C!Dream x C!George, C!DNF x CHILD!GN!Reader
Warnings: slight angst, comfort, mentions of death, mentions of abuse
*This was requested by someone on my Quotev account*
Dream and George had been best friends for a long time. Somewhere along the way, best friends soon turned out to be lovers instead, however, the two males had no problem with it. They were happy.
Them, along with their other best friend, Sapnap, left home when they were just 15, deciding to venture out and create their own nation. And while they had been successful, there had been some others who decided to cause trouble. Specifically a blond child and a beanie clad dork.
They fought multiple battles, losing some and winning some, yet it all aided in the war in the end. The Lâmanbergians had not been successful with their wishes, seeing as the president had blown the country and himself to bits. The annoying blond boy had been shoved out of the picture a long time ago. Now, all the Dream SMP members needed to do was just relax, and they were free to do whatever they so wished, as long as it was not breaking any rules.
Recently, Dream felt like he had not spent a lot of time with George, since they were mostly all still celebrating their win. He stayed up most of the night trying to figure out what he could do to make his boyfriend still feel like he was loved. He thought back to the older conversations he had with Georgie and remembered that the brown haired boy had mentioned he loved picnics.
âI donât really know what it is, but I love picnics a lot.â George mumbled, tilting his head down to hide the red that had spread across his face. âI think itâs the smell of the different food, and the animals in the distanceâŚmaybe the faint aroma of the plants, specifically the flowers I suppose.â He caught Dreamâs eyes. âItâs stupid.â
It was Dreamâs favorite thing to hear George ramble on about his interests. His voice was nice, and more than often, the blonde man dozed off when listening to the glasses wearing male.
A picnic seems like the best way to go. Dream left his work room and walked down the halls until he came upon the kitchen, where there were still some leftover staff lingering. He moved to the nearest person and made a request for all of Georgeâs favorite foods to be made for tomorrow and ready by the time he returns.
George trekked ahead of the man in the lime green sweater, looking out for a nice spot to set the picnic up. Dream silently trudged along behind his significant other, holding the basket in one hand and a checkered blanket in the other. He hadnât actually realized it had been so long since it was just the two of them. George was practically vibrating out of happiness when he was informed of the picnic. Dream found it cute, not that he would ever admit that out loud.
The man in the lime green hoodie pushed a branch out of his way and in his sight he saw George, who conveniently had a mushroom hat on to shade him from the sun and to prevent any burns (he tended to get sunburned quite easily), standing out in the open.
The grass was bright green and lush, with some patches of dandelions or a different array of flowers planted there naturally. It was in an opening so there were barely any trees, and the ones that were visible were in a far distance. There was a sweet flowery smell and faint buzzing in the distance, most likely from a couple bees pollinating the flowers.
George turned around to face his boyfriend with a grin. âThis is the perfect place. Donât you agree?â
Dream could have said he didnât care, or that the smell gave him a headache, or even that the bees were too annoying and there wasnât any shade to relax under. But he didnât. He was doing this for George and it would be real shitty of Dream if he was impolite about it. âThis place is very pretty. You pick good things.â
âWell I mean I did pick you.â George teased. It wasnât often George flirted, seeing as he wasnât the best at it, but when he didâŚDream could not be happier.
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Are we doing this or not?â
It didnât take long for the couple to finish setting up everything. There was chicken, apples, berries, bread, and pumpkin pie. That was an advantage of living in the castle. The cooks there were simply amazing with their skills. The chicken was juicy and tender. The apples were crisp, with only the best being picked, same goes for the berries. The bread was still warm and it melted in their mouths. And the pumpkin pie could just simply not be described with words as to how delicious it was.
George was laying on his back staring up at the few clouds that slowly drifted by, his glasses around his neck and his head placed on his hat. Occasionally, he would hear Dream munching on a few berries and making a random comment. But other than that it is a relatively calm dayâŚ.or was.
George bolted to an upright position as he heard a scream. It appeared that Dream heard it as well, because he stood up and unsheathed his sword. George felt the urge to deadpan at his lover. It was supposed to be a calm, quiet day. Without any weapons of the sort. But maybe he shouldnât be too surprised. Itâs Dream.
âStay here.â Dream said to him. He started heading away from the male in the blue shirt, moving to where they heard the scream sound from.
âTo hell with that.â George grumbled, stumbling to his feet, and jogging to catch up.
Dream didnât comment as he felt another presence beside him, already knowing who it was. He gripped his netherite sword tighter and slightly nudged the heterochromia male beside back as they pushed deeper into the bushes.
George glanced down and gasped. He grasped Dreamâs arm to prevent him from going further.
âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â Confused, Dream glanced down, pushing his mask up fully.
There was blood on the ground. And it still looked fresh. That wasnât good. It started out a few drops, but as it slowly moved on, they became bigger and bigger, before eventually turning into footprints.
George silently fumbled with his bag that was perched on his shoulder as he fished out a healing potion, in case someone was in need of it. Dream took a deep breath trying to prepare him for anything he might see. Best case scenario it was just a dead animal. But animals donât have footprints.
As soon as the leaves were shoved away, two sets of eyes widened. It was an enderman. Or an enderman hybrid kid. They didnât look that old, four or five at most, yet it seemed like they had seen multiple horrors of the world already. Their skin was a s/c that had splotches of black. Their h/l hair was black and it looked mucky and knotted. They had purple eyes that were filled with tears, and some streaked down their face. It left marks, going through the dirt, soot, and blood caked on. The kid was covered in dirt and bruises, and they were trembling.
They were next to a womanâs body. She looked just as bad, if not worse. Covered in everything her child was, but one thing stood out the most. She had been stabbed. The couple knew what they had to do. George quickly moved to the child and tried calming her down. Dream knelt beside the lady and checked for a pulse. But there was nothing. The child had buried her head in Georgeâs chest, clutching onto him for support. When Dream and Georgeâs eyes met, Dream shook his head.
They couldnât tell what happened right away, but it had obviously been tragic. The mother and kid had been attacked, but it was unclear as to who. Maybe it had been the womanâs husband. Maybe he had gotten too angry and took it out on his family, or maybe he had been abusive for a while and had let things get out of hand. It was going to take some time to actually know.
But at least the child was safe right? That was all that mattered. The kid didnât talk much but the very least they did was respond to a name.
