Made on: 7th of April 2021
Published: 5th of May 2021
Anyone ask for Knight!Dream and Prince!George AU? 🙂
This contains age regression 🌸
Dream frowned as he watched his usual bubbly boyfriend be consumed by his amount of work. He knew that soon being the next king was stressful, but everyone had their limits.
He couldn't even get his nightly cuddles because George would be neglecting his own sleep so he could read and sometimes respond to some letters sent from other kingdoms.
George, on the other hand, was terribly overwhelmed. His little side hadn't been out in weeks, and he was beginning to get antsy.
His gear was sitting in the corner of his wardrobe, practically mocking him since he couldn't use it, too many responsibilities.
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It was nighttime when Dream decided to visit George, it was beneficial because in the morning. There was always peering eyes, and noses in their business.
If he went to visit George earlier, there would surely be a maid, watching intently, waiting for the meeting to be over and would snitch to the king if it went on for too long.
Bitches, all of them
And that was the last thing that Dream wanted, if George was to slip after a week of hard work, he needed for it to be more than a measly twenty minutes.
Dream carefully knocked on the prince's door and smiled when he heard a faint 'come in!'.
His smile was quickly wiped off when he saw that George was hiding his face in a small hiding place he created with his arms.
"Sugar, what's wrong?"
Dream asked, pulling a wooden stool for him to sit on. His frown growing immensely when he got a sad whine in return.
Dream tried to pull George's head up but he only got a swat on the arm from George's free hand and a disgruntled whine.
"Come on baby, head up for me?"
Dream began to sweet-talk George, knowing at best, George would slip.
George felt his head be glazed over with something that felt ethereal. He wanted to give into it, but he couldn't, he still had so many responsibilities.
"I can't. . ."
"Why cub? What's wrong, can you tell daddy?"
Dream stood up behind George and his calloused hands met the soft skin of George's forearms.
George had now fully slipped into littlespace, his muffled sniffles were now slightly louder.
" 'M not feeling pretty right now,"
George mumbled, hoping that Dream heard so he wouldn't have to repeat himself, his throat hurts too much.
"Aww, it's ok my little prince, show Daddy your face, Daddy could never think you're nothing less of pretty,"
Dream's words elicited a wet chuckle from the little, as he hesitantly lifted his head to see Dream.
George's face was stained with stray dried tear tracks, his bottom lip was constantly wobbling, and his eyes were pooling new tears that would be released.
"My poor baby, it's ok, Daddy's here and Daddy's gonna make it all feel better,"
"You prom-ise?"
"Daddy promises, now come here sweet pea, Daddy needs to get you out of those big clothes,"
Dream carefully took the shaking boy into his arms, hugging him tightly. George was now openly shaking in Dream's arms, making him place a hand on George's spine to try and sooth him.
"Aww my tater tot has been stuck in these big clothes for too long, hm?"
Dream asked, slowly pulling at the slightly too tight shirt on George's frame, he felt George shallowly nod on his shoulder and suddenly eagerly wiggle to finally get the clothes off of him.
Dream placed him on the bed, his feet hanging idly off the bed and went to the closet, pulling out his little clothes.
"Put your arms up for me cub,"
Dream asked, sing song tone in place as he showed off the sweater.
The sweater:
"Aww, my pretty prince!"
Dream cooed, watching as George took his sweater paws and covered his face with it.
George was also wearing some pale pink thigh highs that complimented his fair complexion, and teased Dream with the sight of his thighs spilling out from the top.
"Let me see my pretty prince!"
Dream smiled as he heard the embarrassed whines emerge from George's throat. He cautiously took George's hands off of his face and put them in his lap, taking in the light dust of red on his cheeks.
"No need to be embarrassed sweet pea, it's all okay,"
Dream soothed, tracing a finger up and down George's spine. George's bottom lip began to quiver and his eyes began to feel the familiar glassy tears.
"It's ok cub, let it out it's ok,"
Dream soothed, immediately feeling the cotton shirt he was wearing being soaked.
Dream rearranged them, so George was straddling his lap, while effectively hiding his face.
And if the scene couldn't get anymore depressing, it started to lightly rain. Not enough for it to be called 'rain' but just enough for the day to not be called sunny.
"Look at that, it looks so pretty outside,"
Dream whispered carefully, making sure to pose his question when George was calming down.
"Mhm, 'a like it,"
George pointed to the window that wasn't being covered by the gigantic red velvet curtains.
"What do you like about it cub? Can you tell me?"
Dream asked, rubbing the frail arms of the prince.
"It makes the rainbows that are pretty,"
George said, testing out every syllable. Dream smiled and raked his hands through George's soft locks.
"They are pretty, aren't they?"
"Mhm!"
George's cheery voice was contradicted by the stray tear stains that practically was living on his face.
It was a painful slap to the face about what George was going through
Dream cooed and carefully rubbed off the remnants of the horrid tears, smiling when once again George's pale skin was now untouched by anything.
"Daddy?"
George asked, softly and sweetly. Tapping an unrecognizable tune on Dream's chest.
"Yes buttercup?"
"Will you be here forever?"
Dream's breath hitched at the question, and that seemed to make George's bottom lip wobble again.
Dream collected himself and carefully carded his hand through George's soft locks.
"Of course sweetie, I'm always going to be here,"
"Even when we're ghosties and we roam the halls and scare people?"
George asked, grinning wildly and making faux claws with his hands.
"Of course, we'll be the scariest ghosts of the land!"
Dream raised his pinky and hooked it with George's quickly, to make a promise,
an unbreakable one.
Word Count: 1097
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I LOST TEN POUNDS 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌
I AM SO FREAKING PROUD OF MYSELF.
💎 I just needed to share my achievement 💎