MCYT Oneshots

Angel (Dreamnotfound)

TW- Religious themes; mentions of wanting salvation; mentions of God;

Requested by StrawberryWrites2112

So sorry, I made it kind of religious for some reason. I could totally redo it if your uncomfortable with that.

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Dream lie awake, adoring his lover's sleeping look. George's brown hair was a mess across the light grey pillow case. Long lashes drew shadows onto his soft skin as quiet snores fell from his parted lips. Sun rays from the caused by the window blinds shined over his his face, and gave the smaller boy an angelic and delicate look.

George was an angel.

Dream smiled, reaching his hand over to shift Georges hair out of his face, only stopping when the boy shifted. He moved his hand to rest on top of Georges, intertwining their fingers. He sighed contently, relaxing more into the sheets.

He watched as George shifted a bit, his eyes opening tiredly. He whined at the light over his eyes, closing them again. "Hi," George said before hiding his face in the pillows. His voice was rough and scratched but it still had sweet layering. The love in George's voice was unmatched to anything else.

Dream could practically see a halo over Georges head.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Dream replied,  giving George's hand a squeeze. George hummed at the contact.

Dreams head felt fuzzy, butterflies in his tummy. No matter how many times he woke up next to the brown-haired boy, he would always feel he was so lucky. So lucky that he was able to be next to the boy, hold his hand, kiss him.

This was a chance in a million.

Dream pulled his hand away, George letting out a tried whine from the loss of contact. But was quick to hum in content as he felt Dreams hands wrap around his waist, pulling him in close. Dream pulled the boys head into his chest, and inhaled his scent.

George nuzzled further into his warmth, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Dream slipped his hands under his partners shirt, rubbing into the soft skin with his calloused hands.

The blonde placed a kiss on the brit's hair, getting a soft smile in return. Dream let go, getting up from the bed, but was pulled back by George.

"No," He murmured tiredly, "It's cold," It wasn't unlike George to complain about getting on weekends, especially since the mornings were chilly in Britain. Dream laughed, the vibrations making the brit shiver. He ran his hands through the brown mess, untangling some parts. "But, I need to get up."

George looked up him. The bright light from the sun, making him squint.

It made him look angelic, like God was calling for him.

They made eye contact, George's eyes a dark-honey chocolate colour, bright and beautiful. "No you don't,"

Dream smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against George's pink lips. "Yes, I do," He pressed their foreheads together. "But, I can stay a little longer." George smiled, "Good,"

They share a kiss, soft and gentle but full of love and passion. George's lips were soft and slightly chapped, but they were sweet, and addicting.

George was a drug and Dream had a fixation. 

Pulling back, George's eyes lingered at the green ones in front of him for a moment before dropping his head back into Dreams chest. His eyes fluttered shut, relaxing into the warmth.

Dream moved his hand to rub at the arch of George's back, falling back into a feeling of sleepiness.

If George was an angel,

Then Dream would be a sinner.

But he would gladly bruise his knees,

Kneeling before a pedestal,

To receive deliverance from the boy.

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Uh, sorry, I got really religious right there. Yeah, I don't know. I'm not even Christian or anything, I just really like religious trauma stuff and I got in the mood for it. ._. Yeah, cheers guys.

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