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Dawn was breaking in the horizon as Fundy wiped the sweat off his forehead. He breathed out heavily, feeling exhaustion weighing him down as he walked up the track. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring all the souvenirs with them. Droplets of the morning dew hit Fundy in the face when he disturbed the greenery during his ascent.
He huffed, readjusting the straps on his back and breathed in the refreshing air of the forest. The snow crunched beneath his feet; some already showing signs of melting as spring washed over the Earth. It wouldn’t be long until the first bud of the flower began to blossom. Their beauty silently longed after the warmth of the sun and the caress of the rain.
Fundy sighed, finally reaching the peak. His eyes softened as he took in the rising sun, tinting the sky with its holy glow. Basking in its glory was his fiance whom Fundy swore despite being turned back to a human (courtesy to Punz) had retained some of that inhuman strength.
“A penny for your thought?” Fundy settled down beside Dream who was staring at the scenery before him where the ground stretched far and beyond; endless possibilities.
“Just admiring the sun.” Dream answered, raising his hands to feel the wind. Green eyes glistened in the morning light. It seemed almost unreal now that Fundy was back here again, where it had all begun.
He recalled being yelled at by the others because apparently he wasn’t supposed to use himself like a human shield anymore after the first strike. It felt so long despite it only being a month since the incident. He chuckled, remembering how annoyed George and Sapnap had been when they were forced to sit out of the battle. They made sure to get back at Fundy though by joining Tommy and Tubbo on a pranking spree.
Fundy regretfully admitted that he still couldn’t get some of the glitters out of his hair but then, as he glanced back at Dream, finding his fiance staring right at him with so much love, it had always been worth it.
“Hey.” Fundy greeted, grinning sheepishly like an idiot.
“Hey.” Dream smiled back, laying his head on top of his bent knees.
“I know it is sudden.” Fundy mused; his eyes never leaving Dream. “But will you…”
“Yes.” Dream cut in and Fundy swore his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t help the giggles bubbling from his chest, feeling it tickled his inside.
“I haven’t even said anything yet!”
“You never need to.” Dream said, smiling so wide that it was blinding to Fundy. Pride surged in him when he realized that he, Fundy was the one that elicited that.
“At least let me finish?” Fundy asked in between his giggles. His frame shook with the intensity of his own laughs. At the nod Dream gave him, he reached over, grabbing the pale hand into his own. Warm. He was hyper aware of the warmth as their hands connected. It was as if it never left.
“Will you marry me when the flowers bloom again?”
It took them half the season to rebuild their old home. Apparently leaving a place for two and a half years really affected the overall quality of the structure. Fundy rounded the corner of the house after he had fixed the front door, searching for the familiar figure, not bothering to hide his grin as he spotted Dream.
Sneaking up behind his fiance, he tackled the other, wrapping his arms around Dream’s waist as he lifted the blonde. The yelp of surprise quickly dissolved into wheezing laughter when the difference in their strength and height made them stumble backwards and down onto the soft grass.
Dream lied on top of him, somehow able to twist mid fall to face him; their faces inches apart from each other as they slowly drowned in each other’s eyes.
“What are you doing out here?” Fundy reached a hand up to run across Dream’s cheek. The other leaned into the warm hand and hummed. The vibrations it sent down onto Fundy’s chest made the ginger giggle.
Fundy barely registered the quick peck on his lips before the weight on top of him was gone. The blonde whirled back to whatever he had been doing, leaving Fundy malfunctioning on the ground.
Fundy gasped, reminding himself that yes, he still needed to breathe as he rolled over. Curiosity lured him forward and like a moth to a flame, he went.
“Is that?” Fundy whispered, looking at the simple grave Dream was making. There wasn’t any marking to indicate who the grave was for, yet as Dream ceremoniously laid a bell on top of the dirt, Fundy understood. Even more so as Dream skilfully weaved together the twigs to mimic that of a deer, pressing it close to the golden bell.
“Callahan.” Dream answered, clasping his hands together in silent prayers for the fallen spirit. Fundy joined; the silence comforting as birds chirped overhead, signalling a new day.
“What’s it like?” Fundy had to ask. “To be a demon.”
Dream creaked open an eye, glancing at the ginger.
“It’s like you are an outsider. Like you are there, but at the same time not really.” Dream stared down at his hands, finding it odd to not imagine them with the sharpened nails. “Sometimes the fog cleared and I was there all at once.”
Fundy huddled closer, pressing his shoulders into his fiance. Dream sighed but allowed himself to relax, leaning slightly towards Fundy and laid his head on the other’s shoulder.
Too many sacrifices.
But they were here now.
Wilbur didn’t make it to the wedding. It was understandable. Dream sighed, folding the letter neatly. The brunet had left after that night. No one really knew where he had gone and there was panic before the first letter came, explaining how he was off travelling the land, learning new things and atoning for his past sins. Sometimes, they would get little trinkles from the man. Nothing too grand, just simple things like how he always wished for.
Wilbur had found an appreciation in music and Dream would still get small poems about his life. To be honest, Dream found it funny when Fundy got defensive every time it was pointed out that he was being jealous, after one too many times of Dream catching him fuming at the letters.
They were all okay. He stood up when he heard the chatters outside of the room, knowing that Sapnap and George had barged into his home again. Dream was glad that they still visited, and sometimes if he got lucky, Skeppy and Bad would join.
Tommy and Tubbo, on the other hand had gone to pursue better career options, with Tubbo apprenticing under Punz while Tommy invested in the making of contraptions. Techno had gone back into the battleground, rapidly gaining ranks and reminding others of his reputation whereas Phil had retired, enjoying life and trying to rebuild the main house.
Too many memories. All encompassed in a box.
Grabbing a fresh roll of bread Nikki had gifted them after the opening of her new bakery with Eret’s sponsorship, Dream couldn’t help the smile on his face. They were all okay.
The yells were getting louder and he should probably go if he still wanted a living husband.
As the door closed silently behind him, the sun peeked in through the crevices of the wooden walls, casting light upon a letter, a clay doll and a fox mask.
