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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

{《☆》}

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

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Chapter 4 is Out!!!

:3

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❤ Darling~

Request by (@) itsnotfire on Wattpad : "Could we get a part two of this where the reader does test Fundy's loyalty please? Also your work is absolutely amazing!" PART 1

[1800 words]

[They/Them pronouns]

Description: Your cute little hero's been homesick. As some quick fun you let him return home for a day :). (Fundy x M!Reader) This is unhealthy. So many things in this relationship are MEANT to be unhealthy. Do not glorify/romanticize these things because they are toxic and illegal.

[Read the rest under the cut]

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It starts like all good things, with a bang.

Fundy's cooking for you, a hobby he's taken up as weeks with nothing to do have passed by. You can smell it from the study, the lining of cow's blood he mixed in the soup just for you. Fundy's part fox, which means he enjoys raw meat just as much as you, but he's never enjoyed human blood as much as you do. It's sweet for him to add some in, even if it's cows blood.

You're filing down more paperwork, seems some vigilante named Monarch has been raiding your warehouses looking for something or... You chance a glance towards the photo on your desk, a high-quality one of you and Fundy in your background having a picnic. He was laughing when it was taken, beautiful brown eyes pressed closed, cheeks slightly red. You loathed admitting you had gotten a tad attached to the little fox but the thought of someone coming looking for him had your blood boiling.

Then, as you almost snapped your pen in half, a loud bang came from the kitchen alongside a sharp yelp from Fundy. You rushed forward, slightly breathless as you whirled into the kitchen only to find Fundy tearing up, shaking on the floor as boiling soup soaks his clothes.

He looks up at you, shaky lips pressed together to hold sobs in. Without any hesitation he rushes for you, throwing himself into your chest to sob. The soup is a mess on the floor, steam rolling off it and you grimace. You peel him away from you, looking at the mess he's made of himself.

"Oh darling," You coo, reaching up to cup his face. "You're filthy. I bet it hurts, doesn't it."

Fundy nods, sniffling. "I didn't mean to drop it, I swear. It was just so hot and..." he sniffles, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, shh shh, look at me." You wiped tears and soup off his face. "Go run a shower and I'll get someone to pick this up and meet you there."

"Okay," he muttered softly. Glancing back at you, he leaves slowly.

You sigh, turning to the kitchen. It's a burden to pick up yourself so you'll just call someone to do it for you. As you call for a helper, you think back to Fundy's distant behavior. He's been zoning off far more lately and while he's always quick to fix anything he does wrong, today he's... sensitive.

You don't stand around long. After you call them, you're already making quick strides to catch up to Fundy. As you open the door, you catch the sniffling over the pouring of the bath.

Fundy looks over, stripped sown to just his boxers, which miraculously look barely touched. He does brighten up a bit when you enter but it's still diluted in the melancholy.

You strip to your undergarments too, sitting in the large tub with Fundy gladly between your legs, back to your chest. Your little fox greatly enjoys being held, even now that somethings bothering him he's all over you, head tipped back to rest on your shoulder.

"What's wrong darling," You ask gently, pressing soft kisses to his jawline. "You're acting more distant than usual."

"It's nothing just..." He bites his lower lip and looks away with a sigh. "I miss home."

You try to ignore the tension in his body as he asks. It's so off-putting when he gets scared of you. You sigh, thinking back to Monarch's recent break-in to one of your warehouses, trying to find information on Fundy, rightfully assuming you had something to do with it. Maybe... maybe he could visit home.

"If you miss them that badly, you could visit." You suggest casually, though you know the suggestion is anything but to him.

"Really!" Fundy turns, water sloshing out of the tub. He throws his arms around you, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"

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"You're not coming along," Fundy asks again, biting his lip.

"I'll be there the entire time, just not by your side." You assure him, reaching up to brush hair from his eyes. He smiles widely at you, relaxing back at your words. He offers his arm to you one more time before you leave. "Not right now, darling. Can't have you looking less than perfect for your family."

Fundy pouts but obeys as obediently as always. You fix his shirt, making sure the hem isn't too roughed up. It's an old shirt but you can't just dress a missing person in a suit and send him back. He has to look somewhat hazardous. As you hold your hand at his collarbone, pressing against it lightly, he tries to smile. "I'll miss you."

"I know you will, darling." You smile, pulling your hand away. Fundy chases it for a second before swaying back in place, stock still just for you. "Now, I can't drop you off but if you ever need me just say the word. I have people ready to teleport us out."

"Y/N..." Fundy hesitates. "How long do I have with them?"

"All day if you're good." You smiled as Fundy squared his shoulders. "Now, let's go before someone wakes up."

You walk Fundy down an empty road, face covered with an cracked obsidian mask, molten gold filling the cracks. He seems anxious as you walk, hand curled into yours. You stop a few blocks before Fundy's previous residence as a precaution, bringing his hand up for a brief kiss before disappearing into the shadows.

The fox turns toward the street that will guide him home, firey red eyes glimmering in the artificial street light. He takes a step forward, and then another. He starts running, hair mused by the wind, feet carrying him faster as his neglected powers crackle with eagerness. As eager to be used again as Fundy was.

You follow behind casually because you already know where he's running. When you catch up, Fundys gasping lightly, hands on his knees as he stares at his old home with wonder. When he gets his breathe back he reaches forward, hands brushing the redwood door adoringly.

After a seconds hesitation and a glance back for you, he knocks. And then knocks faster. There is a distant voice you can hear yelling but Fundy doesn't stop.

"What!" They yell before the sight in front of their eyes catches up to their brain. They reel backwards, hands reaching to hold their mouth. "Fundy...?"

"Dad," he answers back, voice just as wet. He reaches forward and Wilbur wraps his arms around him and lifts him up, breathless. "Dad! Dad, put me down!"

"Where were you," Wilbur says when he puts him down, voice still shocked as he holds Fundy's face between his hands. He can't quite seem to help himself from pulling Fundy back into his arms.

"Nowhere important, Dad," Fundy mumbles into his father's shoulder. You feel something twist uncomfortably in your stomach as you stare at the reunion but it's easy to ignore. "I don't really want to talk about it. Can we just... watch a few movies? We could have that pizza from down the block?"

"Fundy you hate that place," Wilbur says with a small frown, he smoothes it out easily when Fundy just tilts forward with a sigh. "Alright. I'll call them and we can watch Treasure Planet. How'd that feel bud?"

"I'd love that," Fundy says, more relaxed than you've ever seen him. "I really, really would."

The night goes off without a hitch. Wilbur seemed tense but he always let Fundy lie to him and pretend it was nothing. They sit around and eat really cheesy pizza and watch the same movie twice before just talking for another 3 hours. They eat the leftovers of the pizza and Wilbur makes sure to remind Fundy every 5 minutes that he loves him.

When Fundy took a step out the front door, face nostalgic and sad, Wilbur took it in stride. He sweeps Fundy into one last hug, shoulders shaking with repressed tears. When he pulls away, he sets a gentle kiss on Fundy's forehead and says one last time, "I love you."

And Fundy smiles, that sweet and gentle one you had grown to adore, "I know, Dad. I love you too."

He steps away, pausing for a moment like he's rethinking something. With a small shake of his head, he lets go of the hesitation and leaves. You wait, staring right at Wilbur- Willow, you realize now, and his face splits into a soft sob as he falls to his knees.

You turn to follow after Fundy and don't looks back.

{《☆》}

Fundy has been in a higher spirits after his visit home. He seems lighter now that he's been reassured they're okay. It's not really insulting that he thinks you'd hurt them, you've had far worse assumptions made about you. Your mother had thought you the antichrist and tried murdering you as a young toddler, so at least this one was believeable and didn't result in a lifelong scar.

He seemed normal, pressing kisses to your bloody hands when you returned from work, bleeding for you, tracing your claims on his body like he wanted to brand them into his skin. But you never quite managed to get rid of the memory of his willing departure. You had started this with adrenaline coursing your veins, joyful at how much work Fundy was to break, ravishing yourself in his unique blood. Now though, it felt different. There was no game to play now that you knew he was loyal to you, utterly and completely yours.

You flicked through papers from your henchmen who were only reporting minor issues, homeless people breaking into warehouses or vigilantes sniffing around. Ugh, even they had started producing higher numbers. You were undoubtedly the strongest villain in the city and yet— You were incomplete.

"Darling," You call out, lips quirked up as eager footsteps come racing. Fundy waits patiently by the door for you to say something, anything at all. You rack your finger against the desk, nodding him over. As he settles on your lap, hands on your shoulder silently, something feels wrong.

You look back at your desk, staring at the picture of a homeless kid. Their thin white hair is disheveled as they struggled against two of your workers. Their pale blue eyes glare up at the camera, mouth foaming as he likely screams at the worker holding it. He was apparently a homeless kid with an unusually strong superpower who had broken in for a night's rest. You tilt your head at the photo for a second.

Maybe...

You look into Fundy's eyes, a sharp-toothed grin on your face. "How'd you feel about adopting a kid?"

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[Bro this request is from like 3 months ago ;-; I'm so behind on requests. FYI, the next request is for a third (and final part) of the King Eret works and then after that is another Eret request for a sequel to Sweet Summer Sun. If you're a first time reader who doesn't know what the fuck those are, go to the Eret section and have fun!]

[Anyways I'm going to go start that and then I'm going to rewatch Doukyuusei (this really cute mxm story and it's just ahfkahgk!!!) Take care of yourself, you are loved and appreciated and there are things and people and stories waiting for you that you don't even know exist yet so hold on until you get to meet them and then let them help pull you up.]

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❤ I Do Adore

Request by (@)CountrysideGayBoy 9n Wattpad : "Karls s/o (he/him pronouns) accidentally walks in while streaming and chat has questions. Karl introduces his s/o to chat and some members of the smp (ones that aren't as close to Karl that wouldn't know) and overall is just a huge ball if fluff because I can't do angst rn-"

[He/him]

[1000+ words]

Description: You're hungry for some pizza and chat is hungry for content. [Karl x M!Reader it's in the request]

[Read the rest under the cut]

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"Yoooooo!" Karl yelled through the door, followed by loud giggles. You glanced over, awfully curious of what he's been doing for the last two hours. Typically you could find something to do. Sometimes even watch the streams themselves (amassing over 500k channel points), but tonight was too boring. Way too slow.

You scrolled through your phone, liking cute images of Karl (it was basically 60% of your timeline). As you scrolled your stomached grumbled lightly. Ugh, now you wanted food. Pizza maybe? You'd have to ask Karl. You texted him, not getting a response even as 10 minutes passed. Weird considering even during streams he'd respond fast. You listened to hear if maybe he was talking to someone but it was silent

You could just go ask him yourself?

Mind made up you wipe your hands off and pick up your phone before opening his door. "Karl, you hungry babe?"

Karl turns to you, eyes wide. He still has his headphones on, mid-sip of another Monster can. His obsession with those were unhealthy. Immediately he spits it all over the room mostly missing you luckily enough. "Y/N! I'm still streaming! Go you big doof!"

You reel back, slamming the door and staring at it, dumbfounded. That... wasn't great.

You sit down on the couch, setting your palms into your face and groaning.

You don't know how long it takes for Karl to calm his chat down enough to leave but you can hear his footsteps slowly padding down the hall. Looking up, he's already frowning softly.

When he notices you looking he smoothes his face into a hesitant smile. "Good news and bad news. Good news they didn't see your face, bad news is that they definitely heard you call me babe."

"I'm really sorry, Karl, I thought you ended stream," You are really genuine with your apology. Neither of you were quite ready but Karl had definitely been the more paranoid one and it made you feel guilty, even if it was an accident.

"It's okay, ya doof," He nudges your your shoulder softly. He takes a quiet but deep breath in, like he's more nervous than you were. "Okay so I know we hadn't exactly planned this but maybe... maybe you could come say hi to chat and Tubbo and Tommy. Tubbo and Tommy's who I'm streaming with now, Tubbo's the kid whose famous for his spinny boats and Tommy is the funny Cadillac video I showed you, remember?"

You light up when you realize you recognize the name. While you loved involving yourself with everything Karl loved, he did have one too many online friends for you to memorize all of them. "The bench boys! Wait no, not that. Uhm... Clingy Boys?"

Karl giggles, nodding with a warm little grin. "Close enough. You wait here while I go turn the camera off. I'm keeping your gorgeous looks all to myself."

"Oh hush," You pinch him gently as he leaves, relaxing back into the couch as he leaves. Everything was fine, nothing you couldn't fix together.

When he later guides you into his streaming room, hand linked into yours anxiously. He would definitely be pacing if you weren't tethering him to the seat. You silently squeeze it and he squeezes back.

"Hey Tubbo, where's Tommy?" Karl starts as casually as he can.

"Had to go do some chore for his mom, should be back soon." The voice was European, distinctly British, older teenager maybe.

"We'll that sucks for him, so anyway my boyfriend's here!"

"Hello Mr. Karl's boyfriend!" Tubbo said loudly, happily humming along. "Do you like nukes?"

"Okay, Tubbo, no nuke talk around Y/N," Karl cut in very quickly and you pouted slightly. Tubbo sounded so excited and you weren't interested per se but you also weren't not interested.

"Hello Bee Boy, I'd love to talk nukes." You smiled cheekily at Karl, who played up his scowl for a second before shoulder checking you gently. "But Mr Sunshine over here looks pouty so how about we just pretend to be normal."

"Awww, that's no fun," Tubbo pouted but quickly managed to rope you into agreeing to play minecraft on Karl's account. He was just in between trying to convince you to join Snowchester (a very cute name) when Tommy, a considerably louder British teenager, joined the call.

"Tubbo!" He yells, making you wince a bit. Definitely an earsore.

"What're you up to, man," He seems very extroverted and you smile a bit, he reminds you just a bit of Karl. "Oh hey Karl!"

"Hello," You take great delight in catching him off guard. You and Karl giggle as Tommy's off-guard screeching makes way through Karl's headphones. "I am Karl Jacobs, famous Twitch streamer and very handsome man."

"Shut up," He giggles quietly, trying to muffle them into your shoulder. He's probably blushing up to his ears. Honestly the cutest man alive.

"Are you Karl's boyfriend," Tommy put extra emphasis on the word strictly because it was romantic and you can hardly keep yourself from laughing. He continues just as easily,"You sound funny."

"That's rude Tommy," Tubbo cuts in and if words could, you knew his would be rolling their eyes. "Y/N has been really nice."

Tommy paused at Tubbo's words and then slowly, "Nice enough to give me Karl Merch for free?"

You can't help from laughing this time at the way he says it. You take a couple deep breathes in, trying to calm down and failing once before it works.  Karl's obviously confused but you're sure chats filling him in. "I would love to do that Tommy. Just gimme your address. Right now on stream. Where everyone can hear you."

"It's—," He stops suddenly.  A long pause, "Not a good idea to doxx myself."

"Yup," You agree easily, still smiling. "But nah, I'll see what I can do."

You and Karl take turns switching off Minecraft, keeping the stream entertained with your banter and casual flirting for another 30 minutes. Then Karl started badgering you about the pizza arriving soon (you never ordered it but apparently Karl did), and so you closed off stream, saying goodbye to the British teens with a cheerful wish to talk again, and went to have dinner.

This definitely wasn't what you were expecting from today but maybe this wasn't that bad.

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[And on today's episode of "Things That Could Be Written In A Day But Took Me A Month" we have a request from ages ago. I'm so sorry I'm kinda behind on requests but writers block just seems to twist between slapping me in the face and then leaving me the next second so ヽ(　￣д￣)ノ ]

[Per my request list the next post should be a 1. Pt 2 to a Fundy x reader 2. a 3rd and final part to King Eret's and you'll find out the rest as becomes relevant. Have a good day, take care of yourself. Peace,]

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K1NG LOOK AT THIS :D

LARX BRO THAT IS SO COOL

MY NAME GOT ALL THE PRETTY COLOURS :DDDD

I have to say Wildest Wills and No Friends absolutely ruined me in the best ways possible! Although I don’t expect a second part to No Friends, I’m so genuinely curious on what could happen afterwards because betrayal seems to be the only plausible option in Squid Game and I do enjoy myself some angst and romance! I think it’s so incredibly well-written and the speed of each game event flowed well enough for me to grasp at what standpoint they’re at.

I do hope you continue Wildest Wills especially! There’s so much content to work off of from where you left it and I’m just so obsessed with the concept! I liked how they met and I think following them in their journey together would be so incredible to read and see how they grow with each other. I’m such a simp for the Dream Team and Bad! I’m also such a sucker for badass readers wielding swords and kicking ass so I may be a bit biased for this specific work!

I really adore where your going with all your other writings! I haven’t read all of them yet but I’m obsessed enough to know I’ll be speedrunning them soon enough! I don’t know why but I really enjoy your portrayals and the way you depict scenes and characters! I hope you don’t mind the long comment I’m just absolutely wow’d!

So I don't think I'm going to continue No Friends but I will reveal some of my writing thoughts behind it since you're curious!

So it's based off a song with the exact same name. But uh, the nightcore version because... yup.

I had just finished Squid Game at the time and so I was like, yes this is a good idea. And then it was but it was also a lot of work and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

The "ending" I included is 100% fake. No minors were in Squid Game, though certain LManburg adults were. If i had to make an ending, I'm a sucker for angst but I also want happy endings so probably breaking your way out but then one of your sacrificing yourself to save the others.

If I had to decide a concrete ending with no "They all live" endings, Sapnap would be the winner. George would be too weak to survive too long, Dream would be taken down by Wilbur killing both of them, and Sapnap would in the end survive by killing Fundy, who had helped kill George.

So! I'm currently writing a pt 2 to Wildest Wills : Currently unnamed. Not going to spoil it! But! Expect some good old SBI ha ha :)

And omg you are so sweet!!! I really enjoy writing and I'm so glad all of you guys enjoy my writing too!!! Have a great day, you're incredible!!!

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❤ Dance With me

[2500+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You, Eret, and Dean go to the upcoming Aether festival. It turns out way more romantic than planned. (Eret x m!reader) (requested by @oofy-woofy and @djaynightmare )

[Read the rest under the cut]

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There is something so exhilarating about doing something dangerous, especially when it's forbidden. And nothing fits that description more than your little rendevous with Eret.

You breathe a breathy little sigh at his name in your head. You know it goes against just about every rule book in the kingdom but at this point, you don't care. You love him, maybe you have for a while.

it's frightening to think about loving someone as important as Eret. It's a risk and right now you're the biggest gambler in the Greater Dream SMP.

But you're committed, enough to stand where you are right now, in King Eret's bedroom waiting to ask for him to meet your brother.

Dean is the only remaining family you have and even though you've had an occasional romp in the woods, none have ever met him. You've had crushes and relationships but none of them has made you feel this helplessly smitten as Eret has.

You startle as the door opens and as you whirl around you're faced with a gently smiling Eret, a tad bit confused but just as sweet as always. "My king..."

"Y/N," He smiles, bemused, "Is there a reason for this visit or are you just here to see me?"

"Ah," You awkwardly look down at your hands. It's weird that you're standing in a room you're so familiar with without armour, just plain clothes, it makes you feel so embarrassingly naked. "I do have a reason but I love seeing you no matter what."

"Such a flatterer," Eret smiles fondly, walking over to press a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. He cradles your jaw in his hands, brushing calloused thumbs over faintly scarred skin. "You're so beautiful, my dear."

"So are you," You mumble as you pull him closer, pressing your foreheads together. You've certainly gotten bolder as the weeks pass. Something about Eret just makes you want to be near him and you're not one to ignore your desires.

He smiles, pressing another light kiss to your lips he leans forward to press his forehead to your shoulder. "What do you need, my love?"

You take a deep breath in, trying to ignore the subtle shaking in your hands. "I... I would like you to meet my brother."

Eret pulls back and he's still smiling, which is a good sign. "Of course, why would I say no."

You sigh, relaxing forward and slumping into Eret. "Yeah, I don't know why I was worried. I mean, I've met your brother."

The prince was a little firecracker who was usually seen fighting with Eret more often than not. Recently he had run away and you're still not sure of all the details but Eret had been trying extremely hard to get all of you to get along. The prince was certainly blunt but he had been nice too and had every bit the good heart that Eret did.

"Where would you like to go, darling," Eret brushes his hands over your shoulder, tracing invisible lines on your clothes. "I'll take you anywhere, my love, even the moon."

You can't stop yourself from giggling, "You're too sweet, my Eret. No, I think we should aim somewhere closer to home. Dean can't go too far. Maybe we can take him to the festival happening soon."

"Ah, the Aether festival," Eret sighs dreamily. "I haven't been able to go in ages. There's a legend for this wonderful festival. Supposedly, at the final dance of the night, there will be a pair of fated lovers dancing who will have the light of the Aether shined upon them, deeming them soulmates to match the other perfectly."

"Supposedly?" You murmur softly. "Is it true?"

"It might be, maybe not. Unfortunately, there's no good fortune with the Aether Gods, we've not had their blessings in ages. A good chunk of funds has been allocated to this festival to try and be in their good graces." Eret shakes his head. "I'd rather ignore that religious mess. I've got a decent connection to Prime, Aether Gods are not my business to mess with."

You hum, twisting Eret's hair between your fingers gently. "Well, I think Dean would love to meet you anywhere. So," you pull him in by the waist, "If my Eret isn't too busy, we could cuddle."

Eret smiles, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I would love to, my darling."

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Dean is more than nervous to see Eret, dragging his knuckles across his thigh and back up in a self-soothing motion. You've walked him through the rules more than three times but the nerves are still biting at your heels too.

"How long until we get there," Dean mutters softly, glancing out at the town wistfully. The carriage you're taking, courtesy of Eret, is beautiful and absolutely heavenly to sit in but Dean looks so sad at not being able to walk after being stuck in the hospital for so long.

"We're almost there, buddy, don't worry," You reach over and brush his hair back, lips quirking into a grin as his baby hair poof back up. "Are you nervous?"

"Are you kidding me? It's the King Eret, of course I'm nervous!" Dean smacks his lips together, looking out the window again. He takes a deep breath in, rehearsed. "Everything looks so pretty now..."

You pull yourself together, glancing out the window and feeling startled at how close you are to the town's centre. Eret should be waiting there for you, hidden in one way or another so that he could enjoy the night out without any guards. Well, any guards other than you, that is.

You fiddle with the bracelet Dean had made for you ages ago and you see him glance over. His face softens from the tense lines it had drawn itself into, a small dopey smile on his lips. "That's my bracelet."

"What, thought I wouldn't wear this amazingly fashionable piece of jewelry?" You laughed slightly, gently poking Dean's shoulder.

He grinned back at you. "You're such a loser."

"Pfft, this loser bagged the king," You jut your chin up, haughtiness pouring off you. "I don't see you dating a king."

"I could if I wanted to," Dean protests. He flaps his hands willy-nilly. "But I think girls are cooler."

"Fair is fair," You shrug with a smile. You lean back against the seat, head tilted to lean against Dean. "You're a great kid, Dean."

"I guess you're a decent brother," He mumbles back, leaning into you too. It's a considerably smoother ride along the carriage as you get closer to town square. Maybe you should remind Eret to work on the kingdom's pothole problem. "I love you."

"I love you too," You squeeze his hand gently before slowly standing. The carriage has already slowed enough that you're perfectly fine standing, coming to a stop right by Ms Nihachu's cafe. "Eret's supposed to meet up inside so I can get you a hot cocoa or something."

Dean gasps, rushing to stand. "Really? Did the doctor and dietician clear that?"

"Of course, I'm not dumb," You ruffle Dean's hair, feeling just as excited as he does.

"I haven't had cocoa in ages," He nearly squeals, practically pushing you out of the carriage. You help him down much nicer (bratty brothers are a pain) and he's just as quick to drag you to the cafe's door.

You don't have time to greet Ms Nihachu, who looks surprised to see you being dragged by a small and weak child, instead instantly being dragged to the open windows of deserts for Dean to browse. His face is practically pressed into the glass, eyes wide.

"How many can I have?" He askes, awed.

"For now, a hot cocoa and a light snack." You press him back to your side, smiling at his bright eyed stare. "Maybe later tonight you can try donuts. They're new from L'Manburg."

"Oh," Dean frowns for a second before shaking his head. He looks up at you, impressionable eyes that remind you exactly of your mother's. "Are they any good?"

"Yeah, L'Manburg's practically sweets central," You say, squeezing his shoulder softly. Dean nods, not hesitating to bounce on over to the counter where Ms Nihachu is watching you both.

"Hello dear, what would you like today," Ms Nihachu asks Dean, a bright smile on her face.

He looks back at you and you nod. "Can I please have a hot cocoa and uhm, those sweet looking bread. Right there."

"Of course. Anything else?" Niki turns to grab a tray before carefully picking up a white concha.

"Y/N, what'd you want?" Dean turns to you, eyes wide in a way you know means he won't let you go empty handed.

"Anything fine, Dede," You ruffle his hair fondly.

He scowls at you, still leaning into your palm. "Stop calling me that. He'll have the same."

"Hi Sir Y/N," Ms Nihachu smiles at the two of you, certainly amused at the one-sided argument. "Is this a new squire of yours? I can't remember you ever taking one before."

"Oh no, Dean here's my baby brother," You beam, excited to ramble about your brother to another person. Eret would never admit it but you definitely ramble about him far too often. "This is going to be his first Aether fesitval!"

Niki gasps for your implorement. "Really?"

You nod rapidly. "Yeah, I know! We've talked all about what this festival's gonna look like and I even asked permission to show off the drafts for the town square! It was all so exciting and I can't wait for him to see directly!"

"That sounds wonderful," Niki laughs. She hands you the bags, tutting carefully as Dean's hand grabs the hot cocoa. "Alright well have a good visit."

"Thank you, Ms Nihachu."

You settle down in a welcoming and comfy corner booth. Dean insists on sitting on the side with view of the door so that he can spot Eret first.

But you fail to realize it's horribly easy for both of you to get distracted and when someone's tapping on your shoulder, both members of the L/N family flounder over themselves.

"Eret!" You gasp, delighted and slightly embarrassed. You quickly swipe the drink from the top of your lip, hoping he didn't see it. "You're here!"

"Of course I am," He chuckles, sitting next to you. He gives Dean his best smile. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Dean nods rapidly, eyes flittering over Eret's looming stature. He looked back at you, wide-eyed and pleading. You try not to laugh too loud. "He's happy to meet you too, Eret."

And it's nothing if not the truth. Dean's practically saddled at Eret's side the entire time, and once he gets over his shyness, it's all question about Eret's time in the war and how many animals he must own. Hilariously enough, Eret manages to cajole Dean into his favourite talk about the best anima and gets throughly decimated by Dean's answer of Polar bear.

As Dean settles quietly next to you, tuckered out and nibbling on a glazed donut, you glance over at the center of the festival. The area is cleared off of tables and flattened with stone slabs to become a makeshift dance floor with no dips or grooves. Couples swing around to the bards melodic voices, onlookers stomping to the beat of the songs.

But the night was dark and maybe it was just you but being surrounded by strangers on every side only heightened your paranoia. Eret looks over, love playing on his lips as he looks at you in that special way. "Would it kill you to relax?"

"Probably," You reply on impulse. "Likely it would kill you too. That's rather the point."

Eret huffs like you told a funny joke, eyes scrunching up at the edges. "I'll risk it," he stood and in one fluid motion, held a hand out to you, curved in the perfect position for you to hold. "Dance with me."

You put your hand in his and it's like they meld together, fitting in that ever-perfect way that follows everything Eret seems to do or love. His fingers squeeze your hand once-twice-pause-once and you can't help yourself. You tip yourself forward and press a gentle kiss to pale pink lips. Eret smiles into it, a hand coming to hold your waist, gently holding you like you are everything precious in the world melded into one. You pull away, murmuring your words against his lips. "Alright,"

Eret leads you to the dance floor and holds you close even when the music demands a spin or a step back, his arms always wrap around you. It's not until a partner swap that he reluctantly let's you go, twirling you off to a bright young lady who steps on your toes once or twice. As you dance to your next partner, an grayed old man who chuckles as you spin him slowly, beams of moonlight, pure and silver, weave between pairs of dancers, brushing feet and tracing invisible lines in sand.

You turn to your next partner, a young woman who dances around you without touching, still smiling as she softly hip bumps you before you leave. The dazzling moonlight catches on your bracelet for a second, showing off the colours that Dean had woven into it for you. It dances up your arm as you are held in Eret's arms once again. He is cradled by the moonlight just as you are, cheeks glowing in silver and pink pureness. You can't help yourself from pulling him towards you and pressing your foreheads together. He is the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you take in the delicate features that build the man you love. Eret lips are curved in that ever perfect way and you catch them in a moment of blissful passion.

When you pull apart, it is only you and Eret held in the arms of the moon. The rest of the world is quiet, as if to let you simply breathe in each other. Eret looks up, face alight in wonder and adoration as well as realization. "The Aether's light..." he looks down at you and tears spring to his eyes. "My moonlight."

Your mouth widens into a wobbily "Oh". You look around at the star-struck citizens (part of you distantly realizes that Eret's hardly concealed cover was definitely blown) and then back at Eret. This time all the air gets knocked out of your lungs at the pure love that spreads from his curve of his eyes to the smile on his mouth, like it's feeding into you from where his fingertips press into your waist, like it's imprinted on you lips, painted a million shades of Eret.

You reach to hold his cheek, trying to imprint the same love into your loose wrist and love-love-loving cradle. His eyes flutter shut at the contact, pressed into your palm like it's his own personal Eden. You curl him towards you, lips next to his ear and whispher. "I think your cover is blown."

Eret's head tips back, eyes squeezed shut as he laughs.

{《☆》}

[Hey hey hey! So it's been ages, truly far too long. Like two months or something. Anyways I am low-key on a roll rn, finishing a chp for distance yesterday and now this.]

[Honestly this has been in the workshop for months. I've just been struggling to write it. I had rewritten the start about 5 or 6 different times before I ended on the festival idea. I'm unsure if I'll continue this Eret series but it's truly been a delight writing it and I've fallen in love with all the characters, with a soft spot for Dean and Spencer. If I ever write about this again, they'll definitely have more screen time.]

[Anyways, I'm rambling. Personal update, about to do major tests soon, today was my sister's birthday and mine's in like 2 weeks, and honestly allergies are hitting me like a hard sack of shit. "Profesional" update/schedule is Requests: pt2 sss!eret, George x mreader, pt2 prince reader, and platonic philza x reader! It's also very likely that I'll be working on non-requests (expect the unexpected is all im saying) in between because I'm finding it easier to not be conformed to one-writing project right now so yeah, that's happening! Anyways, take care of yourself, hydrate and eat, sleep and make sure to talk to those you love. Even one good morning can be a small step!]

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