Dreamnotfound oneshots

StarBoy

(This chapter is not related to the Not Normal series, it's a separate musician au made by Lana SoftForDream she was nice enough to let me do a oneshot on it)

The way the concert hall quaked was exhilarating. The walls rumbled and the floor shook beneath hundreds upon thousands of shuffling shoes. All sound reverberated tenfold and rang in George's ears in the most intoxicating way.

Lips pressed to the mic, mask resting low on the bridge of his nose, he pressed his heart down small into each word and threw it with careless precision into the crowd before him.

Up here, on the spacious stage of the last location of his first tour, George felt utterly and truly free once more.

Something warmed in his heart, pressing his lungs open and seeping from his pores to wrap around the room, incasing it in that same kindling flame. It pressed and pulled, shaping the smiles that curled on his stars' faces, crinkling small crow's feet into the corners of their eyes and even gracing a select few with dimples of varying depth.

The words he sang mattered not - It could be gibberish, for all that they cared - It was the way in which he sang them that had caught minds and hearts alike.

The way the verses were an extension of himself that he'd given off to the world as a gift to the lost, found, loved and unloved alike to cherish and to find themselves in.

George felt he'd come a far way from the boy he once was. A million lifetimes ago, he'd believed that George and StarBoy were eternally opposing people, of whom could never mingle or become one.

And it had taken time, a painfully long amount of it, for George to learn otherwise. For George to learn that, despite StarBoy's confidence outweighing his own indefinitely, they both had the same curvature to their grin and crinkle to their eyes; the same bubbling laugh and bashful giggles; the same ever expressive hands, spelling out their words with large, sweeping gestures; the same symphony in their soul; the same rhythm in their heartbeat.

At the end of the day StarBoy was George and George was StarBoy, he knew that now.

StarBoy was still the same nerdy little student that played minecraft until the early hours of the morning with his two friends; the same student who'd never once missed a class or an assignment and certainly never stepped out of line.

Equally George was still the same overconfident singer with an unearthly talent; the same phenomenon who thrives on stage and in the spotlight.

And it wasn't just George who'd had to learn this. When the secret had been slipped, not a soul believed it. Not even Dream or Sapnap.

He'd hoped, the barest hope, that Dream might recognise his best friend in his celebrity crush but he'd been the first to deny it.

But that was all behind them now, and George was glad for it.

He'd made that realisation that George and StarBoy were one, then those closest to him and now it was time for the world to know.

There was one more song to go to close off the night and George decided that now, right before he began, was the perfect moment.

"These last few years have been hard, haven't they?" StarBoy threw the question into the crowd, receiving a resounding sea of shouts in response. "Raise your hand if you've been through some shit in these last few years." He watched as thousands of hands were raised to the ceiling, matching his own. "It's been rough, hasn't it?" He laughed, stepping back from the mic stand for a second with nerves.

"But it gets better." Once again, the hall erupted in agreeing cries and StarBoy found a laugh bubbling from his chest once more. "You wanna know how I know it gets better?" He leant past the mic, cupping a hand around his ear in showmanship.

Content that he'd riled the crowd enough, StarBoy shook the last of his nerves from his fingers, rolling his neck and setting his mind on his goal. "I was a real nerd in school. The quiet kid with straight A's, everyone knows one." He nodded at the crowds agreement.

"And, one day, it slipped out that I was StarBoy - I had a recording on my phone," He waited for the crowd to calm "except, people didn't believe it. They didn't think I could be StarBoy."

"They all thought I was some stalker. I couldn't be StarBoy, I wasn't good enough." StarBoy laughed at the resounding boos that echoed. "Even my best friends, one of which I had a crush on, didn't believe that it was me." He leaned in close to the mic "Sad right?"

"But, I know it gets better," He stepped back a few strides, twisting to peak backstage and catch Dream's eye. He beckoned him with a single, crooked finger before striding back up to the mic.

"The best friend that I had a crush on." StarBoy announced as Dream joined him, rolling his eyes and smiling fondly.

Dream captured StarBoy's hip, twisting him bodily until they were face to face. With his remaining hand, he reached deft fingers into StarBoy's hair and unclasped his mask at the back. He carefully grasped the bottom of the mask, watching StarBoy's eyes with a single question.

StarBoy nodded, the barest movement, and Dream lifted the mask from his face, tossing it carelessly elsewhere. He then used thumb and curled forefinger to tilt George's chin up and kissed him, deep and warm and loving.

The cheers they received were deafening, shaking the very foundation of the building as George snaked arms up to rest lazily over Dream's shoulders.

When they pulled apart, George lingered a moment before leaning dramatically back towards the mic. He spoke in a hoarse voice. "Now my long term boyfriend."

Once again, the pair were bombarded by welcomed shrieks. George dropped his forehead to Dream's chest with elation, feeling his laugh rather than hearing it.

And if they were the international talk for weeks to come, George would boast that it was because of his own beautiful face over anything else.

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First of all, thank you Lans for letting me write this and sorry that it took me so long to finish. <3

This au belongs to Lana SoftForDream and if you'd like to know more about it then please go and check out her profile (and read the works she's already put out while you're waiting!)

Requests are open!!

Yours, Dandy