Novelette {Oneshots}

Successor ✧ 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎

𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

𝚃𝚆𝚜: -

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌: George is struggling to accept his fate as heir of the DreamSMP, but Dream is set on it being him.
**This was written before L'Manburg even became independent, so that's why some of it may seem outdated.
Didn't even know about George's arc yet...

𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔
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I perch myself on the end of Clay's bed, swinging my legs as I watch him sort through papers. He paces up and down the length of the small temporary accommodation, occasionally stopping to read an important section.

"Declaration of independence created by Wilbur Soot and the people of L'Manburg" he reads aloud, flicking through some of the attached pieces. "Set to be signed by the leaders of the revolution." He reads off more names, ones I used to hear in the streets. Some of our own guards, turned to the side of revolution.

"President Soot personally requests a meeting with the king, as well as his successor." Clay shoots me a smile. "Well, that'd be you."

I shift uncomfortably, remembering the events of earlier today when I was alone. What people said to me when Dream wasn't around.

"How long do you think it'll take him to betray?"

"Bets that he's the one who'll sell us out to the rest of those Europeans."

"They all think I'm a traitor."

Apparently I said that last bit out loud, as Clay suddenly looks up with worried eyes. "What?" he asks, shock evident in his tone. I sigh, slightly confused as to how he hasn't noticed yet.

"The people. They think I'll betray them." Clay sets the papers down on the side, sitting up in bed against the headboard. He pats the space next to him, and I shake my head.

"They think I'll sell us out" I tell him, directing my gaze to my lap. "I'm British, after all. The Europeans are all part of the revolution, they think it's only a matter of time until I turn to their side."

Before I can stop them the tears are falling, dripping onto my sleeves and soaking through my clothes. "I can't rule this land..." I mutter with a trembling voice. "The people don't trust me. How would they ever accept a British king?"

I look towards the closed door, to where a kingdom awaits outside. One I'm destined to lead one day, as Dream's successor. If he's killed in the war, I'm supposed to take his place.

If Dream is-

"Promise me you won't leave me here" I plead, turning to face him. "Promise me you'll survive this war, and I won't be left in charge of this land. Nobody will trust me, I'll be overthrown-"

"That won't happen" Clay reassures me. He pats the space beside him on the bed again, and I give in. Slowly I shuffle towards him, remaining a little away from him. "You're my boyfriend, of course they'll accept you. As my decision, they trust me. So they'll trust you as well."

"They won't" I sob. "The people hate me! And for what, a war I can't control! I swear I'm not a traitor Dream! Why can't they see that?!"

Clay stretches his legs out in front of him, and I desperately clamber into his lap, wrapping my arms around him for comfort. My hands grab at fistfuls of his shirt, a little hard when his armour covers most of it.

"Hey... it's okay..." Clay soothes. He runs his hand through my hair, wrapping the other around me tightly to caress my back. "It's not!" When my sobbing only gets worse he pulls away, opting for a different approach.

Then his lips press to mine, and I can't help but sigh in relief. Reminded of the warmth as he kisses me, that sensation that creates butterflies in my stomach, beating their wings against my chest. That giddy high that he makes me feel, sick but in the most addictive way possible.

He hugs me tighter, with such a grip that feels like he'll never let go. I feel safe, here in his arms. "You're going to be okay" he tells me. Softly, mumbling the words against my forehead. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here with you, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

I want to thank him for everything over the years. Tell him he's already done so much, that he doesn't need to do anymore.

Because with him by my side, I always feel safe.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 748
(I always thought George would be the traitor on the smp. I have two more of these George traitor ones...)