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I tried doing this once before in another fandom... let's say it didn't go very well. I wanna try it again, so please comment your requests!

Fluff, angst, drama, (no smut, i can't do smut oof) mpreg related please. I'll also do labor and birth scenarios, yessir. Actually that's what I'm most likely to write

I'm not an expert on the smp lore, I'm actually reaally behind, i know virtually nothing about the story; so sorry about that, I'll still try my best (you may have to give me some context, because I'd be really lost otherwise)

IMPORTANT: Please, please, if you're gonna make a request, make it as detailed as you can. I'm... not exactly the best writer, and i get blocked very easily, i actually kinda have a hard time writing sometimes, especially because this is not my native language, but when I can finish something i feel really happy. (I'm getting distracted...)

Basically, what i wanna say is, please send me your requests as detailed as possible, it makes it easier for me to write something based on a really specific prompt, rather than a vague and short one (i could try, but i think it'd be harder and less probable). An explicit and detailed request helps us both, me and you, dear reader, so please consider requesting like that, thank you!

The characters I'm more likely to write: Dream, George, Bad, Sapnap, Quackity, Schlatt, Tommy, Techno maybe?

I mostly write real life AUs, that's like, my default, but i can do Minecraft settled also

I'll do trans men pregnancy, omegaverse, "natural" mpreg (basically a world where everyone can get pregnant, male or female, or where there's only males), "unnatural" mpreg (the pregnancy is a unique/special case)

I'm a slow writer, so please have patience and sorry for the inconveniences u.u i swear I'll try my best

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Lol this was cringe

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Dream ran his hands through his hair. Okay breathe, it's not that bad. You are just pregnant of one of your best friends. And you have no idea of which one.

He groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands and feeling his mind go blank. Oh fuck, what the hell was he going to do now? Uncovering one of his eyes to catch a glimpse of the thing on the sink, Dream reached out to take it, feeling his arm shake as the pair of pink lines seemed to flash toward him. Two lines = pregnancy.

Okay yeah, those things could fail. Two weak lines were not a confirmation, that thing could give you a doubtful result if the ink was faint or difficult to determine. But those two lines were so loud that they almost screamed at him. It was like they were taunting him.

Dream threw the stick in the trash. He didn't want to see or touch it anymore. He got up and left the room.

He needed a real confirmation.

Confirmed it was. The yellowed paper, full of irrelevant words and personal information, laid on the dining room table in his house. A line between all that jumble of letters protruded from the paper.

Result: Positive.

Dream ran his hands through his hair again. It wasn't exactly the pregnancy what tormented him. It was remembering how it had happened. The reunion with his friends that ended in such an animated way, more than any of the three could have imagined, and now, two months later, alone in his house and with his mind in knots, Dream wondered what he was going to do.

The option to terminate the pregnancy was there, but he didn't really consider it. He didn't want to do it. Yes, it was a situation that he hadn't wanted in the first place, but it was nothing more than the consequence of their actions, none of them had cared about protection that night. Dream frowned at the memory of that detail. Well, shit. ¹

He was going to do this. He knew he could do it. And he wasn't going to tell the boys, he didn't want them to know. What the fuck was he going to do then? He had no idea, but he knew he could come up with something. After all he was a master at improvising.

Truth be told, hiding a pregnancy from an audience as large as his, plus his two best friends was fairly tricky. Yes, the fact that he didn't have to show his face or any other part of himself was a big aid. If he ever had to worry that, doing a bad move in front of a camera, or have a reflection that would give him away, Dream felt that he would be doomed by now.

He had stopped uploading photos as much as possible (although he didn't really post a lot of photos to begin with), for fear that either of those two things would happen and even his friends began to forget what he looked like, due to his reservation when doing FaceTime calls with his camera on since he noticed his belly starting to grow. He didn't want to risk them catching on anything weird.

"Have you forgotten that we already saw your face, Dream? Turn that stupid camera on already!" Sapnap said one day during a group call, where both he and George had their own cameras on and looked strangely at Dream's avatar in his side of the screen, noting how mysterious his behavior had been for a few months.

The blond exclaimed an "ehhh", stroking his cat on his lap and gently poking at his abdomen. He had managed to make it to four and a half months without anyone but his close family knowing. Only four and a half more ahead, he could do it.

His friends insisted a little more for him to activate his camera, making a couple of sarcastic and teasing comments, stopping when the other's voice began to sound more tired and somewhat sheepish. So they decided to drop the subject, thinking that they could bring it up again later, in a less acidic way. They were concerned that something serious could be happening to their friend.

"There we are."

Dream narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side and trying to identify something among the mixture of gray spots and smudges the woman was pointing at. Slowly and gradually the image began to look like something, the small silhouette of a body appearing very clearly on the screen.

"Oh yeah, look at that!"

The doctor began to move the image to try to find out the sex of the baby. Seeing that they were cross-legged she knew it wouldn't be possible to know unless the creature moved. She reported this to her patient.

He nodded verbally, looking at the image of his baby on the screen. There was something he wanted to ask, but he felt a certain self-consciousness and shame just thinking about it.

Fuck it, if he couldn't ask a doctor he couldn't ask anybody. She wouldn't judge him. At least that's what Dream expected.

"Is there any way to... determine who the father is?"

The doctor was unfazed by the question, barely pressing a few buttons on her keyboard as she answered him.

"Yes, indeed there is, before or after they are born. But I can't perform them, if that is what you're wondering."

After that she proceeded to explain the testing procedures, setting the ultrasound equipment aside, and offering the young man a napkin to wipe the gel off his skin.

Dream left the clinic, very meditative and hoping that the next appointment could reveal him whether it was a boy or a girl he was expecting.

At seven months Dream felt that everything he needed was ready, and he only had to wait for his baby's arrival. A girl with a light blue room waiting for her at his parents' house, where he had decided to spend the first months of his daughter's life. Yes, he felt capable and willing to go through the pregnancy on his own, but caring for a newborn and a cat as well as himself after giving birth was something he didn't see as possible or desirable. Anyways, his mother was ecstatic at the idea of her first grandchild, who was also a girl. Even if he had wanted to start his parenthood alone his parents wouldn't had allowed him to.

The sound of an incoming call startled him slightly, getting up from the sofa and walking towards his set up, accepting Sapnap's call. The younger greeted him warmly, beginning to talk about anything and sounding somewhat pensive.

After a few minutes of casual conversation, Sapnap addressed Dream in a soft voice. "Dream, I can't help but think how you haven't let us see your face anymore for like a year now. Is everything okay?"

The older of the two leaned back in his chair, biting his lip and intently watching the call on his monitor. He could assume that the boys would be at least worried or surprised by this sudden change, but he didn't know what excuse to say.

"Dream, if this is a matter of... your appearance, if you feel insecure about how you look, I want you to hear this: you are a very handsome man, one of the most attractive I've ever seen in my entire life. If you ever feel that's not true, please remember that, although you don't need to compensate for anything, your personality is what has made so many people fall in love with you and for a good reason. You are a wonderful and very good-looking person, and nobody, let alone we are ever going to judge you for your appearance."

Dream covered his mouth with his hand, trying to keep a betraying sob from escaping his lips. His eyes were filled with tears, deeply touched and feeling his chest warm with affection and appreciation, moved by the words of his friend. He wasn't the only one moved.

From inside his abdomen he felt his daughter stir, kicking a little before she was still again.

Dream hadn't really wanted to think about it much, but the pregnancy had awakened a small and sporadic feeling of discomfort in his mind, seeing the changes in his body, so alien and contradictory to him. His chest hadn't stopped growing since almost the beginning, and all over his body curves seemed to appear where they didn't even exist before (and talk about stretch marks). His voice sounded slightly higher, too, having to give up the hormones that kept it rather low for the well-being of his daughter. Luckily his natural voice was relatively, slightly deep.

The image of a more effeminate figure made him sigh at times, but he soon would forget about that when his little girl demanded his attention from within.

Now that Sapnap had mentioned it, the dam broke. Overwhelmed by his sweet words, Dream allowed himself to sob in his chair. His hormones were crazed, for least he'd cried before.

"Nick..." he paused, trying to lessen his cracking voice. "Thanks... thank you."

Shit, those definitely were contractions. Dream looked at the date on his phone, marked as "baby Adrianna." He had already been told and he had read from various sites that first-time babies weren't usually born on their due date. Well, apparently Adrianna was against that. A new spasm made him breathe heavily, inhaling slowly and going to take the bag of things for the baby and his keys, preparing to go on his way to the hospital. He picked up a hoodie, the first one he found, and after putting it on he noticed that it was a product of his own merchandise.

He hesitated a bit at the thought of driving if he was really in labor, but seeing as the contractions weren't that terrible, he didn't feel like they were going to be a real hindrance either. It wouldn't be worse than driving with a stomach ache, at least that's what he wanted to believe. But with how sporadic and relatively mild they were being, they would hardly be a problem when driving.

He arrived at the place, taking the bag and hanging it over his shoulder, heading to look for the maternity ward or whatever he should be looking for to finally be able to carry Adrianna in his arms.

Leaving the hospital empty-handed and with a baby still in his body had been very demoralizing. After a quick check-up determined that his daughter still had quite a few hours to go before being born, the doctor had indicated that it was best to return home and wait to return when the contractions were about five or so apart, or when his water had broken. Until then there wasn't much they could do, other than wait.

So that's what he did. Wait. Stay at his house, and wander through all the rooms while the contractions came and went, with shorter intervals each time. Watching television, eating a snack from time to time and simply waiting.

He still had about twenty minutes or so between contractions when the muffled sound of his phone caught his attention. He proceeded to fish it from inside the baby's bag, where he had put it and forgotten about it hours ago. On the lock screen it was showing that he had just missed a call from George. He thought about calling him back, when he noticed that after that call there were like fifty more missed calls, and about fifty more from Sapnap. He could even see that Bad had tried calling him a few times as well.

Worried and surprised by the number of times they had both called him Dream, he unlocked his cell phone, finding that all his messaging applications were saturated with messages, especially from the duo of his best friends.

He entered WhatsApp, pressing the chat at the top of his screen. George.

"Dream please call back"

"Dream"

"Dream"

"Dream"

"Dream"

"Clay"

"Please we are very concerned"

"Clay please"

"I need to know that you are okay"

"Dream"

Even more confused by the messages, Dream dragged his finger across the screen, scrolling up to read the oldest messages. Among a ton of similar messages, saying his name, begging him to reply or answer his phone, Dream managed to see the word Twitter. Oh god, what had happened now?

Feeling a sudden dread at the uncertainty, Dream opened the app on his phone, being greeted by... his own face everywhere. He felt the world falling around him as he saw hundreds and hundreds, if not thousands of tweets sharing the same photo of himself from at least six different angles and a video of just a few seconds long taken from the front to the side, when he was on the hospital reception giving his name, his voice very clear as well as his face, with the baby bag over his shoulder and his swollen chest and round belly clearly visible in front of him, under the smiley face of his sweatshirt.

A choked gasp escaped his mouth, almost losing the strength in his legs and shifting to lean back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor to avoid falling to the ground and potentially hurting his little girl. Dream began to breathe in violent gasps, he felt the air leaving his lungs. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Not only had everyone seen his face now, they all knew that he was a trans man and that he was also having a baby. It had been useless keeping the secret for all those months if it was all going to end like this. They now knew even more than before. The worst way his face reveal could've happened, Dream felt like he was going to faint.

All his friends should have seen it by now, it had been about six or seven hours since he had passed by the hospital. Sapnap and George had already seen it. They already knew.

A knock on the front door made him jump with a start, a shriek escaping from his mouth and terrified he turned his gaze towards the door. He barely had time to process what that meant when the familiar voice called to him from the other side.

"Dream! Dream, are you there? Are you okay? Please let me in!" Sapnap screamed in desperately, banging on the door a few more times.

The boy stared at the door intently for a few seconds, before unsuccessfully trying to get up, feeling completely drained of his strength and practically crawling to the entrance, turning the knob and immediately feeling his friend's arms wrap around him.

"N-Nick I..."

The younger one shushed him softly, entering the house and closing the door behind him. "It's okay, just breathe. George is on his way too."

Dream felt his thumbs run down his cheeks, wiping away the tears she hadn't even noticed running down his face. The youngest stayed with him on the ground for a few minutes, until a contraction reminded him that he was in the middle of something before receiving the horrible news that his privacy had been violated like that. He inhaled deeply, pulling away from Sapnap to caress his contracted belly. The younger looked at him worriedly, unable to be casual with his gaze fixed on his swollen abdomen.

Dream noticed it, seeing his fascinated expression and smiling slightly, waiting for the contraction to end and taking the boy's right hand, placing it on the baby. "Nick, I want you to meet Adrianna."

The boy blinked, slowly moving his hand over his belly. "... Hi, Adrianna."

He squeaked when he felt the baby move beneath his palm.

Sapnap then helped him to his feet, simply accompanying him and trying to avoid asking questions. He hadn't come to interrogate him, and he didn't want to remind him of the situation that was taking place on the internet right now, he felt sick just remembering it and couldn't even imagine how Dream would be feeling.

The taller one paced heavily through the rooms just as he was doing before. Sapnap sat on a chair after texting to George to let him know he had already arrived at the house and was with him, looking at Dream with a worried expression, noticing how from time to time he interrupted his walk, with an expression of pain.

Once again the door shook with a couple of knocks, and the youngest jumped up, hurrying to the entrance of the house. When he returned, Dream saw George enter after him.

"Dream! How are you?"

The blond huffed, aching after a contraction. "As good as I can be while being in labor."

The older's eyes widened upon hearing that, immediately turning to look at the youngest of the three. "Why didn't you tell me he was in labour?!"

"I-I didn't even know it! Do you think if I knew I wouldn't have told you?"

"How the fuck did you not know, is-"

"Guys." Dream exclaimed. "Please don't."

They both looked at him and nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed and just proceeding to sit down. Having the tense pair together and without them starting to bicker about anything was going to be complicated.

"Why aren't you in the hospital if you're on labour? Do you want to have your baby here?" George asked softly, wincing when he saw Dream do the same, whimpering and doubling over in pain.

"They told me to come back when my water broke or the contractions were every five minutes. Until then I have to wait and then I can come back."

The other two gave each other a quick look.

"Dream... I don't know how to tell you this. Um, don't freak out, okay?"

"George, you are doing a terrible job to avoid that."

The brunet bit his lip, looking at his friend in search of what to say. The youngest just spat it out.

"People on the internet know what hospital you went to, they shared it on Twitter. I passed by before I came here. There were a lot of people outside it, some even threw themselves on me... I was scared they were going to follow me, but luckily it seems no one did. I can imagine a few will still be hanging around there."

Dream looked at them in horror at the news. Feeling his anxiety growing again at the idea of people waiting outside a damn hospital to jump on him when he went to have his baby (that must be illegal, right?) And then remembering the situation of his face being all over the internet.

The other two noticed his distress and approached him, muttering words of support to try to reassure him. George put a hand behind his back, pulling it away immediately upon hearing him gasp sharply, fearing he had hurt him and looking at his face to apologize. The expression of the tallest was one of shock, separating his legs and looking between them at the stain of wetness that spread throughout the length of his pants, down to his feet and beginning to create a small puddle on the ground.

"Oh shit, she's coming."

"Well, um, uhh. What- what are we going to do? Do you want to go to another hospital?"

"I don't want to risk going outside. I don't want to have more people taking any more damn photos of me."

The two nodded in agreement and understanding, but they still didn't know what was going to happen now.

"Are you going to have her here then?"

Dream nodded nervously, grimacing at how unpleasant and uncomfortable he felt with the liquid soaking his pants. "Please someone pass me my phone."

Half an hour later, the group was in the room of the tallest, the midwife that Dream had called and practically begged to help him was between his legs, checking his progress.

"Oh fuck, mmm." The blond groaned, closing his eyes tightly and flinching from the pain.

"Alright Clay, you're ready to start pushing. On the next contraction I want you to that, and you'll see that little girl is going to be here before you even know it."

He did as he was told, holding his legs and pushing until the pain subsided. The woman congratulated him, looking up at the onlookers in the room. "You two, I have a task for you. Help him hold his legs, please. Be careful not to force anything and just be a support, be mindful of his hips."

The duo approached the bed, looking somewhat hesitant but unable to say no. George to his right and Sapnap to his left, doing as they were instructed, just in time for a new contraction and feeling the blond tense and push on the midwife's count to ten.

After a few minutes of repeating the scene, and acting according to the midwife's instructions; Sapnap, who had kept his eyes away from the more sensitive and less pleasant parts, felt his curiosity overcome him, hearing Dream's gasps and moans, occasionally accompanied by sharp screams and plenty of swears, deciding to take a quick look to appease his curiosity.

You could say that he regretted that decision very quickly.

"I-is that the head?!" He gasped in scandal, with a horrified expression. To his right George snorted a laugh.

The woman laughed softly, holding the baby's head in her hands. "It is, and please don't pass out, boy."

The younger looked away, shuddering when the blond on the bed gave a high-pitched cry, arching and twisting, rising from the mattress to cling to the two men at his sides, grabbing the shoulder of both and using them as anchors to push.

"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-"

Dream collapsed onto the pillow with a gasp, panting shallowly and falling languidly into the grip still holding his legs. Both men next to him had their gaze fixed on the woman's hands, who was cleaning the creature's face, then using a device to clean her nose and mouth. His daughter's first cry was music to his ears.

The woman then wrapped her loosely in a blanket, laying the little girl on the blond's bare chest where he helped her settle in to nurse. The midwife collected her supplies, announcing that she would be leaving the room to take care of some things, mostly with the intention of giving the group privacy to meet the new addition. The other two looked at the baby in awe, George gently clearing his throat and finally releasing Dream's right leg, gently laying it on the bed.

"Well, she's so..."

"Weird, she looks like a little alien." Sapnap blurted out, earning a heavy punch to the shoulder from Dream. He also released his leg to cradle his injured arm. "Ow!"

"Shut up, bitch. She's my daughter and she's perfect."

Dream stroked the little head on his chest, seeing that it was covered in a soft layer of light hair, looking brown rather than blonde.

"Well, and also one of you two's daughter. Still that doesn't give you the right to insult her."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Sapnap asked confused, rubbing his arm, sore from the crushing grip and then the blow.

"Yeah, what do you mean one of us?" The older one followed, shifting on the bed to face him.

Dream looked at them oddly. "Huh? Did I forget to tell you? One of you two is her father. Do you remember that night of... well, how could you forget it. None of the idiots here remembered wearing a fucking condom."

He pointed to little Adrianna on his torso. "Here is the result."

They both thought for a moment, looking as if they had just become aware of something extremely obvious.

"Well, I thought you..."

"That I had slept with someone else? Oh please. I'm not easy like you, pair of freaks."

"Hey!"

"Oh shut up, you idiot." George laughed, contrasting his words with the gesture of gently running his hand through the tousled hair of the tallest, tousling it slightly more.

At that moment no one remembered the horrible disaster that was Twitter and the situation that was still pending.

"Okay, ready guys?"

"Yeah, just read that shit already!"

Dream took the couple of papers folded in half that laid on the dining room in his living room. Sitting in one of the chairs, with the one week-old baby sleeping on his arm, Dream probably felt the same nerves that made Sapnap bounce on his heels and George bite his nails anxiously. In his hands he held the answer to the question of who Adrianna's father was.

He could only think of how the color of those papers reminded him of the results sheet that almost eight months ago had given him the news of his life.

The group hadn't wanted to address yet the situation with the damned photos and video that were still circulating on practically all social networks. The trio had disappeared from the internet during the baby's first week of life, focusing solely on the family atmosphere they had begun to establish in Dream's house (as family-like as it could be with the two immature men constantly arguing about anything and everything), but Dream was already beginning to plan going back to the internet. He didn't know exactly how he was going to approach the situation, but his desire to make videos was still there, so he did that from time to time, leaving them recorded and ready to edit later.

Dream sighed deeply before proceeding to open the documents, quickly scanning the lines on both and raising his eyebrows as he read the results. His wide gaze went to the boys.

"So?!" Sapnap inquired impatiently. Dream just extended his hand and handed them the papers. The youngest took them quickly, unable to read anything when the oldest snatched them from his hands, pushing him to the side and almost digging his nose into the papers to read what they said. "George!"

The oldest's pupils flicked through the letters on both of them, eagerly searching for the information that interested him. His eyes widened as he read the result, separating the documents from his face and allowing the younger one to snatch them back. "Dream ..."

"So?" Sapnap took a few seconds to even find what he was supposed to look for. Looking frantically between the two papers, what stood out the most was a pile of numbers in two columns and the names of both, George's and his, handwritten at the bottom of each page. The only thing he could notice was that the numbers in the columns of his seemed to match more. The percentage over his name was 99.9998%, while George's was 0%. "Wait, I'm the father?!"

"You are." Dream exclaimed, putting the pacifier in the baby's mouth.

"Oh, oh what!" The boy threw the papers on the table, laughing excitedly before walking to Dream and leaning towards the little girl sleeping on his chest. The rosy cheeks and sweet face had already lost the pink and wrinkled appearance that she had just after birth. Now the trio spent their days fawning and awwing at how adorable the baby was. "Did you hear that, Anna? I was the one who made you!"

The tallest cleared his throat indignantly, glaring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I think you're taking away the credit from the person who actually did something. Something other than lasting two minutes and then falling asleep, that is." The older one intervened, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing sideways at the youngest.

"Oh come on. Don't be sad, Georgie." He cooed imitating his accent, putting a hand on the older man's shoulder and giving him a couple of sarcastic pats. "Maybe the next one can be yours."

"Excuse me? Next one you said?" Dream gave them a fake laugh from his chair and shook his head, feeling the baby wriggle in his arms. "What a good joke, because the next thing in my plans is to castrate you both. I don't even want to risk a next one. Adrianna will be the first and the last."

"But, Dream-!"

"Nope, don't even try. And now you, Mister Father." He got up and walked over to the youngest, putting Adrianna in his arms. "Go change your daughter's diaper. I have videos to edit."

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The sound of the wind lashing against the door was almost enough to drown out the gasps and pants of the person squirming and arching on the bed. The fire crackled in the fireplace, keeping the cabin more or less acclimatized on that cold windy night, and George couldn't wait for it to finally end.

The brunet closed his eyes, gripping the sheets tightly and he pushed with a contraction, until the pain disappeared. Staring at the patterns on the wood ceiling, George tried to catch his breath. He could sense the imminent birth, and he couldn't help but feel fear and uncertainty at what was to come. Starting because he was alone, alone in that cabin in the woods about to give birth to a child whose existence filled him with contradiction and anxiety.

Dream was completely out of the picture, locked between four obsidian walls and cut off from the rest of society for his crimes for more than a year now. He is a bad person, George was trying to remind himself, he hurt everyone, including myself, he thought as his hand closed in the air, yearning for the support of other fingers.

The start of another contraction made him whimper, preparing himself again and giving it all. He could feel the baby so close, he hoped it would end quickly, for him it was nothing but torture, and he was so drained already. It had been hours since he had started pushing, or at least it felt like that. He breathed, gasped, cried a bit and finally cried out, aching, exhausted and relieved when he finally felt the small body completely out of his own. His heavy breathing began to regulate as his eyelids started to drop, exhaustion creeping up on him and draging him to sleep. Until a sudden cry in the space between his separated knees startled him.

George made the effort to get up on his elbows, leaning over his still swollen belly and managing to see the creature in question on the bed, writhing and crying hard on the mattress. Instinctively, George reached out, feeling the pain throb everywhere as he did so, and took the baby into his arms.

He laid the creature on his chest, unsure of what to do, having never been in the presence of a baby, even less one so young as to have the blood and body heat of their mother still in them. George just pulled on a sheet and used it to wipe the baby's wet face. Curiosity was beginning to overcome exhaustion, so straining to sit up in bed, he began to examine the small body. The first thing he noticed was the sparse, light hair on the little head.

He ran his hand over the baby's, counting ten fingers between both, and as he did the same with the feet, seeing five and five toes in each, he also found out that he was holding a girl in his arms.

His chest ached, swollen, warm, full. The connection was easy to make. Pulling his shirt out of the way, he put the baby close to his nipple. Like an expert she latched on him and began to nurse.

The boy felt somewhat dazed. Okay, the baby was already out of his body, now what?

Would he hide? Would he hide her? He had never thought about what would happen next, now that was all that was left. He was no longer pregnant, he had a baby on his breast, and now what would he do?

Too much thinking, the least thing he wanted to do now. He closed his eyes, feeling the baby eat less eagerly and thought about letting himself be carried away by exhaustion and pain. All those ideas could wait.

The faint sound, or a sixth sense perhaps alerted him of the presence of someone else in the cabin. Someone who did not use windows or doors to enter. Opening his eyes again, his gaze found a man just a few meters away from the bed, hovering above the floor and staring at him under a mask. A scene that could had been ripped straight out of a horror movie if it wasn't for the fact that George knew him, knew him well. Well enough so that the creature on his chest was the result of that man. Well... "man".

Still, despite it not being a stranger staring ominously at him from a corner, that didn't make George feel any more relieved. On the contrary, he hugged the baby tighter to his chest and tried to hide her under the covers, slightly turning his body to shield her more from the intruder's gaze. A gaze he knew was on them despite the white mask with an X on it obstructing the view from his facial features. Did he even have those? George didn't know.

"What are you doing here?" George felt his voice tremble and break, trying his best to give him a warning look. Feeling the baby stretching her legs and closing her hands on his chest, George could feel a sudden sense of protection awaken in him, wanting to make sure nothing would get near to the defenseless creature. Even less if that someone was a god, with such an erratic behavior like his history could show. Not even her progenitor would approach her if his intentions were ambiguous. "D-don't you dare to touch her."

Even though, he wasn't exactly on the position to defend her or even himself. He wasn't precisely a threatening image, now talk about trying to stand up to a god. Weak and sore from labour, lying on the mattress under the covers and disgusted by the aftermaths of birth, George told himself he would still do whatever he had to to protect the baby girl nursing on his chest.

The "man" approached the bed without saying a word, a calm and seemingly harmless aura around him. George didn't trust him, trying harder to hide her in his arms. He still felt a few contractions, a product of not having completely finished the delivery. The umbilical cord still attached him to his daughter, but exhaustion convinced him to ignore the pain, very slight compared to pushing a baby out of his body.

DreamXD stared at him, raising his right hand towards them and George flinched without thinking. Barely for few seconds, before he felt the pain in his body suddenly disappear and the uncomfortable, gross sensation on his skin from the fluids of birth vanish as well, opening his eyes to first look at the god next to him, and then peering between the sheet cocoon to watch his baby. Completely clean and dry, without the cord on her stomach and apparently unaware of the situation, still latched onto him but not eating anymore.

George kept his gaze fixed on the baby, almost forgetting about the extra presence in his cabin until he heard the god speak for the first time in a long time.

"You did really well, George. Congratulations. I also see that you made her very alike to us. She is beautiful." The voice behind the mask had a discreet tone of pride and awe. "That is a gorgeous green gaze."

Which was strange that he knew that, considering the baby hadn't opened her eyes even once yet. But well, he was a god after all, and technically he had been the one who made her. He probably already knew what she looked like before George even knew about her existence.

A hand rested on the brown hair of the boy on the bed, combing it gently and filling him again with enormous exhaustion, feeling how his eyelids began to close on their own. He suddenly felt protected, for the first time in months, he felt safe and accompanied, unconsciously leaning into the touch. A warmth, a feeling of home with his daughter in his chest and the god who had conceived her in his body next to him, lulling him with caresses and a voice so familiar, so identical to...

"Dream..."

"You may rest now, you need it. Don't worry about your little one, we'll take care of both of you. Goodnight, George."

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For Dream the world could well be ending, and even that wouldn't be as terrible as what was happening. Staring at the screen of his phone, Dream would rewind and repeat the conversation from just a few minutes ago over and over again.

"Oh yeah. Uh, this may be a bit of a surprise and out of nowhere but... -sigh- I'm pregnant."

Dream was stunned. Did he just hear that correctly? George was what?!

"W-what did you say?" Pregnant? By who?

"Umm yeah. Ha, also I'm pretty sure the father is... uh."

Is?!

"... Alex."

Quackity?!

For Dream the situation was unreal. He couldn't assimilate any of the words coming out of his best friend's mouth. Best friend and crush for years most of the time. Pregnant by the worst idiot ever. What kind of news were those?

"Dream?" Hearing George's voice calling his name reminded Dream that he was still on a call with him, so blinking a few times, and quickly pinching his arm to make sure it wasn't a dream (or a nightmare), Dream put his mind back to the call. Although it was difficult.

The older boy's voice was there, but he didn't understand any of what he was saying, completely in the background and overshadowed by the ideas in his head.

"Yeah, uh, sorry George, but I just remembered that... I have to... call someone. I'll call you later, love y-"

The call was immediately cut off, and Dream sighed, as he was already used to it. He had more or less made a habit of ending the calls between them with an "I love you" to annoy the brunet (or at least that was what George believed. Partly yes, but not completely. It was mostly an almost daily confession disguised as a joke).

Well... now George was having another man's baby (the worst man he could find apparently) so maybe it would be inappropriate to continue with that tradition. But it was only the truth, Dream loved him, and that had not changed and would not change no matter what. Even if he had gotten pregnant by the worst possible prospect... even Sapnap would have been a better option.

Dream shook his head as he was aware of the ideas he was having.

What am I saying? The only person who should have been responsible for this should have been me.

Dream ruffled his hair fiercely.

I must do something about it.

Dream knocks on the door a couple of times, impatiently waiting for the owner of the house to come out and open it for him.

He hears footsteps on the other side and soon the door opens, revealing the boy who is looking at him in confusion and surprise. "Dream?"

"Hi Quackity. Sorry to come so out of the blue, but there is something important I want to talk about. Can I come in?"

"Uh, yeah I guess." He says, stepping aside to allow him into the house.

Dream walks inside. "Did George already tell you the news?"

The boy's face lights up as soon as he hears those words. "Did he tell you too? Oh yes, he told me. I could hardly believe it."

His tone is dreamy and soft, probably George had also told him that he was the culprit of that. Dream feels his mind clouding over with jealousy and anger.

"Yeah listen Quackity, I don't want to see you get so excited. The baby is actually mine."

His expression falls instantly. Not really disappointment, but rather intense confusion. "What are you talking about? He told me directly, he told me that I was the-"

"No, I don't know why he told you that, maybe not to hurt you, but I already saw that the baby is actually mine. I'm sorry about that."

His confused expression quickly turns into one of rage. "What the fuck are you talking about? Do you really think I'm going to believe that? Is this a weird joke or something? Are you recording this?"

"Look, I didn't want you to find out like that, but it's already confirmed." Without wavering, Dream hands him a piece of paper, which the boy takes uncertainly and reads with an expression of unreality.

A fake paternity test. It had been relatively easy to get, although not so cheap in the sense that it would look authentic, and Dream hopes the naive will swallow the hook without a problem.

"I... I can't believe this... Why?" His voice is broken, he sounds incredulous but at the same time betrayed. Poor idiot. "This can't be! You're lying! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"Hey calm down, you have the proof in your hands, which by the way, don't you dare to damage it, it costed a lot to- uh, to get it."

"I don't know why George told you that... the poor thing must have been a bit confused with dates... or something." Dream wouldn't call himself an expert liar. He has a good power of persuasion, and he seems to be putting it to good use. Alex's face is one of bewilderment and sorrow. Dream almost feels bad for him. But no.

That will teach you not to get my man pregnant, you idiot.

The blond clears his throat, reaching out to take the "legitimate test" from him. Enough of rejoicing over the situation. "Well, that was it, Quackity. Have a good afternoon or whatever. Sorry for the confusion, bye."

Without waiting for an answer, the blond leaves. A smile makes its way across his face. That had been easy. The fact that boy was so gullible had really helped.

"Yeah, yeah. I know it must be difficult, but everything will be fine, Alex."

Karl strokes and pats the back of the boy with his face buried on his pillow. Desperate for company and support, the first thing Quackity had decided to do after his interaction with Dream was to go to the house of his friend Karl. He felt that he would understand him and help him feel better. So far it had worked, but not much. He felt accompanied, but not very comforted.

The doorbell at the front door makes him tense. It couldn't be Dream again, coming to rub more salt into the wound.

Karl gets out of bed and heads for the door, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts. Had George really been able to lie to him like that? How could he have filled him with illusions if it wasn't true?

The front door opens and he immediately hears Karl exclaim in a tone of disbelief. "George?"

The boy almost jumped out of bed. He doesn't know whether to run away and hide or get up to face him. He just sits on the bed, undecided about where to run.

It's not like he has any chance to do so either, before he realizes the well-known brunet is standing in the doorway of the room, arms crossed on his chest and looking at him with an indecipherable expression. Karl peeks over George's shoulder, a few meters behind him in the hallway.

"Alex, how the hell could you believe the shit Dream told you? I thought you would be smarter."

The boy looks at him feeling lost. "... Huh?"

"Did you really believe all the rubbish Dream told you?" As he speaks, a laugh that George can't contain escapes his lips, shaking his head. "You are as stupid as him, I can't believe it was so easy to fool you."

The boy sitting on the bed looks at him speechless. At this point he doesn't know if it's part of a joke and George wants to keep on fooling him.

"Alex, I personally told you about my pregnancy. And you are the only person who could be blamed for it. It's been almost a year since I last even hung out with Clay." His expression twists into a frown. "I want to believe that he did it as a joke, or something. If not... that guy has issues, and I think that was his way of... doing a confession, I guess. So weird..."

The youngest frowns, thinking about everything that has happened recently. It is true that the sudden appearance of Dream in his house had been one of the strangest things that had happened to him lately, and the fact that it was only for that reason...

"So... I..." Alex he doesn't even want to think about the situation. He suddenly feels very stupid, and mentally slaps himself for being so terribly gullible. How could he have fallen for that so easily?

"I don't know what his plan would be after he convinced you, knowing that I had already told you. Gaslight me until I forgot who was the last person I slept with?" The oldest of the three (with Karl still present but positioned so as not to be noticed) scoffs, uncrossing his arms and walking to the bed, to sit next to the boy.

"I'm an idiot."

George hums, moving closer to him and resting his head on Quackity's shoulder. "Yes, you are."

He then places a hand on his own abdomen, which, Alex hadn't noticed so far, looks considerably swollen and protruding under his hoodie. After all, George had told him that he was already about five months along. "I hope our poor baby won't inherit that from you."

The younger boy breathes out a laugh, bringing his hand up to the older's and carefully pressing his palm against his covered belly. He can feel a little tap under his palm. A gasp escapes from his mouth, and he feels his eyes fill with tears without being able to stop it.

Mine. My baby.

No no no no.

Ours.

Alex can't help but bounce his leg anxiously, impatient and at the same time filled with some strange terror and disbelief. He cannot believe that just a few meters away, behind one of the many doors in that hospital, his daughter is coming into the world.

She would be born by a cesarean section, and as much as he felt that time wasn't running and as much as wanted to see the brunet and their baby, he had had to decline the offer to be in the room during the process. As much as it was his daughter, their daughter, he knew that he wouldn't had experienced a good time knowing what they would do (literally cut George open and take the baby out of his body. The idea made him shudder). Although he knew he didn't have to see anything, knowing what was happening and risking accidentally peeking over the covers was something that made him queasy by just imagining it.

Even if it had been a natural birth, the boy knew that he could not have borne it, the whole idea of blood and the arrival of a baby made him weak and shaky. The brunet had known better to respect his decision and his reasons for not accompanying him in the room. Alex felt like shit, having left the older boy alone when their baby was born, but he knew George understood. Now there is nothing but to wait.

And while he was lost in his ideas, it seems that he had made enough time for a nurse to come find him and call him to go meet his new family. Quackity can feel himself tremble with excitement, standing up and walking behind the woman.

She leads him to a door, opening it and stepping aside, congratulating him before leaving. The boy enters the room, and the first thing he sees is the brunet on the hospital bed, lying almost horizontally and with a bundle wrapped in a sheet in his arms. He looks up at him and smiles softly, looking quite tired.

"She looks a lot like you." It's the first thing he says, as Quackity moves forward to sit on the chair next to him. "I'd like to see Dream say now that the baby is his."

Carefully and seeming a little weak George extends his arms towards Alex, to which the boy receives his little daughter feeling uncertain and nervous, holding her against his chest with great care, and staring at her round little face, noting as a first detail the abundant amount of black hair that peeks out from under the striped blue beanie that covers her head.

The baby snuggles against him, putting a hand over her mouth and settling in to sleep. If Alex thought that he had cried before, it is because he hadn't lived this moment yet. He feels tears of emotion slide down his cheeks, making the image of his daughter look blurry. "Well, hi Sophia."

Sophia Alejandra. Quackity could say that he had been caught off guard by the brunet's choice of names. He adored the name, but was still a bit surprised by his choices. Very Hispanic indeed.

Looking to the side he sees how George had fallen asleep on the bed, presumably exhausted after the process and the drugs that anesthetized him. Alex wipes his eyes with one hand, and rocks the baby gently, admiring her features with adoration.

"Take that, you stupid green fuck." Quackity can't wait to tell that to Dream's face.

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George was very, very uncomfortable. He ran his hands over his belly, feeling his pups move slightly in his body. His twins were already past the date of their stay, for more than anyone had wanted and imagined and the omega felt like he was going to burst. With two pups as large and still as active as they could be in their cramped space, George felt that at any moment they would make their way into the world, exiting directly through his abdomen.

What a horrible mental image. George made a mental note to never think about that again.

The omega sighed deeply, pressing his palm where he felt one of the pups push insistently against his skin. "You won't get out that way. If you really want to get out you'll have to help me speed up this crap, I'm just as sick of this as you two are."

His twins obviously ignored what their mother was saying, wrestling some more until finally exhausting themselves and falling asleep a few minutes later. George breathed out in relief, now that his litter wasn't using his womb as a bouncy castle. Trying his best to move carefully and not wake up his hyperactive pair, the omega settled back on the couch, as best he could, and set out for a family nap, as long as the pups left him. Not long apparently.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a sudden and quite intense contraction jolted him, pushing all sleep away and making him almost scream. The litter in his belly began to stir and squirm again, now that their home had oppressed them tighter than they were used to (with the false contractions coming and going from time to time). The omega breathed slightly agitated. Okay, good. Apparently the pups were already coming, that was what he had wanted, right?

Standing up from the couch to get to the bag of things for when the twins were born George took it and thought for a moment. His alpha was at work, and he would be there for many more hours. The omega didn't want to be alone to deliver his litter, so without giving it much thought, he headed to the door with the hospital as his destination.

It wasn't usual for omegas to attend to hospitals to give birth, normally the company of their partners in their homes was enough to deliver and welcome the family they created. But for a small omega, with a couple of overdue and not really small pups, not to mention alone at home, it would be best not to risk it.

He called a cab, remembering that Clay had taken the car to work (and even if he hadn't, George felt too shaky to be able to drive) and waited sitting on his porch.

As soon as he saw the car arrive, luckily only about two minutes later, George scrambled to his feet and went to open the rear seat door, but it was locked.

"Wait, are you giving birth or something?"

The omega snorted at the question. "There's a reason I have to go to the hospital."

The man frowned at him, making no attempt to unlock the door. "Yeah... sorry man, but I'd rather save myself a gross mess in my car. Good luck."

And without saying more he started his vehicle and left.

George gaped in front of his house. He couldn't believe what had just happened. A new contraction caught him, reminding him that he had a commitment, one he couldn't put off or delay. Resigned and slightly humiliated, the omega took his phone and called another taxi. A less horrible one, he hoped.

Clay had been having the strangest feeling all day. From the moment he woke up, hugging his omega from behind and feeling their pups move under his hand resting on George's abdomen, until now, sitting in his office making phone calls and paperwork, Clay felt restless.

A call to his cell phone took him out of his mind, immediately alert to find that it was a personal call. Probably his omega.

But the number on the screen was unknown. The alpha looked at it confused, tempted not to answer but still doing it after a few more rings.

"Hello?"

"Clay..." The omega panted softly, moaning afterward. The alpha's senses immediately awakened upon hearing his partner in pain. "The pups are coming, I need you here."

"What?! Really?!" Clay jumped up from his desk, hurrying to pick up his things and ran to the exit, the thought of announcing his early leaving not even crossing his mind.

"Yes, really, oh god." Clay could hear in his voice how he tensed and a few grunts of effort escaped his throat, ending with a high-pitched cry at the end. "They are really fucking coming right now... you better come quick before you miss the birth."

The alpha didn't need more convincing to get into the car and press the accelerator to the limit, aware of the regulations. The least he needed now was to be stopped by the police and take even longer to arrive.

"George!" The door slammed open, startling the people inside. Who Clay supposed was the doctor looked at him with a... not very happy look. On the stretcher, the omega was panting and sweating, looking strained and tired. Although there were no pups in sight yet.

"Clay you fucking-" The little omega cut himself off as what was presumably a contraction gripped him, making him shut up and concentrate on pushing to try to give birth. The alpha came up to him, sitting in the chair next to the gurney and gently combing his hair to try to reassure him.

"My love, I'm so sorry. I'm already here. How are you?"

"Exhausted and sore. These two are too stubborn." He groaned, arching a little off the mattress. "They don't want to come out."

Clay looked at him with an expression of compassion, reaching down to his belly to caress it in gentle circles. A new spasm was not long in coming, making the omega groan and push with impatience. The alpha winced at the force of the contraction under his hand, hearing the pained moans of his partner.

"The head is almost out." The doctor's voice reminded Clay of her presence in the room. Completely focused on his partner in labor, he had forgotten that they weren't alone in the room. Likewise, omegas births used to be a matter of only two people, or more depending on how many individuals made up the relationship. Strangers were rarely present, unless, as with George, the birth could pose some kind of risk, either to the omega or the pups. Still, the doctors mostly attended to make sure everything was okay, intervening as little as possible to avoid stressing the mother and causing even more unnecessary complications. In this case... the situation wasn't looking very good.

"Alright, the head of the first pup is out. Give me a second to check his neck, okay George?" The omega nodded, eyes closed and teeth clenched in pain and discomfort. Feeling a stranger touching him and his pup in such a vulnerable moment awakened his protective instincts, yelling at him to defend himself and protect his baby. Unable to avoid it, a low growl escaped his throat as he felt the woman's hands in his body for the second time during the process. The beta exclaimed a "hmm" that indicated anything but something positive.

"Bad news, the cord is around his neck." The alpha was instantly alarmed, fearing the worst upon hearing that. The doctor continued immediately. "Don't worry, the pup is fine for now, but George. I'm going to need you not to push while I take care of freeing his neck; otherwise your pup could choke before being born, understood?"

The omega nodded again, starting to feel a contraction build up but forced to resist the urge to push as the woman maneuvered to free the pup from the danger of strangulation. A new growl rumbled in his throat, clinging to his mate next to him and wanting to get this over with quickly. Too bad he would still have another to deal with once this one was out.

The beta gave him the go-ahead to continue once it was done and he barely had time to resume his rhythm and push hard, releasing the pup's shoulders and with a little help from the doctor, soon the creature's body was on the woman's hands. She stimulated him quickly until the pup made a small mewling sound, knowing that not necessarily all newborns would cry loudly the first time, and she rose to put him on his mother's chest. The couple watched him spellbound, while the woman pressed a towel over the small body, gently rubbing it and taking care of the umbilical cord, clamping it and waiting a few minutes before cutting it, also putting a light blue beanie on the small head, finally leaving his parents to meet him, while they waited for his brother to arrive.

George uncovered his chest, helping the creature to reach his nipple and begin to eat shyly. The peaceful scene lasted just a couple of minutes, until the omega tensed again, diverting the attention from the firstborn as he felt the other pup remind them of his presence and the pending commitment. George withdrew one of his hands away from his pup to cling to the bed, closing his eyes and starting to push almost immediately.

"Do you want me to take the pup?" Clay asked when he saw the pain come back to George's face. The omega nodded, removing his other hand from the little boy and feeling his heart break when he heard him whine at being separated from him and his food. The alpha held him in his arms, fascinated by the little creature that was their first child. He wasn't going to forget to keep supporting his mate as best he could, holding the baby in one arm while he offered his omega his other hand to squeeze.

The doctor positioned herself again, waiting to see how the process progressed. It soon became clear that things would still not be so easy for the omega and his pups.

"George, I'm afraid I have more bad news. The second pup is breeched." She informed, being able to see the baby's feet peeking out, but not intervening until it was necessary. "We have to get him out soon. I'll need you to push harder and as hard as you can with the contractions."

The omega whined at this, clinging to the metal arms of the bed and writhing uncomfortably. Tiredness was beginning to show itself, which would only make the already difficult task even more difficult. George panted a little, closing his eyes and hearing his first pup whimpering softly next to him. He had to do it for them, to finally have their set of twins with them.

His alpha was whispering words of encouragement to him, one of his hands brushing the hair over his forehead and providing sweet caresses to the back of his hand and his arms. The omega cried in frustration as he felt how slow and interrupted the birth of his second child was being, groaning in exhaustion and wishing it could just end now. From time to time he could feel the doctor's hands guiding and helping the baby's body out of him, triggering his maternal and protective instinct, then feeling the urge to push the woman away and take care of holding the pup himself.

And indeed he did, when the pup had emerged almost to the waist, the position and the woman's touching and poking ended up exasperating him completely, slapping the doctor's hands away and using the arms on the sides of the bed to sit up, ignoring the beta's alarmed and confused words.

"George, be careful! Don't hurt your baby."

As soon as he put his feet on the ground, the omega crouched next to the stretcher, putting his own hands around the body of his offspring and restarting the process. He seemed to have made a good decision, when in just a matter of minutes the little body of his second pup fell into his hands, George lifting him to hug him on his chest and rubbing his back with some vigor until he too emitted a whine, beginning to cry against his chest.

The omega closed his eyes, feeling hands on him again, starting to growl until he recognized his partner's scent, opening his eyes to see Clay in front of him, grabbing him gently and trying to make him stand up again.

"Come on love, please get back on the stretcher."

George shook his head. "Not until I'm done."

The alpha immediately stopped insisting, instead settling next to him and waiting for the last few contractions to do their job, all the while admiring their new pup, wet and crying against his mate's body.

George sighed deeply, finally relieved that it was all over. Or rather that it had just begun, now that they would have a pair of pups to raise. The omega looked down at his twins eating on his chest, admiring the product of his pain and feeling proud of himself. His alpha seemed to have the same ideas in his head, his pride obviously directed towards the exhausted omega.

Their first-born had a light blue beanie on his head, and the second a striped lime-colored one. To help differentiate them more, they both had bracelets with their names written on their wrists. Andrew #1 and Daniel #2.

"And to think that I could have missed it." Clay exclaimed, running his hand through his omega's brown hair.

"I would have hated you forever if you had missed it." George replied, closing his eyes again as he felt his alpha gently comb through his still slightly damp locks.

"I know you'd have, my love." Clay said with a smile.

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Maybe it's a little late to do that, but whatever. I planned to do that from the start, but for some reason i didn't so I'm doing it now. So just that you all know, this book isn't technically going to be getting updated anymore. I'll probably keep posting things, like notices or announcements but don't plan on updating it anymore

I'll post the ones already published as separate works too, but that'll be later. Now, please enjoy the last completed request: Yeanling (SchlattxWilbur)

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Request: c!George is giving birth in a cabin in the woods and he has twins, Purpled and Tubbo. George delivers Purpled to Punz and gives Philza to Tubbo in a box, and tells dream he lost the children (George, even though he loves dream, feels that dream will not be a father because we know that dresm is a tyrant at the end of the day)

Purple and Blue (GeorgexDream)

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Request: So before dream could get taken into prison he manages to escape and take George as a hostage (wouldn't actually hurt him of course) and George is like eight and half months pregnant Anyway a few weeks pass and George goes into labor (he's cranky dream "kidnapped" him. Dream has to help George. Bonus points if gorge almost dies but the others find them

Mountain Snow (George&Dream): https://archiveofourown.org/works/35090236

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Request: dream finds a weird artifact that rapid pregs him, and he gives birth to ranboo, who is a really big kid, with no help in a very unsafe place with so many mobs.
also what if dream is a enderdragon hybrid and it attracts enderman as well?

Jungle Temple (Dream-&Ranboo-): https://archiveofourown.org/works/35199451

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Request: basically dream is hiding a tiny baby tommy, and he doesnt want anyone to find out about him. but on the other hand, tommy really really wants out during a manhunt.

Manhunt, Baby (Dream&Hunters&Tommy): https://archiveofourown.org/works/45009667

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Request: during quackity's torture with dream. Dream was unware that there was a child within him (hes still processing the dreamon leaving his mind for a bit) and hes trying to stop quackity. After quackity leaves, he gives birth, finnally able to. Its a boy that looks like george.

pd: this is the most "violent" thing I've wrote to date, with it being a torture scene with a sword and an axe y'know, blood and all that. I wouldn't say it's too extreme or as graphic as other works, but take that as your warning if you don't wanna read something like that

Burning Obsidian (Dream&Quackity): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46105549

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Request: Karl is omega Sapnap Alpha :D
So Karl dies in birth because of many complications- The kid he gives birth to is a girl and sadly, looks identical like Karl. So now Sapnap has to deal with grieving and raising a child of his own, which looks like his deceased lover.

Hey There, Delilah (KarlxSapnap): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46581736