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sansxfuckyou · 9 months

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Black Rooms (developing takes time)

Summary: Sapnap is a chef, it only makes sense he'd expect George to ask if he could photograph his cooking, not him.

Warnings: there are sex jokes over glassblowing, check ao3 for full tags

Authors Note: This fic went through two other iterations in my head before settling on this, first it was gonna be a meet cute over dissecting things (scrapped because thats a DP thing), then it was gonna be dorm sharing chaos, until I landed on this- kissing over a game of MTG. I am spontaneously combusting because I've never written something this long in under twenty four hours send help because my fingers fucking hurt so bad. @sobredunia, hey, hey, check out this 10K oneshot, you've already seen the important crumbs of this fic. Anyways! If ya'll enjoyed it maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port to leave a comment or kudos.

The sound of sizzling filled the room, it was cluttered, loud, and chaotic. Sapnap knew for a fact that working in kitchens was always stressful, always put him on edge. But that sense of everything being able to go wrong usually had him amped up in a good way, a way he could bullshit his way through and succeed. He knows it's possible to do so because he's done it in the past, a couple years before he got accepted into college.

Not exactly a renowned college, but he still got into a college, and one that sustained a multitude of options at that. He probably could've gotten into any college, anywhere that people are their will be a need for chefs. But he's pleased that he got into this one because in doing so he ran into a couple old friends.

One of those old friends was currently flipping a multitude of patties all in a row while Sapnap prepped buns and sliced onions into two centimeter thick rings. The lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and cheese had all been prepared long since while the patties were done up the night before. All that was left to do was cook it for every student who decided to eat what the college served.

"Done with those patties?!" Sapnap practically shouted above the cacophony of dishes clattering and meat sizzling.

"Get ready to serve 'em!" Karl shouted back as Sapnap prepared a plate of toasted buns smeared with ketchup.

"I'm ready!" Sapnap said, giving a thumbs up as he glanced at the clock. There was more than enough time for them to finish their portion of the days lunch, everybody else in class, they were being wished good luck cause they'd need it.

Karl gave a prompt nod before laying down patty after patty on bun after bun, Sapnap laid a slice of cheese and lettuce with a similar speed. The flat top Karl was working on wouldn't stop sizzling even as he flicked off the heat, residual grease left it popping. He reached for a plate of patties and followed Sapnaps order of operation in serving the patty. It was a simple pattern to replicate, bun, patty, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and close it with another bun before spearing a fancy skewer down the center.

"Time," Sapnap said, sliding aside the first plate and already quick to start on a second.

"Just under thirteen minutes left," Karl said as he glanced up at the clock, "We're golden."

Sapnap nodded, water was pricking the corner of his eyes, he cut the onions yesterday and now they're hitting him? He doesn't stop to wipe the blurriness from his eyes until he tops off the rest of the buns and skewers them with a rampant fervor to his actions. He pauses only for a second to wipe down his hands on his apron, ketchup smeared the already stained fabric. He starts on the third and final plate as Karl picks up the first two and leaves to put them on the dining cart.

His pace is hasty as he returns to grab the final plates and rush them to the kart. Sapnap is heaving heavy breaths as he listens to the rest of his and Karls class rush to finish on time. He leans against the counter and reaches for the faucet, flicking it on and splashing cold water on his face as he takes steadying breaths to try and cool down. Karl joins him in splashing icy water on his face, the sensation is more than welcome considering the stress.

"Wanna head out to the dining hall?" Karl asked.

Sapnap nodded, "Who all is out there?"

"Mostly people we don't know, but George is there," Karl said, "I gotta stay in and clean up my spatula."

"Thanks, I'll save you a spot," Sapnap said, pulling in Karl for a brief hug before taking his leave.

On the way out he undoes his apron and hangs it on one of the many hooks by the swinging doors. They give easily when he pushes them open, he's hit with cold air and a muted murmur of conversation the second they close. He lets his gaze scan the room before it lands on the photographer in training, rifling through a multitude of developed film. He makes his way over with a bit of pep in his step despite how drained he feels from the lunch rush. He tugs out a chair and drops into his seat, he slings an arm around his friend.

"What project are these ones for?" Sapnap asked as he held up a photo of a fruit tree, then another, and some more.

"Big project now that we're finishing the second semester," George said, taking back the photos, "We have to make a narrative with photos and words we can collage."

"Fun," Sapnap said, "I think we're working on choreographing a feast for the entire class to work on like we do every semester."

George gave a groan of annoyance as he spread out his photos, "God that sounds easy."

"You've clearly never been in a working kitchen I see," Sapnap said almost mockingly, "But for real, what's your story?"

George shrugged, "Don't know, I'm just trying to make it work with what I got, something about growth and usage I guess."

"I can see that," Sapnap said before gesturing to the photos on the table, "Each stage of life right?" He trailed along each one, "Even death," He pointed to the stump and the other stump shots, "And how people will use your memory even after you're gone."

"Yeah, I just know it needs to be a bit more complex than that synopsis," George said, "I bet they thought I was heading to an english major for help, not a chef in training."

Sapnap shrugged, "If only this were food related, then I'd be loads of help," He gave a hum of amusement.

"I know I'll pass but still, the last two times I've done this they've been easy," George said, he stacked up his photos as he spoke, "I think I'm running out of narratives to tell."

"You could always go controversial," Sapnap offered up.

"I've seen people get points docked for being bold or trying to bring light to a touchy subject," George explained with a groan of annoyance.

"That sucks, I only get points docked if I fuck up the seasoning," Sapnap said, "You'd be shocked at how easy it is to do though."

"You have it easy man," George said, resting the side of his face against the table.

Sapnap had to refrain from scoffing, "You have no clue how wrong you are about having it easy."

George hummed in response, "I guess," He pulled out his camera as he spoke, it was Polaroid, everyone else used digital, "Could you go grab a burger?"

"When Quackity arrives I'll grab us a burger," Sapnap said, he propped one leg over the other as he spoke, dropping his arm from Georges shoulders.

"But, burger, food photography," George whined, "If you don't get a burger I'll have to waste some of my precious film on you."

"What makes you think I care about your film?" Sapnap stated, sticking out his tongue as George raised his camera and pressed the button, the obnoxious flash made Sapnap flinch.

"I'll do it again," George threatened as he teased his finger on the button.

"Still not getting you a burger," Sapnap said, this time he barely raised a hand to cover his eyes when the flash hit him, "Can't you turn off the flash?"

George stacked the two photos, "I could, but then you won't get me a burger."

Sapnap reluctantly stood up, "I'll get you a burger just turn off the flash next time you take a picture of me."

"Maybe I will maybe I won't," George answered with, turning off the flash as he did so.

Sapnap returned with two burgers, a plate in each hand, held perfectly balanced with a practiced ease. He placed them down in a similar manner to that of a waiter, he's aware that if he starts his own restaurant he may have to double time multiple roles at once, so why not practice now. He sits down and before he can even pull in his chair he's already taking a bite of his burger, George on the other hand is taking pictures.

After about three Sapnap gets bored, "Dude, just eat your burger."

"No," George answered with as he took one final photo and lifted the top off.

"C'mon, we worked so hard on those damn burgers and you aren't even gonna take one bite?" Sapnap asked between a bite of burger, the pungent flavor of onion hit him like a train followed by the juiciness of the patty.

George picked off the onion rings, "You cut them too thick."

"That's how thick they're supposed to be," Sapnap retorted with, snatching the rings from Georges plate, "I'm having them if you aren't."

"Go for it," George said before taking a bite of his burger, the lettuce crunched a bit.

They lose themselves in their conversation, going back and forth about how easy assignments sound and how hard they really are. George ends up leaving his burger half finished, the overwhelming amount of toppings left him full far too early in his opinion. Just as Sapnap reaches for it though another hand snatches it off the plate, he looks up to find Quackity with a predatory grin.

"What the fuck man?! I was gonna eat that," Sapnap snapped as Quackity dropped down beside him.

"Snooze you lose," Quackity said, "This is pretty good, is Karl still in the kitchen?"

"He'll be out in a minute, I think he's cleaning someone elses mess," Sapnap said, reaching for the discard onion rings on Quackitys plate, they crunched with every bite.

Quackity gave a hum, "Yeah he has a habit of that."

"Shouldn't you be working on some thesis statements and twenty page essays?" George said, there was a hint of snarkiness on his voice.

"I finished that shit early so I could work on the plot for our next campaign," Quackity said, he placed down his burger and reached into his courier bag, pulling out a notebook with a multitude of dog eared pages and sticky notes.

"You should get a new book for our adventures," Sapnap said, reaching out to touch it, Quackity yanked it away and glared.

He placed it down and flipped it open, "I've had this fucker since the tenth grade, there's so many little notes and details about our characters I'd never be able to transfer all of it over," He filtered through pages until he found the newest one he had written on.

"Fair enough," Sapnap said, "What's our campaign looking like tonight?"

Quackity briefly glanced from his book to the doors and waved over Karl.

"What's up this time?" Karl asked as he took a seat beside Quackity who promptly pressed a kiss to his cheek before starting on the vague idea of the campaign.

"So I've been doing some research and found a set of multiples that work with an advanced technological society setting," Quackity began, "And I've made workarounds for your guys characters to fit into the setting too, so basically there's some big government scandal or whatever and ya'll gotta shoot 'em up with massive fucking guns and lasers."

"Quackity were you drunk when you wrote this?" Karl asked bluntly.

Quackity shook his head, "Wrote most of it out after I finished off my assignment, although I was half asleep when the idea came to me."

"That explains it," George said, "So when are we doing this crazy campaign?"

"I was thinking tonight, me and Karls other dorm-mate is staying at his boyfriends house for the night," Quackity explained, he took another bite of burger, "This is a really, really good burger."

"Alright, and if Dream comes back early?" Sapnap asked.

"We could just play some Magic the Gathering instead," Quackity offered, "He has more than decks for us to mix and match."

"Cool, so, six?" George asked, everyone nodded.

"I'll bring some snacks," Sapnap said.

"I bought some pop a while back," Karl said, "A little bit of everything."

Quackity stood up first, sliding his notebook back into his bag, "See ya then, I have something fun to do."

"Better than washing a shit ton of dishes at least," Karl added on, stacking the empty plates.

Quackity gave a hum, wrapping his arms around Karls torso, "Love you, be careful with the knives."

"I will," Karl said, tilting his head back a bit.

"See ya in a bit man," Sapnap said, spreading his arms for a hug.

George gladly reciprocated the motions, "Good luck dealing with all those idiots."

"Me and Karl will be fine," Sapnap said.

"I know," George responded with.

-/-/-/-

"Everyone brought their dice?" Quackity asked, in response everyone dropped down a set of colorful cubes, "Alright, alright, go get a can of pop if you need it cause once I start narrating there will be zero return."

Sapnap stood up, "What do you two want?"

"Monster," Karl said.

"Orange crush," George said.

Sapnap gestured to Quackity, "Anything?"

"Ginger ale," Quackity answered with, pulling out his notebook as he spoke.

"Cool," Sapnap answered with, pivoting on a heel and sliding across the floor, sock on tile bringing close to zero amounts of friction between the two surfaces.

Karl watched as Sapnap disappeared past the door frame before leaning in next to George, "So, when are you gonna tell him?"

George nearly choked on his own spit, "What the hell are you taking about?"

"C'mon man, you're not exactly subtle with how often you subject him to your camera in jest," Quackity said quietly, "You clearly have a massive crush on him."

"And? There just hasn't been a good time to tell him," George said, his gaze quickly fell onto the board of pieces. It was an old one, clearly taken from a free pile, and covered in sticky notes with scribbles to feign technological designs to match the campaign.

"There has been a hundred good times, you need to make your move George," Karl said, more or less instructed, voice stern.

George paused, opening his mouth to speak, "I- I just, he's a chef I'm a photographer, you ever read love stories about that? No, cause chefs and photographers don't get love stories."

Karl glanced to Quackity, desperation clear on his face to say something. Quackity had to pause, raking his brain for the right words, he was an author in training for gods sake, where the hell are his words now that he needs them? He rolls a pair of dice in his hand and tosses them, snake eyes, then he glances up to George, "Then you two will be the first if you bite the bullet and tell him."

"I can't," George said dejectedly, "What makes you think I haven't tried already?"

Karl placed a hand on Georges shoulder, "We could help, think up some plans or whatever, different ways to tell him."

George gives a nod, "Alright, but maybe not when he's out doing a snack run in the next room?"

"Totally, we just saw a chance and took," Quackity said as he watched Sapnap re enter the room, cans in hand.

"What'd I miss?" Sapnap asked, handing out the beverages to his friends.

Karl shrugged, "Not a whole lot, Quackity was just talking about his story ideas."

"He's full of story ideas," Sapnap said, taking a seat in his chair next to George, "That's why he plays DnD."

"So, one last check, is everyone ready?" Quackity asked.

Everyone nodded.

"And thus, our adventure begins," Quackity stated, altering how he drew out the syllables, "We find our three heroes in the sewers, running for their lives from mutants that had ransacked their homes when they were up top, searching for the required USB chip to bring the empire crumbling down."

"Like from Star Wars?" Sapnap butted in, Quackity glared at him.

"No, not like from Star Wars," Quackity said, tuning his voice to one of a mocking manner, "Sit tight and listen- our heroes had failed their meager mission, ending up at a crossroads between the surface and deeper into the sewers, they stop briefly to debate."

George spoke up first, "We go up top, no mutant would be under the suns rays."

"I say we go deeper in, their could be cool stuff, we're in a future sewer guys," Karl said.

"I'm agreeing with George, up top," Sapnap said as he reached for his D-20.

"Roll for it, if it's over thirty, you go up top, below, you go in deeper," Quackity stated, watching all three dice come down, he calculated the numbers rapidly, "Twenty nine! You delve deeper into the sewers, and as you trudge forward despite the pungent odor of raw sewage assaulting you, hopes are high as the sound of the stampeding mutants has silenced itself."

There's a pause, nobody says anything, listening intently.

"Sapnaps trailing his hand across the wall when he reaches a button, he presses in on it without giving a second thought," Quackity stated, Sapnap had to refrain from giving a 'Hey!' of offense, "The walls suddenly slide open, revealing a pristine chrome colored hallway, lined with weapons and suits."

"We grab the weapons," George said, and before anyone could stop him he rolled the dice.

Quackity glanced to the number, "Ooh, that's not good, George grabs the first weapon off the wall, pressing a foot on the wrong tile a loud 'thunk' sounds off. He warily looks up to find spikes now protruding from the roof, then it starts to drop, it moves rapidly and all he can do is grab one weapon," Quackity looked up at George whose wearing a face of shame, "His toe is crushed in the doorway and Karl has to help him limp along."

"Dude," Karl said, turning to face George, "Nice going, I get your laser blaster specifically for that."

"I never said he had a laser blaster did I?" Quackity asked, Karl shook his head, "George managed to grab a pistol that shoots stunning bullets instead of any good weaponry."

"Nice going," Sapanap stated bitterly, "There was a laser blaster in there with my name on it."

"Sorry," George said quietly, he popped open his can as he spoke.

"With a pistol in hand, the three traverse ever closer to the exit of the sewer, a consistent light flow of sewage spills forth from the end of a barred pipe," Quackity narrated, "Using his plasma sword Sapnap easily slices the bars in twain like a hot knife through butter, they all hop out and find themselves on the outskirts of the city at a beach."

"I have a plasma sword?" Sapnap asked with a grin, Quackity nodded.

"It's all written down on your sheets, every accomadation made for a high tech campaign," Quackity said, gesturing to the character sheets in front of his players, everyone glanced down at it.

"Oh, oh that's fucking cool," Karl said, "I have built in plasma claws."

"No way to get 'em in campaign to, calculated just for you," Quackity said, "On with the story, our heroes look up at the towering chrome buildings behind them, they have two choices now, move out yonder and never look back, or infiltrate the city."

"Infiltrate the city," All three answer with in near perfect unison.

"Alright, alright, into the city they go, climbing up the ladder and trying to blend into the crowds on the sidewalks," Quackity went on, "Although Georges limp is a worry to Karl and Sapnap they truly can't look back at their old life of working undercover, not with their home ruined."

Bang!

The door swung open and hit the wall, everyone whipped around to face Dream.

"What the fuck Dream?!" Quackity snapped at his dorm mate before he could make it even one step in.

"Wilburs parents kicked me out," Dream said as he kicked off his shoes.

"Then go sleep in a hotel I'm narrating a campaign!" Quackity shot back venomously.

"Nope, I'm sleeping in my bed, and you guys are going to stop playing your stupid game," Dream said, he hung up his jacket and made his way to the kitchen, "Who took my orange crush?!"

George glanced down at his can fearfully.

"Wait, never mind, I found one in the back of the fridge!" He re entered the room sipping on a can of orange pop, "We could always play Magic Cards instead."

"But you never let us use your good decks," Sapnap whined.

Dream placed down his can before heading to his room, "What color magic do you two like the most?!"

"Red and black!" Sapnap shouted.

"Green and blue!" George chimed in.

Dream returned with two stacks of cards in hand, "Rakdos," he handed one to Sapnap, "And Simmic, opposites on the battlefield, but if a Simmic player and a Rakdos player team up there will be hell to pay."

"Did you, did you give them your guildgate decks?" Karl asked, Dream shook his head.

"Nope, but that's what the color combos are. Gave Sapnap my vampire deck, save your plains until you draw Sorin, and George my merfolk deck," Dream explained, dropping down his own deck as well, a mix of green, white, and black magic, "You two go get your decks while I clean this up."

"My story," Quackity said quietly before standing up.

"Your story can wait," Dream said as he took a seat and started shuffling his cards, "You guys remember how to play?"

George nodded, "Totally, you're gonna lose this time."

Dream scoffed at the notions, "I've been playing since before you even knew the brand existed, you can't beat me."

"Well maybe me and George are gonna gang up on you," Sapnap said, tilting his dice to rest with the twenty face up, "We're gonna fucking win."

Karl sat down on the side of George opposite of Sapnap, "You aren't gonna survive the Nightmare Moon card this time Dream."

"Did you just say 'Nightmare Moon card' Karl?" George asked in disbelief.

Karl nodded, "It does helpful things, and it's the color I play most, I spent real money on it, I gave Quackity the Twilight Sparkle card, I sold the Rarity card to some brony next door."

"They made MTG MLP crossover cards?" Sapnap asked in disbelief.

Karl nodded, "Hasbro owns both companies, so they just went for it I guess."

Quackity sat back down beside him and placed his pre shuffled bird deck down, blue and white magic.

"Ponies: The Galloping was the only good part of 2019," Dream said wistfully, "I wasn't a brony, but the hype for those cards was insane, the community grew a bit."

Sapnap hummed a bit, "Brony behavior."

"Shut your fucking mouth," Dream spat back venomously as he drew his seven cards, "Whose going first?"

"So long as you go last I don't care," Quackity stated, taking a sip of his ginger ale as he drew his hand of cards.

"Sapnap goes first then," George said as Sapnap flipped through his hand.

"I play the Rakdos guildgate, comes onto the battle field tapped," Sapnap explained as he placed down his card.

The game continued somewhat peacefully, the amount of threats tossed around like a basket ball were low. Dream was still winning, even with the combined efforts of three players to put him down he couldn't be touched. Angels and devils alike were all played, mixed with exiles and healing cards, his game was insane. Quackity put up hundreds of walls, laying down all sorts of enchantments on Dreams creatures to immobilize his efforts. He had counter measures ready, it was like he was prepared for whatever was too happen next.

He was not prepared for George and Sapnap to start arguing over whether or not it's legal to place a positive enchantment on your opponents card.

"We're teaming up who cares if it's legal," Sapnap snarled out venomously, trying to place the protection card on Georges selkie.

"I want to win properly that's why," George shot back in a similar tone, clutching his hand of cards close to his chest.

"Do you have an instruction book Dream?" Quackity asked, Dream nodded.

"It's on top of my desk, go get it," Dream said as he watched Sapnap and George argue.

"If we were at a tournament I would get it, but we're in a college dormitory George!" Sapnap near shouted.

"A cheap win isn't a real win!" George snapped, grasping the card atop his creature and pushing it aside.

"Calm down!" Quackity exclaimed as he walked back into the room, rulebook flipped open to one of many dog eared pages.

"Tell him it's legal!" Sapnap stated.

"Tell him it's not!" George said.

Quackity gave a hum, tracing a finger across the sticky note he had put on the paper, "Well it says here that if Sapnap can convince George to kiss him then the card can go down."

Dream tried to push down the perplexed look on his face.

"Right Dream?" Quackity asked, lowering down the page to show Dream, the sticky note simply said 'go along with it.'

"Yep, how do you think people settle silly little arguments like this? Not with tearing my cards," Dream said, gesturing to the bending state of his card, George let go, so did Sapnap, "Instead they make up and kiss."

"Do you have any idea how bullshit that sounds?" George asked, quirking a brow as he spoke.

"Nope, that is exactly what it says, verify Karl," Quackity said, Karl nodded.

"We kissed over MTG so much we started dating," Karl lied, "Although, nobody has believed us yet when we say that so we thought up some other story."

Sapnap narrowed his eyes, "Fine," He huffed it out reluctantly.

"We're seriously doing this right now?" George questioned, he almost sounded agitated.

"Yes, seriously," Sapnap answered with.

"Fine, Quackity hold my camera," George said, handing the camera bag to Quackity who near instantly pulled it out.

"Gladly," Quackity said, practically purred at that.

Sapnap paused, "On the lips, or?"

George placed a finger on his cheek, "Here."

"Alright, cool," Sapnap said before leaning in, placing a gentle, oh so chaste, kiss to Georges cheek.

Blood ricocheted up Georges body straight to the tips of his ears, painting his face a lovely shade of red. The sound of the camera shutter was near silent, and George would've caught it if he wasn't already tangled up in the moment. Then Sapnap pulled away, George had to keep his hand on his cards instead of bringing it up to touch the spot on his cheek.

George tapped the base of his cards to the table, "So Sapnaps card is in play?"

"Those are the rules," Quackity said, handing back George the camera, the film held under the table where he wouldn't see it.

"Thanks for holding my camera dude," George said as he slung the strap back over his shoulder, crossing over his chest.

"No problem," Quackity stated, "Is that your turn Sapnap?"

"I have one more card to play actually," Sapnap stated as he flipped two plains, a mountain, and a swamp before pulling The Wedding Ring from his hand, "I play Wedding Ring, on George."

George swears his brain short circuits, Karl has to hold back his smirk.

"What does it do?" Dream asked, shuffling his hand and looking at his mana count.

"So, basically, whenever George draws a card I draw a card, and whenever he gains life I gain life," Sapnap said, Dream quirked a brow.

"You should've played that on me, I'm using my life gain deck," Dream explained, gesturing to his series of cats and druids on the field.

Sapnap shrugged, "Live and learn, your turn George."

George gave a small nod, untapping his land before drawing a card, so did Sapnap. He tapped two islands, "I'll play my Merfolk Looter and I'm not attacking."

Dream gave a hum, "Interesting, interesting."

Karl glared at him, "If you want people to play this game with you stop commenting on everything everyone does."

"Make me," Dream said, "Go on, take your turn, make your useless move."

"I fucking hate you Dream," Karl muttered under his breath as he tapped his mana, "For all ten of my mana I play Kozilek, Butcher of Truth! When you cast Kozilek you may draw four cards, which I will," He drew his cards smugly while Dream merely hummed, somewhere between approval and disapproval no one could tell, "It has annihilator four and when its put into a graveyard from anywhere I get to shuffle my graveyard back into my library! Eat on that!"

"Is that your turn?" Dream asked calmly, far too collected, the slight upturn of a smirk on his face shot fear down their spines.

Karl nodded submissively, then he shook his head, "I send my Gloom Pangolin, Copper Longlegs, and Graverobber Spider at Dream."

Dream tapped his mana before laying down a card, "I counter with fog."

"Fuck you," Karl spat venomously, "Your turn Quackity."

"I play Crawl Space," Quackity said, "Only two creatures at a time can attack me."

"Nice," Sapnap said.

Quackity nodded, "Oh yeah, then to double down I play Screaming Swarm, a bird horror," He looked over his army of avians briefly, they were all weak, "I guard."

George, Sapnap, and Karl looked at him desperately.

Quackity gave a heavy sigh, "I pass my turn to Dream."

"Thank you Quackity," Dream said as he untapped all of his land, he practically owned a continents worth of mana. He placed a finger on his Felidar Sovereign, "Who here knows what this card does?"

"It lets you win if you have forty life," Karl answered without skipping a beat, he'd lost to that stupid card so many times he couldn't forget.

"Amazing Mr Jacobs," Dream said, his voice was chiding, and it alerted everyone that their end was near, "Now, Sapnap, be a doll and count your creatures, everyone else please do the same."

"Whatever you're planning won't work, you're on your last legs," Quackity stated as he counted his sizable army, "I have thirteen, including tokens."

"Seven," Karl said, "Plus three tapped."

"I only have four left, but they're all pretty strong," Sapnap said, "Plus Sorin and The Chittering Host."

George hesitated as he counted his merfolk, "Fourteen, no tokens."

Dream added the numbers up in his head, he would have more than enough life left, "Perfect," His voice was a purr as he tapped five mana, two plains, a swamp and a forest, "I play Fumigate, every creature, including my own dies and I get one life point per creature."

"Oh what the fuck," Sapnap groaned out as he slid his creatures into a stack and placed them on his graveyard.

Quackity reluctantly followed, he didn't have any way out of this, he just had to draw a card that could snuff Dream.

George faltered as he did so, "My creatures..."

"You fucking idiot," Karl said bluntly as he discarded his creatures, "You eliminated your Felidar Sovereign."

"Did I?" Dreams grin is predatory as he props his head in his hand, elbow on the table.

Karls eyes widen a bit, "You absolute son of a bitch."

"And I'm proud of it too," Dream said as he tapped a couple more mana, "I play my second Felidar Sovereign, next turn I win automatically."

"Is that your turn?" Sapnap asked meekly.

Dream gave a hum, as though mulling over the thought, "No, not at all," He reaches down to tap his dual colored mana, "And for two red mana I play Final Fortune, which brings me back to my upkeep, and I have well over forty life, therefore, I win."

"And this is why no one plays Magic Cards with you man," Quackity said with a groan as he shuffled his land into his graveyard.

"That victory was clean, you're just sour," Dream said, a smug grin on his face as he took a swig of his impossibly orange pop.

"And you're a shitty winner these days," Sapnap tacked onto Quackitys statement.

Dream shrugged, "That's interpretative."

"No, no it fucking isn't," George said boldly.

"Well boys, sorry to wound your pride so fatally that you have to call me a bad winner," Dream said as he slid off his seat and piled up his deck geared specifically to win, "But I'm gonna go get some sleep, getting good grades in blowing is rough."

Karl nearly choked on his own spit, "Getting good grades in blowing?"

"Glassblowing, with the glory hole ya know," Dream said, his terminology didn't help anyone recover from his choice of words, "Get your head out of the gutter."

"I'm heading back to my dorm," Sapnap stated boldly, tapping out of the conversation and piling up his deck, "Good night."

There was a chorus of 'see you in the morning's from his friends as he made his way to the door.

"Me to," George said, holding back a yawn.

Quackity grabbed his sleeve, waiting until the door clicked shut, "We gotta plan how you're gonna confess."

Red rose to Georges face once more, "We do not."

"Okay, heres a picture of a one time event that'll never happen again unless you fucking tell him," Quackity stated boldly, handing George the film.

George looked at it, "Friends, friends give kisses on the cheek every now and then."

Quackity shook his head, "The guys don't, unless you're British, which, I guess you are, so your misconception is excused, but you're in America now."

"Just write him a letter," Karl said, "That gets the point across real nice and easy."

"I took photography not english," George retorted with.

"Try," Karl said, "Pour yourself onto a piece of paper and give it to him."

George paused, "I'll try."

-/-/-/-

Sapnap hummed to himself happily as he finished frying his sandwich, grilled cheese, as many kinds as he could scrounge from the college kitchens. It smelled amazing, so much so he hoped that Fundy wouldn't rouse from his sleep because of it. The crunch as the knife descended onto crisped bread was, too put simply, euphoric, he didn't even have to jostle the knife to get a clean cut.

He swears he's shaking because he's never made a grilled so good in his life before and he hasn't even tasted it. If he fails to get a good paying restaurant job it'll be worth it purely because he knows how too cook good food. He pulls apart the two triangles and the cheese stretches in a perfect marble of orange and white as he does so. His mouth is watering by the time he takes a bite, he gives a deep satisfied sound as he chews. The flavors layer perfectly in his mouth, mozzarella adding a chewiness, sharp cheddar giving that greasiness, the Goudas flavor so smooth across his tongue, and the blue cheese, cave aged with truffles, ties everything in with the pungent earthy tones.

He feels tears come to his eyes, he'll never cook anything this good again, this was what his life was mounting up too. The perfect grilled cheese, crispy bacon bits he nearly forget he added hit him softly and then he starts to cry a little bit. The crunch of the bread is golden all across, darker where the pan hit the bread more.

Then his phone starts to vibrate against his thigh, he wants to ignore it, relish in the absolute delight that is the sandwich in his hands. But he doesn't, instead he places his sandwich down on the cutting board with the other half and answers the phone.

"Hello?" His voice cracks a little bit.

"Dude were you crying?" George asked on the other end.

"I cooked a really good sandwich," Sapnap said, he brought a finger to wipe the dampness rolling down his cheeks, "Like, really good."

"Cool, so I have a project for night time photos right," George began, Sapnap gives a hum as if too signal to keep talking, "I need your help."

"Can't you just take some photos of bugs and landscapes or whatever?" Sapnap asked, he gave a small yawn.

"Everyone else is doing that though," George said, "I wanna take a picture of a person."

Sapnap gave a groan as he pushed himself away from the counter, "Alright, I guess so, where are you?"

George didn't answer.

"Are you at some skeezy nightclub George?" Sapnap asked, George gave an indignant huff.

"I'm in the campus forest," George said with a nervous laugh, "Not super far in! Just where the lamppost and the bench are."

Sapnap gave a sigh, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be out."

"Thank you so much Sapnap," George said, "I love you bro."

"Yeah, yeah, love you too," Sapnap said dismissively as he pulled on a jacket and grabbed his keys.

"See ya in ten!" George said.

"See ya in ten," Sapnap echoed back before hanging up and making his way out the door.

Silence filled the near empty dorm room, the only thing present the scent of the still fresh sandwich. It drew Fundy from his sleep, the fox man stumbling out of his bedroom while sniffing the air, snout held high. Even in the dark he easily traced his hands along walls and counters to reach the stovetop where the cutting board rested unattended. He picked up the untouched half and took a bite out of it, he couldn't help but take another, and then another.

He was fully aware Sapnap would have his pelt as a lovely fur coat when he returned to find an empty cutting board, but he didn't really care. He couldn't find it in himself to care about getting the cold shoulder when the sandwich is so delectable. Instead he reached for the closest notepad and pen and started to scribble out a note. When he finished writing the note he grabbed the other half and made his way back to his little area, pleased with his scavenge of a still hot sandwich.

- I ate your sandwich, Fundy

-/-/-/-

George heaves a heavy sigh as he lowers his phone from his ear and slides it into his pocket. In the same pocket is an envelope, one with a letter he wrote for Sapnap, a confession. The entire time writing he kept on asking Quackity and Karl for help with formatting and grammar, they did as little as possible as to not tamper with the authenticity of the note. He pulled out his phone again, and then he popped it out of the case, where the picture Quackity took rested. He intended to put it in the shredder and rend it into a million pieces, but that was before he thought of how tangled up that spur of the moment situation left him. He felt like his stomach was being twisted into knots, his face so bright red it burnt almost uncomfortably, his brain short circuiting- and he wanted more.

Now all he can do is wait those ten minutes that feel like eons, this is it, tonight, after the small photo shoot, he's going to give the letter to Sapnap. And then he's going to wait patiently for the rejection that'll follow, hopefully the nerves won't make the camera shake too much. He closes his phone case once more, the light above him flickers just a little bit with hold it is. It casts a yellow glow that he only thinks of in the light of being a kid, before florescent white became the trend across the world. He glances up to the bulb, it's cloudy, but the light it shines reaches much farther than George thought it did.

He stands up and stretches his legs a little bit, trying his very hardest not to dwell on the notions of messing up his chance. He pulls out his camera and clicks a couple photos, one of treetops from his stance of lying on the dirt ground. He takes another tree shot from below, pressed up against the bark and peering into the shadowy branches above. The final shot he takes is a full landscape, he steps onto the bench and angles his camera so that it lines up with the break in the tree line before clicking. He waits a second, hoping that the flash didn't ruin it, then he glances at the photo. It's by far one of his best landscapes yet, the lights in the city are naught but dots, and the buildings are all a darker shade with minimal hue difference, the cedars frame it magnificently.

He grins to himself a bit as he slides them into his photo holder. It's more or less an old wallet full of slots for cards but it gets the job done. He drops down onto the bench once more and glances around, he finds the slightly blurry sight of Sapnap emerging from the trees. He takes a couple steps forward and snaps a picture, what with the way he holds him and the way the light hits him, it's like a painting.

Sapnap takes rushed breaths as he makes his way up to the bench, he leans back on said bench, head tilted back as well. George can't refrain from letting his inner photographer run free and and catch the shot from the back of the bench. He has to angle the camera so most of Sapnaps head is closer to the bottom of the frame instead of the middle.

Sapnap wearily opens his eyes, "I think you're addicted to me."

The blanket statement has George frozen, "How so?"

"Always taking pictures, of me 'n shit," Sapnap said as he forced himself upright.

George hummed, "Nobody else likes it when I take their picture except for you and the rest of the guys."

"Fair point," Sapnap said as he stood up, "Now, what's first."

"You ever seen Michelangelos David?" George asked.

"Everyone has," Sapnap answered with, refraining from rolling his eyes at the question.

"Do that," George said.

"I'm not taking off pants while it's ten degrees out George," Sapnap stated, the notions caused a rosy hue to spark across Georges cheeks

"Just take off your hoodie and sling it over your shoulder," George instructed, watching intently as Sapnap got into pose.

Then he circled Sapnap like a predator would do with its prey. Searching for the perfect angle from the front, his form cast a dramatic shadow with where he stood in front of the streetlamp. George ended up crouch down in front of Sapnap, tilting his camera up just a little bit as he pressed the button. Then he lounged on the ground, Sapnap still followed the principle to hold still while having a picture taken. He takes another photo, this time he adds the flash, the pop of white against yellow light contrasts richly, giving an almost angelic halo.

"Can I move now?" Sapnap asked, George nodded as he stood up and brushed down the dirt. Sapnap loosened from his position and slid his jacket back on without a thought.

George slid the photos into his collection, "Next up I was thinking a shot on the ground, or against a tree."

"Lets do the tree," Sapnap said, then he paused to look at the trees, "Birch or cedar?"

George started over to a tree, "Cedar."

"Cool," Sapnap said before leaning against the tree, "Should I sit or stand?"

George tried to visualize both side by side, "Stand, it'll look better, hands in your pockets."

Sapnap did as told, and then George got up far too close, lifting the bill of his hat just a bit. He stepped back and brought a hand to gently tilt Sapnaps head to be at an angle. Sapnap, despite his urge to look at George and ask a question, looks straight ahead.

"Wow, you pick up fast," George said, standing parallel to Sapnaps height and taking a picture, "Only one for this shot."

Sapnap relaxes his neck before walking back over to the bench, he takes a seat, one leg crossed over the other and hands resting in his lap, "What next?"

George pauses, looking at Sapnaps form, "Just stay like that."

"Alright," Sapnap said as George made his way over and sat down in front of Sapnaps legs, he scooted back until their was enough distance for everything to focus where he wanted it to. Sapnap shifted his legs just a bit before looking down at George as he takes a picture.

George pulls down his camera, he swears his heart is threatening to explode in his chest with how fast its thrumming. He leans back on the heels of his palms, "We only need one picture from this angle, but if you wanna rearrange your legs we could take another."

Sapnap drops his leg from where it rests atop the other, "There isn't exactly a lot of leg positions off the top of my head."

"No, this is fine," George said, he barely managed to do so as he inched closer, and angled his camera, and then he clicked. He clicked once more too, the golden glow laying atop Sapnap should be illegal with the way it looks. It accentuates the gray of his hoodie and the tears on his jeans, it frames his face nicely as well. Lighting wasn't allowed to do that, especially not lighting from a dingy streetlamp, but that might've just been how Sapnap looks in photos. George swallowed thickly as he stood up and stepped back from between Sapnaps legs, a place he thought he'd never be.

He takes a seat down beside Sapnap and pulls out all the photos he had taken, he hands them to Sapnap who diligently pages through them. He pauses on the occasional photo, tracing over the way the film held his image without daring to touch the picture.

"I think this one is my favorite," Sapnap said, pointing to the second picture George had taken of him, "They're all pretty good though."

"That's because you have a photogenic face," George said, his photography jargon lost on Sapnap.

"A what now?" Sapnap asked.

"You have a nice face, it's a little bit asymmetrical, but that's just nature," George said, reaching out slowly to trace a finger over the asymmetry, he stopped himself and pulled back his hand.

"You could've just said you think I look hot," Sapnap said bluntly, George nearly chokes on his own spit at the accusation.

"I said you have a good face for taking photos!" George snapped defensively, Sapnap gave him a smirk, "Okay, maybe you look a little bit hot."

"Only a little bit?" Sapnap asked, layering faux hurt on his voice thick.

George paused, "A lot a bit, but I have a bias towards idiots who let me take photos of them."

"Oh? So you have a bias for me? Thats awesome," Sapnap said with a bit of a grin.

George paused, "Well, yeah, obviously, you're amazing Sapnap."

"I'm amazing too? Never thought I'd hear you say those words," Sapnap said, leaning against George a bit, "What could possibly make you say such a thing?"

George faltered to bite his lip, to think of his next move, he still had the letter to give. Or he could just jump the gun say it himself, either way he'd get a response from Sapnap. He opens his mouth to speak and he has a hard time choking it out, "Because I like you idiot."

"I know," Sapnap answered with blatantly.

"No, like, I love you," George said, he gives a sigh, "I have this big, secret crush on you that everybody except you knows about Sapnap."

"I heard you talking about it with Karl and Quackity," Sapnap said, his words might as well have shot George dead in that very instant, the way they caused his chest to tighten didn't help.

George gave a groan of annoyance, hiding his face in his hands, "Of course you did."

"I don't mind dude," Sapnap said, slinging an arm around Georges shoulders as he spoke, "Like, really, I don't mind at all."

"You knew for a week and didn't tell me?" George asked as he lifted his head to look at Sapnap.

Sapnap nodded.

"What the hell man? I was so fucking scared for tonight, cause I was gonna tell you, and I thought you'd reject me," George rattled off his small list of reasons as he leaned onto Sapnap even more.

Sapnap rubbed circles atop Georges back, "George," He began tentatively, "I love you too man, like, a lot, you mean a lot to me, and I love you."

"Thanks," George got out quietly, "Can you kiss me again?"

"On the cheek?" Sapnap asked, George nodded.

"Or the lips, beggars can't be choosers right?" He gave a nervous little laugh as he spoke, lifting his head up to meet Sapnaps gaze.

Sapnap raised a hand and tilted Georges head a bit to place a kiss on his cheek. Then on his jaw, he would do it again, but he doesn't know what boundaries there are to overstep. So instead he simply wraps his arms around Georges torso and rests his head on his shoulders.

"I love you," Sapnap said quietly, barely above a murmur and clearly meant only for George to hear.

George rests his chin on Sapnaps head, "I love you too."

-/-/-/-

In the following days, George writes a letter, a new one. He knows that you're supposed to write the love letter before you confess, but he messed that up. He has the older one to work off of though, look back it for metaphors and comparisons alike.

Before he even starts on that he calls up Karl and Quackity to tell them the good news.

"No fucking way," Karl begins, voice mute of emotion, "You actually told him? And without the letter?!"

George nodded as he spoke, "And it went great too!"

"That's amazing man! Now you gotta take him on a nice date," Karl said, George could hear footsteps in the background.

"You told Sapnap?" Quackity asked, abruptly butting into the conversation Karl and George were holding.

"That I did," George said, "Somehow."

"Did he like the letter?" Quackity asked, George could see his smirk perfectly.

"I sort of, forgot to give him his letter because I just went for it instead," George explained.

"You worked so hard on it though, what a waste," Quackity said with a drawn out sigh.

George shrugged, "I also called you guys up to ask if you'd be willing to help me write another letter to Sapnap."

"But you already confessed," Karl said.

"And he already reciprocated," Quackity tacked on.

"I know, but, I still want too," George said, "He doesn't know that this year is my last year here, and I want to tell him that."

"With a letter?" Quackity asked in disbelief.

"I'll start stuttering if I try to tell him on the spot," George said.

"I can help you out with it," Karl offered up.

Quackity faltered momentarily, "I will too."

"Thanks so much guys," George said as he sat down at his desk and opened a draft.

"Now before you even begin-" Quackity tried to instruct, Karl slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Just go for it, we'll work out the kinks later if you want our help," Karl said confidently as George started typing out a letter to Sapnap.

-/-/-/-

Sapnap, hi,

Yeah, that's a livable start.

I know I've already confessed but truth be told I originally had a letter to give to you, which I just, didn't give to you. It's honestly kind of garbage compared to this and full of 'I know you'll reject me!' and 'I'm not good enough for you!' so I'm writing this one to fix that. Because you didn't reject me and I'm good enough for you too, which is still shaking me up inside just a little bit.

George paused, finger resting on the enter key, thoroughly thinking over his next words before choosing against it.

It's like, you mean so fucking much to me, I'm gonna stumble over my words if I say this in person, and this'll probably feel cluttered too, so bear with it. You're the fucking sunshine, to me, you made a streetlamp have good lighting because you just work in any photo, it's insane! And then you're also the least photogenic person alive at times, but really, really pretty too??? Somehow, I wanna say 'like a rose' but that wouldn't fit properly, because you're not very thorny, or dangerous, or prickly to the touch- you're just the best parts.

Is that too sappy?

Or better yet, is it not sappy enough?

George can't decide, it's not like he'll have time to dwell after he prints it.

That was stupid, forget that, but really, I love you Sapnap, like, a lot, I can't repeat that shit enough times to have it actually mean something close to what I'm feeling- but that won't stop me either. It's fucking crazy, how much you drive me crazy, and that's a good thing, you're the only person I can handle driving me up the walls sometimes. I usually hate it when people get all emotional on me, but I'm fine with you, you're just the exception across the board entirely I guess.

He hesitated as he clicked enter until he reached the second page, he really, really didn't want to write the next part.

And I know that you don't know that this is my last year of college, so, that's also what this letter is for to tell you that I'm not gonna be here next year. I should've confessed last year, so we'd have more time together, but a semester is plenty of time! And then when you've gotten your degree we could move in together, or something like that, if you still want me around by the end of it all.

He can feel his hands shake as he types.

I love you Sapnap, and I'm gonna miss you a lot for an entire year, I'll still drop by from time to time. There's that one kitschy private school that got hot lunch from here last year, so I'm pretty sure I'd be allowed to drop in from time to time. I won't just give up DnD night, or Magic the Gathering, or having a laugh with you and the guys. I just won't always be around every single minute of every single day is all.

Signed, George.

George pulled his hands away from the keyboard before he could go back and rewrite the whole thing. He didn't even bother to glance over it. One draft. One chance. This is it, he'll take whatever response he gets when Sapnap reads the letter and he'll handle that response like a champ.

He clicks on the print button and the sound of his printer starting up is not only obnoxious, but loud as well. He just needs it to stay quiet, for a little bit, to just get out that one piece of double sided paper. He sits impatiently at the printer tray as the paper slides out, agonizingly slow, and in the same instant as it finishes George already has it in his hands. The paper is warm and the ink so fresh he's almost afraid he'll smudge it with the slightest touch against those letters torn from the depths of his heart.

He folds it in half before reaching for an envelope and sliding it in. He reaches blindly for his phone, popping open the case and sliding the photo into the envelope as well. Hesitation blankets his action as he runs his tongue along the adhesive strip and closes it shut, he flips it around and presses it against his desk to make sure it sticks.

He grabs a pen and scrawls Sapnaps name onto it, he pauses to consider adding a heart, how cliche would that be? Maybe a little bit too cliched, but he honestly doesn't care at this point. He adds the heart and a swivel of a line below the center where the name rests.

He leaves it on his desk before heading to his bed and splaying himself across it. He lies awake for a while, eyes flicking to the clock over and over again, watching as the minutes stagnate. When he finally dozes off to sleep he can barely think, nerves keeping him awake until he runs out of energy to burn.

-/-/-/-

The envelope rests in his pocket against his phone comfortably as he goes throughout the day, waiting patiently for the chefs to start lunch. He handed in his photos to the professor and politely asked if he could have them back afterwards, something he hadn't really done before. It garnered a slightly perplexed look from his teacher as she stacked the photos carefully atop her desk.

"You want them back?" She asked carefully.

George nodded, "I still haven't let the model see them yet."

"Alright, they'll be back in your hands by the end of the week," She stated before dismissing George.

George slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked down the hall, fingers resting at the seam of the paper so carefully adhered together. He kept his eyes close to the ground, the occasional swath of people doing little to deter him as he made his way straight to the room where Quackity was most likely in the middle of getting a lecture.

He waited impatiently outside of the doorway, watching as the occasional person walked by, most of which in the general direction of the cafeteria. He was tempted to pull out the letter and throw it into the garbage can across the room, it would be buried under everything else sooner than later. He chose against it, barely, he had to deliver the letter, he just, he absolutely needed too. He isn't sure of what he'll do if the words written don't make into Sapnaps hands by the end of the year. He doesn't want to find out either.

Quackity grabbed his wrist and started to drag him along, "C'mon man, the best food is probably already gone!"

George barely stumbled a single step as he picked up his pace, Quackity released his wrist, "Karl always saves us something good if we miss it."

"Not the point," Quackity said, "You wrote and printed that letter right?"

George nodded, "Of course man."

"The second Sapnap sits down with us you're gonna give him the letter," Quackity said calmly.

"What?! But, but everyone'll see," George said.

Quackity shot him a silencing glare, "George, you need to get it out of the way before you pussy out and never do it."

George stayed silent.

"You brought the letter to give to him right?" Quackity asked, he pulled out a chair as he spoke.

George nodded.

"Then give it to him," Quackity said, he gave a small sigh, "I fucking, I get it, but you just gotta go for it."

George took a seat in his chair and pulled out the envelope, he stared at it in an analytical manner. As though it was going to come to life and tear him wide open for all to see. And in a sense it was going to open him up when someone reads it, but it's gonna be Sapnap who gets to see it.

"I know, I'm gonna do it," George said, he drummed his fingers on the desk, "It's gonna happen."

Then Sapnap walked out, the doors swinging open, he looked absolutely spent. He didn't even remember to take off his apron which had splashes of red on it, clearly tomato sauce but from afar it could be mistaken for viscera. He still has a small paring knife in hand as he pours a small cup of water from the closest pitcher.

George reached out to the letter and retracted it as soon as Sapnap started to walked over, glass still in hand. He dropped down and placed the two items on the table before slinging an arm over George and placing a small kiss on his cheek. He smelt like a kitchen, like hot oil and fresh food, like onions and seared steak, George didn't really mind though.

"We're having spaghetti and meatballs for lunch today," Sapnap said, never once moving from his leaning position.

"Nice, sounds delectable as always," Quackity said with a slanting smirk.

George toyed with the corner of the envelope as he spoke, "I don't think I've had spaghetti and meatballs since I was kid."

"That is the worlds biggest shame, we need to get you a bowl ASAP," Sapnap stated boldly before taking a sip from his cup of water.

"For real," Quackity added on, "Anything new in the kitchen?"

"Nope, still mad at Fundy for eating my sandwich though," Sapnap said dejectedly, "Twas the best culinary delight I'll ever create in my life."

Quackity gave a hum, "I'm sure it was, how about you George?"

"Yeah, anything fun happen since the camera shoot?" Sapnap added on.

"I wrote something for you," George squeaked out awkwardly as he lifted up the envelope and placed it on the table.

Sapnap was quick to snatch it up, lining the blade of the paring knife with the small slit in the paper, "Love letters usually come before confessions George."

"Well, I had a love letter planned, but I forgot to give it to you," George said, "This is more of a thank you letter if anything."

Sapnap gave a hum of acknowledgement as he read over the front of the page while Quackity scanned the back. He placed down the letter on the table, a comfortable warmth spreading across him at how docile and domestic Georges choice of words were. But at the same time they made his stomach feel all fluttery, like he was full of a hundred moths, swarming in the darkness.

"Dude," Sapnap managed quietly, "That is the sweetest thing I have ever read."

George took a shaky breath, "Read the other side."

Sapnap flipped over the paper, his mood instantly deflated as he skimmed over the words. He gently folded the paper in half again, "You're leaving at the end of the year?" His voice cracked as he spoke and that shattered George.

George nodded, "Yeah, photography flies by pretty fast, and I just, I didn't think to tell you."

"I have two more years of training to finish my studies," Sapnap said quietly, "And you're leaving?"

"I, I'm sorry I didn't mention it sooner," George said, Sapnap leaned onto him.

"I'll live, barely," Sapnap said, "Just make sure to buy a house with enough room for the both of us."

"You think I'm gonna be that rich?" George asked, the faintest tinge of humor on his voice.

Sapnap shrugged, "A guy can dream, just, call me when you're gone okay?"

"Obviously," George said, he hesitantly placed a kiss to Sapnaps forehead.

"I love you George," Sapnap said quietly, resting his head in the crook of Georges neck.

"Love you too Sapnap," George answered with, resting an arm on Sapnaps shoulders.

Sapnap reached for the envelope and letter, going to slide back in but stopping when he felt something else. He was quick to pull it out, "When in the name of fuck did you take that photo?"

"Quackity did," George answered with, Sapnap glared at Quackity who only shrugged.

"Dudes, stop being so domestic," Karl butted in as he laid out plates of spaghetti, "Be dumb asses on your own time."

Quackity elbowed him, "Karl, I love you, but shush."

"What happened?" Karl asked, then his eyes landed on the letter, "Oh, shit, sorry for ruining the moment."

"Nice going, you ruined their moment," Quackity said, twirling a couple noodles onto his fork.

"I didn't realize they were having a moment!" Karl stated defensively, "I was busy serving everyone some delicious food."

"It's fine Karl," Sapnap said, voice smoothed over and free of cracks or agitation.

"Still, sorry," Karl said.

Quackity was already pulling his notebook out of his courier bag, "My turn to derail, I convinced Dream to make a DnD character."

"No shit for real?" George asked, leaning over the table a bit.

"For real," Quackity answered with.

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Chapter 2

Summary: The dawn of the first day, sparks fly much faster than George expected and he isn't sure if he's ready too handle the attention just yet.

Authors Note: @sobredunia CHAPTER 2 BE UPON YEE! I was gonna post this later in the day but couldn't wait that long, so heres the second portion of this fic

George and Sapnap stood outside the castle walls, waiting patiently for Dream too arrive be it by steed or by carriage, maybe even on foot, George was a little bit anxious. Either he was going to blow this entire thing by acting too genuine or Sapnap was going to blow it by acting too much like he always does. They don't talk while they wait, instead Sapnap tosses the dagger in his hand up and down trying too get a spin with his throw and George sits on the ground, chin resting in his hands. To say George is a little bit bored would be a gross understatement, if anything he feels like he's dying and that time refuses move, the cool breeze doesn't do very much to alleviate the tension between them.

Sapnaps is usually out back training around now while George sits on the sidelines with gauze and disinfectant at the ready and cheers, with a side of exaggerated yearning just for shits and giggles, it gets a rise out of Sapnap. If not training they would be hanging out in Georges room, Sapnap watching in awe as George practices his own abilities, he got them mostly from his fathers side of the family; plant magic and a hint of animal as well. Where his father excelled at fruits and vegetables, George is much better at the dangerous plants alongside fungus, the prince doesn't speak to the animals as much as his mother insists he should, he doesn't care though- it's his little way of telling her too fuck off because his throat dries up whenever he tries to actually say it.

"George," Sapnap begins, George gives a nod of acknowledgement, "if he tries anything I'm doing it twice as effective."

"You'll get flustered way too fast Sap," George said standing up as he did so leaning into Sapnap who leaned away, hand pressed to his chest gently, "see?"

"Please, it's just that there's no need too put on a show yet," Sapnap said, leaning into George and wrapping a hand around the princes waist, that had George flustered, "but trust me, I won't let him take you away from me or the kingdom, I just hope you don't mind the taste of brimstone."

"Why would I have too worry about the taste of brimstone?" George asked, Sapnap smiled, his blunted claws threatened to tear the fabric of the princes shirt and it made George shudder ever so slightly.

"You'll figure it out," Sapnap said, releasing George on the sound of a horses click of hooves, he was quick too act a little bit stoic again, he can't go too far just yet, it would be a bit overkill to let the foreigners first sight of George be pressed against a drake hybrid.

As the steed came into view, pelt black as night, with a dragon kin riding it, or was it a harpy? It was hard too tell given feathered wings but scaled and clawed hands, splotches of scales were on his throat and chest and most likely his legs as well. George simply stared at him as he hopped off of his horse and walked over too the prince and his guard, Sapnaps gaze was deathly and the foreigner was affected by it in one way or another. Still he walked over too George, taller, only by an few inches, beastly blood adding too his stature no doubt; he grabbed Georges hands and placed a kiss to the back of it, George had to refrain from laughing at the formality, Sapnap stifled a snicker himself.

"Prince George I take it?" he asked, George nodded.

"That's me, and you must Dream, this is my personal guard Sapnap," George said, gesturing to Sapnap who gave a small a nod of acknowledgement.

"Before we get any further into this, do you have any scars?" Dream asked, the question came so far out of left field George had to pause before answering, gesturing to his shoulder.

"Karl," he pointed to one on his neck, "cooking," he pointed too a bite mark on his shoulder, "and my old pet."

"I'd love to hear the full story later," Dream said before George led him into the courtyard, sticking to the fungus and stone forged into winding pathways across the entire kingdom, Sapnap followed close behind.

Their walk through the castle was full of seemingly random questions and chatter, George answered them but his mind was in other places- the scent of food, the way Sapnap gripped him, whether or not this plan will work. To Sapnap it felt the questions were calculated, but he couldn't put his finger on how exactly they were all linked into the same thing, whatever that thing may be. Sapnap made sure to stand close to George, made sure to brisk hands, made sure to keep it naturally casual until he was bold enough to link their hands- Dream noticed, the slight glance and pause made Sapnap smirk. He didn't let go of Georges hand even as they came too the dining hall where not only did Georges parents wait, but a portion of the castles staff as well, which meant that Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were there.

"You can sit wherever you like," George said as he sat down, Quackity to his left and Sapnap to his right even though Dream should be sitting one of those spots and Quackity opts to move because he recognizes Dream as a hybridized amphiptere, the harpy sits next to Karl instead.

"George, I trust you gave our guest a tour of the castle?" Georges father asked, George shook his head.

"I planned on doing so after we eat, it's not often that chefs and royalty eat in the same room," George said, reaching for a fork, waiting patiently for someone else too start eating.

"I see then, let the feast commence!" Georges mother stated, she sounded agitated that George didn't bother showing off the castle already.

The dining hall was louder than it has been in years, mostly conversation between the workers, but Dream and George did talk, if they didn't his parents would be beyond disappointed. Although the conversation was a little bit stressed on Dreams end because George refused to let go of Sapnaps hand, going so far as to rest their hands on the table so everyone could see. Sapnaps eyes were trained on his meal, but he could feel Dreams glare, in doing so he doubled down, releasing Georges hand and opting to rest it on his thigh instead; that caused a small stutter in Georges speech. Sapnap had to repress a smirk when Dream attempted to grasp Georges hand, the prince refusing to interlock fingers despite the foreigners trying, little details, George understood how to work someones psyche and was doing so perfectly.

Dream continued too prattle off questions as everyone ate, completely oblivious to Quackity jotting down details under the table on everything Dream was saying, clearly intent on trying to formulate what kind of guy he is. Sapnap could see Quackity writing with ease and shot a small glare, the harpy stopped right away, unsure of why Sapnap would want him to stop- all information is good information in this case even if it doesn't get used. Dream doesn't catch Sapnaps grip on Georges thigh tighten, only hears the faint catch in Georges breath and how his face heats up, he glances to Sapnap whose eating again, zero noticeable attention on George. And George, George is feeling a little bit conflicted being caught in this situation, he's trying too stay formal because his parents are right there six seats down and Sapnap could care less.

"Do you have any magic?" Dream asked, his claws were digging into his palm, other hand still attempting to grasp Georges.

"Plants from my father, animals from my mother," George explained, lifting Sapnaps hand from his thigh gently, Sapnap got the message and retracted his hand, "I, on occasion, make use of weaponry, short swords mostly."

"Interesting, I've never met a prince versed in swordsmanship," Dream said, resting his chin his hand, elbow propped on the table, he looked curious, invested even.

"I taught him myself," Sapnap butted in, George pressed on his foot begging him not to go on without saying anything, he went on, "He's amazing at pinning people down, even better at dominating on the field." Sapnaps smirk was undeniable, the smug look on his face enough too get him killed if he was part of a different court, it made Dreams blood boil a little bit- notions of being dominated by George be damned, this guy was going to be the death of him.

"Is that true George?" Dream asked, eyes locked with Sapnap.

"Oh trust me, I wouldn't lie about being pressed between a wall and the prince," Sapnap said before George could even open his mouth, he was taking this to far too fast and he didn't care despite his previous worries, he needed to see how far he could get under this guys skin before getting a physical reaction.

"I can't wait to test out your theory during our honeymoon," Dream retorted with, smiling a little bit as George groaned in embarrassment, shakily taking another bite of his serving, hoping neither of his parents heard, "how do you even get away with George?"

"I have benefits you couldn't begin imagine, being a personal guard has its perks," Sapnap said, his tail wrapping around Georges waist a little bit, he made a small, surprised noise akin to a squeak when Sapnap yanked him close.

"What kind of perks could being a lowly guard have?" Dream asked, invested in where this conversation despite the fact his future spouse was in some guard arms and not his own.

"Too put simply, George is very, very invested in my life, he never leaves my side," Sapnap said, the statement, although logical and true, shot a bullet of jealousy straight through Dreams heart and Sapnap could see it on he face, he released George who was swiftly grabbed by Dream, "of course, the prince is all yours legally, and there's not much I can do about that, he'll miss me when he's gone."

"I highly doubt that he'll miss some smug guard when he has a ruler like me," Dream said, confidence in his tone overbearing as he grips Georges waist with one hand, resting at the small of his back, using the other to draw a blunted claw along his neck and jaw, "trust me."

"Guys, can I eat now?" George asked, pointing too his plate of food, he was released, Dreams hand resting on his thigh, it didn't have the same effect as Sapnap did, or George was great at hiding it.

Most of their conversation was lost in the clamorous murmurs of the crowd and Georges parents didn't hear it, George was beyond grateful for that, he was currently trapped between a dumbass taking things way to far and one of the least fuckable guys at the table. He was staring at Wilbur who sat directly across, trying his hardest to not focus on the conflict between Dream and Sapnap even though one half of it was was fake and felt all too real. The hum of conversation around him was loud enough too distract him almost entirely from Dreams affections, but he still paid enough attention to give a reaction. It was clear to Karl and Quackity that George hated being trapped between two sources of affection, but he's powering through for the sake of the plan- if everything goes right Dream will leave within a week and George will never have to be smothered with so much attention again.

"To the kingdom!"

A cheers was set in place and almost everyone raised a glass to the notion, because even though they had conflicted feelings towards how royalty likes to treat them, they'll always cheer to the notion of a potentially better ruler. Glasses clink here and there before bottles of wine are passed around, made of the finest homegrown grapes and only made in small batch, the flavor was the only reason George even took a single sip. Normally he hated alcohol, it was all bitter too him (the taste of hops made his skin crawl), even the ones with a mixture of fruity flavors, this was the only exception to his hatred of alcohol, Karl was of similar tastes.

One glass later and George is excusing himself from the table where everyone else stays for seconds and thirds, Sapnap reluctantly follows him as its his duty to do so even though he would rather stay at the table for one more round. Dream stayed behind and started conversing with Quackity, the harpy extremely intimidated in the presence of Dream- harpys used to be finger food for large scaled beasts before elvin, fae, and human crossbreeding, and Dream was indeed part large, scaled, beast.

Sapnap follows George down the halls, all the bats are either in the dining hall or somewhere else which lets them speak freely, but neither of them do so. Sapnaps still holding a wine glass, the base is gold and encrusted with jewels, George knows that he can trust whatever he comes out of his mouth having watched Sapnap win multiple drinking contests and stay sober before he became a personal guard. Only after they make it to the floor Georges room sits on does George open his mouth, glancing up too check for mothers bats, none, then he speaks.

"Dude what in the fuck was that?" George questioned, his tone laced with agitation and confusion, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders, sipping on the wine.

"It was me or Dream, who would you rather pick?" Sapnap asked, raising a brow, George hated the fact he had a point.

"Good point, but don't you think that was too far, parents could've seen," George said, fear of either parent realizing their plan immense, if they did they would surely execute Sapnap on the spot- and George won't admit it, but he doesn't know what he'd do if Sapnap died.

"Wasn't that the entire point of this plan?" Sapnap asked, following George back to his room, still swirling the grape wine in his glass, the aroma absolutely superb.

"No, the point was to scare off Dream, I don't want anyone getting executed because of me, they'll off you if they think you're the problem, if they think Dream is the problem they'll send him off for sure," George said, explaining his train of thought in a way he hoped made sense, "but that's too hard to do, so we have to get rid of Dream privately."

"Right, so you want me to put on a show whenever your parents aren't in the same room as you and Dream, otherwise be a stone faced guard?" Sapnap asked, it sounded a lot less fun than just playing it up no matter the circumstance, but, a part of him didn't really want to fuck it up and disappoint George.

"Yes, is that too much to ask?" George asked, his tone was genuine in a way that Sapnap rarely heard, desperation clear, he just wanted his plan to work so his life can go back to normal as soon as possible.

"No, I can ease up, although I expect that you'll especially ham it up if Dream thinks we can't seem him, if he gets nosy you know? I want to spark some drama," Sapnap said, taking one last sip of his wine before placing it down on Georges bedside table, "a kiss or something, that really gets peoples blood boiling."

"Yeah but, to be honest I haven't had much practice kissing, parents are very, very picky and overprotective," George said, he sounded embarrassed even though everyone in the castle already knew his parents were just like that, not his fault that he doesn't get around all too often, nobody in the castle town is bold enough to try and kiss him anyways.

Sapnap took a deep breath before walking over and grabbing his hands, eye contact triggered reflexively. Sapnaps hands heated up nearly too much for it to be bearable for George, but he still waited for Sapnap to speak- he would deal with the heat of the sun to hear Sapnaps voice. He doesn't know where loyalty and devotion blur and switch places, he doesn't care too look into it either, afraid of the answer, he'll keep telling himself he's just loyal.

"We could try practicing if you think that'll help," Sapnap offered, hoping the nervousness didn't seep into his voice too much.

"We don't need too, winging it hasn't failed anyone yet," George said, glancing to the side a little bit, Sapnap brought a hand to his chin, redirecting Georges gaze back up too meet his own.

"Yeah but, practice makes perfect, right?" Sapnap asked, before he could back away and try to take it back because hats way too bold for some guard, George leaned in.

Sapnap tasted like grapes, the aftertaste of the wine, his lips were a little bit cracked and the scar going through them was a discernible texture. It was like a spark, it kind of fired, it kind of happened, but it was too slow to call an inferno of an experience, more like a warm blanket. It was just nice, even if fake and short lived, it was still something George wouldn't mind doing again, only for the plan to succeed of course. But even pulling away that sweetness of grapes lingered on Georges lips and the silence was overwhelming in a good way.

"For someone who claims to not have much practice kissing, you're certainly a lot better then you give yourself credit for," Sapnap said, stepping back, Quackity was walking in from the balcony his face was red and he had fang marks where neck and shoulder met- he couldn't have, could he?

"So you guys are never gonna guess who almost got laid, or cannibalized," Quackity said, his tone was a different pitch than usual, drunk.

"Quackity, did you seduce Dream?" George asked as he walked over to Quackity, helping the harpy keep his balance as he walked him over.

"Nope! Poor boy can't hold his wine for shit, he decided to try and take a bite, or maybe he was trying to fuck me, it was an entire thing though," Quackity explained, "he kind of, got his senses back, his stupid amphitere blood lets him power through it faster- he was offa me in a second once he realized what he was doing."

"How many drinks did he last?" Sapnap asked, sitting down next too Quackity who held up two fingers, "wow, a total loser, how many did you have?" Quackity shrugged his shoulders.

"Quackity, you need to stop doing that," George said, grabbing a quill and ink, jotting down 'tried to cannibalize Quackity' on a piece of paper, writing 'what we know' above it in reference to Dream.

"Twas fun, Karl was handing out piggy back rides," Quackity said, George mumbled a curse under his breath.

"Sour you wanted to leave so soon?" Sapnap asked smugly, George shot him a glare.

"No, where are the others?" George asked, sitting down on the other side of Quackity.

"They got put on dish duty," Quackity said, then there was a knock on the door, George stood up and made his way over, greeted with a face he was growing to hate.

"What brings you to my quarters Dream?" George asked, his tone was sharp as a sword.

"Your parents sent me up here, they said that we'll have to share a room," Dream said, keeping eye contact with George and trying too stay formal despite the urge to start throwing accusation as to why Sapnap was acting so brash.

"You're room is down the hall, first left, third door down," George said, vaguely gesturing with his hands as he did so, he needs to get Dream away before he realizes Quackity is around, sparks will surely fly.

"And you're sure we shouldn't share a room, we only have a month in your castle, shouldn't we use that time to get to know each other?" Dream asked, he clasped his hands together and George looked him up and down, trying to read him to tell if he was serious, he was.

"We can get to know each other sometime later," George said, waving off Dream as he went too close the door, Dream held it open and George turned back to meet Dreams gaze with one that could kill a man, "what?"

"I didn't have a chance too give this to you sooner," Dream said, handing a small bag to George, he snatched it and shut the door on him, sliding down it a little bit.

"Who was it?" Sapnap asked, George groaned and walked over as he spoke.

"Dream, gave me a gift," George said, dropping down beside Quackity who had wings spread awkwardly as he rubbed his bite wound, George gently nudged estranged wings back into a more comfortable position.

"Open it up," Sapnap said, curiosity intense as George pulled out a small crystal, he didn't recognize what exactly it was, but it glimmered a seemingly impossible amount.

"A crystal," George said blankly as he held it up and turned it around in his grip, the blue light reflecting off of it was mesmerizing, it was small enough too fit on a ring, "a really nice one at that."

"Yeah, looks like he really cares, his heart is going to be shattered when our plan succeeds," Sapnap said, Quackity nodded at the statement almost solemnly.

"Absolutely, I'll make sure to drop by the training grounds when I give him that tour tomorrow," George said placing the crystal back in its small bag, "I'll be yearning for you on the sidelines."

"You better be," Sapnap said, smirking a little bit as he did so, "I'll make sure to put on a show just for you."

"You should just put on a show for yourself," George countered with, Quackity still caught between them, he fell back onto the various cushions.

"It's not as much fun when no ones there to watch me strut my stuff George," Sapnap explained, shrugging his shoulders, he threw a couple colored sparks back and forth between his hands.

"You really like impressing the ladies don't you?" George asked, nodding to himself, the answer he got wasn't one he expected.

"Who said I was trying to only impress the ladies?" Sapnap asked, Georges face started too burn up at the implications, it had the fiery warrior smirking.

"Save quips like that for when Dreams around," George said, groaning into his hands as he did so, how could one guy leave him so ruined? Especially with a fake act, he didn't understand how an act could leave him so affected.

"I'll add to the book of smart remarks for later," Sapnap said, faking writing something down as though he was holding pen and paper, George smiled at that.

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