The air around him smelled like smoke. He laid against the unfurled hay, his finger twirling around red locks. If he tore his gaze away from his partner, he'd see Wilbur dumping buckets of water over a burnt dish of chicken. Of course, as a man who doesn't want to be on the bad side of his boyfriend's dad, he got up, letting Fundy's head slowly fall off his lap and onto the hay, unbothered.

"Hey, Wilbur?" He called out, brushing himself off.

The dad looked over with a glare, his cheeks covered in the darkened ash of the failed dinner. "What do you want?" He asked.

He shifted from foot to foot, avoiding making the oh-so-intimidating eye contact. "I was wondering if you'd like any assistance," he said. "I can help with the rest of dinner or put that out for you as you clean up."

Wilbur looked down at the charred bird and took off his glasses, leaving a pale line of skin untouched by the soot around his eyes. He wiped them off by the hem of his shirt as he regarded Dream. "There's no need for that," he shrugged. "I already burned the rest of the dinner. Might as well bring Fundy back to your house so Schlatt can treat him better than I ever could." He let out a deep sigh. "Damn it, let's reschedule this dinner during a time when Philza's home, that way I can force that old man to cook the meal."

"I'm sure we can recover something?" He suggested, "I was looking forward to this."

"No you weren't. You were going to come in here and throw out these lies to convince me not to try and kill you for getting with Fundy."

"I..."

"Lucky for you, I'm not the swordsman of the family."

"I take it you don't approve of me for Fundy."

"No, absolutely not," Wilbur confirmed. "Literally anyone, or, anything else." He bent down digging through the failed burnt dinner, holding up a sad looking vegetable. "I'd prefer Fundy getting with this radish more than you."

Dream closed his mouth, watching Wilbur clap his hands together to break off the dust. And so, the other continued to talk. "I'm being honest here, Dream. Usually I'd say, don't take it personally, but... y'know," he pointed. "He told me he loved you. He told me where you stand in his future and I hate it."

He looked off at Fundy asleep on thepile of hay, an unsure stare. "Love is a finicky thing though. It can build you up but can also break you down," Wilbur stated.

"I will never break Fundy's heart."

"Don't make promises you can keep. Your family's known to break them."

"But I'm not. Wilbur, I promised Fundy that I would break his curse—"

"And you did. Your family practices witchcraft, the whole concept that put Fundy in danger in the first place! Do you know the term 'fight fire with fire?' It doesn't cancel out anything. It just creates a bigger fire!" He kicked the pile of ash. "Dream, I hate your family. I hate it so much that when Technoblade went out to spar with you, I'd hope he accidentally nip a bit of your neck with his sword and send you home on a stretcher."

Dream stood still. "Uh, Wilbur...?"

"I detest you, but my son loves you so much. I have to push back all my dislike and smile proudly because my son found someone that makes him happy. I even tried to make dinner for you cause I know that if I tried, Fundy would hopefully be the littlest bit grateful." He held out his hand, "just make him happy. I couldn't kill you even if I tried."

Dream shook his hand and nodded. He knew that when he was with Fundy, everything was perfect. He also knew that the world around still continued to move on, and though not everything else was great, he could always look forward to the future.

***

"Hey, no! Dream, go away!" Fundy giggled, pushing away his partner who was warm and sweaty from an early morning run. "You smell!" He groaned.

"I don't smell that bad," he pouted, wrapping his arms around Fundy.

"No it's bad," Fundy said, "go wash up, please! I don't need to see you all sweaty when I'm working."

"When you're working?" Dream hummed, "what about when you're not working?"

Fundy rolled his eyes and turned. He grabbed Dream's shirt and pulled him forward to meet in a kiss. The blond melted in the touch and was instantly pulled away. Fundy glared at him and nudged him towards the door, "go clean up!"

***

"One day," Fundy said as he balanced on a stone in the middle of the creek, "we're going to teach our kid how to fish."

"We?" Dream questioned from his seat, fashioned from an old tree root, sticking out over the ground.

Fundy nodded. "Oui. They'll one hundred percent hate me for the amount of puns and dad jokes I'll toss around but I think he builds character. Plus, they'll have your optimism and dashing smile. We would make great parents. Slightly dysfunctional but overall a great team."

"You said we," Dream hummed, leaning his head into his palm.

Fundy looked up with a smirk. "You signed up for this, babe. I talk about our amazing nonexistent child named Yoghurt or something odd like that, and you just sit there looking pretty."

"Yoghurt? Really?" Dream laughed. "Why not something like Connor?"

The red head grimaced, nearly slipping off his rock. He shook his head. "No, nope! "Never name a child of mine something like Connor," he shuddered.

Dream rolled his eyes. "You're dramatic."

He nodded. "And you have no taste."

***

"Dream?" Fundy called out, but his home was empty. He glanced around the rooms, as if his green cloaked partner would turn up from the shadows.

He let out a sigh and looked back down at the official letter from the king in hand. A quest laid ahead for his partner and Fundy wasn't sure if he was ready to see him go so soon.

***

In constellations and life, there was always a story along with a hidden beauty. Dream and Fundy found their story and they we're excited to live it. Together, they laid under bright stars, bringing up small chatter of their days and thoughts. Though, they'd retreat back inside when the screech of a phantom threatened to third wheel during their time together.

And under the orange glow of lanterns, one would whisper great hopes and dreams into another's ear. Bringing him closer, and nuzzling his head in the crook of the other's neck, they liked this.

Fundy would spend afternoons on projects as Dream attempted to organize the clutter of metal parts around him. He'd smile as his lover slowly began to open up about early memories, ranting about work, bad experiences with Tubbo's cooking, even sometimes he'd talk about his own experience about being cursed... but that's a different tale in itself. For now.

For now, they laid still. Together and full of glee.

"I like this," Dream whispered.

"What do you like?" Fundy questioned.

He propped himself up in bed, his mask pushed to the side as he grinned at Fundy. He brought a hand to tip Fundy's chin and softly kissed his lips. "I like that we never say goodbye, it's always, 'goodnight my love.' And then we just wake up next to one another and I get another kiss from you."

Fundy snorted, pulling the blankets closer to himself. "Goodnight weirdo."

Dream fell back down, turning on his side and laying his head on Fundy's chest, he whispered a soft, "goodnight my love."

The end.

okay drink water, read a paper book, take a nap, eat a snack, have a really great day!

Thank y'all so much for reading and leaving comments, I've enjoyed writing this story and excited to continue the series :D <3