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“Just say you hate me…”
George knew it wasn’t true, but his anger had gotten the better of him and he wanted to hurt Dream back.
Who was Dream to take away the crown he’d given him just days before? Who was he to tell George it was for his own good? Without even giving George so much as a choice? Sure, he knew being king was dangerous. Technoblade had threatened his life barely twenty minutes into George’s reign over the greater DreamSMP but that didn’t mean anything. He could defend himself, especially with Dream at his side.
Their fight had ended with George leaving, storming off to his mushroom home in the hill. His vacation home turned permanent. And he had hoped he’d cool off enough to be able to go meet Dream at the community house like he did every night, but his anger festered the more he thought of what happened, and he decided he didn’t want to see Dream that night.
And maybe not even the next night either. If he let his anger keep clouding his mind, that is.
George sighed as he moved within his home, turning the stove off as his kettle whistled, signaling that his water was done boiling. He poured the hot water carefully into his favorite mug, one that Dream had sculpted with his own two shaky hands, before dipping his tea packet into it gently.
The brunet ex-king yawned as he blew over the hot tea, hoping to cool it just a little before taking his first sip. His tongue burned and he huffed in annoyance as he hurried to set the mug down on his wooden kitchen table.
He should be with Dream right now.
Star-gazing and holding hands. Maybe whispering secrets they already knew to each other. Not this, whatever “this” was. Not the distance between the two where George grew angry every time he imagined the blond asshole's stupid porcelain smile mask or the perfect face that hid beneath it.
A knock on the door startled George from his angry thoughts and he glanced out the window in hopes of seeing who was outside his home, only to see the complete darkness of night. He sighed and approached his door cautiously.
He turned the doorknob, his eyes heavy with sleep he had yet to have, and they widened tenfold when he spotted Dream standing on the other side of the door, his mask pushed off to the side so George could see the worry in deep green eyes.
“George,” Dream breathed, his shoulders slumping in relief.
George stared, still wide-eyed, at the blond as he fidgeted in his spot on George’s doorstep. He was nervous and it was with good reason. The audacity he had coming to George’s home after dethroning the brunet was ridiculous.
“Dream,” George whispered back, shocked. Dream ignored him and pushed forward, pulling the brunet into a hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked, not being able to force himself to hug the man back.
Dream shook his head in response and George nearly giggled as blond hair tickled his neck. “I was worried about you,” Dream admitted. “You didn’t meet me at the community house tonight. I thought something might have happened?”
George scoffed, pushing Dream away gently. “Something did happen,” George said, voice harsh. Dream’s eyes hardened and he stepped back, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword that was resting in its sheath at his side.
“Did someone hurt you?” Dream asked. “I’ll find them and end them. Who was it?”
“You,” George said slowly and Dream narrowed his eyes in confusion. “You hurt me.”
“Me?” Dream asked, his hand falling away from the sword.
George nodded. Dream was hard-headed and stubborn, which made him difficult to reason with or talk to sometimes. George both loved and hated that aspect of him, wishing he could get through to the man he loved, but also loving how Dream was able to hold his own, even if the entire world was against him.
“Yes, Dream. You hurt me. You dethroned me without so much as a warning. How do you think that made me feel?” George asked and Dream frowned, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion, and curse George’s brain for thinking he looked cute like that.
“But-” Dream scoffed out a laugh. “I did it because I love you. To protect you.”
George almost laughed in Dream’s face at how angrily the love confession came from him. But he didn’t, instead shaking his head and turning away to walk into his house. He heard the door click shut behind him and he knew Dream was still there.
George slumped down in one of his dining room chairs and reached for his mug. “Dream, please-” He started, already tired of the conversation. Dream didn’t let him finish, moving to kneel in front of his chain quickly, grabbing both of George’s in his own before the brunet could grab his mug.
“George,” Dream said, his eyebrows still furrowed together as he thought of what to say. “I upset you, I know I did… You… You told me just to tell you that I hated you, but I don’t. I could never hate you, baby. I would tear this damn server apart to protect you if I had to, so please, please, don’t ever think I hate you.” George already knew all of this, but Dream kept going. “I love you more than anything. And sure, I can be a dick in showing you my affection sometimes, like today when I dethroned you, but that was for your own good! To keep you out of harm's way! You didn’t even like being king, you just liked the fact that it came with a free castle and a title! But I can give that to you without making anything server official. I’ll hire Sam to build you the biggest castle ever, something fortified and safe. You can be my king, and my king alone and-”
George sighed at Dream’s ongoing babbling, smiling softly at the idea of Dream having a castle constructed just for him, but he didn’t need that. Not when he had all he wanted, right in front of him. “Dream,” George called, catching the man's attention. “Darling, hey.”
Sage green eyes met umber brown, and Dream took a deep breath, letting his shoulder drop as he stared up at George with side eyes.
“Are you with me again?” George asked and Dream nodded slowly, biting nervously at the inside of his cheek. “Good, stay looking at me.”
Dream complied as George leaned forward, pressing the softest of kisses to the blond’s sweaty forehead. Dream let his eyes slip closed as George pulled one of his hands out of his grasp, using it to push back Dream’s hair. “Dream,” George said softly, coaxing the man to re-open his eyes. “I understand why you did it… But it still hurt me, and I’m still upset. You could have at least spoken to me beforehand and explained your plan, I would have backed you a hundred percent. But you didn’t, and you upset a lot of people today.”
Dream nodded, his head dipping in sorrow. “I know… I know,” He mumbled, ashamed. “How do I… How do I fix it, George?” He asked, peering up at his lover through dark eyelashes. George sighed and shrugged one shoulder, still petting through Dream’s hair with one hand.
“First, an apology is in order…” George said and Dream perked up. “To me, and to Sapnap especially.”
Dream nodded. “I can do that. Let me show you how sorry I am, Georgie. Please.”
George stared down at the kneeling man before smiling and nodding. “Go ahead, love. Show me how sorry you are.”
Dream stood quickly and got right to work.
✩
George sucked in a deep breath as Dream moved to lay next to him in bed. They were both naked, their clothes were strewn across the room and Dream’s mask was laying cracked on the floor, having been thrown by George out of annoyance.
“Am I forgiven yet, your majesty?” Dream asked as he wrapped his arms around George. The smaller man rolled his eyes and snuggled into Dream’s side, laying one hand over his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath he took.
He nodded, laughing lightly. “You are, my darling knight.”
Dream hummed, obviously pleased with himself as he played with the hair at the back of George’s neck. “I… really am sorry, George.”
The brunet nodded against Dream’s chest. “I know, Dream. But I forgave you the moment you knocked on the door. I could never stay mad at you… Not for trying to protect me.”
George could feel Dream frown against his head as he pressed a kiss to the top of it. “I think…” Dream hesitated before continuing to speak. “We should leave.”
“Leave?” George shot up, looking down at Dream in shock. “Leave!?” He repeated, still shocked.
Dream nodded, following George’s motions of sitting up. “You and me… And Sapnap, if he’d like. We started this, the three of us. Let’s finish it that way. We can go far away and start over, a new home, no war, no shitty teenagers to piss me off. Just me and you and Pandas.”
George laughed. “We couldn’t do it. We have so much here, our friends, and… and-”
“We could. We could do it. Tonight, even.”
“Well… even if we did, you still need to apologize to Sapnap,” George said, smiling at the thought of getting away. Just him, his lover, and Sapnap. They could even bring Karl and Quackity if they wanted to go. Just the five of them, far away from the drama.
Dream groaned and fell back into George’s bed. “Fuck, I forgot about that…”
George laid back down in Dream’s arms, tracing small shapes gently onto Dream’s scarred stomach causing the blond to shiver in pleasure. They were both quiet for a second, appreciating each other's company before George smirked and snorted.
“You gonna apologize to Sap with a blowjob and mindblowing sex too?” He asked with a laugh. Dream groaned.
“Wha- George! No!”