꧁𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕_𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤꧂

viii.

" hi! i really like your fluff, so i wanna request something if you're still taking those! basically some fluff where dream is a prince and george is one of the palace cooks, and one day dream finds him struggling to cook something and helps him with it because he has a secret passion for cooking. "
idea made by- @eclipticcomet

of course, darling! so sorry about the wait!
idk if this is considered fluff but i tried—

[i used google translate so i'm sorry if i got this wrong, but "aisling" means "dream" in irish.]

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ah yes, clay dream, the only known-living prince of the kingdom of aisling.
prince clay was a strange young man; he hid behind his well-known circular and white shaped mask, with two black, small holes for eyes and a black smile that was stretched across it. prince clay grew up with his older brother, techno, who had disappeared long before his early teen years.

the pink-haired prince disappeared out of thin air. many servants, warriors, and their parents searched far and wide for him, but nothing was found.
as the years flew by, the people decided that prince techno— the oldest of the two remaining heirs— had died, leaving the kingdom in prince clay's hands.

after finishing his duties, prince clay advanced towards the silver handles of his bedroom door, pushing the door aside and making his way to the emerald green bed before him. he kicked off his shoes— and yes, clay did not have as much manners as his "late" brother techno— and threw his mask off.

he sighed, staring at the picture of him and his family. he was determined to find out what truly caused his elder brother's disappearance— he HAD to have closure. if he could not have it, then he would not leave it alone inside of his head.

he decided that cooking could put his mind at ease. prince clay's secret love for cooking wasn't well-heard of. people refused to allow a royal/rich figure, let alone a PRINCE, cook their own dishes.

clay decided that now would be the perfect time to flourish his secret talent for cooking by himself. he got up and got appropriately dressed and made his way down to the kitchens.
because of how big the royal palace was, there were multiple kitchens to store all kinds of delicious goods and flavorful ingredients.
clay never complained— it was in his nature to be extremely polite, even if he hated someone. he was just unusual like that, he guessed.

as he made his way down to one of the more secluded kitchens, he couldn't help notice a smaller man. he knew of him, but he had never actually had a conversation with the chef before.
he chuckled as the chef cursed, trying to keep one of the pans from catching on fire. he quietly approached him.

"you're supposed to turn the heat down while you stir it," clay told him. the chef nearly jumped out of his skin, holding back a high-pitched scream and turning around to stare at him as if he were a monster.

"what the hell?! i was cooking!" he whisper-shouted, afraid to disturb the other servants. clay raised an eyebrow, as if to say "oh really?" the older chef sighed and turned down the heat, continuing to stir the ingredients inside.

"i'm surprised you haven't swooned for me yet," clay chuckled. the chef turned to glare at him, "i'm not like them— god, that sounded 'quirky'— but i don't swoon for men like that." prince clay nodded.

"who are you, anyway?" the chef asked, turning over to a larger pot and pouring the cooked ingredients inside of it. clay raised an eyebrow at that, "does he really not know who i am? dang, wilbur was right, he IS new."

"i'm clay, prince clay," he informed him. the chef nearly jumped out of his own skin AGAIN. "oh, oh wow— i'm sorry—" the chef suddenly felt bad, almost fearful. he was only here for two weeks and he had ALREADY messed up! he was definitely getting sent away for sure.
"you really don't have to apologize, ..." clay silently asked him for his name. the chef shook away what he was thinking and replied, "george. just— just george."
clay went silent, admiring the smaller man's dark brown eyes. george looked almost as if he were weirded out, turning away to hide any embarrassment and continued working on cooking the dish in front of him. he swore he saw the young prince smirk, but he decided to forget it instead.

"so.. what's your whole.. i don't know, life.. story?" clay asked awkwardly. george hummed for a second and murmured, "well, there's nothing to it. both of my parents have a talent for cooking and since there are job offerings here, my parents kept telling me 'do it!' and other things like that. to be honest, i'm not good with cooking at all. i'm only doing it for my family's happiness. how about you?" clay processed the new information, storing it away inside of his brain. he came back as george snapped his fingers in front of his face. "hello? you good?" clay quickly nodded.

"my life story is what everyone knows. i have an older brother named techno, but he's supposedly 'dead.' my mom and dad take care of all of the important stuff and i have to become the king someday. i'm not looking forward to it," clay replied. george frowned at the last part, "why would you feel bad about it? you have this big opportunity to rule an entire kingdom. AN ENTIRE KINGDOM. i think almost anyone would wanna do that." "yeah, but it's better if it isn't me that does it. i can be reckless." george frowned at that as well. "i don't think you are. if anything, i am." clay smiled at that. it was nice to not be surrounded by crowds of screaming girls and even some screaming boys.

george poured in some flour for a cake that he was supposed to make, stirring it slowly to ensure it didn't clump up or anything. flour had gotten all over him from when he spilled it several times, with the prince laughing behind him. george rolled his eyes and continued onward with his project.

"do you need me to help you?" clay politely offered. "i thought you didn't know anything about cooking? you're a prince, after all!" he yelled as some of the hot oil accidentally burned his arm.

"well, as long as you keep it a secret, i actually cook in my spare time," he grinned. george continued to pay more attention to his own natural disaster, trying to avoid getting splashed with hot oil again. prince clay snorted at the scene before him and gently tugged at the chef's arm. "what?" he asked. the prince replied, "watch me. i can help, i promise." george hesitantly nodded, afraid that something bad might happen.

he turned away to grab a towel and poured cold water on it. he wrapped it around his burns, delighted to find that it slightly made them less painful to deal with it.

"watch and learn!" clay grinned, masking his worry for the older male beside him. "maybe i should get a healer in here.. those burns don't look good," he thought. george playfully glared at him but watched him anyway, standing about two feet away from him and watching him work his magic.

~time skip because i'm lazy~

"wow," george whispered, admiring the finishing product. "see? a prince can cook as well as a chef," clay grinned, showing off his fine work.
"anyways, i really need to get back to my chambers before my parents begin to worry. thanks for keeping me company," clay told him. george smiled, understanding.

before the young prince could leave the room, george wondered aloud, "hey! why did you come down here, in the first place?"

the prince thought for a second before turning back around with a grin. "to see you, of course," he joked. george rolled his eyes again and laughed. he winked at george and walked away, climbing up the stairs.

before he closed the door behind him, he shouted, "goodbye flour boy! i hope we can do this again!"

george smiled and turned back to the finished product of both his and clay's work. "yeah.. i hope to see you too."

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y'all see what i did there... 😏
FLOWER BOYYYY... FLOUR BOYYY...