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A Musical Confession

Chapter One: Lovers Rock

Characters: Eddie Munson and Gn!Reader

Warnings: cursing, id call this slow burn(ish), nothin else its just sweet

After attending enough of his shows at The Hideout, Eddie finally decided to approach you and with an offer...

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Only because i, personally, am terrible about remembering this:

Gn reader = Gender Neutral reader

Y/LN = Your Last Name(i write it weird so just in case it trips anyone up <3)

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"Alright, so this one is a bit different than our usual uh.." Eddie trailed off, giving his drummer a quick glance and a cocky smile before looking back at the few pairs of eyes watching him. "Style. But we wanted to give it a try. We're calling it, Lovers Rock."

You watched from a booth in the corner, near a window where you could watch the band but keep your space from the drunks since you were alone. You had first taken an interest in Eddie at school where you talked with his friends on occasion, but after learning of their band and where they played, you took a new interest in him at The Hideout every Tuesday that they were scheduled to play. You haven't missed a show yet. Having grown up on rock, their covers and original songs were right up your alley and it always felt nostalgic hearing the songs.

The two of you had talked some, briefly, and not a whole lot was exchanged, but you two certainly had been introduced to one another though that was about it. Not that you didn’t want to get to know him as well as you knew his friends, he was simply… a bit intimidating.

Unlike you, Eddie decided a while ago to wait on you until you were comfortable enough to talk to him. He really wanted to talk to you but felt better if it was on your terms as he was well aware of how people saw him. Though, with your more grunge way of dressing and the fact that you talk to his friends so easily and freely gave him hope that you’d come around.

That didn’t stop him from wondering about you. What you were like, how you talked, your little habits if he made you nervous. But he waited. Until now. Even if his message to you was subtle.

From the stage, things grew alive as they started to play. People perked up as they realized how different this song was starting. Eddie's eyes wandered the crowd but per usual, they found you. He held your gaze as he sang the lines.

"Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?" He raised his brows a bit at the question, almost trying to tell you it was for you. He was a bold man, as everyone knew, but you were far from stupid enough to believe he would write a song to make a confession.

“I’m tryna tell you something. Something that I've already said.” Breaking the eye contact as he continued, unfazed by his own actions. Looking like he was on autopilot but oh, was he aware of what he was doing and quite excited to be executing it.

"You like a pretty boy." A smile couldn't help but pull at his lips. He tried to fight it but especially as he looked at you again, and tried real hard to drop the hints, he felt a little bubble of laughter in his throat at the lyrics which were aimed at himself. All he could do was hope you would realize it. "With a pretty voice."

You furrowed your brows at that. Watching him close now, the tapping of his foot to the beat, the way he strummed and fingered the strings, the way his body swayed just a little as he played and he nodded his head, how a little smile broke when singing certain lyrics, his eyes which floated over the crowd or kept closed unless he was looking your way, the only time he looked like he was really looking at someone. There was a purpose there, you were sure of that.

“But if you’re too drunk to drive and the music is right, she might let you stay. but just for the night.”

He tried hard to keep from looking your way, almost wanting to avoid looking in your direction at all. In case you didn't like it or secretly did see him as weird and a freak like the vast majority. It felt like a magnetic pull to you though. When mention of being together or of a kiss, he just had to check. Had to make sure you were still looking, still interested, still, hopefully, understanding.

“Because love, can burn like a cigarette… and leave you alone with nothing.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he was singing about a memory. A situation he has already been in before that he thought about, unable to get out of his mind for so long that he had to use his creative liberties to help get it off his mind. He probably just enjoyed his creation so much that even as on the nose as it was, he just had to perform it. All that threw you off was his looks at you.

If this was about some lover of his, why was he looking at you the way he was and at the times he was. Looking at you in just the right way to put your heart in your stomach and butterflies so heavy you swear they are going to choke you.

He sang the softness of the lyrics so perfectly like he wasn’t playing Metallica right before this. It tugged at your heartstrings a bit at how much of himself he was practically putting out there with this song, that someone had this much of an effect on him and was on his mind that much. A little part of your mind was longing for it to be you and wishing he was singing about a hopeful scenario with you. The more logical part of yourself hushed the wish, you hardly even knew him and he didn’t know you so in what world would he ever be singing to you, you told yourself over and over.

A sliver of hope couldn't help but remain.

The song came to a slow ending with merged voices singing soft ‘do do do’s behind his round-up of the chorus about cigarettes. The 8 drunks and two tables of people clapped and a few cheered. You joined in, watching as he made a dramatic bow with his arms outstretched and a content look plastered to his face as he scanned the people. A bit of hesitation was there until he got to your spot as if he was checking to see if you stuck around which in turn just made you clap and cheer a little bit louder.

Eddie laughed to himself, flipping his guitar around behind his back. He tentatively worked on putting his guitar pick back on his necklace as Jeff leaned in to tell him they were all going to head to the back room and order food.

“Alright, I’ll be there in just a minute. Take her for me will you?” He asked, already taking his guitar off and handing her over.

You couldn’t help but watch him. As he seemed to get his pick back on his chain, he got off stage and headed your way instead of walking out of sight with his friends. Not wanting to get your hopes up in case he was going to walk to some other table, you looked down to your table before distracting yourself by stirring the ice around your drink.

“You really are persistent with not missing a show, huh?” Eddie said, plopping down in the booth in front of you. Your head popped up and you must have looked pretty surprised as he smiled and let out a little laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, no you’re fine.” Your nerves couldn’t help but rack up, making it hard to keep your eyes anywhere near him. “Why uh, why are you over here Munson?”

“Ouch, Y/LN, don’t like me that much!?” He leaned forward, hand over his heart and he tried his best to act hurt.

“Well hold on now! You know I didn’t mean that-” You leaned toward him, not being able to help a smile as he furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at you. “I think you’re lovely, but you never wander over to people after your shows, unless I was just never around for that era, but… whatcha doin’ man?”

Eddie leaned back, holding a small smile as he just stared you down for a moment in silence, making you nervous and a bit flustered as you stubbornly tried to hold eye contact but continued to look away.

“Well… you know how all my friends do our DnD things, yeah? And I know you like them so I was just wondering, would you like to come sit in a session with us?” You just kinda stared at him for a moment in surprise and awe and he decided to busy himself by digging his rings out of his pocket. “I mean you… you can just say no. Just figured maybe that way you can hang with the guys and maybe see that I'm not as big and scary as you might think.”

You leaned back against the booth, crossing your arms as you hummed, watching him as he slowly put his rings back on and tentatively watching you, awaiting an answer.

“When is your next session?”

“And now focusing back on the four of you, as you all walk through the doorway, Dustin you smell,” Eddie stops to smell the air around him and wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Something rather familiar to you.”

“Do I recognize it?” Dustin asks in a whisper, leaning over as he was deep into the game along with the rest of the party. His character has had a lot of familiar encounters this campaign so it was a safe assumption it would happen again.

“Roll a perception check.” Eddie nods his head toward him.

“Uh.. 16.”

“You sniff the air… and it takes you a moment to be able to place your finger on it, but boom,” Eddie snaps and pauses for a second, all eyes on him. “The sickening smell of leather and fire leaves you nauseous.”

“No… nO WAY, YOU’VE GOTTA BE-” Dustin slaps his hands over his mouth as he acts out his fear and anguish.

While the rest of the party is focused away and trying to figure out the situation, Eddie looks over to you sitting beside him.

After asking three separate times if you were sure about not wanting to join in on this campaign, he allowed you a seat beside him where you could watch his DMing behind his dungeon master's screen that he made just for this campaign. It was actually quite fun to watch the little things he was doing that the party couldn’t see. Being the second session you’ve sat in on, previously you watched from the other side of the table, but being here is an entirely different experience.

He leaned over to you and you leaned toward him as he often had fun little things to whisper to you.

“Now watch this.” He stood up suddenly, slamming his hands down on the table making everyone whip their heads back toward him. “While you four were too busy talking, you all failed to notice a presence approaching, slow and steady. A wooden staff pounds down on the ground and in a deep, gravelly voice a man who is still hidden from the light of the single torch illuminating the room says… ‘Oh, how have you aged son.’.... and unfortunately that is all for today!!”

A chorus of groans and a couple of curses strung his way filled the room as he just laughed, putting his hands on his hips and gazing out on them all.

“I’m sorry, but a little birdie,” A sideways glance was cast to you, “Has informed me that it’s gonna start pouring real soon and the majority of you guys have to bike home… So shoo shoo! Pack your things up and get goin’.” Eddie plopped back down on his throne and watched them all scramble around to get home. Since it was Gareth’s home, he just grabbed his things and said his goodbyes before walking inside from the garage.

“Since I’m giving you a ride home, will you help me clean up?” You met Eddie’s awaiting eyes and he gave you a little smug smile. “DMS duties.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Yeah, of course.”

Saying goodbye to the rest of the gang as they left, you watched them bike off down the street from the garage with a half-full plastic bag in hand. You halfway tuned out the rustling of things from farther into the garage, too busy sending them silent wishes that they beat the rain.

“God, you’re just like a worried mom.” Eddie's voice broke your concentration which only got an eye roll and a displeased look from you. “Kinda look like one too.”

You grabbed into your bag and threatened to throw a can at him to which he started laughing, holding his hands up to diffuse the situation as he took a few steps away even though he was already on the other side of the table.

“You are just full of it today, huh? I might as well just walk myself all the way home, probably would be safer.”

“Nooo, Y/LN, now just calm down, let's not be rash!” He pleaded in feigned dramatics that you couldn’t help but smile at.

“It’s too late Munson! I just can't stand you a moment longer!!” You raised a hand up to cover his face from sight as you turned your head away.

You started to walk out of the garage, making your way over to the trash can outside to drop your bag into, hearing Eddie come after you.

“Just hear me out, I beg!” He pleaded, swerving around in front of you, mostly to drop his trash in the bin as well, but also to put his hands together in a prayer, giving you puppy dog eyes and everything.

After giving him a little ‘hmph!’ you turned away though the image of his face was already ingrained in your mind. You were committed to this little bit and did actually start your way down the driveway and toward the sidewalk so you could trek home even as much as you didn’t really want to leave.

As you swung your hand back in your rhythm of walking, it was grabbed and you jolted to a stop and turned around just to get pulled into Eddie. He obviously didn’t think you’d be that off balance and he stumbled a little but kept steady, keeping a firm hold on your shoulder and hand. You looked up at him to find him already looking at you. Heat rose up your neck and you knew it had to be already flushing your cheeks just from that moment of eye contact with his pretty brown doe eyes. Pulling away from him before he could see your face as you fought a smile, you looked toward the ground and expected him to have let go of your hand but you were stopped once again by an unmoving force keeping a hold of your wrist.

He waited until you looked at him to take a tentative step forward. Not too close. But yet, not too far away. He leaned toward you just a little, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked at you.

“Stay… please?” Eddie whispered a soft plea in a tone you had never heard from him before. It nearly took your breath away in surprise, your cheeks feeling on fire but you just couldn’t look away from him. You also couldn’t muster up a word and just stood there with your mouth slightly agape. He grinned at you and was slow to let your hand go.

“I’ll take that as a yes, hope I’m not too bold with my assumption there.” He said, voice still soft but no longer a whisper. His eyes broke from yours only when he slightly recoiled from a raindrop landing on his face. You both took notice of the rain now. It was light, but quickly the rain was getting heavier. Eddie laughed with glee, looking up into the storm.

The sound of the garage door shutting made Eddie look back and even though he had things still in there, he shrugged and turned his attention back to you in the rain with a big smile.

“Wanna know something I’ve always wanted to do with someone?”

“What’s that Munson?”

He put his hand out to you, keeping his dramatic facade as he held one behind his back and he had to speak a bit louder so you could hear him over the now pouring rain. “Dance with me, Y/N!”

The use of your first name brought those suffocating butterflies back. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment as he waited with way too much happiness for you to ever tell him no. Would saying no be the smarter choice for your heart and mind? Absolutely. But with the only risk of falling in love with him, it couldn't make it all that bad of a decision.

“Fuck it.” You grabbed his hand and he laughed, pulling you into him with his drenched clothes making yours even worse. He grabbed your other hand and led you in a dance that had no rhythm, no pattern, nothing more than whatever soundtrack played in your own minds. The rain lightened as you two danced around the driveway but unlike the rain, you had no intention of stopping yet.

Letting go of one of your hands, he took a step away and pulled you in against his chest, he held you much longer than you would in a dance set to any pace. He put his hand on the other side of your waist, looking at you from the side until you looked back, waiting for him to twirl you out.

Without warning, he tickled your side, and just as you were distracted with giggling he chose to twirl you, and even give you a little spin once you were all the way out, before he met back up with you face to face and took your hand again.

Intertwining your fingers with his, you took the ‘lead’ and did a little pushing your hands back and forth kinda dance with your feet following the rhythm. He got into it quickly and watched you to make sure he wouldn’t miss a move as you went to the song in your mind. As you started to sway back and forth, he matched it, and eventually, it just devolved into you both replicating several popular dance moves, one after another.

The rain had lifted to sprinkles now and in your drenched state, you managed to trip over your own feet. Eddie moved to catch you just as you caught yourself but looked up at him in a bit of surprise at how quickly he reacted. He laughed a little bit and stepped back to give you space but equally held his hand out to you.

“Wanna go get food?” You took a second to take him in, he had on his leather jacket over the hellfire t-shirt both of which were dripping wet. His hair was a mess from the water and especially from the dancing around, some stray pieces were plastered to his cheeks and his bangs to his forehead. He was glowing though, he looked alive and full of bliss at the moment.

A smile crept its way onto your lips as you grabbed his hand once again, leaning back as you relied on his strength and sucked your teeth.

“I hope you know I didn’t bring my wallet.”

“That's perfectly fine, I planned on paying anyway.” He said as he started to lead you to his van but you were quick to stop him this time.

“Oh wait, Eddie,” He was quick to look at you. You didn't often use his name when talking to or even referring to him so it must have caught him off guard. “We both are uh… drenched. I don’t wanna get your seats wet.”

“Oh, you genius little bird, you. I actually have towels in the back! I almost forgot.” Letting go of your hand, he jogged to the back of the van and you followed. “I keep ‘em for 'just in case' moments and finally, they have made themselves useful.”

Eddie opened the back door and crawled in a bit before coming back out and handing you a black towel as he had one to match, quick to use it to wipe the drops of water on his face and work on getting his hair a little dry.

“Just throw that sucker on your seat and it’ll be fine. If it seeps through that, she’ll dry just fine I’m sure.” He said, voice a little muffled as he was busy scrunching his hair.

You watched him as he did so, in his own little bubble as he cared for his hair. It was the first time seeing him care about his appearance, you were right to assume he did as his type of hair had to be cared for to look as nice as he did. The fact that it was an obvious priority for him at the moment was just such a sight to see for some reason.

Being halfway bent over, he took notice of the lack of moment from you and leaned over more to look at you from behind just for you to notice him and meet his eyes. The urge to laugh hit you both at the same time, you slapped your hand over your mouth and he held his lips together tightly to hold it in though his smile was making it hard.

“Y/LN…” Eddie drew out your name with a smile, standing up straight slowly and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to not burst out laughing from the embarrassment of knowing he knew you were watching.

“Mhm?” You were hardly able to get out, barely bringing your hand away from your mouth with a dangerously big smile.

“If you’re gonna watch, at least start drying yourself off or something. Weren’t you the one super worried about my seats?” He leaned toward you to further his teasing and you rolled your eyes, looking away only to glance back at him as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion of you.

“Alright! Alright, my bad!” You put your arms up in defeat as you walked around the other side of the van and heard him laugh from the back.

You opened up the passenger door but stood next to it, messily drying your hair to get it at least not dripping. You managed to waste enough time that your clothes, while still soaked, weren’t dripping anymore so you toweled your clothes off before Eddie appeared on the other side, opening his door.

“So…” You started to get his attention which wasn’t too hard. He draped his towel over his head and leaned on his seat with his head resting in his hands as he waited for you to talk. “Where are you thinking of eating, Munson? I don’t actually know what you like.”

“Easy, you know that little diner a few blocks from here?”

“Benny’s? The one that's known for its shakes more than its burgers?”

“Bingo,” He giggled a little as he sat up and took his towel off to put it over the plush seat. “Favorite place in Hawkins right there, I always thought I didn't like Suzie Q’s but Benny’s gave me a solid change of heart.”

He kept rambling about each item on the menu as you copied him with your towel and got in, to which he did the same. The air was on full blast of cold air as it was hot earlier today but just left you two freezing now. He turned it off even though he hardly looked like he was paying attention to anything else. As he started driving, the ramble about food turned into a story about Benny’s which had you both in hysterics.

The usual 8-minute drive felt like a few moments. Despite his demeanor and his horrible reputation, despite doing nothing to earn it, Eddie was so easy to talk to. He matched energies so well and kept a good-paced conversation, talking as much as you’ll let him but at the same time listening to whatever you have to say for as long as you want to say it.

Pulling into Benny’s, there were a couple of other cars there but it looked like a rather slow evening. You moved to get out, but he was quick to stop you.

“Hey hey, wait a second.”

“O… Okay?” In pure confusion, you just watched him as he hopped out of the car, following him with your eyes as he passed the front of the van just to get to your door and open it with a slow dramatic wave of his hand to usher you out. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

“It’s just part of my charm.” He said with pride, taking your hand as you got out and shutting the door behind you just to do the same gesture, not as extra this time, before you could walk into the diner.

Together, you sat in a booth in the corner of the diner, there was one couple from school and a couple of older folks catching up with one another. You decide what you want and make sure to add a shake to your order and Eddie goes to put it in for you. As you sit there looking at him, you just can't help but notice how much of a mess his hair is from the rain. He did well in drying it off but it was just incredibly poofy as it was drying and it was getting in the way as he kept pushing it away while waiting to get change back.

You look down at your wrist to check and to your luck, you still had a big green scrunchie from one of the cheerleaders you were friends with. She didn’t talk to you anymore so it wasn’t like she was ever going to ask for it back.

Eddie headed back over, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he gave a sideways glance to the couple that gave him nasty looks then whispered and laughed to themselves.

“Munson.” You grabbed his attention and before he got to the booth, you scooted out of your side and pointed at your spot. “Sit.”

“For… what? If you wanted the corner seat, you could've just told me.” He muttered with a laugh as he sat.

“No no, well, if you’re okay with it,” You pulled the scrunchie away from your wrist to show him. “I wanted to put your hair up for you.”

“Oh geez, alright.” He was quick to comply and turned around so he was facing the window and had his back to you.

You approached him but put your hands on his shoulders to let him know how close you were. Taking one hand away, you pushed all of the hair off of one of his shoulders then did the same to the other side with your other hand. You made sure to be super gentle when messing with his hair in case he was tender-headed and gathered the length of it in one hand. His hair was incredibly soft and with how poofy it was right now, it was plush in an odd way.

Loosely tieing the majority back, you leaned over to separate some that evened out with his bangs, but mostly just because you thought it would look cute.

“I’ll fix those in just a second.” This elicited a sweet chuckle from him.

Taking your time to make sure everything looked nice and even, you tied his hair up and tightened it as gently as you could.

“Alright, face me now please.”And god, you could look at him forever if he would let you. With the mix of the evening sunlight and the softness in his face as he looked at you, he looked ethereal. You couldn't help a smile as you slowly shook your head and he matched your smile but gave you a confused little head tilt to which you shook your head to dismiss his curiosity

You grabbed his cheeks to keep his face still and fully facing you just as an older lady came over and sat down the ordered food on the table for you both.

“Here you kids are, enjoy.” She said with a little wink.

“Ooh, I already am.” You whipped your head back to him before you could thank her which just caused the two of you to get the giggles. You patted his cheek a few times to try and get him to sit up straight.

“Okay, okay, shut up, lemme do this so we can eat.” He obeyed and sat still as you fixed his hair to make him look pretty as he just watched you with a soft, dopey smile. Just as you were checking everything to make sure it was even and looked good, Eddie reached up and straightened out a bit of your air and tuck some behind your ear before speaking in that soft tone again.

“I’m sure I look fine, Y/LN, sit down. You’re worrying your pretty little head over my hair a bit too much.” Brushing his fingers over your cheek teasingly right before pushing you away in a gentle manner and sitting right in the booth.

You scoffed at him with a little laugh to follow and sat across from him, taking one of your shared order of Suzie Q's and resting your head on your hand.

He apparently got a shake as well and sat back, taking a moment to enjoy it, closing his eyes as he savored the flavor.

"It's been too long…"

"Not to break your focus here but I gotta question actually." His attention popped back to you at that, clearly very curious.

"Continue."

"Alright, so since I would say we are friends now…" You paused, watching him to make sure you weren't in the wrong to assume so. He gave you a content nod. "And I love your music so, how much would it be to ask if I can sit in on practices? You all do practice right?"

Eddie laughed and rested his arms on the table, leaning toward you with a smug smile. "Can you just not get enough of me, birdie?"

"Answer the question, you dick!" You hissed at him, trying not to let yourself get too flustered.

"If you really want to, you can sit in. You've gotta be ready to give us constructive criticism though, no sitting in for free." Giving you a critical look, he relaxed and brought one leg up into the seat to have up by his chest. "Talk about this more in a minute, eat while it’s still nice and fresh. The fries are better that way."

"Better not just be a way to get me to shut up, Munson."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

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capt-spooki3 · 2 years

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hypothetically

would anyone feel about an Eddie Munson fic? i mean i'm already working on it and i'm gonna post it no matter what anyone says but still-

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capt-spooki3 · 2 years

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Characters: Revived!Wilbur Soot, Revived!Tommy

Warnings: cursing, mention of death, betrayal

Much after his revival, Wilbur decides to try and mend some of his relationships and find himself. After seemingly gaining a new sense or power, Eret is the last one left...

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“Tommy!? Are you ready?” Wilbur called, staring up at the wooden ceiling where Techno's room was stashed away above. It had been 15 minutes already and as much as Wilbur loved the cabin, he was a busy body and more than ready to get out of there.

“Yeah! Yeah, jus- hold on! I want my cloak and I know he has it in here!” Tommy’s panicked voice rang back, followed by the muffled sounds of items being strone about.

“Well hurry! We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave in the next 5 minutes. I’m gonna wait for you outside!.” He said as a vague threat to maybe get him to quicken his already hasty search.

Wilbur was slow to get up, using the wall to push him to his feet with a grunt. Living in only a cold climate for a few weeks now seemed to be taking a toll on his resurrected body, everything held a dull ache when he wasn’t snuggled up in front of the fireplace. It bore a similar feel to the bone-deep cold he had felt in his days in the desolate train station. The cold seemed to just seep into the concrete, never allowing it to warm, and the occasional fog from the tunnel brought a new wave of arctic chill with it. The cold seemed to be a continuing factor in his life.

It’s not the most enjoyable temperature with how it weighs on him now, but he holds onto the hope that with time things will settle.

Buttoning up his coat, long due for a wash on a warm day, and popping the collar, he hoped it would give him a bit more protection from the cold. Wilbur opened up the door and stepped out, being quick to shut it behind him to keep the warm air contained. He scrunched up his face as the chill hit him and let out the breath he had been apparently holding which presented itself as a whitish cloud before dissipating.

Little things had been catching his eye as of late. Colors specifically. The different hues, the contrasts between two colors, the way certain colors compliment each other, but most importantly to him, their meanings. This in-depth observation seemed to be coming to life lately as well. Especially with people.

"Okay Will!! I'm here, I'm ready, let's go!" Tommy shouted excitedly as he burst through the door behind him.

Tommy was a passionate red, holding a fiery love for all the things he laid his heart on and cared for. He was an eager orange and a friendly yellow. All warm colors that seemed to radiate off of him. These warm tones seemingly granted him anything he set his mind to. The colors burned off of him nonstop, growing into a roaring flame when he was raring to go and dieing down to an ember when worn out and tired.

Now, he just bounced around like an excited little candle flame.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen Eret, Will. I really hope she’s doing well.” He hugged a blue wool cardigan to himself, Wilbur assumed he wasn’t able to find his cloak and instead just stuck with what he’s always worn on cold days. Though his nose was bright red from the bite the chill had.

“Me and you both. I saw him briefly a while ago, but I'm not sure it really counts. Hey, remember when you told me about trying to revive me?” His gaze bounced to Tommy when not immediately getting a reply. His flame was dimmed and his eyes focused on the snow underfoot while in thought.

“Yeah, why?” He didn’t sound off, but his eyes looked a little glassier than they did a moment before. Wilbur turned his attention away, shoving his hands down hard into his coat pockets.

“It was you, Ranboo, Phil, Fundy, Eret, and… ghost me, Right?”

“Ghostbur, but… yeah, how’d you know that?” It was hard not to feel his eyes on him, Wilbur looked to see a confused-looking Tommy. “Did Phil tell you?”

He snickered a little, raising his brows and contemplating toying with the boy just a little. Looking away, he sighed and kicked his feet ahead as he walked.

“No, I remember seeing it.”

It was only slow-motion flashes that he got a glimpse of, but by god were they all he clung onto when in the confines of that god-forsaken train platform. Wispy feathers floated in the air as he locked eyes with Phil, diamond sword in hand and angry expression that was quickly melting into worry. A face he knew quite well. Looking back on it now, he can see Phil's colors even though he is well aware that in the moment it was invisible to his eyes. His damaged wing was repaired by a glowing light green, matching feathers hung in the air beside the real ones in their prolonged descent to the ground. If having a glowing wing wasn’t magical enough, that same glow stretched out into ivy vines, with a bit of differing tones, that stretched around his right arm and around his neck. A beautiful sight that always catches Wilbur's attention when Phil is faced away from him, the green highlighted his caring nature but also putting a subtle emphasis on his potential destructiveness.

Despite Phil being the starring role, he caught a glimpse of the other four. They all watched him so intently, expressions differing just a bit but they all were just as focused on the outcome.

Wilbur didn’t understand the meaning of the moment he was sucked into at the time. The out-of-body experience shook him to his core, not seeing out of his own eyes as everything looked slightly foggy other than a few vibrant blue shapes that he could never figure out what they were.

“I think you guys almost got me back then because I got a glimpse of it. That then was the last time I saw Eret, it was just a glimpse though so it hardly counts.” Tommy made a soft sound of awe that made Wilbur laugh. He could see his flame growing in his peripheral vision.

“Well, are you excited?” He asked, the childlike wonder coming through in his tone.

“Uh… yeah, yeah you could say that.”

As excited as he could be to try and get on good terms with them again. Wilbur wanted to mend some of his relationships after coming back and after not getting far with Fundy, though grateful for being able to even speak to him face to face, and after sealing his hatred for Dream, he wanted to speak to Eret. He wasn’t on the worst terms with them, but it certainly wasn’t the best. Wilbur did hold a silent grudge for what Eret did, betraying them at the most crucial time. Though he didn’t have much room to talk since he did the same and even used Eret’s famous words as inspiration. The mere thought brought back flashes of slamming his fist down on that button as Phil screamed and rushed to shield him from the coming destruction. It all happens in slow motion in his memories. Maybe to prolong the pain.

He sent letters to Eret recently to ask if they would be alright to talk and ‘figure things out’, he even offered to do things on Eret’s turf, their castle. Surprisingly, they agreed but refused to meet at their castle and instead wanted to bring it somewhere he never thought they would say. They wanted it to be on top of the TNT device Dream built over what used to be L’Manberg. He took into consideration how it was a pretty even ground they would be on. Neither party would have much of an advantage there and with how much Eret loves the history of the country, they certainly wouldn’t try to murder someone and disturb how things were left. So he agreed.

Eret was a reasonable individual. A smart individual. And they would be smart to agree to live on civil terms with Wilbur, the past behind them both, as he has no plans on leaving any time soon.

Just as a precaution, he chose to take Tommy with him. He was confident Eret wouldn’t do anything but there was no doubt in his mind he would be safe with the boy at his side. He knew Eret pitied the boy for all he had been through, so there was no way they would make any rash decisions to further Tommy’s bad experiences and give him one less person to trust. Tommy had been eager to be with Wilbur as of late. He guessed he was happy to have his big brother back even if it was just in the title alone.

The trip to the meeting spot felt shorter than he would have liked, Tommy was most likely to blame with all his talking to keep Wilbur’s mind anywhere but the task at hand. He had to admit to himself though, seeing the boy so happy and bubbly was refreshing. There was still some kind of spark missing, but he nearly seemed as happy as he was before everything turned to shit. At least on the outside and at least for the moment.

Once Tommy led him up on top of the structure, now overgrown with plant life, he took the lead and could have easily spotted Eret from a mile away. There was no doubt they were always meant to be royalty. The deepest and most vibrant purple was clearly their color, envy filled Wilbur more than it has for anyone else.

In such a desperate search for his own color, he could never find it. Even in trying to force it to show up, trying to force the rightful, powerful red then try to find the serenity to earn his calming green. It never came.

Oh, how he longed for a royal purple such as Eret’s, their being manifesting in a resting lion that sat behind them though still towering their 6-foot frame. As they both grew closer, he was able to see the white specks that floated around them and that glowed brightly in the lion’s eyes. If he could kill and earn a color such as theirs, he would say screw it to peace and make that lion his own.

“Eret! Your majesty, it’s been too long!” Wilbur spread his arms wide as he greeted them proudly.

Be open, be kind. Make them have reason to trust you.

They were silent. Watching from behind their tinted glasses and arms held behind their back, simply observing. They wanted to see through him, see his intentions. There was a spark of something there as Tommy peeked from behind him to wave.

“Hi, Eret!” Their brows slightly furrowed, jaw just barely clenched, posture fixing to appear more confident. It seems bringing him was well worth it already.

“Hello, Tommy. And Wilbur, it’s been a very long time.” Their voice was cold.

“That it has and let me tell you, I am back and well ready to make a good life this time. And that all will start with you, my friend.” Wilbur spoke strongly, bringing his arms back to his side and relaxing his body and his features. If there’s one thing Wilbur never lost, it was his ability to manipulate, especially when it came to how others perceived him. His hands went back into his pockets as he got a comfortable distance from Eret, about 7 feet. And he smiled what was to be taken as a genuine and hopeful smile.

“Is that so?” They were holding back and it was clear Tommy was the reason. The boy stayed right by Wilbur’s side, peeking over his shoulder with the most joyous of energy to see him reconnect with people.

“It is and it’s the entire truth, I swear it to yo-”

“Hold that thought Wilbur, Tommy?” Eret interrupted, letting their hands fall down their side. Their lion standing up and fixing its eyes on Wilbur.

“Uh, yeah?” He clung to Wilbur’s arm, head cocked to the side.

“Step back for me, will you?” They asked with such a sweet smile.

“Oh, okay, sure.” No questions asked.

Five steps back and Wilbur got a chill down his spine mixed with a pit of nausea in his stomach. He snapped his head back from looking at Tommy to Eret just to see them rushing him.

“Eret! No! Hold on-” Wilbur tried backing up but knowing Tommy was right there made him pause despite his brain screaming at him to complete the motions. Before he knew it, Eret’s shoulder bashed into his side and his balance was immediately thrown off and what could you guess. He was falling.

Never did he think his second life would end that quickly and he was moments into accepting that, watching Eret’s face grimace at him below till they got a hard shove and reached forward to grab Tommy when he tried to jump after. They failed in getting him, only holding onto the cardigan which he just slipped out of before coming down right after Wilbur.

Panic seized him, but at this rate what was he to do other than accept the fate they have been thrown into. Tommy’s body fell faster than his own and in no time he was able to grab the boy's arm and pull him into a tight hug. Tears pricked his eyes as Tommy buried his face into Wilbur’s shoulder. He was too young to be losing his final life. He had no business being on his last one and resurrected like himself. And that they would be dying together was an impossible fate for them both. A warm feeling passed through him though, despite it all.

He was grateful. He wasn’t dying alone. Every other time it was just him, but this time, as unfortunate as it was, he was going to have someone until the very end. And it was Tommy. He trusted Tommy long ago but he didn't know how much of that feeling was returned. This one action spoke a lot of words he didn’t have the time to think of. One spelled it all out for him though.

Trust.

Like a button was pressed, a light shone from behind his eyelids. He opened them to be met with the most impossible sight.

There was irony in the color that swirled itself around their figures, almost protectively. It twinkled and glittered so perfectly. Wilbur has been so desperate to look for any other color to be his own and help him fill the voids of all the relationships he let corrode away. Never had he thought to look back at what brought him back to this place, what led him on so he would be able to start his life again.

The blue.

The physical extension of Ghostbur’s trust, of his trust.

It felt cold, like a cloud wrapped around them both and despite how much his eyes burned from the wind, he couldn’t will himself to blink. Too scared it would go away and leave him, forever taunting his memory.

He held Tommy's body tighter to his chest, feeling a sob escape his thin frame and being immediately filled with guilt. He was sure Tommy wouldn't be able to see this now but put a hand on the back of his head regardless. He felt a kind of selfishness, not wanting Tommy to think of his ghost in their last moments.

The mist shifted as they grew closer to the ground, it swirled and grew into its own mass. He could make out a body floating right above his, then the hair as it developed, then the face and the clothes. Then pupil-less eyes stared right back at him, holding onto his arm and smiling oh so kindly.

Even though he had only met him once, sobbing and features contorted as he sat helpless on the freezing concrete, his face was unforgettable. Being graced with such a familiar presence felt impossible. Ghostbur.

He was delicate as he reached out, putting a hand on his living self’s cheek and turning his attention to Tommy, buried in his arms. With a gentle touch, ran a hand over Tommy’s hair and let a finger run over the blue hair tie that matched his wool sweater.

With a sudden, fluid movement, he hugged the two and he could swear he felt the pressure of the embrace around him.

“You’ve done good to him. Despite everything, he trusts you, keep him safe for me.” The ghostly voice, bittersweet in its chilling delivery, was the last thing he was left with. Just as the canyon walls were swallowing them and the ground was only feet away, Ghostbur melted into the mist before it enveloped them both.

Wilbur shut his eyes tight, readying himself for the impact. But it never came.

The only thing on his back was a cold sensation before the gentle pressure of the dirt and the rocks settled there. Then as if gravity just remembered their existence, they were fully dropped to the ground, and Tommy’s weight laid on him fully.

He sobbed in Wilbur’s arms as they lay on the ground, unmoving as he told him he was okay and assured him they were both alive.

Despite the numbing shock that gripped his flesh and his mind, he hugged Tommy as tight as he could while he watched slivers of blue float around him in a mesmerizing pattern that refused to leave his side.

Trust saved his life. Despite all of his wrongdoings, he was a trustworthy blue. How ironic.

Finding his color in the moments before possible death. He couldn’t decide which was crazier, that this newfound sense of his has finally become his own or that his own ghost is who granted it to him out of trust.

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The art that inspired the fic

#dream smp #dsmpblr #dsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp wilbur #dsmp tommy #dream smp wilbur #dream smp tommy #revived wilbur #dsmp revivedbur #revivebur

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'There was irony in the color that swirled itself around their figures, almost protectively.'

For my fic: Colors

Song- home in a life. by LJ Mercer

#dream smp #dsmpblr #dsmp art #dsmp fanart #digital art #dsmp #dsmp tommy #dsmp wilbur #dsmp revivedbur #dream smp tommy #dream smp wilbur #dream smp art #dream smp fanart #revived wilbur #revivebur #revivebur fanart

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Hey besties ;)

I have a new fic that im hopefully gonna get posted with some art tomorrow

Edit: (i posted it;] )

Little sneak peek into the fic called Colors:

Buttoning up his coat, long due for a wash on a warm day in the future, and popping the collar to give him more protection from the cold. Wilbur opened up the door and stepped out, being quick to shut it behind him to keep the warm air contained. He scrunched up his face as the chill hit him and let out the breath he had been apparently holding which presented itself as a whitish cloud before dissipating.

Little things had been catching his eye of late. Colors specifically. The different hues, the contrasts between two colors, the way certain colors compliment each other, but most importantly to him, their meanings. This in depth observation seemed to be coming to life as of late. Especially with people.

"Okay Will!! I'm here, I'm ready, let's go!" Tommy shouted excitedly as he burst through the door behind him.

Tommy was a passionate red, holding a fiery love for all the things he laid his heart on and cared for. He was an eager orange and a friendly yellow.

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A drabble about the rain

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I just stood there, eyes on the dreary, endless sky. Droplets of water pelted my glasses, occasionally missing the glass and stinging my eyes or adding to the water running down and dripping from my face.

The rain had soaked through my clothes now, plastering them to my skin which would make peeling them off later a chore. The cold was setting in now. Sinking in deep, through my skin and into my bones. The joints in my hands already developing a soft ache

I could have stayed there forever, but…

"Hey,"

The water dripped from my hair as I moved my head. I felt numb, blank, like I wasn't alive. Just an object in the way of the water feeding the eager plants below my boots.

You made me a living thing again. Heart beating faster than when I was just looking at the blanket of clouds protecting us from the harsh universe. Making me aware of my breathing again. Conscious of my body.

I wish you would have let me remain in my trance a little while longer.

#drabble #thinkingtime

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:) this is directed at every one of you

hello beloveds ☺️

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Question are you still gonna continue by the witch grace of that because I’m interested in that story

I am!! I swear buy it. My school year ends the 26th this month and from there i will have the summer to write my heart out and try to finish it. I will be finishing it tho <3

#by the witch's grace #btwg

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Short drabble to get things off the mind and into words

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You think someone is making you halt your words by kissing you but the actual thing is so much sweeter. Being all in your own head, saying whatever you were saying until they softly turn your head to them and you stop in the middle of a sentence, forgetting whatever it was you were on about even in your memories as the moment infects your mind.

Kisses are so much sweeter than you might think and at the same time, so much simpler than it's made out to be.

On the contrary, I cannot wait to experience more sweet things life has to offer so I can write them in an accurate way or at least accurate to how I felt and experienced them.

I have such a funny outlook on life sometimes

#drabble #i was just in a silly goofy mood

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any one want a spoiler for tommy's heartbreak ending in by the witch's grace? Because i did a little silly goofy drawing

CW// Spoilers below and TW// for scars and overall unhappy characters

i hurt my own heart drawing these ones :')

#dsmp fanart #digital art #dream smp #dsmpblr #dsmp art #by the witch's grace #sbi au #dsmp fanfic #dsmp au #tubbo au #ranboo au #tw scars

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pLEASE- ACTUAL TEARS MAN

i appreciate you so much <3 and i hope you're doing very well

I appreciate you as well! Your writing is spectacular and I give my thanks to you continuing to be amazing!!

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Important Message Regarding The BTWG Taglist!!!

Hi there lovelies <3

So with my frequent absence and terrible posting schedule, i've noticed a LOT less people are interested in By The Witch's Grace and thats fine honestly! People move on, get different interests, etcetera so im not really upset over it

Because if this though, I dont want to inconvenience individuals by being tagged in a fic they arent interested in anymore, so! I will not be tagging anyone else in updated chapters unless they interact with this post in any way (liking, commenting, reblogging) or by messaging me privately because my dms are always open.

Thank you and I hope you have a great day and life <3 i love you all dearly and i thank you for letting me do this and displaying interest to keep me going

(previously tagged people below the 'keep reading' so dont worry, no more info)

@can-i-fangirl-yet @spitrot @loco1lol @omgthatonenerd06 @acemt @wahman @pog-sad-muffin @quiche-inoya @lea-the-foxe @sbi-is-my-onlysanity @smol-spoopy-trashcan-blog @confused-soot @p1gst3p @strawberrycloudsnpinkskyies @permanent-antipathy @sweetchillipeppers @sharpcheese @aplaintart @thegeekisheere @vampirestrawberries-blog @ishouldhavegonetobedsixhoursago @pebblbrainz @perytavern @sl33py-enby @childaintit @aikochan4859 @httpsunflowers @novelist2 @ahmya-4 @little-gremlin-in-the-walls @supersecretsmutandco @the-flowerghost @buyaax @l1ttlepup1 @elias-code @ineedsomeconfidence @pineapple-banana-pie @ohnosiren @azurakingdom @soot-and-co @shiroships @spac3goblyn @dominickle @whatever-happened-to-the-ducks @theseventhreincarnation @fussylover @bluebelony @beppa99-blog @blueberrystigma

#by the witch's grace #btwg #thank you all #i appreciate every single one of you #you all mean the world to me

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Spooks!!!

It's been forever, I just wanted to tell you I love the new update to technos path in btwg. Miss talking to you. As always, you're doing God's work, and you deserve a raise, have an amazing day, week, year, have a whole bunch of amazing days, you deserve the world oh my gosh your writing always has me floating <3

Awh man- getting asks from you always makes my day :') i needed that

I'd been wondering about you and hoping you were well, i dont know why i didnt get the push to text but lemme tell ya i will

You are one of the big reasons I still write, i have a few people that inspire me to still do it and you're one of them

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By The Witch's Grace

Technoblade's Route

Chapter Five: The Decision

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

Click here for story description(and for route emoji code)

Warnings: cursing, mention of bruises and injures, kidnapping, kind of human trafficking?(turning someone in for money)

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“Okay, play a ‘C’.”

Y/n was answered by the strum of a guitar.

“Good, ‘A’.”

Another strum.

“Now a bit of a challenge, play ‘A’, then ‘C’, then ‘E’.”

And the consecutive strums of different chords followed.

“You’re learning so fast Wilbur! You’re doing really good, honestly.” Y/n said with a smile, busying themself with looking through a music book enough to not notice the adoring look Wilbur was giving them after the praise. He focused back on the instrument for a moment before looking back at them and opening his mouth to speak, but not before seeing Technoblade pop in at the top of the staircase.

“Hey Pigeon, sorry to bother you two, but Tommy and I wanted to know if you had animal-safe dye and if so if we can dye a couple of the sheep.” He asked nonchalantly even as Y/n looked up at him bewildered before they broke out into a laugh. Shaking their head, they turned around slightly from their spot on the floor to face the staircase.

“Yeah, go right ahead. I don’t have actual dye, but I have some herbs that can dye the wool. Look in the top left barrel, take what ones look like they will dye something.” He nodded at their words and gave them a thumbs-up, doing his best to stifle his smile until he was out of sight. “Oh and Techno, make sure you let the dye sit on the wool for at least an hour before you rinse it!”

A moment passed, the sound of the barrel lid being taken off as he faintly hummed before he showed back up with a handful of herbs and a couple of small light-colored satchels which were stained with colors which he clearly was assuming were from whatever the bag contained. “I’ll remember that, thanks. And Wilbur, the music sounds good so far, keep it up.” He said, giving another thumbs up though this one is directed at his brother. Not letting any time spare he hurried up the stairs and disappeared around the corner, shouting out for Tommy to join him before he was gone with the sound of a closing door.

Wilbur scoffed a light laugh and shifted around to put his back up against the concrete wall as the pair were sitting on the floor despite the plush chairs being right next to them, wide open for use. Y/n turned back to him when hearing the laugh and glanced down to look at the thin booklet in their hand.

“Okay, so… try playing this now.” They turned the book around and held it out for him to read off of. He leaned closer to look over the series of chords, nodding slowly to himself as to work up the confidence to play it.

He leaned back, adjusting the guitar as he focused his attention. Playing the chords slowly as he glanced back and forth from the book to his hands. The first few rounds were rough but by the fourth go at it, he played hot cross buns perfectly.

"Yeah!!" Y/n threw their arms up enthusiastically with a big smile, making Wilbur laugh. "That was good!! You're doing such a good job with this Will.” They praised him thoroughly while he watched them with a sweet smile, clearly loving the attention he was getting. He relaxed against the wall behind them and watched them, making eye contact with them as long as they looked at him until they looked away from the nervousness of his eyes on them.

They flipped through a few pages in the book absentmindedly, stopping on a page when seeing a song they loved and was easy to practice on. Turning the book to him, Wilbur leaned forward and read the notes, mumbling them to himself each note. He leaned back and watched his fingers on the strings, glancing back and forth quite a bit at either Y/n or the book to make sure he had the right note.

He kept up playing different things until he could manage to play pieces with a couple of lines of notes. He struggled with switching chords quite a bit and even as Y/n tried to help adjust his hands when they weren’t right, it only seemed to distract him from getting better.

Wilbur was halfway through his third attempt at a piece that took up half a page on the book, Phil made his way down the stairs with a platter in hand. He knocked on the wall with his free hand which broke Wilbur’s concentration and made Y/n turn around to look at him.

“Sorry if I’m disturbing you two, but you’ve both been at this for a while. I think the two of you deserve a break.” Making his way down the stairs, Y/n scooted toward the wall so he could get past them on the stairs. “Okay, I should rephrase because I know that look you’re giving me Will, I want you both to take a break. I brought you fruit, cheese, and bread so enjoy it.”

With a little sigh, Wilbur adjusted the guitar in his lap to pull it closer to him as he looked back at the book. “Thank you, dad, you can leave now.”

Phil let out a small wheezed laugh at the quick response, setting the platter of food down on the table in between the empty plush chairs. “Harsh! Lucky you though, I actually need to talk to Y/n so it’s a break for a while, Will.” He looked at Y/n, holding his hands politely by his midriff. “Would that be alright Y/n?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” They got up quickly, looking down at Wilbur whose attention shot to them when they got up. “We can pick this up together another day, I promise. You picked up a lot today, it really is a good idea to take a break so you can absorb all that new information, you know?”

He seemed to melt just a little from their praise and nodded, though sighing as he set the guitar aside, propping it against the wall like he wasn’t ready to quit just yet.

“Alright, you win this time. Take them away father, I will just mope on my lonesome whilst eating cheese and bread!” He said dramatically, slumping his body to the side as he stood up and trudged over to the platter and picked up a piece of cheese.

They both laughed at his skit and Y/n hurried over to put their music book away before they followed Phil who was already up the stairs. They waved to Wilbur a quick goodbye and zipped around the doorway and onto the porch after the man.

Phil stretched his arms, groaning softly as he adjusted his shoulders around and let his wings droop onto the wood of the porch. Y/n carefully walked up by him, munching on a piece of apple, but stopped a few feet from his wings, not wanting to accidentally step on a feather and hurt him. He tucked his wings up against his back again with a little shake before sitting down on the top step, patting beside him.

“So…” He started, waiting until Y/h was seated beside him and comfortable to which they leaned against the beam of the railing to face him entirely. “I wanted to know what you thought of Techno.”

They perked up at his name, it seemed with the excitement of teaching Wilbur, they momentarily forgot about him. “Oh, yeah, I mean…” Being put on the spot made their mind go blank and they had to stop and really think about the man. “He’s a lot nicer than he lets on, that's for sure. If I’m honest, I was afraid of him all up until a few days ago. It’s really nice seeing another side of him, that’s for sure.”

“Do you… think he would be a good person to give your time to?”

“What?”

“I mean- you know, hang around and um… you know, do you like him?” Phil looked at them now, seeming quite interested in their opinion.

They slowly pulled their legs in to sit criss-cross. “Well, yeah, of course. I don’t have a reason not to like him. He… is nice to be around, I would feel safe around him if he came to town with me, that’s for sure.” They stopped talking, assuming Phil would have something to say after that, but he was quiet and waiting for them to say more. “Um… I guess, yeah, I would give my time to him, I would like to get to know him more, he seems like a very interesting person.”

That seemed to be just what he wanted to hear, a soft smile on his lips as he turned away, looking toward the pasture where they both could clearly see several colorful sheep and Techno near the fence, watching as Tommy walked to the back of the house with dye all over him.

“I think he needs someone like you. He has Tommy who is carefree and he has Wilbur who he can talk to and me to completely confide in, but” He looked at Y/n again, a softness in his eyes. A hopeful look. “You hold all of that in one soul. I think that would be good for him and… maybe you too.”

Something about the way he described them in reference to Techno, brought a flush to their cheeks, they could feel the warmth and yet were a bit unsure what brought it on. Looking away from Phil, they pressed the back of their hand to their cheek to feel how hot it had gotten and he chuckled a little, clearing his throat after.

“On the note of important things, I wanted to ask you about the eye.”

At the mention of the eye, their attention was grasped yet again and they looked back to meet his eyes, dropping their hand down onto their lap.

“What do you want to know?”

“How does it feel?”

“How does it… feel?” They furrowed their brows for a moment in confusion as they echoed him.

He let out a small laugh at their reaction and shifted his body to face them, getting his legs underneath of him and crossing them before completely letting his wings down. One splayed out over the porch while the other was along the stairs of the porch. Putting his hand on his chest, he tapped lightly, using the motion to tell them he was asking if it weighed on their body in a literal sense.

“Oh! Uh well…” Y/n looked down at the eye on ender, sitting and gleaming in the light on their chest then focusing on the ground to help their mind search through the proper words to use. “I don't really know how to describe it. It’s cold, I can say that for sure. Sometimes, I forget it’s even there but other times…”

Phil leaned forward toward them as his interest grew. “Describe it the best you can.”

“It’s unbearable.” They stated, flicking their eyes across the wood as they grew unsure if they should fully open up as the topic felt weirdly personal. “It alters my thoughts, the way I'm able to think sometimes. Definitely not all of the time, but if I use its stored magic then yeah. I can feel its… influence.”

“And what exactly is it influencing you to do?”

They bit the inside of their cheek, a bit of anxiety welling up in their chest. They were afraid to admit the intrusive thoughts it brings.

“It makes me want to hurt people… or kill. Sometimes both.” They closed their eyes, the intrusive images flashing through their mind once again just by bringing it up to which they gave their head a little shake to help themself out of it. “It tells me and it… it urges me to burn the village down. I hate thinking about it so much- it reminds me of how much I am hiding, all because of them. My whole life now has revolved around not being found out but also completely relying on them to live. And how I’m not even living anymore, just surviving in the middle of their… rat’s nest as it likes to put it. It usually refers to them as vermin.”

“I hate to uh,” They laughed nervously, wringing their hands in their lap to steady their voice, their thoughts, and their train of thought while letting their eyes wander from Phil’s worried ones. “I hate to admit it but it can be rather convincing at times. I know it’s wrong but sometimes it feels like it’s in the right and I’m being naive.”

“You’re not.” Phil’s voice was stern and sorrowful, once they looked back at him he reached over, putting a hand on theirs and holding their balled-up hands gently. “I… I understand. The intrusive thoughts, I understand them. I don’t think you know this about Techno but…” His eyes held their gaze but it was clear his mind was somewhere else.

“What about him Phil?” Y/n asked with a weak voice while he shifted closer to them for comfort. Whether it was for him or them, it was hard to decipher.

“Techno struggles with something similar. We’ve come to call them his voices. Pretty self-explanatory, he hears voices urging him to do things instead of normal thoughts.” He sighed, sending a sideways glance to where he knew Techno was probably training alone now. “When he was really young, it was so hard for him to control. All they wanted was for him to kill things. He went berserk more times than I can count, luckily it wasn’t ever people but… just little animals mostly.”

“Blood for the blood god they would tell him to rile him up. Over time he’s gotten much better and I can’t stress how proud of him I am. He’s come to live with them now and last we talked about them, they can be very positive like when I come around they will say my name, cheer, all of the sorts.” He was smiling a little when talking about it.

“When… was the last time they made him hurt something?”

Phil sighed softly, looking up at the sky in thought. “Right when I was about to get killed and before we fled the castle. He hasn’t told me about it yet but… I could tell. He was nearly foaming at the mouth with how feral he looked. He shifted, which happens when he’s under their influence, and he killed those guards right before me. I know he felt terrible guilt afterward but he hasn’t chosen to open up just yet.”

Silence settled around them with those heavy words weighing down like a thick fog. Phil moved over to sit beside them with his legs still crossed, knee touching theirs as he held their hand a little tighter, for their comfort this time they were sure. They leaned over and rested their head on his shoulder to which he did the same.

“Does it weigh on you?” He asked in the quietest voice, only for them.

“I’m just tired, Phil…”

“Tired? Oh, what bullshit, if that stupid eye is going to make you use excuses like that then stand still and I’ll crush the damn thing.” Technoblade said in playful annoyance while he rushed at them, attempting to grab hold of their arm. They took a few swift steps away though they were a bit sluggish.

“Yeah, I would love to see you try.” They laughed, noticeably out of breath. “You’ve gotta catch me first to see if you can.”

He scoffed at their teasing. “Your words really have some weight there, especially when you’re like this.” And just as if his words promised him some kind of advantage, he ran at them and as they brought up their hands to cover their face he grabbed both of their forearms. Tearing their arms away from their face and holding them too tight, sure to bruise, staring them down with furrowed brows.

With their shoulders slumped, feeling all too small beneath Technoblade’s shadow, Y/n stared up at him and swallowed down hard despite their mouth feeling impossibly dry.

Despite knowing full well he is a friend, there were times Y/n couldn’t help but succumb to his intimidation. His presence was large and heavy and it made it quite hard for them to keep their ground.

Technoblade held their gaze, mind far away from where they two physically stood, and after what felt like forever, he released his grip completely and Y/n lurched forward slightly as they had been relying on him for balance. He took a few steps back away from them.

“They need to be stronger…” He whispered the words in a way that was clear he didn’t want them to hear but the tone reached their ears regardless as they stood slightly slumped, rubbing their arm. “If they can’t hold their own against those people… what will I do?”

Y/n looked up at him when he left off on those words. His own conflicted and worried eyes met theirs, flicking back and forth from one eye to another. Licking his lips in nervousness he looked away and brought his hands up, rubbing his face then up to comb his hair as he softly groaned.

“Techno?”

“I fully believe you’re capable. I know, I know you’re strong. But Pigeon…” He sighed and dropped his shoulders. “What if, no matter how much I train you and make you stronger than you ever could have been without me… what if it’s not enough? What if no matter how hard I try, it isn’t enough and you get hurt or you… what if you-”

“That’s why I have magic.”

Technoblad whipped his head around to them, brows furrowed in a way that told them he didn’t think that could do much.

They smiled and let their features relax despite his rigidness. “I know you’ve seen Phil. I know you’ve seen the things he can do.”

“Yeah but-” He tried to interject

“And you know how strong it can be and what that kind of power can do.” Slowly, they took a step toward him. He didn’t move. “Having only one strength, I have doubts I could stand up to them. But I’m going to have both. You have to understand that.” They stared him down, but he didn’t say a word. “So if you let me use what magic I know to show you what I can do-”

“No.”

“Technoblade.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Oh come on, why!?”

“Because!” He yelled out and let silence pass over them as now Y/n’s features held the furrowed brows. “Because… we have to perfect your hand-to-hand combat.”

“Can we try it?”

He said nothing.

“Please?” Techno let out a slow breath. “One time. I want to see if I can do it, I won’t hurt you I promise.”

And with that, he just laughed and growled out, obviously annoyed by their persistence as he pinched his nose bridge.

“Okay. Alright! You can go all out with it, but just this once! I guess… it won’t do you too bad to know how to use it in the heat of the moment.”

Y/n smiled and backed up from him, rubbing their hands together as that’s where they primarily used their magic. He watched them prepare themself and slowly shook his head, not believing he let them win him over.

Without giving them any kind of warning, he rushed them. The goal of their game was to render the other person unable to get back up. As things typically went, they waited him out, excitement now giving them the energy to really move around. At the last moment, they ducked down and managed to slide between his legs, kicking him in the back of the knee real quick before scrambling up on their feet.

Just as Technoblade was recovering from getting kicked, when he turned around the first thing his eyes laid on was the fire glowing in their veins. It glittered like embers in the palms of their hands while they watched him, clearly scheming.

“You gonna hit me with something Phil has shown you?” This was his little way of trying to figure out what they were going to do to him and prepare for it.

All they did was smile and laugh, shaking their head as they backed up. They cast glances to their hands, working up something, but also keeping an eye on him.

Testing his luck, he took slow steps toward them but just as the second step landed he heard crackling. Their smile grew, eyes glancing up to meet his and they giggled. Fear shot through him in a moment and he backpedaled away just as they contracted their hands and a crash on lighting struck the place he once stood. Then again near him and once more behind him, making him stop, look at the singed grass, then at Y/n once more.

Under the darker light of the sunset, the lightning was visibly crackling between their hands, the plasma weaving between their fingers and glowing a brilliant white before it fizzled out and they relaxed their hands. Now holding Techno’s gaze, they spread their arms and brought them higher before bringing them down toward the earth fast. Four consecutive strikes of lightning struck around him in a perfect box.

“Wouldn’t fuck with me after that would you?” They called across to him, confidence high in their voice.

“I- ha… no, no I wouldn’t. You win.” He sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Let’s uh… go take a break.”

After consoling Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur that all of the commotion was just the two of them, they sat on the porch to take a breather and contemplate the events of their training session. Phil kindly brought them tea and told them dinner would be done soon and to come in when he says.

Y/n leaned against the support beam on the top of the stairs, sitting in the same place they were when talking to Phil earlier that day. They held the warm ceramic cup tightly as their hands were shaky from using such high-energy magic. Closing their eyes, they focused on feeling a warmth flow through their chest just like they had taken a sip of a hot drink which came from the mana actively flowing through their body still. The only thing to stir them from their mental rest was a finger, lightly tracing a pattern over the back of their hand.

Opening their eyes, they looked over to see Techno, rested with his elbow on his knee while intently watching his finger on their hand with an expression they couldn’t exactly make out. Finally taking a look at what he was doing, they were hit with a small bout of shock. Their hands were covered in delicate red lines, sprouting from the center of their palms and spreading up to their forearms before it stopped. It looked as if someone lightly painted lightning over their skin. It wasn’t painful but as they focused on it, there was a faint burn wherever there were markings.

“You didn’t even realize, did you?”

“No… not really, it didn’t hurt so I didn’t exactly notice-”

“Does it hurt now?” Looking at them now, there was a tinge of worry as he kept his hand lightly on theirs. A soft and gentle gesture from someone that easily made growing bruises on their arms just from sparing.

They scoffed a laugh and just looked at the difference between their two hands. “It kinda burns a little, but nothing crazy. I think I’ll be okay.” They spoke softly as the air felt right for it. With their part of the world being bathed in pinkish-orange light, looking back at him was comforting. The lighting suited his pinker features and overall made him look sweeter, softer, even more innocent, and harmless than anyone else would ever see him for.

“You know, Y/n, I think-”

“Techno, Y/n. Food’s ready and Phil says…” They looked back toward the door, seeing Techno do the same out of the corner of their eye, where Wilbur stood, looking at them both. Something in his eyes seemed to become a little sadder as he averted his attention, cleared his throat, and looked back at them again to speak in a much more serious tone. “He says get your asses inside or else.” And without another word, shut the door.

Y/n exchanged a look with Techno before he shrugged, looking to not care about continuing his sentence, and took his hand away from theirs to slowly get up, teacup in one hand, and extended his free hand in a way to ask for their cup which they gave up quickly.

“I guess that’s our call then. You ready? I can help treat those burns so they don’t scar too badly if you need.”

“If it really comes down to it, sure, you can help if that’ll make you feel better.” They said with a bit of a laugh in their voice, getting up and looking over the damage from their magic. “Maybe it’ll scar kinda cool though.”

Right as they were finishing their sentence there was a big rustle in the woods close to the house, Y/n snapped their head in the direction, growing silent to listen just in case.

“What was that?” Techno stepped closer to them in a protective manner, looking out in the dark of the woods alongside them.

They patted his arm. “It’s fine, don’t worry. This happens all the time. When it’s spring, predators start getting ballsy and try to take the chickens. I’m gonna go scare it off, tell Phil I’ll be in just a minute, okay?” They said, already going down the stairs.

He started to follow down a couple of steps. “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine! Go eat, I’ll be there soon. It’s probably just a possum or raccoon and if it’s anything more I’ll yell for you.”

After hearing a quiet grumble, they heard his steps cross the porch then the door open and close with a few clinking of the cups. They couldn’t help but laugh at his protectiveness. This is what they guessed it was like being a part of his family.

They hugged themself, looking up at the remnants of the sunset as the darkness flooded in with the sun’s absence. Another rustle turned their attention back to the task at hand. As they stepped into the taller grass just before the woodline, they were regretting not bringing a stick or something just in case. Then just as they were looking around to see if something was on the ground that they could pick up, a figure rushed at them. Before they could react, a large object that looked like a pipe whacked them in the head and they were tackled to the ground with a body right on top of them before they could begin to recover.

Y/n let out a yelp as their back hit the ground and the air was partially knocked out of them. Realization of the situation was finally dawning on them a few moments too late. The man that was on top of them, short auburn hair with brown eyes, sat up on their midriff and held down their arms while two other men came up on either side of them. One had shaggy, dark brown hair and was grinning with his arms over his chest while the other had shorter light brown hair and looked down at them with a neutral, almost bored expression. He knelt down and held a dagger to their throat, hard enough that the tip burned at their skin so they assumed it punctured the skin.

“Well well well, didn’t think it would be THIS easy to catch the witch.” The grinning man mocked them, sending a glance over to the other man.

“How much do you think it’ll go for? Did you ever look at the bounty for it? I was put out by one of the noblemen.” He muttered, slowly moving the blade along their throat and leaving a thin cut. The man on top of them put more of his weight on their arms and as they tried squirming, digging his nails into their skin to make them stop.

“We could just keep it too, make it do it’s magic for us. It could make us rich.”

Y/n was in a pure panicked state, debating whether they should fight back or scream. It’s been years since they have had to do this and the thought of hurting another person was debilitating and nearly rendered them incapable of doing anything at all.

Only one question dominated their thoughts: ‘What am I going to do?’

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‘Scream for Techno, he’ll come and save me!’❤️

‘Get back to the house, maybe no one will have to get hurt!’💛

‘Fight them off on my own, I’m strong enough!’🖤

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