something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

part two || chapter twelve

C.W. - smut

Dream had awoken this morning with the most perfect being in his arms. It took so much out of him to leave George alone. But he figured he'd make things more difficult for them both if he stayed. So he slipped out of George's lush bed and made his way back to his room.

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He had heard that George was out with Technoblade this morning. So he took his time getting ready. He left the comfort of his room and ate a small breakfast in the kitchen. He found himself thinking about George all morning, something that shouldn't shock him by now.

He walked out into the garden with Max. A figure sat on the grass writing in a book. Prince Wilbur.

Max happily ran up to him.

"Hello Max." Wilbur greeted kindly when he noticed the large beast. He looked around and when his eyes landed on Dream he smiled "Hello Dream."

"Your Highness." He bowed "I'm sorry about him." Max flopped on Wilbur resting his head on his lap.

"Oh nonsense. You know how much I love him. And what did I say about 'your highness' it's Wilbur."

Dream laughed a bit "I know. I know."

"Please. Sit." Wilbur offered. "It's been too long since we've talked. Just us."

"I suppose you're right." Dream sat.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Pardon?" Dream almost broke out into a sweat

"Somethings bothering you."

"H- how could you-"

"I've told you before, I have this thing, where I can usually tell what people are thinking. Even if they're not aware of what they're thinking it themselves." Wilbur opened his notebook again and wrote one or two things down.

"It's nothing. Really."

"You're in love." Wilbur stated as if it were the most casual and obvious thing. "Don't even try 'n deny it."

Dream's shoulders sagged a bit. He looked down and spoke softly "someone I'm not supposed to love."

"Mm" Wilbur hummed in acknowledgment

"It's the kind of love that -hurts- Wilbur. He's kind and thoughtful and- and smart and and-"

"Pretty?" Wilbur asked writing in his notebook seemingly only half paying attention

"Gorgeous!" Dream exclaimed "I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to give him everything. I would do anything he asked of me. If he wanted it, I would cut out my own heart and hand it to him and ask for nothing in return."

"Sounds like a catch."

"God he- he's like nothing else I've ever seen" Dream flopped down on the grass looking up at the clouds. Distantly, he wondered if it might rain.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Try to forget how I feel? Treat him how I did when I first met him? Bury my feelings in the darkest corners of my mind and repress my aching heart."

His aching heart, which resides across the continent. And my aching heart which resides with him.

"If that's what you believe is the right thing to do." Wilbur wrote one more thing down in his notebook "Help me out-" he said changing the subject starting to read from his book in a form of spoken poetry "On the path of least resistance, I find myself salting the Earth. Every time that I miss you. I feel the way you hurt. And I don't deserve you. You deserve the world. It feels like-" and he stopped tapping his pencil on the page. "I don't know what to say next. Something about our similarities. Something about being connected or the same." Wilbur said looking like he was talking to himself more than Dream "You know how you can sculpt and create things from clay and mud?" Wilbur asked