"Can you help me with this, U/n?" Tommy asked, moving a stone block, "My inventory's full." Nodding, I wandered over, and Tommy rested the block in my hands.

Grunting at the weight of it, I brought it over to the desired location and set it down. Dusting off my hands, Tommy caught my attention again.

"By the way, I met up with Ghostbur earlier. He said he wanted to talk to you. Wouldn't tell me why though, just kept fiddling with something in his pocket."

Nodding, I picked up my tools and sorted them into my inventory. "Um, actually," Tommy muttered, scratching his cheek, "I was wondering if you could help me with something later after you talk to him."

He actually sounded kind of embarrassed.

"What do you need, Tommy?" I asked, messing with my hair. It was coming loose again.

"Well, since I've seen people like Technoblade and Dream fight, I realized that I should probably work on my combat skills. And I was wondering if you could help me." He trailed off, fiddling with his fingers.

I smiled, "That's all you wanted? Of course, I can help you. I'm pretty good with a sword, I should be able to teach you a few things. I can meet you in about... maybe two hours?" I said, and Tommy nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said, bouncing.

Messing up Tommy's hair, I smiled. "See you there, kid."

I rolled my shoulder as I walked, my shoes tapping against the brick under my feet. Walking through the Smp, I rounded a corner. "There he is," I said to myself, spotting Ghostbur who was currently talking to Phil.

Pausing a good distance, still out of their sightline, I observed. What Tommy had said seemed to be true. Ghostbur looked extremely anxious, his ghostly face somehow even paler than usual. Phil seemed to be trying to calm the nervous ghost, but it wasn't really working...

Ghostbur looked like he was about to combust.

Tip-toeing out of my hiding place, I slunk into the shadows and crept my way over to the two. Nearing, I could hear small snippets of their conversation.

"-have to ask eventually." That was Phil.

"You think I don't-" That was Ghostbur.

Sneaking closer, I hid behind the wall, my back pressed against it. My ears twitched to pick up the conversation. Now, I could hear nearly everything.

"-here is he anyway?" Phil asked, and I could hear Ghostbur sigh. "I asked Tommy to get him for me, I was too nervous to find him myself." Phil hummed, he seemed to understand whatever was going on.

"Did you get one?" Phil asked. There was a slight shuffling noise, and Ghostbur let out a small "Yeah." "That's a nice one," Phil reassured him, "I'm sure he'll like it."

Ghostbur's voice went up a pitch with anxiety. "What if he says no?" He whispered, which my ears barely picked up. I stayed hidden behind my wall for a little while before I heard one of them moving around. "You have to get ready," came Phil's voice, "I'll be here, no matter what happens."

Phil walked past me and glanced at his surroundings. His eyes passed over me for a second but continued on without hesitation. I don't think he saw me.

When Phil went around the corner, I silently stood from my spot, turning to where Ghostbur was. He was biting the transparent skin on his lip, pacing back and forth. I walked up to him, and he jumped when he saw me.

"Ah, U/n," he squeaked, sticking his hands into his pockets. I nodded at him, "Ghostbur. Why exactly did you ask me to come here?"

"Uh..." he hesitated, thinking. "I kind of got the idea from Ranboo and Tubbo, and they seem very happy together. You've been very nice to me, and I was wondering... well..."

Oh.

Oh, that's cute.

"Ghostbur," I asked softly, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

He glanced up quickly, looking me in the eye for a second before looking away again. Ghostbur nodded and reached for his pocket. He shuffled around for a few seconds until he pulled something out.

When he placed it in my hand, I looked down. "Oh..." I whispered. In my palm laid a small golden band, the perfect size for my ring finger. It was decorated with three tiny diamonds, and the inside held an engraving.

It was never meant to be.

The engraving of the ring was an exact opposition to what Wilbur had said before he died. I looked from Ghostbur back to the ring. "So," Ghostbur, asked hesitantly, "What do you say?"

.

.

.

.

"...Yes."

Ghostbur's face lit up and he floated over to me. Lifting the ring from my palm, he slid it onto my finger.

It fit perfectly.

Ghostbur made a strange crooning noise and slid his hand into mine. He pressed his cheek against mine, and I could feel him smile.

We stayed like that. For forty minutes. Then I thought about the wedding. We were going to probably have a wedding at some point, so I need to plan for that.

Ghostbur leaned into me, breathing softly. He fell asleep.

Maybe I could ask Fundy, he got married to Dream at some point. Kind of.

Ah, that's gonna be a lot to worry about.

Maybe Tommy and Michael could be the flower girls.

Speaking of Tommy...

"Ghostbur," I whispered, nudging him softly. He only shifted again, mumbling in his sleep. I nudged him again. "Ghostbur, honey. Wake up, I told Tommy I would teach him how to fight."

"But I don't want you to go..." Ghostbur whined softly, burying his face into my chest. I softly took hold of his head and pulled him away. He gave me big puppy-dog eyes, but I only smiled. "Sorry darling, that's not gonna work on me."

He pouted.

I kissed his forehead and looked quickly into my inventory. Yep, I've got everything I need. "Ok, I'll see you in a little while," I said, and Ghostbur waved at me.

"Alright Tommy," I said, "Show me your usual position." Tommy held a wooden sword in his hand, and I stood in front of him, a sword in my hand.

Looking at his stance, I instantly noticed a few things. "Widen your stance," I said, nudging his leg with my sword. "If you stand to small, you'll be knocked off balance. The same is true when you stand too wide. You need to find a happy medium."

Tommy nodded, fixing the way he was standing. I continued to correct the small inconsistencies. But that quickly wore on his patience. "Can we do something more exciting?" Tommy insisted, dropping his arms, "I'm more of a hands on learner than a watching learner."

I paused, biting the inside of my cheek. Hands on? Like, actually fighting him? It had been a while since I had actually fought someone. I turned back to Tommy.

"Are you sure?" I asked, "I might accidentally hurt you."

Tommy nodded insistently, causing me to sigh. He wasn't going to drop this. Taking a wooden sword from my inventory, I felt it in my hand. It's just a sparring match, he'll be fine.

"Ready?" I asked, and I received a thumbs up from Tommy.

"Begin."

We circled each other slowly, looking for openings of any kind. Every time one of us found an opening, we took it. Jabs and blows were taken, but nothing bad. Eventually, Tommy decided a risky move that ultimately failed.

He had attempted to go for my side, which wasn't even really open. I had caught his sword with my own, twisting it so that Tommy flinched and dropped his sword. Pointint my sword at him, he raised his hands in surrender.

"I yield," he said, and I placed the sword down. "What else can you teach me?" Tommy asked, and I considered my options for a second.

I walked over to a chest of weapons I had laid out and picked up a crossbow.

"If someone challenges you to a duel, and they give you a choice between a bow and a crossbow, my advice is to go with the bow." I said, loading said weapon. When it clicked into place, I turned to Tommy.

"The crossbow takes longer to load. And if your opponent chose the bow, they can definitely load and fire a bow faster than you can load and fire a crossbow." I said, shooting at a target.

Bullseye.

"By the way," Tommy said, "What did Ghostbur want?" I glanced at him and raised up my ringed hand.

"He wanted to propose."

Tommy looked at me, then atmy hand, then back at me. Faintly, under his breath, I could hear his whisper,

"Took him long enough."

____________________________________________________________