he could Dream was gone.

“What? Looking for me?”

Zack whipped around and found the blond behind him. “How in the hell?”

Dream grinned. “Yeah pretty much.” Dream punched him again and blood began to drip from his nose. Dream stepped closer to the other and Zack tried to stand his ground. But the fear was evident in his eyes. Dream could see it clearly.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Dream snarled. George merely watched, too frozen to do anything and too intoxicated to think straight. He wanted to help, but he couldn't think well enough to.

Zack clenched his jaw in refusal.

Dream pushed him back. “I said get the fuck out of here. Now.” Zack let him push him and stared into Dream’s eyes daringly. “Don't make me punch you again.”

But Zack stood still and he tried to remain calm. But he stood there, almost like he wanted to be punched. Like if he were leaving, it would be by force and not by his own will.

So Dream did it again, and this time with a bloodied face and bruised hands, Zack finally stalked off with a few mutters beneath his breath. And it was George and Dream alone.

George was still. He was taking in the side of Dream he had yet to see. This violence and protectiveness.

Dream watched angrily as Zack walked off but when his eyes locked eyes with George’s they shifted. They were warm and sincere.

“Are you alright?” Dream walked up to him and resisted the urge to lift George’s chin and check for bruises or love bites.

George nodded blankly but he avoided Dream’s eyes.

“George.” Dream repeated again. This time, George looked up and met Dream’s gaze. “Be honest. Are you okay?”

This time, George shook his head. He slowly wrapped his arms around Dream but Dream did not hug him back.

He didn't want to invade his space. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

“Come on, let's get you home, okay?”

George nodded his head into Dream’s chest.

...

Dream laid George on the duvet and let him sleep, though he was rebellious and kept his eyes open. “I want to stay awake,” George said as he rolled over to meet Dream’s lingering gaze.

“No. Besides, it's not up to me.” Dream looked over at a woman on the other matching duvet. “It’s up to her.” Dream pointed to Onyx.

“Go to bed,” Onyx said sternly.

“Boss said no, George. Go to sleep.”

George winced. “But when I close my eyes I just think about it.”

Dream sat up and walked over to George. He knelt down to George’s level. “Just drink your tea and think about your novel. Think about anything else.”

Drunkenly George responded, “Can I think about you?”

Dream looked to Onyx then to George. “If that’s what you’d like.”

George closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. Dream motioned to Onyx and they both walked to the other room. “Thank you for coming. I just... I may know him but he doesn’t know me. I wanted someone he could truly trust here. I would never want him to think I would do something to hurt him.”

Onyx smiled. “I’ll stay until morning as well, so he really knows.”

“Thank you Onyx.” She patted his shoulder. “Even if I was on a date with my woman.” She sighed in disappointment. Dream smiled.

“Ningguang from Genshin Impact doesn’t count as a date.”

“Fair point.” She said admittedly. Onyx looked up and tried to catch Dream’s averted gaze. “Dream…”

Dream didn’t meet her eyes instead he stared at the sneakers he had stolen from Dream. He focused on the uneven laces.

“Dream what’s wrong...?”

“Even after so long... It still hurts, to know that someone else will hold him and touch him forever. And seeing him... Makes it even harder. To be able to see him and talk to him and know that he will never be mine again.”

Dream thought of the love bites on George’s neck. He thought of the brunet’s swollen lips.

He thought about how none of that was because of him.

It shattered him.

“All will be right Dream,” Onyx wrapped her arms around her friend. “The universe will ensure it.”

Chapter Text

“Good morning sleepy head.” Dream said softly to the brunet as his eyes began to open.

“Good morning,” Georg grumbled back as he massaged the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hands.

“Hangover?” Dream asked, already sliding a cup of coffee toward him on the coffee table.

“Very much so,” George answered. “Don't talk so loud, even my own voice is giving me a headache.”

Dream smiled, “Do you remember anything?” He asked as he grabbed a plate from beside him with a muffin.

George stared at it for a moment, surprised.

Blueberry.

His favourite.

“Uhm, sort of. I just remember that guy…” George started as he took the plate Dream was offering. “And how…”

“You don't have to say what happened. I just wanted you to be aware.” Dream said words were lodged in his throat. He wanted to say more, ask more, yet he was silent.

George was definitely aware of what happened last night.

How he wanted Dream’s lips on his skin.

How he was imagining it was the demon instead of the stranger instead.

Why was he thinking of the Dremon this way? He had only just met him. Why did it feel this intense ?

“I’m aware. Thank you by the way, for your help.” George said as he peered down at his coffee.

“It’s my job.” Dream said softly.

George felt his stomach churn.

He didn't believe that.

"Is it though?” George asked softly, any louder and it would shatter the early morning feeling and give himself a pain of a headache. “To get me coffee and tend to me? To do this ?” He said with a motion between the two men.

Dream stilled. “No. But I want to, is there something wrong with that?”

George bit his lip in thought. “It’s been a long time since I have received attention like this. I don't want to lose it, I don't want it to be you just toying with me.”

Dream shook his head. “That’s not it.” He set his own mug on the table. “I wish I could tell you my reasoning, but I’ve made enough mistakes that could lead to yours and my own downfall already. Telling you that would only put you in more danger, and probably make you hate me.” Dream stood and met George’s eyes.

Would George hate him if he knew? If he was aware that he had known him. That he had known George's body and had seen sides of him that this George had never allowed, would he be upset he wasn't told of it?

Dream brushed away the thought. For now, protecting George and nothing else was his top priority.

“Now, I’m going to go get Onyx for you. Perhaps with her, you will be more comfortable.”

George watched as Dream made his way up the steps toward the bedrooms.

…

"Hey, you're up." Dream said softly as he approached the already open door to his bedroom.

"Did you sleep okay in here?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did. How is George?" Onyx said as she folded up her blanket and placed it neatly on Dream's bed.

"Awake. Kind of out of it. Super hungover."

Onyx smiled, "Nothing you haven't dealt with before, eh?" Onyx nudged him. “Needy horny drunk George?” Dream didn't enjoy the light-hearted comment. Onyx’s face grew serious; she sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a moment.

“I’m sure you don't want to hear about all of that, do you?” She said softly. “About what has importance to you. This man you once knew.”

“I don't. Seeing him is hard enough.” Dream shut his eyes, hoping to cast away the nasty jealousy accumulating deep inside him. “Knowing that someone was touching him, holding him. Whether he stopped it or not, he doesn't ache for me like he once did.”

“He does,” Onyx said as she peered down at Dream’s hand. She took it gently. “Deep inside of him, his love for you is rooted.” With her other hand, she cupped Dream’s cheek. She guided his gaze to hers. “You can't so easily uproot a tree, can you?”

Dream’s eyes cast over to the nightstand. He didn't respond.

“It is trapped, begging to be set free. Every second, every day, every lifetime it is trying to show his love for you. It is hoping and pleading that he will hold you again. But magic is strong. Strong enough to break you two apart for a long time.”

Dream’s eyes pooled with tears. Gently, one slid down his face.

“But your love is stronger." She reassured him. She brushed her thumb back and forth along his cheekbone. Wiping away his flow of tears.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” George said as he stepped into the doorway.

He wondered what they had been doing. With Onyx’s hand brushing Dream’s cheek, their hands interlocked. What had he walked into?

He had hardly known Dream but deep in his marrow, jealousy bloomed regardless.

“Can I think about you?” George had asked.

George didn't miss it, he saw the glint of happiness in Dream’s eyes when George had asked that.

He wondered what had caused it?

Maybe a sense of belonging? Of pride? Of flusteredness?

He wasn't sure, but there was no doubt that he had seen it.

“No you aren’t interrupting,” Onyx said as she pulled away her hand.

The two did seem fairly comfortable with one another when they first met. Perhaps this wasn't their first interaction?

“We were just chatting.” Dream said as he stood to meet George’s level. An act of courtesy that George wasn't sure what to call.

“Hm, I just wanted to thank you, Onyx for coming over last night.” George stopped and eyed the rumpled bed. Had Onyx slept in here for the night? Had Dream joined her?

He imagined her hands on his body.

It was something he wasn't sure why he was jealous of, but he was. He was disgusted by the effect the emotion gave him.

He imagined their sweat coated bodies beneath the sheets

He tried to push the feelings away but he couldn't. The images were persistent in his mind.

“And for uhm... Dream, right, thank you dream for respecting my boundaries and doing what I asked. For not being there when I’m vulnerable.” George gripped his arm tightly. “It's... Not because I don't trust you like I said earlier. I lied. I’m really just scared to show that aspect of myself to you.” He looked up and smiled. “Thank you for taking care of me, Dream.”

“You’re welcome, George.”

...

Onyx was gone within the next hour, and the burning question of what was happening between her and Dream was seconds away from slipping off George’s tongue. Although he swallowed his words and brushed them off.

George was sitting in the living room while Dream made tea. He sat and stared at his computer and couldn't think of a single sentence to type. He sat at his coffee table on the hard floor.

All he could think of was Dream and Onyx.

Soon enough Dream wandered into the living room and there on the coffee table was a thick stack of paper. Dream peered at the title.

The Witch and His Knight

A Continuation of the ‘Multitude’ Series

By George Davidson

“Is this your novel?” Dream asked, motioning to the manuscript. He handed George his tea.

“One of them yes,” You would expect George to sound proud, but he only sounded disappointed.

“What is it about?” Dream asked.

“This one... Is different from my others. My other novels of this series are my own. But this one... I got the idea from my dreams.” George looked at the stack of paper. Dream sat down on the couch beside George.

“But I just can't seem to find a happy ending. It’s darker than my others, more evil. It's all so vague, but it's about a man who is cursed without his lover. Every day he doesn't remember who his love is even when his heart is screaming out their name.”

Dream foze.

“I think he’s been given glimpses into those lives before. I’m not sure why. Maybe the universe wants him to.”

Was he writing about what he could remember in his dreams? About their life.

“Are you going to publish this piece?”

George thought for a moment but then shook his head. “I write it as a form of therapy. I don't want it to get published, it feels almost personal to me.” George shifted in his seat to look at Dream. “I might sound crazy but… Do you believe in reincarnation?” He asked.

Dream stayed silent.

“Sometimes it feels like I lived these things. They are like a sense of deja vu. But I can never grasp what it is fully.” George met Dream’s eyes solidly. “Like I lived them in a past life.”

Dream’s breath stopped. His heart skipped a beat, maybe two. Hell, it may have just stopped completely.

Was there hope after all?

“I do. If someone is truly good and the universe wants them to be reincarnated, then they will be. If not, they are sent to where they deserve.”

George nodded solemnly. Seeming to absorb what Dream was saying.

“It’s just a thought though. I could just have an overactive imagination.” George tried to rationalize. Dream was still a little stunned.

Dream took the opportunity to change the subject. “Speaking of which, have a little writer's block?”

George slammed his head against the coffee table. “Don't remind me.”

“You know, I have a great remedy for that.”

George looked up at him skeptically. “Do you now?”

Dream nodded and hummed in response. “I do. My- ExLover used to have problems like this sometimes. This would always help him.”

That little sentence stabbed George hard.

Why was he so jealous? And for no reason?

It was more like an instinctive reaction of his body than anything else. The reaction was irrational and not something George enjoyed having.

“Do you want me to try it?” Dream looked at him calmly. George felt like he could fully trust him, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it had something to do with the look in Dream's eyes. “It will require me to touch you though.”

George nodded.

“Say it out loud. I want you to be comfortable and sure.”

The sound of his voice sent shivers up his spine.

It triggered a memory he didn't remember experiencing.

A faceless man caressing his body tenderly. “Tell me you want it. And if you don't, I will stop at any given moment.” There was candlelight and golden blond hair. A set of hands that he knew his body was familiar with touched him, yet his mind fogged the face and name of them.

The memory scared and intrigued the brunet. He wasn't quite sure which one he felt the most. Had it been from a dream? Like it usually was?

Why were these memories flooding back quicker and quicker? Why was he seeing them even when he wasn't in a deep sleep?

George brushed it off and looked to Dream. “You may,” He said.

Dream sat on the couch behind him and let his fingers massage the brunet’s scalp and temples. He drifted his hands from there down the nape of George’s neck and to his shoulders. His hands massaged into the tense skin and muscle, relieving some of the shoulder pain George had been experiencing.

It felt good. It felt great even. George had to bite his lip and let his eyes snap shut in order to hide any lew noises or facial expressions he would be prone to making.

Dream knew though, he knew how to touch him. He knew how it would affect him. So he eased up a little and continued on his shoulder blades and along his spine.

“Is it helping? Have you gotten inspiration yet?” Dream asked slyly.

“I have. But don't stop.”

Dream didn't, he continued lightly and trailed his hands up to his shoulders and along his bicep. He let his hands trail where they had wanted to for years.

Was this selfish of him? He wasn't sure. He thought that the scale was weighing toward a yes.

But he didn't stop, because George urged him to continue.

“With you, it's almost like your presence alone gives me inspiration.” Dream leaned into George’s words to hear him better. His lips were dangerously close to George’s neck.

George looked back slowly and at the Demon. His eyes half-lidded hazily, his lips parted almost waiting to be kissed.

“Let me see what you have written.” Dream said, trying to change the subject. Dream slid down and let the brunet sit between his legs. Both of them were facing the computer on the table. He still moved his hands along George’s back.

It had been so long since he'd seen George’s thoughts like this on paper. He couldn't help it as he leaned down into the crook of George’s neck as he read. At the contact, George stops clicking the keys and angles his head to look back at Dream. They share eye contact, almost trying to read what the other is thinking.

Slowly George leaned forward and pressed his lips to dream’s softly.

George turned around to face him completely. Ignoring the screen on the table. It was long forgotten now.

“I don't know why but my body feels like it knows yours.” George kissed Dream’s neck and trailed his hands down to Dream’s chest. “It knows that you like to be touched here.” He let it drift down to his thigh. “And here.”

Dream gasped at the feeling. It had been so long since he had been touched like this.

George talked against the skin of Dream’s neck. “Why do I ache for you like I have ached for you for an eternity?”

Dream knew why. But he was too taken aback and flustered to respond. Especially when George’s hand trailed to the zipper of Dream’s jeans.

“Does your body ache for mine too?”

“Ah-yes.”

But then the moment George’s fingers finally began to pull on the zipper Dream could feel himself be called.

“Wait. Stop.”

“I can't do this to you. I know you might not understand, but I cannot use you. One day you may understand, and until then I'm afraid I can't do this.”

George looked hurt.

Then Dream heard his name being called again.

By none other than his master, Sapnap.

“I must go. I will be back.” Dream let his hand slip from Georges and he teleported out of the house.

...

"Hello Dream.” Sapnap greeted softly. He fiddled with a blade in his hands. He picked the dirt from beneath his fingernails with it.

“How have you been?” His words were soft, almost... Knowing.

“I’ve been fine.” Sapnap never was one for pleasantries. Why now? What did he know?

“You think I don't know, don't you?” Sapnap took a step closer to Dream. “You don't think I haven't noticed the massive increase in your happiness? I can feel it Dream, we have a pact. I am bonded to you just like you are bonded to your little lover boy.”

“We both know that neither of us can break a pact once it is made.”

“Exactly. You cant break us apart.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. See now that’s where you’re wrong.” Sapnap’s smile grew wide. Almost like he was mimicking the Cheshire cat. “There is one thing that can break a blood contract.”

Dream’s eyes grew wide, “You wouldn't.” Then his green eyes narrowed, anger bubbling inside of him.

“It will be broken if he’s dead.” Sapnap shrugged like it wasn't a man’s life on the line here. He would kill like it was nothing. “And this time, he won't be coming back.”

“You’d be breaking mine and your contract. You couldn't. You physically can't.”

“Oh Dream. Didn't your parents ever tell you to read the fine print?” Sapnap snapped and a little book came from thin air. The same one Dream had used to summon the demon that day so many years ago. He cleared his throat and began to read from a passage.

“Contracting to this demon may include trickery. He will keep his end of the deal for five hundred years minimum. But if he pleases, he may take away the other end of the deal. The summoner will have no say and will still bend at the Demon’s will.”

“Next time you make a contract, read the fine print.”

“You can't do this. I will protect him. I will stop you.”

Out of nowhere, Sapnap punched Dream in the nose. Dream stumbled back, weak. He couldn't be at his full power, Sapnap wouldn't allow that as his keeper.

Sapnap chuckled then kicked Dream to the ground. “You can barely handle me with just my fist let alone at my full power.” He kicked him, over and over. Until Dream couldn't breathe until he wheezed and his ribs ached.

Here he was again. Staring up at the same ceiling he had stared at all those years ago. He couldn't move. He could hardly breathe.

He heard his name. Over and over again.

George was calling for him.

But it wasn't like last time.

This time his name was screamed with such familiarity to Dream. Then Dream realized what he was truly hearing.

“Dream, my love! Please.”

That damned pet name. It was truly going to be the death of him.

Dream tried over and over again to get up. But his body did not allow it.

George’s screams echoed in his head. He could hear it, that pain and aching that he had heard before. This tone was not new to Dream. He had heard him beg for Dream before.

Slowly the world drifted away and Dream drifted away with it.

__George__

George was held at the throat, tears swelled in his eyes as the powerful demon pressed him to the wall. He couldn't breathe and the world was fading from his view. His eyes were slowly closing but his legs and arms were still thrashing and attempting to set himself free.

With his legs dangling a few feet off the ground, he was able to get one good kick at the demon’s stomach and push him away. George fell to the ground and massaged the area of his neck that had been confined.

Everything was coming back. The memories, the letters, the whole set of lives he has lived through coming back in full force.

“You monster! I know you.” He clutched his throat protectively and caught his breath. “I know who you are. Don’t think I have forgotten.”

Sapnap smiled. “So it’s true. On the verge of death, you remember everything.”

George mentally staggered, his brain stopped for a moment trying to process the words that came out of Sapnap’s mouth. But he tried to remain calm, he knew this demon fed off of fear.

What had he meant that on the verge of death?

But then George remembered. Every Time he had remembered Dream was when he was moments away from his last breath. Was this going to be his end? Was he going to go through the same cycle he had multiple times again? Was he going to be cursed with forget just when he was blessed with remembrance?

Was he going to die?

Was he going to lose this battle between a witch and a demon?

“I am not going to be powerless. Not today.” George remembered it all. Memories flooded his mind. It hurt, it felt like he was experiencing thousands of lifetimes at once. Every detail was jammed into his brain at once.

“I remember my power. I know how I can use it.”

George put his hand in the air and began to speak. It was a tongue that Sapnap knew by heart. It was the language of magic.

“⌿⍀⟒⌿⏃⍀⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍙⏃⌰⌰⌇ ⍜⎎ ⎎⟟⍀⟒.

⌿⍀⍜⏁⟒☊⏁ ⋔⟒ ⟟⋏ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⎎⌰⏃⋔⟒.

⟟ ⌇⎍⋔⋔⍜⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌿⍜⍙⟒⍀ ⍜⎎ ⎎⟟⍀⟒.

⟟ ⎍⌇⟒ ⟟⏁ ⏃☌⏃⟟⋏⌇⏁ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎅⟒⋔⍜⋏ ⍜⎎ ⎎⌰⏃⋔⟒.”

Wind and fire began to muster. Surrounding George and engulfing himself in the flame. Yet it did not harm him, instead, it made him more powerful. The fire permitted George to use it to his will.

“You forget that in one of my past lives I was a powerful witch. The most powerful of my coven, of all the witches in Salem.” George’s eyes reflected the flame surrounding him, almost making him look demented. “You underestimate me, Demon. That will be your downfall.”

He wouldn't back down. He wouldn't give up.

Even if this was supposedly his last moment, he would utilize them to protect Dream again.

He was repeating history. He was once again protecting Dream even if hurt George to do it. But Dream was all that mattered.

But still, in George’s head, he called for Dream.

He hoped that he would answer his call.

And he did eventually, but it was not what George was expecting.

When Dream appeared, he was weak.

"You never take the hint, do you? Why did you come back here? Just to get your ass beat again?"

"I told you. I'm going to protect him."

"Don't think I haven't noticed you two. I’ve noticed a giant increase in Dream’s happiness.”

George tried to ignore the demon, he looked to Dream. “Dream, love, are you alright?” George’s voice was the same, all except for that little pet name that left George’s soft lips.

Dream’s eyes widened and even Sapnap was a little frozen in his steps. “I’m okay, Darling.” Dream commanded that the tears pooling in his eyes stopped.

George was here, he remembered.

But that also meant that everything was going to go wrong.

“Sapnap, this is between me and you. Let him be.”

“You see if I left him be, you wouldn’t take me seriously, would you?”

“I would. I will. Just leave him be.”

Run.

Dream told George with his eyes.

I’m not leaving you.

George answered with his own.

“No.” Sapnap said sternly. Dream rolled his eyes and met George’s gaze.

"Sapnap,” Dream said, it made the demon turn his attention to Dream. “You really are an idiot, aren’t you?”

With his attention focused on Dream, George was able to take the opportunity to kick Sapnap to the ground.

Dream looked over at George, his eyes burned like fire and flames rose from his palms.

The blond had never seen this side of George before. He had never witnessed the times he had protected Dream or used his powers.

“You have given me enough pain, both of us.” George’s strength was intensified as he bent down and gripped Sapnap by his hair and brought him up to his level.

Sapnap was a demon of fire. Yet this flame was different, it was almost pure and not the dark magic that Sapnap was used to.

This demon fed off anguish and when there was none to use, he had nothing to make him stronger. So, with the pair once again brought together, they were the stronger ones compared to the upper demon.

And that was what Dream realized. If they wanted, George and Dream could end this once and for all. “My power gives me strength. This fight is two against one.” George let the heat from his hand spread to Sapnap' s face. Soon enough he screamed in pain.

“It’s your time to burn.” The flame grew and he watched as Sapnap lost his strength. Especially as Dream took George’s other hand. “No need to tell me how it feels.”

And eventually, his body went limp and the demon vanished in a puff of smoke.

He was gone.

Their threat was finally gone.

It seemed too good to be true. Both George and Dream stood in shock for a moment, practically taking in the other.

George’s glowing eyes ceased and turned back into the coffee brown they were naturally. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming again. Please tell me I wont wake up and forget you all over again.”

“I wish I could tell you for sure. I’m scared this is all too good to be true.”

“Then let's not waste a minute. We should take advantage of the moment we have while we remember it.”

Dream let his hand go up to George’s jaw and he let his thumb brush over George’s lower lip. He let it bounce back, he watched it with vicious intent. “I wish I could’ve told you. But I just didn't want to risk you getting hurt. I was so scared that if I told you, you would be angry with me.”

“Dream I would never be angry with you, love.” Dream closed his eyes tightly at the little pet name. “I love you. I have always loved you. Even now, even when I didn't know it. I’ve craved you. When I was at the bar, did you know who I wished was touching me? You Dream. Even when I didn't know you, I loved you.” George said softly. A tear slipped from Dream’s eye.

“I love you, I love you so much,” George said, his eyes glossy with tears.

“I love you too George.”

George smiled and let his hand trail up to Dream’s hair. “Now fucking kiss me.”

Dream listened. This time he kissed him and he didn't worry about being hated or feeling like he was taking advantage of someone. He let his lips slide over George’s and Dream could taste him. He could feel the familiar dents in George’s lips where he had nervously bitten them. The same little habit George has had for ages.

George let his fingers tangle themselves in Dream’s blond locks. And Dream placed his hands on the small of George’s back.

“Dream I think I found -oh-” Both of them peeled away from each other and looked at the woman who was standing before them. “Sorry, I interrupted again didn't i?”

Onyx eyed the situation. “I’ll take it you figured it out then, you don't need to know what I figured out.”

Dream furrowed his brow in curiosity. “What?”

“How to defeat the demon you made a deal with.” Onyx smiled and made her way over to her two best friends. “Happiness. The emotion makes him weak enough to kill.”

Dream and George locked eyes and smiled. “So he's gone.” They said together.

Onyx grinned and hugged her friends. “He’s gone.”

_

Dear Dream,

This time I write this letter to you with good news. Currently, I sit at my desk with you fast asleep in the bed behind me. This time, I will join you again. This time, you will not be left alone.

We made it, love. We made it here and we are together again. Despite the hell we went through, fate was on our side. Our love was strong enough to stay colourful and vivid. My love for you never died.

It was sort of funny, all of those times that I had ached for hands that I didn't know, it turns out they were yours. Every time that I wanted someone, it was you that I wanted. Because no matter what I did, I was never fulfilled.

My good news is a few things: You give me the motivation and inspiration to write again. Tonight, I sit at my desk and don't contemplate one what to write down. Tonight, I know exactly what to write.

There were moments that I look back on with my few days spent with me that I realize the things you did were with love. Not only did you love me for our connection in our past life, but I know you did it because you truly are a demon with a heart of gold.

Though, my love for you will no blind the fact that I see that you are stupid. I still cant believe what you did. How you gave up your free will for me. To see me happy. I appreciate that, because Dream, I was happy. But know this, I was never as happy as I would have been with you.

But I ultimately thank you, thank you for giving me that second chance even when you didn't need to. But please, never do it again, I’m supposed to save you, remember?

I have missed you more than you know, and I am so happy not to have to write this letter with a goodbye.

This is no longer the end of our story, this is our new beginning.

Forever yours, George.

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Dear George, 

It feels like an eternity since I last wrote a letter that I knew I would be able to give you for real. It has been so long, my last five hundred years have been filled with letters empty of emotion. It is odd that I can write this to you knowing I can physically hand it to you in the morning. 

It is even stranger to know that I do not have to hide the fact that this love letter is for you. I will no longer need to slip it into the palm of your hand as we pass in the servant's hall. Or place it beneath your pillow as I straighten your room as any other propper maid would. 

I wish we didn't have to wait. I wish there hadn't been this time between us. But as I had talked to you later that evening of the night we defeated my keeper, I knew that nothing had changed. It felt as if no time had passed between our relationship at all. 

You know, for being such a hopeless romantic, I had never believed in soulmates. I had seen the people around me, I had heard the venomous words and lack of love.  But the moment I had seen you, I knew that I loved you and now, as we faced time and evil, I know that you were brought to me by the universe. I know that I was meant to be with you. When I hold your hand, I know that it was meant to fit perfectly with my own. 

I still remember the day we met. You appeared so snobby then, I had almost thought I hated you. I watched you in the garden of your father’s home with the greenery and elaborate flowers framing your face and I knew I had found you beautiful, I just didn't want to admit it. I thought of you as a man who assumed he was above me, I would later learn that you were a man who thought he was below me. You thought of me as a God, as perfection. I blame you for the way my ego has inflamed. 

Then you had met my eyes and you smiled. God your smile will be the death of me, love. And suddenly, that day I knew something had changed. It only progressed from there, glances from across the dining hall turned into knowing stares. Accidental passes in the dead of night turned into planned encounters beneath the moon.  

You are my love, my soulmate, my better half. I love you. 

I am happy about your motivation to write again. You are not the only one who has found inspiration once more. I am no longer scared to wield my quil again. I can sit at a desk and write to you and not be sad or alone. Because I know when I finish, I will join you in our bed. 

You are right, I am stupid. I made a rash decision to make a deal with a demon. I gave up my will for another to have theirs. But I don’t care, stupid or not, I would not change the fact that I did it, although, I would change that I had made you live so many lives. I know that must have been hell for you, and I deeply apologize darling. I am happy that you got to spend your days happy. Though I wish it could have been a bit different, I wish that we hadn't been separated. I love you and I wish every day that we could have been reunited sooner. 

I will forever love you. I loved you then and I love you now. I love what has stayed the same and I love what has changed about you. You have changed George, you are the same yet are different all the same. You have become different, but your heart is the same. Your love for me is still there. It is hard to believe that even after five hundred years, you are similar. 

I know that must confuse you. I know that that may make you feel like you are stuck at a crossroads. Like there are so many versions of yourself trapped in the prison of your mind. But George, know this, I will love you no matter how you grow as a person. I will love every part of you, no matter how different you are from the man I met so many nights ago. 

I still remember the letter you had given me perfectly, I remember how broken I felt as I read your goodbye. Each word and letter is engraved in my mind in the order you had written it. 

How you told me this was going to be the end of our story. I am so happy that has changed. I am grateful to the universe for letting us have our new beginning. 

I will see you in the daylight, darling. 

Tonight I end my letter the way you always had. Open-ended, ready to be responded to. I am not in need of giving you a farewell. 

Now I know that there will be another letter in my future. I am not in need of a goodbye. 

My name is all this letter will need. My love does not need to be shown in the words of my signoff. Because I know when I finish the brushstroke of my name, I will return to your arms. 

-Dream

Dream woke to the sound of a cat mewling at his feet. He had almost forgotten about him, he had been scarce the past days he had been here and only recently stopped hiding in the far rooms. He was a soft tabby named Cat. 

Dream had laughed at the name at first, though it was odd. However, when he was told the story, it seemed fitting. George had been in University at the time, and this little stray kitten would follow him around campus. Would hang around George’s dorm, yet no matter how hard George tried he could never get the little animal to surpass his entryway. 

George had thought of naming it but the idea of getting attached to something that wouldn’t even enter his home seemed like a bad idea. So he didn’t, he merely referred to the fluff ball as Cat. 

It was winter and George’s second year of university. The little cat hadn’t given up on him and had followed him to his second dorm. George was still in London at the time and the winters there had always been brutal. The snow stacked feet above the ground. Negative degrees of cold biting your face. George was worried, it was December and the brunet hadn't seen the little tabby in days. 

So just in case the little cat changed his mind, he left his window open (Not at George’s roommate's request) and gave Cat the opportunity to come in if he showed up. 

And he did. 

And he never left George’s side again. 

Dream smiled fondly and looked over at the man who inhabited the other side of the bed. His brown hair was messy and tangled. He had himself wrapped in a sweatshirt, the hem of it hiked up and revealing his waist. carefully, Dream pulled the fabric to cover him. 

A sweater sleeve covered his fingers, something the brunet often did while he was sleeping. His hand came up to cover his chin and lips as he slept.

It was stormy outside, the thunder and dark clouds hid the hour, the storm almost made it seem like it was midnight not ten am. Thunder echoed and shook their home, it made George breathe a little deeper than he had before. The brunet’s eyes fluttered open to look at Dream. 

“Good morning,” George said softly. 

“Morning,” Dream was grinning, he was wide awake and excited. “Do you know what today is?” 

George rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at Dream confused. “Should I? Did I forget something? Dream I am so sorry, Love, what did I forget. Please don't hate me-” 

“No no, it’s the day your book is dropped. In precisely two hours and twenty-three minutes your book will be available to the entire world.” 

George groaned and hid his head underneath his pillow, “I have a book signing today…” George whined. Dream just laughed. 

“Come on be excited, this is a huge accomplishment for you! You finished your first book series.” 

“Yeah, but not really. I had help from you too, I didn’t do this on my own.” 

“George that doesn’t mean anything, so I wrote a few paragraphs-” 

“-Pfft more like chapters-” George mumbled from beneath the pillow. 

“-But ultimately, this is all you. I helped, so what?” 

“You deserve praise too,” George said as he peeked from beneath his pillow. 

“I did. My name is on that novel as an editor. That’s all I need, I’m just excited to see you accomplished.”

“You were meant to be the writer you know.” George huffed as he finally left his hiding place and rested on his back. He looked at the ceiling as he folded his hands on his stomach. “I love your writing, I wish it was shared with the world too.” George sighed. “I wish you still wrote.” 

“Psh, I do write. I just wrote you something last night-” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” George sat up on his elbows and looked at his lover. “When was the last time you picked up a pen to write a story ?” 

“I…” 

“It’s been years, Dream. I know you loved it, I loved to find little adventures you would give me. You gave me worlds and people and quests that had foundations made from ink. Where is that part of you? Why did you give up on it?” 

“You know this, George.” Dream’s eyes grew sad. “I told you after I lost you… All motivation and creativity to write again were crushed. And besides, it's too late now. My hands are tainted with blood, not ink.” 

“Dream…” George took Dream’s hand and held it in his own. 

“My hands are horrid. They have done nothing but hurt people, I don't even fathom how you could still see what they once were, how you still love the work they have created even after the things they have been used for. 

“Dream…” George brought them up to his lips and kissed his lover’s hands. “I know these hands have hurt people, I know that they have done horrible things. But these are not the activities they were destined for," George let his own fingertips brush over Dream’s calloused ones. "These are hands made for loving, for writing, made for all good things in the world. You did not do what you did because you desired it, I know what you have done and I know you hated every moment of it.” 

“You are a writer, a creator, an angel, not a demon.” George looked up and wiped a tear from Dream’s face. “You are love and talent, you are brightness and goodness. Dream there is not a single part of you that craves to be in the darkness.” 

“You were my reason, George. You were my reason to write.” 

“No matter what happens, promise me I won't be the reason you give up writing again.” 

“I don't need to make that promise George. I’m not losing you again. Ever.”

... 

Dream sat at his partner’s desk with a pen in his hand. A notebook was flipped to the first page and was empty. The blank white page was almost intimidating, like it was mocking him for not having any ideas to put on the page. 

This would be the first time Dream would write a story on his own. Not for George, or George’s novel. This time, it would be a story that was for Dream and Dream alone. 

George was at his book signing at the moment which left the house to Dream. He was alone as he stared at this tease of a page. 

Dream leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He flipped the pen between his fingers as he thought for a moment. 

And then a vague idea struck him. No, not an idea, more of an order. As if the universe was telling him this was what he needed to learn about, to write about. Even if he kept it to himself for the rest of his life. 

Dream shook his head and cleared his brain, ready to receive any messages the spirits were trying to give him. 

Suddenly his hand was fumbling at the drawer of the desk and pulling out a deck of tarot cards. And a few other things that were the direct ingredients to a spell that he knew by heart. 

He could have sworn those ingredients weren't in there before.

It was a spell that Sapnap had used on him many times for a reason he didn't entirely tell. Sapnap said it was personal. He only told him that it was to test the potion, to see if he had the ingredients right. He said it would take Sapnap somewhere he needed to be. Where he belonged. 

A time spell. 

The potion would give him the ability to go into the past and observe the world before him. 

Dream mixed the ingredients together in two small vials. One to take him to the time the universe wanted him to see and one to get back. 

And when he was finished he threw the vial on the ground and was sent into a whirl of colour. Moment’s in time flashed before him at the speed of light until he was brought to a time that he did not recognize. 

But he recognized a man… No, it was a demon. He was young and had a bandana tied around his head.

“Please, you don't understand why I have to do this.” 

“You do your work and you come home and forget. What is there to understand? You are going to different points in time to fix things that are not up to you to fix!”

“James please, you just- You dont understand why this is important!” 

“Who is James? Why do you keep calling me him, Karl?” 

“I-I I don't know.” Karl was holding his head in agony. “God, there are so many memories at once. I feel like my head is going to explode. So many names to match to one face.”

“Karl please, just look at me. Who am I?” 

Karl looked up at him, eyes wide with terror. 

“I don't know.” Karl took a step back. “I don't know who you are.” 

Sapnap’s eyes went wide with hurt. He had been a demon by nature, by blood. He had been birthed by flames.   

“Give me that Journal, Karl,” Sapnap ordered. “I won't let you do this to yourself any longer.” 

Karl held the journal close to his chest protectively. “No.” 

“Karl. Now. And give me whatever you are using to time travel.” 

Karl gripped a little vial in his fist. “No, it's the last of the ingredients for the potion. This is the last time I can travel anywhere in time. If you take this I cant fix anything else.” 

“Good.” Sapnap reached for the vial and took it. Karl fought him for it and then, from Sapnap’s hand, it fell to the ground and broke. 

And Sapnap was sent to another time. One he did not know. 

And he promised that he would do whatever it took to get back to his home, to his husband. No matter what it took. He would test and find the ingredients to travel back to the man he loved. 

He would even make a deal with the Warlock King and spend a hundred years in hell to get the power he needed to get those ingredients. 

When Dream was done seeing the sight before him, he was sent home. He was back in his lover’s chair and holding a pen in his hand. 

And Dream knew what he must write about now. Dream had research to do, he had a problem to fix. 

As much as he hated to admit it, Sapnap and him had a lot more in common than he thought. 

Sapnap was trying to return to his lover. He would hurt anyone and do anything to do just that. Dream was also a man who would do anything to get the man he loved back. 

And even though Dream hated Sapnap, he knew the universe was telling him to do something about it. To finish what Sapnap started. 

And the universe didn't let him down yet, had it?