DNF Smut & Fluff

The Axolotl Prince

Dream was a prince, he was a royal.

He wasn't supposed to be an axolotl.

Dream was just on his way to a neighboring kingdom, he was supposed to be signing off on a peace treaty between the two rivaling kingdoms.

Then the moment he stepped foot into the Mushroom Kingdom, he was turned into a damn axolotl.

He knew it was a horrible idea to go through with this treaty. He regretted it even though it was his idea. He should have known that those Mushroom people would never change.

The moment he stepped inside, a witch had turned him against his will. Despite his pleads, despite his begs.

She said, "It is to help history, to fulfill your destiny."

Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

Then, with no more context, he was sent into the wild.

So here he was, sitting next to a frog with beady black eyes. It had been an hour, and the frog had decided that he wouldn't drag his eyes away from the other green amphibian. Dream was starting to think he was a creep, or maybe even a serial killer frog.

If those even existed.

And so he sat on a mossy log in the pouring rain with a creep of a frog, as he waited for his destiny to be fulfilled.

George

When George heard the news that their guest hadn't arrived, panic surged through him. He raced through the halls, hoping that somehow he had wandered in, maybe he was lost, maybe he was just looking around.

But nothing.

Dream was supposed to arrive three hours ago. And if he didn't, or if he had gotten lost, it would be pinned on George and his kingdom. If they didn't find him, this would mean the rivalry between the Mushroom Kingdom and The Kingdom of Time would finally result in war.

And George's kingdom couldn't handle war. They were low on resources and were hurting. Their fields were dying. Even when George and his father's specialty was to bring life to the earth, soil, and plants, they were barely able to keep their crops alive for more than half the season.

The entire kingdom was crumbling.

And this treaty was supposed to fix it.

"Prince George," George turned around, his white freckles and cherry red eyes turning to face the guard who called after him. George was considered the most beautiful person in the family line. His features favored his mother, the ones of a forest nymph, almost resembling a mushroom. His ears were pointed and his lean and petite figure was all magical.

His human features, though, were all his father's. His jaw was sharp and his hair was the coffee brown that he shared with the king. His shoulders were widely set and his waist was thin and fragile.

The child of a nymph, the child of a man. The child of a kingdom brought up by his parents.

He was supposed to be their legacy, and right now he was failing them. Letting his nation fall and being unable to do anything about it.

"Your father demands your presence." Demands. George thought his father was a kind man. Not often did he demand to see his son. So George knew this had to be important.

"Yes, of course," George said as he took a deep breath. His father could not know about the absence of Prince Dream. He couldn't worry him any more than he already was.

George made his way down the corridor toward the throne room. He opened the door and kneeled on one knee before his father, bowing his head and resting his arm against his thigh. "Father, you have requested me,"