Phosphorescence | Eret x fem!reader [DISCONTINUED]

Blacksmith's [12]

(I paused the newest Tales at this frame, take it my loves)

It's been a few days since George first came to help me build, and the two days following he's had a few friends help out with the castle, too. I, right now, am working with Punz on possible designs for thrones for the castle.

"Well Y/N, since you have a silver crown with black accents, why don't we theme your throne that way. Maybe add traces of f/c along there, too?" I nod along to what Punz suggests, liking his idea.

"And what about Eret?" I ask. "I was about to get to that. Maybe a golden throne with small red accents, to also match his crown along with cape. And maybe some blue, pink and purple tracing through, like the f/c accents on your throne?"

"I like that. I think he'd like it," I look down at the sketches that Punz has drawn up, the chairs have miraculous realism, drawn with a bunch of attention to detail. I gasp, "Wait, Punz! I didn't know you could draw so beautifully."

"I- uh, thank you. I don't really draw that often, but for you, My Queen, I'd do it anytime," he giggles, and I notice a faint blush creeping on his freckled face. His eyes move away from me, and to the floor as he rubs his neck.

I reach out and brush my thumb on his cheek, "You are so adorable, Punzo." "I- what?" "Oh my goodness that sounds so weirder than I meant I'm so sorry!"

He returns his gaze to me. "It's fine, Y/N. I just wasn't expecting you to do that," Punz says, his voice deep with genuineness. I look away, not sure what to say, a smile smile barely visible on my lips.

The environment is broken up by a younger boy, by the looks of it 16, Tommy and Tubbo's age, enters. Punz looks away from me, "Oh, hey Purpled! What'cha need bud?"

The boy, Purpled, nods to me, and responds, "Hey Punz. I was wondering if you could forge me a new chain? Mine kinda broke." Purpled chuckles, running a single hand through his chestnut hair.

I look at him, making sure to remember him in case I ever see him again. He has freckled, well tanned skin, and beautiful heterochromatic eyes. One eye is a hazely grey, the other a diluted purple.

He wears an almost neon purple hoodie, it hangs down at his thighs, and he has the large sleeves pushed up. He also wears black jeans, paired with black and purple checkered shoes.

I zone back in when I hear my name. "Y/N?" "Hm? Sorry, I just kinda zoned out there." "It's fine, I was going to ask if you wanted Purpled to help you brainstorm throne ideas while I make him a chain," Punz asks, kindly looking at me.

"Sure, I don't mind! It'll be nice, having someone with different tastes helping out," I turn to the mentioned boy, grinning at him from my place on the ground.

He sits on a cushion next to me, peering at the paper that Punz had drawn on. The different designs are split on the page, between mine and Eret's. "These are nice," he murmurs, brushing a finger on the page.

I hum in agreement, unsure as to what to say. I point out two of my favourite designs for Eret, "I'm torn between these two for Eret. They're both so pretty, I truly can't decide. What do you think if 'em?"

"Hmm, I like the one on the right more, it's more... how would you say, calm? Yeah, it's more calm. Eret's a chill guy, and I think his throne should match that," Purpled decides.

I nod, looking at the younger. "That makes sense. I like that," I say, smiling as he looks down at me.

(WHAT THE FACK HES 6'3"?!)

"Thanks," he breathily laughs, returning the smile. Instead of speaking, I nod, and look away, attempting to avoid and awkwardness.

Attempt failed. Mainly.

We subside into silence, more of an unknowing, uneasy kind of silence, and stay like this for a few minutes. I reach for the pencil, and before I grab it, I feel a weight lifted from my head.

I turn rapidly, and instead of the expected Purpled holding my crown, I see Punz, looming above me. "Hello shortie," he says, the crown balanced in his hands.

I gawk at him, earning a full-blown laugh from Purpled. "You— I— what?" I stutter out, and Punz grins widely. "Come get it," Punz challenges, winking at Purpled, who returns it.

I spring up, meeting his shoulder. We stand still, and I reach up to snatch the crown after a few moments. Punz moves his arm behind me, and I grab empty air. He brings back his hand, empty as well.

He uses his left hand instead, pulling me close to him. "Caught you," he quietly says, causing my cheeks to burn a light scarlet from his tone.

(I'm sorry about what I'm about to do, I LOVE THIS SONG TOO MUCH I HAD TO ADD A REF)

"Well Punzo. You've gotta know I was walking down the street when I saw a pretty little thing," I rub my thumb on his jaw, feeling the scruff growing. "Walkin down the path. And he said, 'I've never seen a gal, who looks so alone, could you use a little company? If you pay the right price, your evening will be nice. And you can go send me on my way!' N' I said 'You're such a sweet young thing, why'd you do this to yourself?'" I pause and look at him.

"He looked at me and this is what he said, 'There ain't no rest for the wicked, my dear. Money don't grow on trees! I got bills to pay, mouths to feed, there ain't nothing in this world for free!'" I stop, looking Punz in the eyes.

"What the fuck?" I hear from behind me, and I turn to smile at Purpled. "Y/N, what the fuck? Why would you- you just broke that man! What the fuck?" he stutters, astounded.

"It's just a trick, boy. Play your cards right on a girl and all may go well, she may even get startstruck like this lad. Now, my crown please? I do have a meeting in a few hours that I must get prepared for," I talk to Purpled, getting my crown back.

I tug away from Punz's grip, smiling at him as I exit the small building. "Cya boys!" I call, closing the door with a click. I run down the hilly path, cape buffeting in the wind behind me.

At the Community House I run into a familiar, and unwanted person.

Wilbur Soot.

(Haha L take the cliffhanger)

(PLEASE DONT HATE ME FOR IT-)