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George woke up to heavy footsteps and loud crashes. It didn’t unnerve him anymore, used to the destructiveness of living with a werewolf for years and the noise that came with it. Well, maybe he should’ve been more worried as said werewolf hadn’t lived with him for a long time. But George knew Dream, he knew his best friend’s patterns, had learned every secret of his husband. Even through their problems, George still loved him and hoped for his return someday. Which it seemed, had been granted.
George stumbled out of bed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes on his way to the kitchen, where the noise was coming from. Tired eyes narrowed at the sudden light of the torches. He must’ve forgotten to extinguish them because Dream couldn’t have lit them again.
Here George stood, tired and cold, staring at the wolf in his kitchen, who looked like a guilty child being caught past bedtime. The wolf, big with creamy and grey fur and, strikingly human, green eyes, was Dream. George put his hands on his hips.
“What the fuck Dream.” His voice was still raspy and hoarse from disuse, sleeping for months on end will do that to you. George watched as Dream sat down, giving off a whine and a huff. George frowned. “Don’t give me that attitude, you know the rules. Just because you’re the big bad wolf now doesn’t change them. Get out of the kitchen.” George’s eyes narrow as he points to the living room. “And don’t you dare get on the couch.” He added, seeing the mischievous glint in Dream’s eyes.
The wolf huffed, like a petulant child, going off to sulk in a corner of the living room. He had not changed one bit. Then again, Dream wasn’t in full control as a wolf, he acted on instincts mostly, but George wouldn’t be surprised if Dream could understand English in that form as well.
George sighed, looking around the kitchen. There were ripped clothes on the floor, and one look out the window told him all he needed to know. The transformation was involuntary due to the full moon…and happened right in his kitchen. George tidied up the kitchen, grabbing the ruined clothes to throw away later. Once his kitchen was clean again, George moved to the living room, snorting when he sees Dream actually sulking in the corner.
“Alright, stop sulking and come here.” George laughed, sitting on the floor and waiting for Dream to come over. The wolf huffed. His ears angled as he walked over, showing George he was not done with his tantrum. It was like caring for a child sometimes. “You big baby.” The brunette cooed, hands coming up to scratch behind Dream’s ears, feeling the fur for matts while he was at it. They weren’t too bad. George could probably brush them out later, after sticking the blonde into a bath.
For now, he let Dream enjoy the attention before he would be tricked into a bath and show George how betrayed he felt after. “Feels good, huh?” The older chuckled, watching the wolf as he laid his head in George’s lap, giving happy grumbles and growls. Dream’s tail made soft thumps against the rug, another sign of his comfortability. Too bad George had to ruin it.
“You want a treat?”
Dream was up on his paws in record time, staring at George intently. George had to keep himself from laughing, getting up slowly, just to mess with Dream a bit. He smirked at the sound of a growl, Dream’s version of hurry up. Together, they walked back into the kitchen, Dream sitting by George’s side and waiting patiently. George took out a jar with strips of dried meat, taking one out and handing it to Dream who took it very gently with his muzzle, careful to not nip George. “Look at you, so polite.” George teased, talking to Dream like some people did with their dog. It earned him a snarl.
The challenge now was to get Dream into the bath. Tricking wasn’t as easy anymore, Dream knew the cottage’s layout, knew where the bathroom was, so that was off the table. He was too heavy for George now, the brunette had already struggled years ago when he still had more muscle mass but now, after it sat unused for years, he wasn’t sure he could even get Dream off the ground. So, he needed a new plan. Or he just tells Dream. George settled on the latter.
“Hey Dream, are you itchy?” George asks, watching as Dream pauses his munching to scratch behind his ear. “I’ll take that as a yes, how about a bath?”
Dream paused, looking at George like he’s been personally offended.
It made George smile. “If you let me bathe you, I can brush out the matts and you won’t be itchy anymore, deal?” He offered, sticking out his hand like with a handshake. He watched the wolf consider the options, weighing pros and cons, but ultimately decided on the bath. Dream huffed, sounding like he was pouting, as he gave George his right front paw. George shook their…hands, he guessed, with a laugh.
So, here they were, in the bathroom as George got the bath ready and Dream looking like his favourite chew toy was thrown out. It was honestly cute, the way his ears drooped and his eyes were the perfect description of puppy dog eyes.
“C’mon puppy, I’ll give you another treat after, okay?” George sighed, hand on his hip with a soft smile. That seemed to cheer him up a bit, George could see his tail perk.
The bath was mostly uneventful, except for Dream making it his mission to soak George as revenge. George groaned at the wet clothes, especially his socks. The worst part, he couldn’t change until Dream was dry himself because he’d smell like wet dog if George let him air dry. “You are a menace.” George glared, cupping Dream’s face who was the picture of innocence. He couldn’t help but kiss Dream’s snout. Damn him for being so cute.
George pulled out a happy hoodie, something a wandering trader had advised him to after the brunette had told him of his “dog” struggles.
Dream liked it, it helped his sensitive ears, and he had said once that it was just comfy.
While George tried to dry him, Dream was even more of a menace, trying to soak George even further. “Dream! Stop it! Bad wolf!” He shrieked, trying to shield himself from the water Dream was shaking off. “Do that again and you’re not getting that treat.” George threatened. It always worked. After Dream was finally dry and brushed out, George went to change his clothes. He pulled on some sweatpants and one of Dream’s old shirts. Once George joined Dream in the kitchen again, the wolf immediately pressed his nose against the shirt, sniffing and whining, before he nudged his head against George. The older man didn’t really get it, but he thought it might have to do with scenting. Dream used to be all over him the couple days before a full moon, always rubbing his neck against George’s and insistent that he wear Dream’s clothes.
It was forgotten as soon as George pulled the dried meat out.
The rest of the night was spent cuddling in bed, Dream’s head resting on George’s tummy. The next morning, George woke up to a loud thud and a groan, opening his eyes to a vacant bedside and the sheets pulled down with Dream. George couldn’t help his laughter.
Dream only ever stayed for those three days, the day before full moon, day of and day after. After that, he was off again. It was just too dangerous to spend it anywhere else, Dream would be too vulnerable. George didn’t mind it, he was grateful, even. He wasn’t sure he’d see his husband again anytime soon otherwise.
Dream was always clingy the day after. He acted like he’d die if he wasn’t plastered to George at all times. The brunette found it cute for the most part…
Except when he needed to piss, and Dream sat outside the door like a lost puppy. So, George used that last day to soak up all of Dream’s affections and attention before being deprived of it for another month.
It was two weeks after George’s birthday now. George had woken to a thud which was quickly explained as Dream falling off the bed. While the older of the two was laughing his ass off, Dream sat up with a pout, glaring at George and rubbing the back of his head. “Shut up…” Dream grumbled, standing up and getting back into bed almost immediately, like a string tugging him ever closer to George.
“Stop laughing!” Dream whined, pulling George close to him and putting on his best puppy dog eyes. He didn’t have to try, really. George melted every time.
“Sorry.” George giggled, reaching up to pet Dream’s hair, nails scraping against the scalp. The reaction was instant, Dream melting into a puddle at the touch. A soft growl left his throat, remnants of Dream’s wolfish nature. They stayed in bed for another while, enjoying each other’s company until George had to piss and where the brunette went, Dream followed. For now.
Dream made breakfast because they both knew George was shit at it. However, it was with the condition George stayed hugged against his chest. How Dream managed to cook a good meal like this? George didn’t know. Maybe witchcraft…
“Georgeee…” Dream whined as the brunette tried to wiggle himself out of their entangled state. “I need to piss, let go!” George laughed, prying Dream’s arms from his waist. Dream relented with a huff, pouting as he sat on the couch. George could just imagine his ears and tail drooped.
The next month, Dream seemed weirdly interested in George’s belly. In the haze of full moon, Dream would rub his face against it and choose it as his preferred napping spot over George’s neck, where he usually was. As a wolf, he’d constantly nudge it with his snout, lick the skin and rest his head either on it or next to it.
The month after that too. All while George was battling nausea and strange fatigue. Despite George’s diet being reduced to tea and crackers, he still got bloated…
He shrugged it off as normal sickness that would go away soon… until it didn’t.
Dream was imprisoned, George was throwing up more than he even kept down, and his chest ached like hell. That wasn’t even mentioning the swell in his belly and the weight he’d gained despite throwing up more than what was in his stomach.
So, he went to Puffy. They’d always gotten along, Puffy being his mother-in-law and all. Now, it was a little more somber though. He knew Puffy was disappointed with Dream, more than that actually. Even so, she was the server’s doctor, now that Ponk was… He didn’t know actually.
George sat on the bed in Puffy’s home, watching her rummage through her medical equipment. “What are the symptoms you’re having?” She asked, glancing at him briefly.
“I’m nauseous almost all the time, vomiting and all… I’m always exhausted and even though I throw everything up, I’m, like, always bloated… And my chest is, like, tender.” George blushed at the last sentence. He watched Puffy pause before she pulled out an empty potion bottle. George had a feeling he knew.
“George… You’re pregnant.” She said, sympathy and maybe even pity in her eyes. She knew and he knew. George didn’t say anything at first, shock covering his features. “How far?”
“Around 13 weeks, I’d say. I would give you the option to terminate but…you know how risky that can be.” George shook his head. “I’ll find another way.” He looked at Puffy, eyes pleading. No one could know. Not about this, not about them. “Please, don’t tell anyone… They don’t deserve this…”
Puffy frowned, nodding her head. She understood the plea, she knew what people were willing to do.
Even though she wasn’t happy with her son’s actions, she wouldn’t let his child be affected by them. They had no fault in this, this wasn’t their choice. She would do better, protect them however she could.
“I won’t. I’ll give you a book with instructions on everything. If you decide to not keep them, give them to Phil. You know he won’t turn them away.” Puffy said, her back turned to George once again as she searched for the book. Once she had it, she handed it to him, a hand on his shoulder and a pained look in her eyes. “Take care and be safe, I’ll do what I can to keep you a secret.” Puffy’s voice was soft and understanding. George could see the regrets in her eyes. She wanted to make up for her mistakes with Dream.
George left shortly after, back to his home in Kinoko Kingdom. He packed a bag of everything he’d need before leaving, returning to his old home with Dream, a safe house of sorts. No one knew about it, that was its purpose, a place where they were hidden from the world.
For the next six or so months, George’s only companions would be DreamXD and the child growing in his womb. It was jarring to see his belly grow, stick out against his thin frame. The little of weight he gained wasn’t enough to cover his ribs and most went towards the baby. He used to think he’d love this.
He would love this if he was younger. Back when he’d watched his body change with pride… Now he could only wrinkle his nose at the wideness of his hips and the softness of his chest, at the femininity taking hold of his body. He wondered if others would mistake him for a woman. Back then, he wouldn’t have minded as much, would’ve corrected them and let it be. Now his skin crawled at the thought of it.
Still, even if he wasn’t ready to be a “mother” now, it felt better than “dad”. That would be Dream.
Dream was supposed to be “dad” to this kid. Now it would have neither. Not a mum, not a dad. He wondered if they’d think of Phil as dad instead.
“Would you like to know the sex?” XD asked, standing outside with George, in the little backyard of the cottage. George was sat on a chair, hands resting on his large middle. Around 29 weeks now. Only 12 to go. The baby was finally strong enough to kick, often keeping George awake at night with constant kicks to the ribs or bladder.
“No…I can’t get attached.” George mumbled, feeling the writhing and kicking under his hands, his eyes closed, and face tilted to the sun. In another life, he’d be filled with happiness and contentment right now, with Dream behind him, maybe sitting in the grass in front of him and speaking to the baby.
There was only a hum now, dark and rattling in his skull, reminding him of XD’s power, his godhood.
“Can you tell?” George asked instead. Another hum. “I can. I can connect with the life in you, see their future.” XD’s voice was soft as a summer breeze, chiming with the birds in the trees.
“This was your wish before, why give them away now?” He asked, curious about his human’s behaviour. George tensed for a moment, then sighed. “Back then, it was different. I wasn’t alone and we were ready to care for a kid, give them a stable life and home. I can’t give them that anymore.” He said softly, heart aching in his chest.
“What about you? Have you ever thought of kids? Can you gods even have them?” George tilted his head back more, opening his eyes under the shade of XD’s hunched form. The god was silent for a moment, like he was deep in thought.
“Of course we can.” He said, “We create children like you humans, but we age faster. We are only babies for days, children for a few months before we are full grown. Time is useless to us.” XD answered. He did answer George’s second question. Once upon a time, when XD wasn’t alone, he’d thought of it. He’d been asked for one, begged, even. He never gave it. Now, it was too late.
George didn’t push it, not wanting to potentially anger the god.
They sat in silence until the little demon kicked George’s bladder a little too hard.
Labor was a gruesome thing. George hated it all, from the first contraction at practically midnight to the birth itself almost a full day later. The baby sure took their time. Luckily, he had XD to help him, some strength potion and the pain wasn’t half as bad.
He hadn’t expected his daughter to not be a baby but rather a wolf pup… So, she’d taken after her father. XD had told him it was a full moon. On the night of August 22nd, his and Dream’s daughter Willow had been born.
Feeding her had been more difficult than he’d thought it would be, solely because he hadn’t expected a wolf pup, he was still not over that, but they managed. Three days, he waited, resting and getting better, speeding it up with a couple health potions.
Once those three days were over, he finally made the trek to Phil’s house. He had bundled Willow up, thankful to learn that the full moon transformation worked exactly like Dream’s, and she’d turned into a regular baby by the next night and carried her in a sling close to him. He had her under his own coat as well, safe and warm and close to his chest.
He knelt in the trees, preparing a basket with fluffy blankets to hopefully keep his baby warm until Phil got her. Carefully, George took Willow from the sling, doing his best to not disturb her slumber. When she did fuss, he was quick to shush her, his voice gentle and quiet.
“Shh, it’s okay, Mama’s still here… Don’t worry, flower, go back to sleep…” He cooed, soothing gentle fingers over her little cheeks and pressing soft kisses to her head as he wrapped her in the blankets. She calmed down quickly, making quiet noise as the baby fell asleep again.
George picked the basket up, rocking it gently as he made his way to the door. He placed her down quietly in front of it. George knocked loudly, running as soon as he’d finished. He stopped in the trees, watching until the door opened. The loud noises had woken Willow and George wondered if maybe she knew he had left. His heart ached regardless, wanting nothing more than to scoop her back up and comfort her, bring her home…
This was for the best. She’d be safe here. George wasn’t capable of caring for a child anymore.
The door opened, George saw Phil, heard his voice trying to calm the little girl, heard it getting fainter before the door fell closed again. His heart broke and he couldn’t keep those few tears from falling. George made his way back home.
When Technoblade got back, he did not expect Phil to have another child, nevertheless a baby. The kid looked like they weren’t even a month old yet, not that Techno knew this kind of stuff.
“What is that?” The first words falling from his mouth, staring at the baby in Phil’s arms like he’d never seen one in his life. He had, he’d seen Phil’s son when he was still a baby, even Tubbo. But it had been a long time since then. “A baby, Techno.” Phil laughed, smiling at the little one. “She was left outside a few weeks ago, with a letter. I didn’t recognise the handwriting… It only stated her basic information and a plea to take her and keep her safe.” He shrugged, looking back up at his friend.
“So, you just took her?”
“Yes.”
“Do you even know what she is?”
“The letter said she was a werewolf.”
Techno stopped, blinking for a moment, studying the baby. She seemed oddly familiar, though he was sure he’d never seen her. He couldn’t have if she wasn’t even a month old. “A werewolf?” He asked again, just to be sure he’d heard right. Phil nodded; it didn’t seem like he had noticed the same thing Techno had.
There was only one other werewolf they knew of on this server… That werewolf was Dream. So, either this baby was from further than they had thought…or it was Dream’s baby. Which couldn’t be because he was still in prison and Techno did not remember him being pregnant and giving birth nor any other form one would acquire a biological baby.
Now, Techno wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t a bad roommate, no matter how much Dream would beg to differ. He had listened to Dream’s whining as a wolf and seen what he’d written in those books. He also just knew Dream…and he’d seen the ring he kept on a string on his neck.
Dream was married and you really had to be blind if you didn’t know who his spouse was. It was George, of course. Which lead Techno to believe that maybe, just maybe, this was Dream and George’s kid. It seemed plausible. Techno didn’t know much about George, having met him briefly over the years, but he could recognise bits of his features in Willow. Yes, he’d finally learned the name…No, he was not currently holding her, how’d you get that idea.
The nursery wasn’t the prettiest, recycled over and over for other residents over the years, but it got the job done. The furniture was old and worn, well loved, he guessed. The walls had crayon drawings and lines were etched into the doorframe, documenting the heights of the rooms previous inhabitants. Willow’s would join them too, he had no doubt.
Okay, maybe he was holding Willow while sitting in the rocking chair beside her crib. She didn’t sleep in it yet, she probably wouldn’t for another two months. Willow had been making a fuss and while Techno knew Phil had enough practice and could easily take over, he didn’t want Phil to do it all alone. He was getting old, after all.
So, he’d taken her. Willow had stopped fussing a while ago, but Techno was thinking about the future. Mainly when Dream would come. He would need a place to recover, and Techno had offered him to come here. He hadn’t known about the baby yet and if George hadn’t kept her, he was sure there was a reason.
He could imagine why. Being the daughter of someone everyone was after, either wanting him dead or locked up, it wasn’t safe. People could hear and think Dream knew, that Dream was attached, use her against him. That couldn’t happen, she didn’t deserve that. Techno understood George’s efforts.
He found it just a little strange, but he guessed George hadn’t had more of a choice, his own father and brother couldn’t be trusted and there was no telling how Puffy had reacted. Maybe she had tried to help by giving him advice. Techno didn’t know and likely would never. The big question now was, how would Dream react? Would he know?
Techno thought he might, werewolves probably had a similar scent or something if they were related. Maybe he wouldn’t know but his wolf self most likely would. Maybe Dream wouldn’t care, or he’d actually get attached.
There was no telling but maybe having Dream around would help them during full moons. They had already learned she still turned every full moon.
Willow was three months old by the time Dream got out. He, too, was confused when finding the little werewolf. “You have a baby?” He questioned, eyeing Techno and the infant strapped to his chest. “Phil found her so technically she’s his.” He replied, shrugging.
Dream just nodded slowly. He looked worse than Techno had seen him last, orange jumpsuit torn and stained with blood and dirt. He was trembling, from the cold or trauma, Techno didn’t know, it did make him frown. “Come on, you smell, and I don’ want Willow to get traumatised just by seeing you.” Techno said, ushering Dream towards the bathroom. He wasn’t actually worried about Willow, as she was sleeping currently and would probably find Dream funny if anything.
Dream adamantly refused to hold Willow or even just be left alone with her, claiming he couldn’t waste his time on a baby and getting attached… But Techno had caught him more than once at night, asleep on the rocking chair in the nursery, Willow securely held in his arms as she slept on his chest. The infant fucking loved Dream, always wanting to spend time with him and have him hold her and sometimes even refusing to eat unless it was Dream giving her the bottle.
The older blonde was definitely getting attached, if he wasn’t already. He had also noticed the similarities between him and Willow…and he’d seen parts of George in her as well… On full moons, Dream would not let Willow out of his sight, curled around her on a bunch of blankets in the nursery, only letting her out of sight to be fed by either Phil or Techno.
Willow grew quickly and soon, she was six months old, half a year. She had Dream’s eyes, slowly starting to take on a hazel colour and his blonde curls. But she had George’s features too, the nose and mouth. Dream couldn’t ignore it, the similarities too obvious. His wolf had definitely already noticed, could’ve known by scent alone.
“You look so much like me…” Dream mumbled, lying in his room with Willow in his arms. They’d been practicing sitting earlier but it was supposed to be Willow’s nap time now. “Could you be mine…? I hope you aren’t. It would be safer for you…”
“No one can find out about you, you’re too precious… You mean too much to me… And if you are George’s, it’s probably why he didn’t keep you… You’d know him as mom, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, watching as Willows eyes drooped, finally falling closed.