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This literally came in my dream when I was napping after I saw the hyunjin insta post Lolol so I thought might as well make it into a texting story cuz why tf not right?
Warning: a weeeeee bit suggestive
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Mod's note: I am sleep deprived, it's 3am, there's a million musical references in there and I had to google whether if gwash or king George was older (it was gwash, king George was 6 years younger apparently) and gwash was 188cm (6'2) and kgiii was 178cm (5'10) tall so uhm... Use that info how you'd like.
This fic was procrastinated for a whole day and I only finished it today after the dentist almost drilled my teeth off. /j So this is either the best thing you've read or the worst... Don't expect anything good idk what I've created π₯π₯
Fic and reference under the cut β‘
George = gwash
King George = well... King George the third the fuck did you expect. /j (I promise I am a decent human being and I will not curse at your face I am just incredibly sleepy and awake at the same time and I want to be funny π₯²)
Anon = anonymous ask user thingy cus this is inspired by a fucking Tumblr thread and my imagination took it too seriously (same for this one)
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George sighs as the knocking gets louder and louder from the palace door. "Who is it?" He half-asked half-yelled out, rubbing his temples.
"It's anon, Sir" one of the guards said, bowing with his head down as George walked past him.
"The hell is an anon?" And before the guard could answer him, he opened the palace door as he prepared for whatever monstrosity that could be on the other side.
To his surprise, it was a small person, they had nothing with them, and well.... It's what George would only describe as 'what the absolute fuck'.
Just then, King George walked out from the Hall, seemingly uninterested in whatever was happening. Wearing one of his classic silk red robes that stretch along the floor as he walks with feathers all around. Something you'd think would be expensive, and it is indeed, very expensive.
He was just about to walk off into the kitchen until something seemingly made him snap his head to the door. "Who-" he was just about to ask before the so called 'anon' started speaking.
"Hello Greg Washingmachine" the 'anon' started, which made king George almost laugh out loud by the Obsurdity of the name. But before George and his flabbergasted expression could answer, the 'anon' somehow licked George's forehead with... Slobber?
"WHAT T-" George practically screamed out but got interrupted by the little guy again. "Okay, Goodbye Greg Washingmachine" and with a simple wave, the said 'anon' somehow morphed into a literal rock and flew away, leaving the poor George slightly traumatized and also flabbergasted at the same time.
"Grab me a towel" he turned to the guards, but they were already one step ahead of him. "Oh,," Taking the towel from the silver tray the guard was holding, he wiped his face free from the slobber and put it back on the tray soon after with a absolutely disgusted expression.
"I wasn't going to give a shit about what you were doing but 'greg washingmachine' is, politely, fucking hilarious." King George commented, leaning against the wall of the hallway that connects the front door with the rest of the palace. Snickering as he watched George's expression change from disgusted to just being done with him.
"It is most definitely not" George pulled himself together, trying to protect any slip of dignity he had left as he walked over to the shorter man.
"It is, though." King George replied, looking slightly upwards towards the older man, trying not to laugh by the thought of what just happened.
"In what way is it funny, hmm?" George walked closer to him with a small smirk that shows he knows what exactly he is doing, making the shorter take a step back.
"It just is, you anti-fun manchild" King George looked at the other with a teasing smile, his hands both behind his back. Standing like a child teasing their friend, but in an adult body.
George scoffed, almost personally offended by the title 'anti-fun manchild', then hit back with "well at least I know how to run an army" as a last resort to winning this argument.
"And I can run a kingdom, hello? The palace you're living in because of me?" The younger guy easily saw through his bluff, but chose to play along anyway, not noticing that his back was, indeed very close to the wall behind him.
George had to pause for a second, king George was correct, he was living in the younger's palace, he was living off of the younger's money, well most of his expenses, and king George does basically everything for his old ass! Then a comeback came to his mind. "Well your kingdom is horrible anyway, you're running one, you're just not running it right."
He tried to act nonchalant, but just noticing the distance between him and King George made his cheeks heat up just a bit against his own will.
"My kingdom is running fine. Your colonies just do not like being apart of it." King George scoffed. "Ungrateful swines." He proceeded to add under his breath.
George was about to just leave it at that, being still tired and done from whatever the hell happened earlier today until he heard the younger say 'ungrateful swines'. His head snapped back to the shorter man. "Of course. Because taxation without representation is 'fine'." George said with way more sarcasm than he intended to.
Without thinking, George took a step closer to King George, causing the younger's back to hit the wall, his eyes widening as a soft shade of pink flushed through his face, making him look absolutely adorable.
"Yes,, it is fine" King George replied, his voice sounded shakey and both hands now by his side instead of behind him. The tension was think, and the silence was even louder.
King George looked away, not being able to hold the eye contact for any longer, but as he felt George walk one more step closer to him and place a hand on his waist, their faces definitely less than one fully armed battalion apart. The younger's face burned brigher than the fire Eliza used to burn Hamilton's letters.
A large hand was placed under King George's chin, lifting him back up to face the taller man, their lips inches apart.
"Mhmm... whatever you say, sweetheart"
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Reference!! (I don't use lightmode but when I saved the image it was somehow in light mode idk)
(I have also reblogged this on both this and my main blog so you can find it under this post somewhere if you want to :P)
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