After meeting at a ball, Dream has taken a liking to Prince George and the way he blushes so pretty. But Dream's a bit of a cocky bastard and George doesn't like that.
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"You never left your fucking land until a fragile prince with a pretty face walked into the picture," he snarled, charging forward.
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"We're not so different, you and I," the king began, lifting the bone mask from his face and glaring down with piercing green eyes that marked his enemy's last breaths.
He tossed it to the ground, before pressing his foot down on the trembling man's chest. Ignoring the pleading and clawing, he raised his sword above his head, body taut, using all his strength when he snapped back down like a rubber band.
"I've got a bit of an ego myself."
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//cover art created by @GlitchedFlames on Twitter
TW AND CW IN FIRST CHAPTER
[Dnf-centric, with SBI Found Family, platonic Niki & Wilbur, minor clingyduo friendship and rivals]
Dream's a total nerd, he's pop-punk and has no business in the tiny homophobic shit hole he calls high school. Pretty much no one knows he exists, and the people who do, hate his guts. No surprise there, he's a self-absorbed ass hole with a cocky personality. George, on the other hand, is rich, popular, and has been dragged into football since he was in middle school. If he got caught even looking at Dream, it'd be social suicide.
*Smut warning*
*Cuss word warning*