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George has been living his domestic life for two years now. He wakes up to sloppy kisses on his cheeks and coffee driven mornings. His boyfriend, Dream, is the best guy he’s ever dated. Dream’s sweet, and energetic, and unfamiliar in the most exciting way. George loves it, he loves that every day is a new surprise from his boyfriend.
After their first date, George fell slowly into the treacly mess that is Dream.
It was a little bit hard to get used to the fluffy pair of ears and tail that Dream had attached to him at first. But George found himself liking them when they shared Dream’s emotions like an open book.
This morning, George wakes up to Dream cracking his back beside him on their shared bed. He notices George grumbling and blinking drowsiness from his eyes and leans over, Dream’s tail wagging rapidly at the sight of his boyfriend.
“G’morning,” George mutters, leaning into the way Dream presses his face to George’s neck. He feels Dream’s dog ears flop onto his face.
“Hi, baby,” Dream says, it’s so sweet George can feel the morning taste of his mouth turn sugary. “You want me to make breakfast?”
George feels Dream leave chaste kisses on his throat, then pulls away. He crosses his eyebrows at the missing feeling. “Yes. Pancakes.”
“Okay,” Dream whispers. George feels the heat immediately leave the bed as Dream walks away to put a t-shirt on. Another thing George likes about Dream is the fact that he sleeps shirtless, for personal reasons.
The door opens, then clicks shut. George decides to pull himself up and lead his body to their ensuite. He casually lifts his toothbrush to his mouth, brushing absentmindedly. George is calmly wondering what he should put on his pancakes, just coming to the decision of nutella when he hears a clang from the kitchen.
Quickly, George spits out his toothpaste and walks quickly to the kitchen. He sees Dream on the floor, picking up a pan with the half-cooked pancake in it, eyebrows furrowed and disdain twisting his mouth. Dream’s tail is flat against the floor.
“Dream?” George smiles, leaning down to help Dream pick up the pan. Dream grabs his hand gently and moves it away.
“It’s alright- I’ve, um, I’ve got it,” Dream coughs, turning to face George with a bright smile. Shrugging, George walks around the kitchen island and hops up a tall chair. He watches Dream continue the pancakes with his chin in his hand, then focuses on his boyfriend’s eyes. They swirl from golden into a dirty brown.
Oh.
George lifts his chin from his hand.
Oh.
“Is it happening?” George asks vaguely. Dream pauses his cooking, rolling his right shoulder back.
“Yep, tonight,” Dream mumbles. “I’ll go to the guest room this time.”
Right. That.
Three months into their relationship, on a windy morning in September, George walked into his college dorm to find a giant, hairy wolf growling at his bed.
George’s boyfriend, Dream, who gives him sloppy kisses in the morning, who makes him coffee because his body runs on energy, is a werewolf. At first, when George witnessed the wolf in his dorm, he dropped his phone with his mouth wide open, then ran out and shut the door behind him, locking it for extra measure.
He remembers the sight clearly, a furry, dark brown wolf with blazing eyes snuffing out his striped bed sheets. George had no clue what to do, did he call security? The police? Animal control? Instead, he sprinted down the dorm’s stairs and out of the building, all the way down the winding road to their friend, Sapnap’s apartment.
The door opened, Karl greeted him with a small crack in the door. “Hey. Why’re you so sweaty?”
“Oh my fuck,” George had replied. “I saw- I saw a giant wolf in my dorm, Karl. Where’s Sapnap?”
Karl looked to the side, blushing a little with a nervous smile. “Um, George. Let’s take a seat in the lounge room. Promise not to freak out, ‘kay?”
There, in the lounge room, sitting politely with a ball in its mouth, was yet another giant wolf.
This one is a little smaller than the one in his dorm. George remembers stumbling backwards in shock and Karl catching him in time.
The giant wolf in Sapnap’s apartment was Sapnap. The even bigger wolf in his dorm was his boyfriend, Dream. After ruthless explanations, George nodded and stayed the night at Karl’s.
Since then, Dream locks himself in their guest bedroom every full moon, transforms and comes to George in the morning ready to kiss him silly as if nothing happened.
“Yep,” George frowns, a little disappointed. He’s always wanted to spend Dream’s full moon with him, but is usually too uncomfortable to ask. Dream bought him safety equipment in case he got violent, because apparently, during his transformation, Dream loses all thought and starts acting like a literal wild wolf.
Dream notices the upset look on George’s face. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it only hurts a little bit. No need to worry.”
George sighs, his boyfriend is oblivious as ever. “Yeah, okay. Just wake me up in the morning.”
“Okay,” Dream leans over the island, pressing a kiss to George’s temple. “Here we go.”
He slides all the pancakes he made on a plate to George, along with whipped cream, fruit and other toppings.
“Nutella,” George says, like a command. Dream rolls his eyes and takes the Nutella out of their pantry, with a spoon on top of the tub. He goes to sit next to George and plates five, thick pancakes.
“Jesus Christ,” George huffs, looking over to Dream spooning his homemade whipped cream on his pancake stack. “I know you’re a werewolf or whatever, but that’s a lot of pancakes.”
Dream scoffs, “I need to eat before transformation. I have a big appetite.”
“Yeah ‘cuz you run it off later at 2 in the morning,” George cuts a big bite of his nutella pancake.
“You love my leg muscles,” Dream teases, poking George’s cheek. “And I still make time after waking you up.”
George swallows his piece. Sickly sweet. “Take a shower before you do. You stink.”
“You just want more time to sleep.”
Their banter stays high all the way into after breakfast. Even when Dream leaves to his office to edit and George lounges on the couch, watching shows. George’s phone vibrates in the middle of a Brooklyn 99 episode. He lifts up the phone.
idiot
come in the office and kiss me im bored
George rolls his eyes. He remembers Dream saying something faintly about how clingy he gets before transformation. One time, Dream pulled George onto his lap during a stream and kissed him relentlessly until the chat was begging him to unmute. George laughed and teased him later for it.
He stands up and yawns, making his way to Dream’s office tiredly. George opens the door, and Dream is on the office bed, phone in his hand. His eyes lift to look at George and he holds his arm out for his boyfriend. George hears Dream’s tail, thump, thump, thumping against the mattress.
“You’re such a baby,” George scoffs, but tucks himself at Dream’s side anyways. He feels Dream kiss his head and his cheeks, eventually reaching his lips and kissing George until he has to pull off to breathe.
“You dog, you got all your slobber on me,” George grimaces, wiping his mouth. Dream just smiles more and kisses him more, leaving George’s lips wet and red.
Dream sits up and pulls George up to his chest. “Missed you.”
“I was in a different room from you for like a few hours,” George laughs, but Dream hums and plays with George’s hair.
“Stay in the same room with me all the time,” Dream mumbles. He rubs George’s back at the same time as playing with his hair.
George rolls his eyes, but presses his cheek to Dream’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”
For about five minutes, Dream kneads and traces shapes on George’s back until his boyfriend’s breathing gets heavy and he’s mumbling random words.
“Tired, baby?” Dream rubs his cheek on George’s head. George grumbles. Dream sighs. “I love you.”
“Yep,” George grins. Dream laughs airily. “Can’t wait to spend the first full moon together.”
Dream pauses his kneading, he flicks his hair one last time. His tail stops wagging and rests against the bed. “What?”
George falls in and out of consciousness. “‘Wanna spend the full moon with you.”
“George,” Dream grits, he lifts George off his chest. “Please wake up.” George blinks, he stares at his boyfriend dazily. Dream’s hands ground on his shoulders.
Dream frowns when George’s head drops a little. “Okay, you’re too tired. It’s okay.” He coos, softly bringing George’s head back to his shoulder. “It’s okay, sweet dreams, baby.”
George hums, his eyes slip closed and he drifts off to sleep.
When George wakes up, he’s tucked under the blankets by himself. He looks over to the spot next to him, it’s cold and empty. Dream hasn’t been here. George frowns, but he shuffles out of bed and walks out of the office.
“Dream?” George calls softly, rubbing his eyes.
Dream calls back quietly, George barely hearing him. He walks down the stairs to where his boyfriend is sitting at the kitchen island with a glass of water in his hand.
“Come sit,” Dream smiles tightly. George’s eyebrows knit together, but he sits down either way. “Was your nap good, baby?”
“Mmhm,” George hums, leaning in to expect a kiss. Dream delivers, leaving a brisk kiss on his lips. George mumbles against Dream’s lips, “‘Weren’t there when I woke up.”
“Sorry,” Dream pulls back. “I just needed some water.”
George looks at Dream’s tail, unmoving, his dog ears are flopped. “What’s wrong?”
Dream is quiet, he sips from his glass. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” George frowns. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
His boyfriend looks over, tired. “Just something you said.”
George thinks hard of something he could’ve said to upset Dream, about his ears, or his editing skills or something. Nothing comes to mind. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Dream’s mouth turns down. He leans over to kiss George again. “It’s not your fault, I just have a lot to think about before my transformation.”
Oh. George winces. He hates how loose-mouthed he gets when tired. “Um, so what do you think?”
Dream hesitates, “I- I don’t know. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t,” George promises. He hates the way Dream covers his eyes he knows have tears in them. “You have the chains on, you won’t.”
“I don’t know what I do when I’m transformed,” Dream cries, face in his hands. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
George pries Dream’s hands from his face, holding his wrists and twisting Dream to face him. His boyfriend’s face is tear struck and pink. “You won’t,” He comforts. “I want to do this, Dream. I really want to do this.”
Dream chokes on a sob, leaning in and putting his forehead against George’s shoulder. George scratches his ears, huffing when Dream wets his shirt with his tears but has his tail wagging at the attention.
It’s late in the afternoon, soon, George will be standing in a room with a wolf. With his transformed boyfriend who might want to eat him and all he can think about is the wet spot on his shoulder.
“I hate being a werewolf,” Dream sobs, hands clinging to George’s upper arm. “I hate it so much.”
“It’s okay,” George soothes, hand smoothing over Dream’s head.
10 minutes before the full moon rises, Dream is sitting in the guest bedroom, with chains way too big for his wrists in his hand.
“Okay,” He hesitates, watching George stare at the chains with fascination. “This is just so I don't hurt you. So, um, just stand away from me, because I can still reach you with them on.”
George nods. He looks at his boyfriend’s face, flushed red with embarrassment.
“Uh, you- you’ll have to put the chains on,” Dream stutters, holding his hand out. George picks them up, feeling the weight drop into his palm. “Just latch them to the wall.”
There’s four latches on the wall, all meant to clip the chains too. George winces, and he walks over to latch them on. He turns to Dream, then slips the chains onto his legs and arms.
“First,” Dream starts, cracking his wrists nervously. “Are you sure you really want to do this?”
George looks into Dream’s eyes, which are already turning dark brown. His boyfriend cracks his back. “Yes. I really want to stay with you.”
“Okay,” Dream mumbles. He looks up and he smiles. “Five minutes.”
George smiles back, he leans in and presses a short kiss to Dream’s lips. Dream smiles into it.
“Just, maybe, talk to me?” Dream grins, watching George sit down on the carpet. “It’s gonna start hurting soon so…”
“Talk you through it?” George asks. Dream nods in reply. “Alright, um, I had a coding project sent to me today. This guy- Dream-, sent me the silliest, goofiest, project I think I’ve ever seen.”
Dream laughs. “So, like, he sends me a code for a Minecraft Relationship Mod. I laughed, like, immediately reading the description. Dream, but he’s paying me so well for it. Now I have to code a fucking Minecraft Relationship Mod.”
George is laughing with his eyes closed. He opens his eyes to find that it’s darker outside.
Looking over to Dream, George grimaces. Dream is groaning, rolling his shoulders back and sucking in his stomach. His tail is puffed and held straight down.
“Oh,” George huffs. He stands up to look out through the window. The moon is rising.
Dream is borderline yelping now, knees bent and whole body tensed. George can barely think, he doesn’t know what to do besides stand and watch. He watches as Dream’s dog ears grow giant, and his tail lifts to grow. There’s a sickening crack when Dream arches his back, it curves into a hunch. Dream’s screaming, and George can barely watch, covering his eyes at the sight of his boyfriend in pain.
He can hear fur sprouting from Dream’s skin, he can hear his teeth sharpen and a growl rip through the room. George suddenly feels regret sink into his bones, he wants to run out of the room and close the door and never have to stay in the room with the transformation ever again.
Dream’s hand claw, and his screams tear into a low purring sound. George turns around to look through the window. The full moon is entirely up.
Slowly, he turns. Slowly, he sees a rumbling wolf enter his vision.
“H-Hi,” George stammers. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, just then noticing how hard his hands are trembling. “Hey.” He says with more confidence.
The wolf is close, too close. George forgot about standing further away, he shuts his eyes. He can’t run now. It crawls up to his face, leans in so close with its giant snout, George can hear its breath deepening. He feels a big drop of slobber land on his socks. He fights the urge to retch.
Then, gently, as the wolf snuffs him out and sniffs his hair, there’s something wet slipping across his cheek. Then another on the other cheek, then one up from his chin to his forehead. George makes a disgusted noise, and dares to open his eyes.
In front of him, is a giant wolf, his boyfriend, with his tongue out and a big smile on his furry face.
“Oh, god,” George breaks out into a smile. “Oh my god. You’re just a big puppy, aren’t you?”
The wolf licks up his cheek again, and George laughs. He lifts his hand and places it on the wolf’s head, scratching between its ears like George knows Dream likes. It croons, leaning into his tiny hand compared to its head and rubbing at his palm.
“Good boy,” George coos, scratching behind its ear to watch its tail wag at a rapid pace. “Good boy.”
It barks happily at the words. “Can’t believe you said you would hurt me. You’re just a friendly dog.”
“Okay,” George takes his hand away, and the wolf whines. “Let’s go play, yeah? We might have a few dog toys lying around.” The wolf barks, grinning its morbidly sharp teeth at George. “Stay here.”
He walks out of the room, grinning slyly at the dog’s whining from the room. Oh, he is so going to take videos. George jogs down the steps, then opens an extra cupboard where a tennis ball and tug-a-rope are there from when Sapnap stayed over. He pulls both of them out and runs back upstairs.
Two seconds after walking into the room, George is jumped by a giant wolf, jumping and pushing him over to lick all over his face. Its tail is wagging so hard, George is concerned it might fall off.
“Ugh,” George laughs. “You act just the same as when you’re waking me up in the morning. Sloppy, wet kisses.”
The wolf pulls off, and George stands up to throw him the tug-a-rope. It picks it up, then leans all the way it can with the chains to George.
George takes the rope, and pulls on it whilst the wolf pulls back. He straight away falls backwards, because the wolf had pulled too hard in all of its lycanthropic strength. George huffs, picking himself up off the floor for the second time that night. The wolf was waiting for him with its back arched to the floor and tail wagging in the air.
“Oh, you’re a cutie,” George compliments. He walks over to smooth his hand on the wolf’s head.
It preens into the affection. George smiles, petting it for a while. “How about we just cuddle?”
The wolf was too immersed in the petting to focus on the words, so George took it as a yes. He sits at the wall behind the wolf, cross legged, and invites his lap. The wolf grins, then drops to the floor with its head following in George’s lap. George scratched at its ears, petting at the back of his head.
“Such a puppy,” George murmurs, smiling softly at the dog rumbling. “ Aren’t you supposed to be all big and mighty? You’re just a cute little puppy.”
George thinks he could fall asleep like this, the wolf delivering enough warmth to get him going for the rest of his life. He likes the comforting rumbling the wolf gives him on his legs, like a massage, and it's just a big, fluffy mess. George could fall in love with Dream in any form.
He closes his eyes, breathing heavier and slowly feeling everything go darker. “‘Gunna fall ‘sleep.”
George scoffs because the wolf can’t reply with a “Okay, love you, baby.”
He slips into unconsciousness. George could stay like this forever.
It’s morning, and George’s eyes are sticking together. There’s a heavy body in his lap, and he can just barely feel his arm tingle a little.
He looks down, and sees the lovely mass of his sleeping boyfriend, Dream. Back to human. George threads his finger’s through Dream’s sweaty hair, a bit disgusted but too tired to care.
Dream stirs, and he wakes up with a big yawn. “Hi,” he says tiredly to George.
“Good morning, idiot,” George smiles, brushing Dream’s hair out of his face. “Sleep well, you big puppy?”
“Mm,” Dream mumbles, leaving a lingering kiss on George's thigh. “Did anything bad happen?”
“Unfortunately,” George sighs, trying to hide a smile from cracking on his lips. “You did absolutely nothing. We just cuddled and you were just a big puppy.”
He grins as Dream goes completely red, he lifts himself up quickly, covering his face with his hand. He stumbles. After the transformation, Dream is still getting used to his body. “What?”
“I think you’re just embarrassed because you’re just like a golden retriever,” George coos patronizingly. Dream falls backward, landing the carpet with a thud. George crawls next to Dream, on his knees and swipes his fingers across Dream’s forehead. He mutters yuck, and wipes his boyfriend’s sweat on his bare skin.
Dream groans, dragging his hands down his face. “You’re such an idiot.”
“You love me,” George teases, leaving a kiss on Dream’s nose. He then kisses his cheeks, then his eyelids, then his forehead and his chin. George leaves a final, lingering kiss on Dream’s lips.
“Thank you,” George whispers, and kisses Dream again. “For trusting me, I mean.”
Dream smiles, he puckers his lips and George kisses him a third time. “I love you.”
“Yeah,” George hums, with a big, rosy smile. Dream knows that’s his way of saying I love you too. “Okay, idiot, let’s get some clothes on you.”
“Kiss me again,” Dream says. George rolls his eyes and stands up, walking to the door of the room. Dream whines. “Kiss me again!”