#t!ghostbur

May you bless us with some WONDERFUL T!Ghostbur and G!Revivebur? Do you have any to spare?

Thank you,

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yooOOO congrats on the vaccination >:D!!! uhhhhh here take something a lil bit lighter fhbjdkjndkknjfbn

(also a small ghostbur with a blue bandaid for u :])

Cw: language

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It was a loud, unsettling thunderstorm night. And the people who are hunting for charged creeper doesn't fucking help with Tommy's situation either, with the distant thunder roar around the horizon.

The tent was already fucking uncomfortable, Tommy can practically feel tons of water dripping fron the wool ceiling. His bed may just be a mat above a grass floor. At least the grass and dirt gave more cushion than rocks.

Fuck. Man. Exile fucking sucks. And of course Dream isn't here, that bastard, why the fuck would he even be here?

"I should go, Tommy. It's dark, so do not go out of the tent unless you wanted to lure creepers and other mobs" was Dream's reasoning before he tridented away. Must be nice, flying in the rain.

And of course, Tommy went out of his tent. Y'know, because Dream is a pussy and a little bitch and Tommy is a Big Man and is not scared of mobs

A loud boom was heard around the vicinity of logstedshire, and there was a creeper hole right in front of Tnret. Listen, it's not Tommy's fault there was a fucking creeper right in front of his tent.

The sight of the creeper hole was already sad to see, and Tommy does not want to feel sad. ....sadder than he is now, at least.

Come to think of it, why the fuck would he want Dream here anyway? He's evil. Dream's a fucking bastard and he's fucking evil. Tommy missing human interactions and warmth will not be a excuse for that.

Another thunder roar echoed from the horizon, and because Tommy is a Big Man, he isn't bothered with that at all. No.

Until one of the lightning is right beside the Christmas tree, and Tommy could practically see the thing flashed from inside his wool tent.

Tommy was too shocked to scream at the time he saw the thing, but then the sound came.

That's when he screamed.

It was loud, loud and it reminded him of the explosions. The explosions of Dream blowing up his things—"Put your item in the hole"— the wither explosions— "You want to be a hero, Tommy?"— and... The explosions that blew up L'manburg— "I'll be back- I'll be back"— fuck. That was the last thing he heard from Wilbur. Before he... Before—

"Tommy?" The sudden, familiar voice snapped him out of his thought. Tommy's head instinctively turned to where the source is. It's.. Ghostbur. "Are you okay?" Ghostbur yawned. Right. He was sleeping inside of a half-closed chest. For some reason, Wilbur shrunk in the ghost form. Ghostbur doesn't seem to mind though— well, Ghostbur is honestly happy with everything, so there's that— but seeing Wilbur so tiny felt... "Tommy? You look pale"

"Oh—" Tommy stammered. What was his train of thought again? "It's- It's nothing, Ghostbur. Don't worry, go back to sleep"

"Oh, Okay then!" Ghostbur cheerily replied, climbing down to his spot in the chest. Wait, that's it?—

"Ghostbur!" Tommy spoke up, and Ghostbur turned around "Uh—" What was he going to say again? 'Don't go' ? That's stupid, Ghostbur is still near him, 'Stay here' ? Ghostbur could get caught in the rain and melt, dumbass. Then what..? "Can you... sleep with me?"

What the fuck was that.

"Fuck— wait—"

"Okay!" Ghostbur smiled.

"Huh?"

"Here, Tommy, give me a hand! I'll sleep with you." Ghostbur said, to which Tommy responds with moving Ghostbur from his chest to his.. chest.

"Are you okay with sleeping like this?" Tommy asked, his voice low. Ghostbur felt the vibrations from below him and let out a small hum.

"Yeah! You looked sad earlier, and I just stored my blue in your chest, so this should help!" Ghostbur said, still looking for a comfortable spot to sleep. It's fuckin' weird, seeing a tiny version of your brother(ly figure) on your chest, pacing around. "I know! Tommy, lay on your side, I'll sleep in your hand!"

Tommy blinked, and before he knew it, his hands already reached out to Ghostbur, opening his palm.

Tommy blinked again, and Ghostbur is now in his palm. He stared at Ghostbur— who paid no mind to Tommy, instead pressing his hand to Tommy's palm while giggling to himself. Ghostbur feels... cold. The ghost's temperature feels cold, but at the same time, it feels like he radiates warmness. Tommy's vision blurred.

He misses Wilbur

"Tommy, you can close your hand! It'll be my blank..et.." Ghostbur looked up, and saw tears welling up in Tommy's eyes "Tommy..?"

"Fumk—" Tommy hiccuped "Sorry Ghostbur. It's just-" he shifted, now laying in his sides, wrapping his hand around Ghostbur.

"It's okay Tommy. I look like him, don't I? Alivebur." Ghostbur smiled. Tommy doesn't look at the ghost, but his eyes widened while he gave himself and Ghostbur a shaky nod. "Tommy. You're a strong boy" Ghostbur continued, words slow, trying to tread the path known as feelings carefully "You took back L'manburg with Alivebur, and the now L'manburg looks so beautiful"

Tommy hiccuped. There's something about Ghostbur's tone that's so... so... reassuring. In contrast of Wilbur's low, strong voice, Ghostbur's voice was lighter and had a comforting weight in it. Tommy's heart warmed.

"That's why you need a vacation, Tommy" Ghostbur continued. Oh right, he still doesn't know. "Lads On Tour will continue tomorrow, yeah?" he finishes, petting Tommy's palm.

"Will you be there tomorrow?" Tommy whispered. Taking in Ghostbur's touch. Such warm in such cold, and suddenly the outside temperature doesn't matter anymore. The idea of exile felt a bit more light at the moment. If... If Ghostbur is with him.

"Of course"

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"I'll be with you, Tommy"

"Thanks, Ghostbur." Tommy tightens his hand around Ghostbur a little more— not enough to make Ghostbur uncomfortable— but enough to wrap Ghostbur in his warmth.

Tommy wonders if ghosts are really cold. Because Ghostbur is so warm.

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Note: This was originally intended for the Prompt game where everyone had the same prompt But I quickly realized "Wait, yo, the giant is not in danger nor usually helps the tiny"

I continued anyway☆

Yesss, tiny Ghostbur is very cute💛

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T!Ghostbur + G!Phil

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Philza tries to ignore the pain he feels over the loss of his son, but at night it’s harder to ignore. Everytime he closes his eyes it feels like he’s back in that room with Wilbur begging to...to be killed.

It made it hard to sleep.

One night though while Ghostbur was over he’d offered to help him sleep. Phil hadn’t thought much of it but when the tiny ghost appeared at his bedside asking to cuddle his heart froze. His mind wandered back to when Wilbur was little and he’d come to Phil’s bed after nightmares. The boy was always fond of touch.

Gently Phil lifted the ghost into his hands and even though he was cold, the soft weight felt nice. The ghost leaned into the touch as Phil brought him close to his chest. The soft weight of Ghostbur made Phil’s heart swell.