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'the end', a specially made realm of which only truly worthy people have managed to reach. a specially made realm managed by a specially delightful god that wilbur was proud to call his.
and only his.
the one they now call their god was quite lonely growing up as his father, who was training him to be a perfect descendant, was the more determined type.
though, the training included teleporting to the sacred realm many referred to as 'the end' which eventually led to his relationship with a certain blonde who was planning to meet with him on the small floating island they've made that only they had access to, for reasons preferably not to be spoken about.
after giving the endermen orders that may or may not take a few decades, he slipped through the portal and saw a familiar half enderman waiting for him.
“just pick up some glow berries on your way home.„
once swiftly giving his older brother his request for the day, he jumped into the portal — the enderian giggled a little at his sibling, then facing away to meet with wilbur.
while the brunette waited for dream, he played a tune he'd produced specifically for the other male.
approaching the other, the blonde heard a soothing tune he hadn't heard in years due to the endermen under his administration keeping him busy all of the time and the taller male's adoptive siblings taking wilbur around the caves that were filled to the brim with rather impressive structures.
“funny, you still remember how to play it.„
“I have it written down, plus I have better memory than rose.„
despite not knowing this 'rose' that wilbur had just referred to, dream landed onto the comforting feeling of grass on his mostly bare feet — a few flowers coming into contact with his legs — and went to sit next to brunette on the picnic blanket that they received from a commoner that the god of chaos, technoblade, had befriended three and a half decades ago.
as the soft tune played in the background, brief flashes of when they first met from 40 years ago passed through his mind. it definitely wasn't a great first meeting, but if it weren't for that unusual occurence, they certainly wouldn't be here now but rather at war.
how is this considered training your son? it's a death wish — sneaking up on the administrator of the end with multiple unnaturally tall enderian bodyguards by his side.
it doesn't help that enderians also have keen eyesight.
“their hearing may be below average, but that doesn't mean they won't see us, father.„
“you have the power to create whatever structure it is you desire, much like rose, your chance of passing by without getting noticed is higher than your death rate.„
the brunette nervously let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding then started to make his move — he's incompetent in the stealth department, considering one of the guards had sensed he was there the moment he'd started walking. shit.
“this is awkward.„ nervous, he put his attention at the bright purple particles the enderians emitted overtime, slightly fascinated by it.
“ranboo.„
and just like that, he was tied up by a half and half who he assumed was ranboo and then suddenly blacked out, most likely from the green smoke the hybrid had willingly released.
“explanation.„
“father's orders, bad stealth game, enderians have really keen eyesight unlike rose.„
the blonde hummed in response — quick and simple, it works. “guards, leave.„ he said sternly, sitting down to look at wilbur, who was still tied up and on his knees, in the eyes.
“I'll let you off on one condition.„
desperately not wanting to get in trouble and having to suffer an hour long lecture from his father, he nodded immediately and looked at the other with an obviously anxious look in his mesmerising hazel eyes.
“be my friend?„ now that confused him — what kind of condition is that? the brunette didn't really have a problem with befriending someone, he was quite lonely anyway, he was just curious about the enderian's reasoning for such a condition is all.
despite that, with a slight chuckle, the god in training nodded, agreeing to be the administrator's new companion.
“I'm genuinely surprised you still remember me.„
“bad hearing doesn't equal bad memory, wilbur.„ the enderian looked at the taller male with his usual cocky attitude.
the brunette scoffed at the smug look on the other's face, “I'm just considering the 14 years we've been apart.„ out of spite, the god stopped playing the specially made tune and looked away from the blonde who was now pleading for the other to continue playing the guitar for him.
“now look who's on his knees.„
“that was literally four decades ago.„
“still angers me.„
the enderian huffed angrily, picking up a pebble and throwing it at the other's lap — the other cursed under his breath at the action as it had actually hurt, surprisingly. as comeback, the brunette gently flicked the other male's cheek and looked at him with a mischievous look on his face.
“fucko.„ the administrator tackled the taller male to the ground and sat on wilbur's torso while he pinched the god's cheek.
“get off.„ dream only shook his head no in return, continuing to pinch the other's cheek. at some point, for no reason at all, the blonde stole the other's beanie and hid it away to who knows where.
“low blow.„ he whispered then tugged at his lover's tail, “I'll play the tune again if you get off.„ luckily, the renowned duelist was a sucker for good music, so he finally lifted his legs off of the other and went back to his original position, handing the brunette his beanie that he'd somehow retrieved without wilbur's knowledge.
sighing, the taller male sat up, swiftly putting his beanie back on and getting hold of the guitar that sat beside him. hesitantly, he started playing.
the blonde smiled, “you should write lyrics for it, perhaps I can sing for you.„ new achievement, catching the god's attention with a simple 'I can sing for you.' the brunette looked at him, silently considering the idea.
“yeah, perhaps.„