MCYT Oneshots

au!Dream + au!jschlatt - Royalty

Y/N - Your Name

(Ok I know this is going to be nothing like irl royalty, but this is just for fun so 🙂
This could potentially be a part one?? I'll leave it on a cliffhanger 😉)

READER PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

Princess Y/N sat, bored at the meeting table of her castle. Her father, the king,  never let her partake, but insisted she sat there. Stupid.

To occupy herself, Y/N went about what she did every time during these meetings. Stared at the people around her.

Today, she focused her eyes on none other that the head of the Royal Guard himself, Sir Dream.

His dirty blond hair had grown long during his time serving Y/N's family. When he came to them, he had a shaved head. Y/N smiles fondly at the memory of how young Sir Dream looked back then.

His white, smiling mask sat on his face, shielding whatever looks he had underneath. Y/N often pictured how he'd look underneath. She pictured severe blue eyes, and a strong, stubbled jaw.

As the talking died down, Y/N didn't notice Sir Dream staring right back at her as she gets lost in her head. She also didn't notice everyone else getting up and leaving in a huff.

"Uhh, Your Majesty?" Dream says, standing up. Y/N keeps staring for a few seconds, and Dream purses his lips under his mask.

"Princess Y/N?" He calls out louder. Y/N finally snaps out of her daze and focuses on the room around her.

"Where'd everyone go?" She asks, standing quickly with a blush on her cheeks.

"They left, Your Majesty, the meetings over." Dream informs her, and her blush deepens.

"Oh I'm so sorry! You didn't have to wait behind, Dream!" Y/N squeaks, embarrassed.

Y/N had known Dream from childhood, her weekly visits were specifically for meeting up with Dream, they played and laughed.

What a simple time it was.

Now, as a 6'3, muscular, armour clad Dream stood before her, she ached to be a child again. She wanted to be able to be close with him.

"Uh, yeah no it's fine." Dream mumbles.

He loved her.

She didn't know it. No one else could. It was his little secret.

The way her hair fell perfectly every day, how she always dressed right, how angelic she was. Dream loved it all. He wants nothing more then to wrap Y/N up in his arms and kiss her, tell her how he's felt for all these years.

But he couldn't.

He'd be executed.

A while later...

Dream was set to guard Y/N this afternoon. He'd stand or sit in the adjoining room to protect her and listen for her call.

Seems like the perfect arrangement for a knight who's hopelessly in love with the princess he's guarding, right?

Wrong.

"Heyyy, Y/N!" Greets the confident voice of Prince Jonathan Schlatt, Y/N's friend.

"Schlatt!" Y/N exclaims happily.

She runs over to the tall man, and jumps a little to reach his neck and wrap her arms around it. Schlatt lets out a little 'oof!' at the impact.

Dream seethes with jealousy as he leans against the doorframe of the room he would stay in that night.

"When did you get here?" Y/N asks.

"Just about a half hour ago. Y'know your security is shit." Schlatt replies, smirking the smirk that Dream loathed every time he saw it.

"It's not shit! It's just thorough." Y/N argues, but Schlatt rolls his eyes.

"So.. what's news? Any other hot men in your life?" Schlatt asks, Y/N blushes and frantically gestures towards Dream. Schlatt turns and eyes Dream. "What's he doing here?" Schlatt inquires rudely, grinning at Dream.

"Guarding me? I thought you were supposed to be smart?" Y/N teases and Schlatt turns to her with a more pleasant smile.

"So he's a guard dog? I thought he just followed you cause he was a lovesick puppy." Schlatt sneers. Dream glares at him through the mask.

Schlatt somehow figured out that Dream loved you. And oh boy, did Schlatt use every chance to tease and ridicule him for it.

"I'm here to work, so please, don't let me bother you." Dream replies coldly, a hint of venom in his words.

"Boys, boys. Calm yourselves." Y/N butts in. Dream relaxes his tense shoulders and Schlatt unclenches his jaw.

"Anyway, Y/N. What shall we do?" Schlatt changes the subject.

That night...

"Let's play two truths one lie." Schlatt says, Y/N tilts her head, and agrees hesitantly.

"Ok, I'll go first," Schlatt announces, "number one, my eyes are yellow. Number two, Sir Dream over there is hopelessly in love with you. And three, I love you."

Y/N gulps. Those were some crazy statements. Schlatts eyes aren't yellow but...

The other two can't be true, right?

"Well, I think the lie is that your eyes are yellow." Y/N replies, and Schlatt gives her a smile.

"Well done." He congratulates.

"Wait, but that means that you and Dream are in lov-" Y/N starts, but Schlatt cuts her off.

He leans in and presses his lips to hers. Y/N's breath is stolen from her lungs and she freezes.

And, for a second, just before Schlatt pulls away, she kisses back.

Dream is shaking with rage. How dare Schlatt! How dare he touch her, kiss her!

Dream strides quickly over to Schlatt and grabs him by the collar. He pulls him off Y/N's bed and on to the floor.

"Dream? What are you doing?" Y/N asks, voice distraught.

"Yeah man, what're you doing?!" Schlatt yells.

"Get the fuck off her!" Dream snaps at Schlatt. Y/N furrows her eyebrows.

"Why? Why should I get off her?" Schlatt asks with a slight smile.

"Because- because..." Dream trails off.

"He won't say it. Y/N, I wasn't lying. He loves you!" Schlatt exclaims. Dream throws at punch at Schlatt and it hits him square in the jaw.

Schlatt cradles his jaw and glares at Dream.

"I'm gonna get you arrested for that." Schlatt hisses.

Dream breathes heavily. "I don't regret it." He glowers.

Y/N sits on her bed, glancing between the two men she loves so much.

"Well, maybe I'll make you regret it by doing this." Schlatt murmurs before grabbing Dream's mask and pulling it off forcefully.

TO BE CONTINUED...