The Viscount Who Loved Me {Dreamnotfound}

Harmony

Soft morning light fills the bedroom as George stares at the roof, tracing his fingers along his lips, futilely trying to replicate the feeling of Dream's against his. The feeling of Dream's arms around his waist still seemed to hold him tight, refusing to let him slip into a peaceful night of sleep. Instead keeping him awake with the idea of seeing him again. Of kissing him again. His cheeks tingly with the heat that has bubbled there, the memory making his head spin. His breathing still picks up at the memory of how Dream's hand had run through his hair.

"Mister Davidson?" A voice calls from the other side of the door, making him jump. "The baths are ready,"

Fundy walks out of the bathing rooms, the smell of soap following him as his eyes avoid George's. The elder's shoulder slumped hopelessly. Their mother walks up beside him, a dressing gown wrapped around her as she had just left her own bath.

"You should try the lily soap again today," she muses comfortingly. "It is good for the nerves,"

"Where is your brother?" Lady Puffy asks as she paces back and forth in the morning room. "He should be here by now,"

"Perhaps he is still waiting at the altar for Mister Fundy," Skeppy offers with a snicker as he collects some morning tea from the small table beside the couch.

"There will be no mockery today," His mother warns.

"He mocks me incessantly," Tubbo grumbles pointing at Tommy, from where he is versing him in a game of chess.

"Are we not overlooking the benefit of this..." Niki pauses searching for a less insensitive word from where she sits on the couch, book in hand. "Tragedy?"

"Leftover cake?" Tubbo asks, turning excitedly to face his elder sister.

"And wonder why I mock you?" Tommy asks making the elder siblings chuckle, earning a firm glare from their mother. Toby pokes his tongue out in return, turning back to the brother closest to his age, moving his chess piece.

"Brother!" Quackity greets as Dream walks in the room. "How good of you to join us,"

"Have you all eaten?" Dream asks, ignoring his brother, but before he can hear their responses his mother swiftly walks towards him.

"You will need to break your fast later," she tells him. "For now, it is of the utmost importance that we act swiftly to limit the damaging consequences of the unfortunate events of your—"

"Bungled nuptials?" Skeppy offers cheekily, cutting her off, and if looks could kill, he would be dead on the floor from the way that Lady Puffy looked at him.

"Is all of this truly happening because a woman merely changed her mind?" Niki asks with a scoff as she slams her book shut.

"Unfortunately so, Niki," her mother confirms quickly, clearly not in the mood for her daughters antics. "Yet, I suppose the reason does not signify. We simply must deal with the consequences," Lady Puffy breathes in deeply, casting an apologetic look to her daughter, the stress of a potential scandal clearly taking its toll. "Now, I think it a pleasant morning for promenade," she voices. All the children let out a collective groan, their heads thrown back in a childish manner. "Together, united, as the most respectable family that we still very much are,"

"Respectable?" Dream scoffs softly as he picks up a grape. "A respectable family is headed by a gentleman, is it not?" He asks as he moves to stand behind where his brothers sit on the couch.

"Brother... Is there something more we should know?" Quackity asks. "Or, perhaps, more than just I should know?" He adds quietly, holding his book in front of his mouth in a futile attempt to hide their conversation from their family.