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elytrafemme · 2 years ago

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ik you're away (and im probably conked out en sleeping) but can you explain to me like. how to manage this stuff? ToT I've never srs used ao3 before and i don't wanna like. mess up stuff

SORRY if this is too much . wodjis. im on mobile if it helps anything!!

hey hey hey! yes ofc can try to help here :D disclaimer im not the best at explaining these and others may know more than me but will try!

okay so it seems like you've got a rating already-- the way that I think about ratings (since sometimes the details of which goes where get confusing) is that if it's pretty light hearted and has only very minor mention of heavier themes put it in General, Teen and Up for things that aren't super intense but reference some heavier subjects and use strong language (most fics in this fandom I feel slot into teen), Mature is for fics that have like a lot of violence etc

so Archive warnings Im like extremely bad at but basically those are for things that are like central stuff happening in the fic. If there's only minor violence I don't think you'd need the Graphic tag but if the fic frequently has some intense graphic fight scenes you might want to put that on. If the fic has none of the ones listed (note: not that they have no triggers at all, just that they dont have anything listed under archive warnings), mark No Archive Warnings apply. if there's like a surprising twist ending where a main character dies and you dont want to spoil, you can use Choose not to pick archive warning

uhhh for the most part fandoms should be easy, if you're working with a series that has several types of media in it, you may find a general tag for it and then a media-specific one; no harm in tagging both

for categories you're going to want to go with the ones that are front and center I would say. if its a fic focused on a lesbian couple but it has another gay couple of two guys that are present in the fic very actively, I would tag both M/M and W/W, but if that said gay couple weren't super present and just had a few lines, just tag W/W. hope that makes sense! Gen is for no romantic relationship, Other is... tricky but I see people use it for polyamorous dynamics or sometimes nonbinary pairings. Multi is just if there are multiple ones like the first example

ALRIGHT The relationships bar can be platonic or romantic, IF YOU ARE DOING PLATONIC/FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP USE THE & SYMBOL whereas if you're doing something romantic USE /. if you're doing something queerplatonic I'll typically say go for & . tag just the main ones that come up like if it references a relationship happening way in the background don't put that there but otherwise ya include the main ones

if it's just a single person character study with no relationships leave it blank

characters again just go for the main ones!

okay my least favorite part of posting a fic: Additional Tags. It's hard to figure out what things go there, but what I would recommend including (non conclusive list just some stuff I see a lot) is:

Type of content (is it Fluff, is it Angst, is it Humor, is it Hurt/Comfort; there are tags for those aspects combined if you wanna tag Fluff and Angst!); if there's an AU what is it (Will take form of Alternate Universe - ___); if a popular headcanon is used (Easy example is "Sleepy Boys Inc as Family"; headcanons needed to get the story but arent explicit in canon); Time it takes place in canon (Not always there but sometimes u find tags like L'manberg Revolution etc); and common content warnings (ex. if it brings up a character's depression a lot, tag Depression; things like Childhood Trauma, Memory Loss, etc. If it's a multichapter and only one chapter lightly metnions something, you can just warn in the opening notes of that chapter and don't ahve to tag it, just go for overarching things!)

Work Title: many ways to do it! strong suggestions: song lyric, single word that sounds sort of cool or has thematic relevance, quote from fic, funny joke, etc. i recommend you do NOT take after me and make extremely long and hard to parse titles but tbh do whatever

co-creators is if two people worked on the fic so usually you won't do that but if two people did collab you can! I've seen some people add their betas or editors as co creators, I don't tend to since with my fics I only rope my beta into editing some of the chapters not all of them, but if you have a beta you can just thank them in opening notes. if they very actively always work on it you CAN make them a co-creator, that's up to you and them

Summary: If it's a multichapter in an AU setting, you might want to opt for a summary that starts off explaining the AU (ex. Doomsday never happened, and New L'manberg is still ... but like better written than that example) and then make a second paragraph (or second half of one paragraph) introducing the characters. If it's a singular oneshot that's like 1k-3k, sometimes u can just put like a single line or two explaining the premise. I can give more summary advice if u want but thats just like a bit of how I tackle that; you can also add summaries to each chapter in a multichapt except the first chapter which is just like a weird AO3 thing but those tend to be shorter and chapter centric!

Notes: people do these kind of differently depending, I tend to use Beginning Notes as any heads up for the chapter (like if additional context is needed) and CWs for that chapter in particular. if you have a beta you can thank them there, etc. etc.

End notes is where I see people talking about certain parts of the fic since by then the people have read the entire chapter, link possible fanart, link social medias, etc.

Collections are tricky but basically an example is, like, say you work on a Gift Exchange and there's a collection made by the gift exchange's host that collects all the gifts. You would want to add that fic to that collection straight up. If you want the fic to be anonymous and not have your name attached, type Anonymous in Collections and just kind of click one. Idk the differences between them but I think Anonymous_Fics is where i tend to add mine

Gifted works are just if u want one or more people specifically to uh have that fic gifted to them! yeah not much to say there. The checkbox below it is like, if you translate a fic into another language, if you record a podfic, if you write a fanfiction of a fanfiction, or if a fic is inspired off of anothers. I wouldn't say like if you wrote a superhero AU that you need to say it was inspired off of another superhero AU since that's a pretty generic trope, but like, if someone wrote something and this feels like in similar universe or just... was inspired by it, do that

clicking the series checkbox just makes a series, which is just collection of fics but you control the series. you can add series descriptors etc, and when you go to view the series you see all the tags of every fic within it. you can mark series as finished and give them funky names, etc. you can also bookmark entire series instead of just each individual fic, but you can't like kudos an entire series.

I dont get workskins but sometimes if you see really funky choose your own adventure fics they use those workskins. like if you wanna do something REALLY funky you can deffo do those but otherwise its not super needed so just ignore it for rn

You can opt for it to only let your work be shown to people logged into their accounts, so guests can't view them. Moderating comments means you get emails every time someone comments so you go and approve them; would NOT recomemnd this for fics with a lot of attention but if you get nasty comments or smth moderating comments can be a good idea. it just seems like a headache to me personally which is why i dont LOL

yeah you can pick who can comment, guests comments will ask for guests to put in a username (which will not be underlined meaning you cant click it, which is how u know its a guest) and their email so they can get ur reply. but u can just shut off comments if u want lol

Okay this is where people get funky so here's my recomemndation. Don't listen to the heard of misguided individuals that paste fics into HTML literally just go for Rich Text. Rich Text means if you have a google doc you can just, like, copy and paste it there. You can also type directly into Rich Test. HTML is just weird and funky so I don't recommend it. Sometiems Rich Text does weird shit but it hasnt fucked me over that much

if u have other questions lmk but thats the most of it!

#nightmare.ask #cloudy tag <3 #long post

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 3 years ago

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The Time Traveling Cabinet

So! Time travel AUs are fun. But what if, instead of sending back Tommy and Wilbur, we try something new for a change?

Concept: Time Travel AU, but the people getting sent back in time are the New L’Manberg Butcher Army.

Ranboo, Fundy, Quackity, and Tubbo are all scattered into the past on December 16th, and it only gets More from there.

Beginning

- Somehow, the New L’Manberg cabinet are all sent into the past at different points of the events of December 16th.

- Ranboo is sent back during the fight in front of Technoblade’s house.

- Fundy is sent back once Punz starts attacking the execution.

- Quackity is sent back a millisecond before Techno’s pickaxe hits his face.

- And Tubbo is sent back right after seeing the pillar and thinking that Tommy is dead.

Ranboo

- Ranboo gets sent back to about a week before Tommy joined.

- He is, understandably, confused. But he mostly just vibes, leaving cryptic messages, building stuff, and exploring. It's nice to get a break from executions and warring and the messy life in the present day.

- He befriends Tommy again, and they burn down George's house again. This time, Dream barely cares. He doesn't need a reason to hurt Tommy yet.

- Ranboo also gets to meet his best friend and future husband again!

- Tubbo's a lot less guarded, more willing to speak his mind, doesn't have firework scars on his face and arms. Tommy's still a gremlin, but he's a gremlin with dreams and schemes. Ranboo doesn't know what to think about this.

- He doesn't get involved in the L'Manberg Revolution or any of the big conflicts, saying something about "preserving the timeline".

- He can’t change anything important anyway. According to the message anonymously whispered to him in chat every time he was stopped from changing something, multiverse creation is disabled until the arrival of all parties.

- Ranboo doesn't feel that bad about it. He isn't in the mood to create paradoxes, and there's nothing during the revolutionary time that he'd really change.

- Except.

- Didn’t Eret do some kind of betrayal thing?

- Ranboo can't recall what they did. Probably just switched sides, and people got mad about it, as people attached to sides often do.

- Then, on August 2nd, he hears explosions. Against his better judgment, Ranboo sneaks over to L'Manberg to see if Tubbo and Tommy are okay.

- They aren’t.

- Yep, the country has been blown up, and to make things worse Eret leads the L'Manbergians into a death trap that takes more canon lives than anything else in SMP history. Ranboo's legitimately horrified.

- He sticks around for the peace era and helps rebuild, maybe works at the embassy a little. Mr. Boo is not allowed to be a L'Manberg citizen due to being American, but he remains on good terms with the country.

- Basically, Ranboo learns the true history of this "just a drug van" country, and what it actually stands for.

- He's ready to wait it out until December, so he can get back to the present day with no complications. One problem: He isn't alone anymore.

Fundy

- Fundy arrives to the Pet War confused as can be.

- He's pretty sure he's dreaming. That's the only explanation for him being in one of the worst times of his life again and Ranboo being there too for some reason.

- So, he tries to stop some of the pet murder, to varying success. He can't kill Sapnap during the duel or save Fungi, but he can save some of the chickens and Leonard the enderman and such.

- Leonard is his emotional support monster. He’s going to need one.

- Next, Fundy finds and yells at a bewildered Wilbur.

- Wilbur isn't allowed to hear the whole rant, but he does get 1) He screwed up as a father, 2) He's probably dead?? This does not help his paranoia and self-loathing.

- Fundy also gets to chat with his younger self, who according to one Ghostbur Soot was 14 at the time of the election? I don’t know, fox/phoenix/trickster demigod aging is weird.

- The conversation goes along the lines of:

“Do they ever start taking us seriously?”

“...Yes. Definitely. Sure.”

- Finally, Fundy tells a heap of lies about what he's like in the future to look cool.

- He’s generally is a fan of this situation because time traveling from the future means one thing: Attention. And it has been a while since he's gotten any of that.

- (Ranboo tries to stop him from messing with the past. He's only sometimes successful, and gets roped into Coconut 2020)

- In summary, Fundy clings to his moment in the spotlight, tries and fails to get closure with his dad, and gets to observe the unraveling ball of angst and issues that was his teenage self.

Quackity

- Quackity is sent back to the day of the election.

- He has to see his naive younger self screw up history and plan a spring wedding with Schlatt. It's awful.

- After trying and failing to assassinate the drunken dictator during his speech, and getting the memo about not being able to change the past in big ways, Q runs over to spawn to wait for Wilbur.

- Wilbur shows up after dying to Punz, and Quackity helps him get to Pogtopia for the first time.

- There, Quackity chats with him and Tommy. He explains as much as he knows (which isn't much), and offers to join the rebellion.

- Wilbur doesn't trust him for five seconds. Honestly, Q's still wearing the Butcher Army uniform. He’s covered in blood!

- So, Quackity is sent out into the night in an offhand "don't call us, we'll call you" way. On the way out, he tries and fails to murder Technoblade. He's got a hit list, and he's going to complete it.

- Meanwhile, Past Quackity does not get along with Future Quackity at all.

- Past Quackity was a neutral good idealist. Future Quackity is a machiavellian, chaotic neutral guy with a murder list. They despise each other.

-Quackity tries to settle things with Schlatt. Not sure how well it works, but he does try.

- He also maps out complex strategies for how to change the future once all members have arrived. He's got Plans.

- Ranboo is very opposed to these Plans. Fundy is mostly onboard with these plans.

-Finally, Quackity desperately hopes that the last member of the party will arrive before the festival. Maybe, just maybe, he can do something to stop the execution.

-Unfortunately, the festival arrives, and Past Tubbo gives his speech, and Technoblade is given the order.

-The execution goes according to plan.

-Then, in the wreckage of the Red Festival, a figure appears.

Tubbo

- Tubbo has been having an awful day.

- First, he fails to execute Technoblade. Then, he finds out that he killed his best friend Tommy is gone. And now he’s standing smack-dab in the middle of the worst thing that ever happened to him?

- It’s all way too much. Tubbo runs away.

- Tubbo disappears for a solid week before finally accepting that he isn't just imagining all of this as a weird stage of grief.

- He then returns to Pogtopia in a suitably dramatic moment.

- Despite the fact that they're all in the past, Tubbo's probably going to end up as the character who gets the most focus. He's having the most Emotions about all of this.

- He's got to deal with his coping mechanisms (Ignore and Avoid) being taken away because he's back in the place he tries to forget.

- On top of that, he has to deal with the fact that he feels guilty about Tommy's death, but can't even process that because Tommy's technically still alive in the past (and in the future, but Tubbo doesn't know that).

- And he has to deal with seeing Wilbur again, and figuring out why Wilbur made him president.

-He’s going to go through a lot.

Character Motives

- Ranboo: Preserving the timeline so they can get home vs. Wanting to keep his friends safe and caring about L'Manberg now.

- Fundy: Fixing things for his past self, and getting closure with his dad.

- Quackity: Completing his hit list and completely changing the timeline. And punching Schlatt in the face.

- Tubbo: Dealing with the various emotional turmoils listed above, getting Tommy and his past self to run away from it all.

- Past Tommy: Finding out what the actual fuck is going on, and protecting the Tubbos (Tubbi?). Also, he wants to know what happened to upset Future Tubbo so much. (His regular Pogtopia motives are also there).

- Past Fundy: Measuring up to how great his future self said their life was.

- Past Quackity: Not becoming his future self at any cost.

- Past Tubbo: Regular Pogtopia motivations, but now he has both Tommy and Ranboo to worry about.

- Past Wilbur: Wilbur already believed that he had a scripted role, and was always going to end up the villain. Well, now he has confirmation of just that. Awesome!

He actually goes through with it. He actually blows it up. He doesn't know if he's proud, disgusted, terrified, or what, but he knows that it's not up to him to go against fate.

And if fate demands a grand finale and a little trinitrotoluene on the side? He can do that.

#dream smp #dsmp #butcher army #dsmp tubbo #c!tubbo #dsmp fundy #c!fundy #dsmp ranboo #c!ranboo #dsmp quackity #c!quackity #time travel au #beware the drafts of march #writing

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im-a-lil-simp · 4 years ago

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I love your work! These fics are a guilty pleasure of mine lol... if you’re still taking requests I’ve been sitting on an Eret themed fic where they betray l’manberg in the final control room scene bc dream was threatening their SO :3 - stay hydrated! 💛

The Ones We Love The Most (Eret x Reader)

Aww I'm glad I can be your guilty pleasure. It's been a while since I wrote an smp au fic.

I kept it as they/them pronouns throughout the fic since it's more their pov.

This is also more of a blurb but I don't do that often so it's fine.

They didn't really want to do this. I mean, what kind of person would really want to betray those closest to them? All Eret really wanted was to cuddle up in bed next to you. What they wouldn't give for that.

Well, hey, I guess that sorta was their exact situation right now. But knowing that Dream was holding their partner hostage at that very moment didn't sit right with them. Not only did it not sit right, it made them extremely upset. The thought that Dream would go so far as to threaten one of your lives was repulsive.

They sat in the control room, setting up the chests that they would never fill, even a little bit. Did they mention how much they didn't want to do this?

The Blackstone felt cold and smooth against their fingertips. Only hours ago the room had been finished being built. If the smp was going to make them betray their friends, the least they could do was help them build the damn trap.

They dreaded the evening that would come, even more so as they continued to set it up. The worst part of it was how little they knew about your whereabouts. All Eret had been told was that you were being kept in a safe place.

They called bullshit. Dream probably had you locked in some cold desolate cell, only feeding you raw potatoes. They were only thinking about the worst, of course, but they were sure you weren't as safe as Dream let on.

When they brought the men of L'manberg into the final control room, they tried to keep themselves composed. Any drop in their demeanor could make them look suspicious and lead to them figuring out their intentions.

As Wilbur, Tommy, and the others opened their chests, you flashed through Eret's mind. While it deeply pained them to do this, a wave of relief washed over them. They'd get to see your amazing face right in front of them. They'd get to live in the castle with you again. They'd get to rule with you over the smp.

"It was never meant to be."

They said it harshly. Except it had been meant to be. It was meant to be and they were the one to make it otherwise. All just to save one person, they put the lives of others on the line.

When they finally got to see you, they knew Dream was lying about your condition. You might've been safe, but you weren't being treated like the royalty you were. Dream thought they were exaggerating, but they were angry regardless of if they were or not.

As soon as you both arrived home, they showered you in kisses. You were back in their arms again. You were actually safe.

They waited on you hand and foot for the next week, though they'd be willing to do it anytime, as long as you asked. You insisted that it really wasn't necessary, but they disagreed.

You were their everything. You were the one they loved the most.

#mcyt x reader #dreamteam #georgenotfound #dreamsmp #mcyt #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dreamsmp x reader #the eret x reader #eret x reader #eret #eret minecraft #theeret #fundy #wilbur soot

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honeyapplepi · 4 years ago

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The Knight’s Court: Part Ten

warnings: none

in game au, royalty au

> As soon to be ruler of their kingdom, Y/N L/N is newly appointed with knights to protect them. Y/N quickly comes to find out it’s hard to fall in love with someone you’re not supposed to especially when you’re betrothed to another.

a/n: I hope guys like the chapter. If you want to be added to the tag list just message me or send an ask. Thanks for reading.

tag list: @soggypp @vampirestrawberries @kiritokunuwu @losingvienna @tinyegg @im-fandoms-trash

sapnap x gn!reader, wilbur x gn!reader

masterlist | part one | part eleven

You were softly woken up by Sapnap. You looked out the carriage window, and saw that you were inside of the castle walls. The four of you all exited the carriage and began towards the main castle door. When you reached the steps you saw five men standing. They were lined up, but one of them was slightly in front of them. You assumed he was the king. He had curly brown hair and was tall like Dream.

“Your Majesty,” he said bowing slightly. You copied his movement and bowed back at him.

He was about to speak when his father started talking. “I’m the former King, Philza. This is my oldest Technoblade,” He said festering towards another tall man. Though he didn’t really look like the others mainly because of his long pink hair.

“And my youngest, Tommy,” He said pointing to the boy standing on the other side of Wilbur. He looked more like Wilbur, just blond and almost as tall.

“Then Tommy friend, Tubbo,” Philza said, finally pointing to someone who wasn’t a giant. He was pretty short especially compared to the other three and had fluffy brown hair.

“Our servants will take you to your rooms. I’m sure you are all tired from your journey,” Philza said before heading into the castle the boys following soon after. That left you, George, Sapnap, and Dream outside.

“Well that wasn’t a very warm welcome,” George said.

“It’s probably because it’s so late,” you said. The servants then led the four of you to the third floor of the castle where your rooms were. Philza was on the fifth floor and the rest of the boys were on the fourth. L’Manberg must be really big to have a castle with five floors.

The next morning a servant woke you and helped you get ready. After that they led you to the dining hall where everyone waited. Philza was at the head of the table.,Technoblade, Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo were all on one side while Sapnap, George, and Dream were on the other. You sat across from Wilbur which was next to George.

No one had started eating until you had gotten there, but the silence that was already there didn’t disappear. It was only awkward for you, Dream, George, and Sapnap since most breakfasts weren’t quite like this.

“Y/N, I was wondering if I could take you out and tour you around L’Manberg?,” Wilbur asked.

“Uh, Sure,” you said. You couldn’t exactly say no. That would be rude and plus you had to get to know your fiancé eventually.

“Great meet me at the gates after breakfast?,” Wilbur asked. You just nodded and continued eating. Once breakfast was over you met Wilbur by the castle gates.

“Your Majesty,” Wilbur said before taking your hand and kissing it softly. You smiled slightly. No one had ever done that before or anything like that. Instead of letting your hand fall back to your side he grabbed in and laced his fingers between yours. Just as you were about to leave Sapnap came to the gates.

You let go of Wilbur’s hands which was noticed by both Wilbur and Sapnap. Sapnap was more worried about how you were holding his hand and Wilbur was worried about why you let go.

“Are you sure you don’t need me and Dream to come with. We are supposed to follow Y/N around,” Sapnap said, mostly talking to Wilbur and not you.

“We’ll be fine. I doubt anything will happen and if so i can protect them,” Wilbur told Sapnap. Sapnap frowned for a moment before nodding.

“Have a good trip then,” Sapnap said before turning and walking back to the castle.

You and Wilbur then went on your way following the path into the town. Wilbur was good at giving tours. He knew a lot about the places and he had a nice voice.

“There’s the bee dome. It’s Tubbo’s favorite part of L’Manberg,” Wilbur explained as you reached the large glass dome.

“Isn’t it unsafe to have a dome filled with bees. What if someone gets stung?,” You asked.

“The bees won’t mess with you if you don’t mess with them,” Wilbur said. The tour continued. It was a lot of houses which meant there must be a lot of citizens though you didn’t see many out.

Wilbur then led you to a hill where you could get a view of the entirety of L'Manberg, even the castle which at this moment seemed very small. “It’s very pretty,” You said.

“It is,” Wilbur nodded. You sat down on the hill and looked at the kingdom below you. Wilbur sat next to you, but he didn’t look forward like you.

“May I ask you something, and I understand if you don’t want to answer? Wilbur asked.

“Uh, sure,” You replied. You were slightly worried he would ask about how you felt about the wedding. If he did you weren’t sure how you would answer.

“Is something going on between you and that knight, uh, Sapnap I believe?,” Wilbur asked. You turned to him confused. This wasn’t the first time you were asked this. First it was Niki and George, and now someone you’ve only known for less than a day.

“No,” you answered. At least that’s what you wanted to believe was true.

“Are you sure?,” Wilbur asked again. He seemed upset at the thought of you liking someone else. Though you’ve only known him for a short while you weren’t sure if you knew him well enough to read him. You nodded confirming your answer.

“Okay, then. We should head back,” Wilbur said standing up and putting his hand out to help you. You grabbed his hand and stood up. The two of you then made your way back to the castle.

#sapnap x y/n #sapnap #sapnap x reader #dreamwastaken #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #sleepy bois #tommyinnit #mcyt #philza minecraft #dream smp #dream smp x reader

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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🔱 - Hi I am back with more PJO AU shenanigans. Thanks for all the anons that help around with ideas!

Quackity being the son of Aphrodite? George being a son of Hypnos? I like that.

Okay sooooo it looks like this AU will be like the ATLA, GF and HTTYD AU, aka deviate from canon like crazy. I liked the idea of this being a different camp, proposed by another anon. So, here is some lore:

This camp was made by Phil, a minor god of heroes/demigods, who decided to offer a safe haven for heroes where there aren't monsters 24/7 trying to kill them and -- oh he just adopted all the inhabitants. Nice.

The camp's official name is Hero's Haven, but since one night when the older demigods were having fun, and Wilbur started rambling about random stuff, he started saying they should be coming up with a new name, that being L'Manberg. The idea stuck as a joke.

The camp accepts all kinds of demigods, there isn't really a divide between pantheons, and the camp is a legit place where they can live out the rest of their lives, kind of like New Rome in Camp Jupiter. The front for Hero's Haven is a potato farm.

As for where this camp is, I don't really want to pin that down. I am a little uncomfortable with pinning the camp in the real world because I feel like it would come too close for comfort when it comes to respecting the line between CCs and the characters they play. Most conflicts, I feel, would take place either in camp or undisclosed locations. Though I gotta say that probably real world countries would be mentioned, because I find it funny to have this mental image of Tommy going up to newcomers and asking them if they are British or American.

Oh nice. This is cool as well. Also, glad we’re keeping the tradition of the au deviating from canon like crazy.

Phil being a minor god of heroes/demigods is nice. We’re going to go have minor god Phil and he’s going to accidentally adopt all the inhabitants of the camp. Oops.

Hero’s Haven being the official name but L’Manberg being the new name is hilarious. Just having it all serious and stuff and then Wilbur one day just saying that it should be called L’Manberg is great.

Camp not being divided and a legit place to live is good. Some nice sort-of-stable life for the demigods. Potato Farms in the front? Perfect. Techno is the one who takes care of the farm the most out of all the campers.

#hero's haven au #philza #ph1lza #quackity #georgenotfound #ask #trident anon #pjo smp au

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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So I've read some of your writing and was wondering if you'd consider doing a HC's for the Bur's of your AU's in like how they would react with rejection?

Also happy Spooky Season!! 🎃

Ah yes, the thing we all fear. Rejection. Hardcore actually going to be difficult to write because I myself have never been rejected due to the fact I've never been the one to ask someone out due to a paralyzing terror of our topic 😃

(Also yay first HC!)

But I will do my best ✨

Front Lines of L'manBur (pun intended)🎼

Let's just say tears were shed...in private. Where no one could see him. Specifically on a hill in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.

When F.L.o.L-Bur loves and puts his heart on the line he does it with full intent of possibly spending the rest of his life with that person so to be rejected/friendzoned would shatter him

Definitely a drama queen if you knock down one of his flirtatious comments

Angel AU Phantombur💀

Plays it off as a joke while secretly dying inside

No like really he starts to decay slowly inside which he has to get drunk on regen. potions to fix

I picture Phantombur kind of like a swan in this instance. They can actually die from a broken heart so to have his Angel deny him finally removes that smug smile off his face

Although he seems perfectly normal to everyone else and seems to brush off your rejection, the whole S.B.I crew knows he's a wreck over it and Philza has to remind him to eat

Ranboo almost burns down the potion shop from Phantombur's absence as he's terrified that you'll walk into the business and he'll have to face you one-on-one again

So. Many. Cigarettes.

Workplace AU Simpbur🌷

The world has ended. It's done. He took a leap of faith and plummeted to the ground

But really Simpbur accepts your decision but that doesn't stop him from openly expressing his affection and still trying to win you over. Some things he keeps to himself

If you can't be his now then he'll make sure you can in the future. Anyone who flirts with you gets a dark look from the lanky, but fairly muscled, guitarist.

All competition is eliminated and soon enough you'll begin to wonder why everyone who seems interested in you backs off until only one option remains. Him.

Then he'll have you and he won't ever let you go. So to summarize, Simpbur refuses to accept you'd deny him so he makes himself the only one who would want you.

Ghostbur💙

Oh poor Ghostbur...

When you told him you'd only love Alivebur and could never be with him in that way it hurt so much

Honestly I imagine him kind of getting into a realm of self-loathing for a split second. Kind of in a scenario of "why can't I be more like him?"

Actually now that I think about it that would make a great Spooky Season piece-

Ghostbur would kind of be a combination of Phantombur and Simpbur in the situation. He would attempt to make himself as much like Alivebur as possible, even going as far as experimenting with explosives once (spoilers: Philza did NOT like that).

Ghostbur would try his best to keep your friendship, your presence. He wants to be near you all the time even if you reject his affection that doesn't stop him from comforting you and giving you blue or lending you Friend whenever you seem a little down.

As of how he seems like Phantombur? Ghostbur would carry on in his duties down in the sewers when you weren't around and try and distract himself from the horrible pain in his chest.

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These are the 3 AU's on my list but if you want specific HC's for a specific version of C!Wilbur in my writings please specify. Ofc I had to add Ghostbur just because I've written quite a bit of him and I'll never pass up a chance to write our wonderful ghost-man.

Happy Spooky Season to you Anon! 🎃

#C!Wilbur HC's #dream smp #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #ghostbur #phantombur #dsmp #osmp #origins amp #Front Lines of L'manberg AU #wilbur soot #headcannons #alternate universe #tw rejection #c!wilbur soot x reader

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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Alternative Universes I Use

Front Lines of L'manberg

Front Lines of L'manberg is a series following the events of the POG2020 vs SWAG2020 election on the Dream SMP in which the Reader is Wilbur's fiance. Recent updates to the fanfiction show that Wilbur has now passed and the reader has begun their cycle of grief. It is a Fem!Reader fic.

Angel AU

The Angel Au was made for the specific Fanfiction, A Fall From Grace, and follows the Origins SMP where the Reader has the origin Angel from the Afterlife SMP previously played by Smajor1995 (Dangthatsalongname) on said SMP and is also a member of the Origins SMP. A Fall From Grace is a fic in which that the Angel!Reader falls through an enemies to lover cycle with Phantombur.

Workplace AU

Workplace AU is a simple alternative universe for Simpbur in which the reader is his coworker whom he is in love with. This takes place in the Real Life plane. Most Simpbur fics/One shots will take place in this AU.

Pirate L'manberg AU

Another self-made Au in which its basically Front Lines of L'manberg but PIRATES and quite a bit different. Don't know if I'm actually going to use it but if anyone likes the idea feel free to help out with ideas with a shot to my inbox or something.

Godsend AU

Godsend is a Sleepy Bois Inc. AU in which the gods above each choose a champion to represent them on the mortal plain. Death is left out of this game but finds out about it shortly before the game begins. They choose their Champion quickly and must guide the kind-hearted Philza through the trials of being the Angel of Death.

Its actually a fairytale love story kind of thing really. I think its cute and its the only way I can really write S.B.I so take what you can get.

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That is all the current AU's I am using. I'll add to as more arrive

Also you may request for any of these AU's Headcannons or even a one shot. I'm not sure how far I'll go with them but its always nice to try.

#AU List #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dream smp au #Origins SMP Au #Front Lines of L'manberg AU #Workplace AU #Angel AU #Simpbur Au #C!Wilbur Au #Godsend AU

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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"Madness is Unfit for a Lady"

A/N: It's here at last. Augh...kill me😭. This was painful

Warnings (Full Series): Cursing, violence, abuse, PTSD, grief, kidnapping, gore, death, explosives, possession, insanity, hallucinations, imprisonment, suicidal tendencies

Genre: 🍃 angst

Time Frame: Two days after Part 3

Pairing: C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (engaged)

AU: Front Lines of L'manberg

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You'd dragged yourself from the forest, not having seen or heard from anyone since the battle, and hidden in Pogtopia. Specifically the office and side rooms you'd lived in with Wilbur during the Pogtopia vs Manberg war.

You didn't go outside or so much as send a chat to Tommy that you were alright though you suspected he was busy rebuilding his home. Wilbur's home. What would've been your home. Should've been.

The unknown memory brought a fresh wave of sorrow to your tear dried eyes. No amount of sadness would compensate for the emptiness hollowing out your chest now. Wilbur was dead. Your Wilbur. No matter what the other called him, a villain or a madman, he had been yours alone and he was dead.

You didn't even so much as have a ring to your finger to show he was yours. Promised to you, till death do you part, even if the ceremony had never been performed.

"Though death may part us, I will forever love you."

You could hear him saying it on the winds those hours you spent crying in the forest. Could hear his voice as clear as wind chimes in the twitter of birds and rustle of branches.

You didn't know where you heard it, the quote, but Wilbur had never said it. It sounded like something he'd say...vow to you at the altar perhaps. Who cared...you'd never know. Not for sure anyway.

Through the course of your grief you'd searched every nook and cranny of Wilbur's office. His drawers, his chests, the bookshelves, everywhere for any kind of clue that he had been planning his death. That he was in pain and not telling you. That there was a chance you could've DONE something.

You knew if you did find something you'd only tear yourself apart over it. Blame yourself till you couldn't hardly bear to live and finally take the leap off the Netherack bridge you built over your Netherite mine. Or set fire to the Pogtopian caverns and let it bury you with the remaining legacy of your fiance.

But nothing... Nothing came and your body resisted to every mindless beg for it to give in and just fade away. To end its suffering.

A few more days passed and you wished yourself to have been born a swan. At least if this had happened if you were a swan you would've left this plane of existence to be with your lover by now. Death by a Broken Heart. Swans were lucky. They found the one, raised a family, and once everyone left them they died. Faded off to be with their heart in the next life.

"Stupid birds..." You uttered and smashed your face into the pillow. Dried lines of tears cracked under the action and you whimpered, wishing nothing but to see Wilbur's smile again. His eyes.

You'd been angry at him in your last moments together. In a fight and not close to resolving it. You hadn't kissed him or told him you loved him in those last minutes together. He made you a promise to see you again and you feared that would be for a much longer time than you thought.

You took in a deep breath and clutched at the sheets of your bed, reaching pointlessly for Wilbur besides you and only being met with his pillow. There was still an indent in the center where he had rested his head those night before. You pulled it close and held it under your nose, relishing the leftover scent of him on the cloth.

With the realization that this too would fade, fresh tears sprouted in your eyes.

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Another week had gone by and you had only begun to see more and more of you dead fiance. In every crack of the stone you remembered his rage and every echoing step his laughter. You found his L'manberg uniform and slept with it beside you now. His scent clung to it like a tick and you to that last remnant of him like a leech.

Today was different than the ones before. Today someone had came to see you. Someone had found you in this state of delusion and grief. Tubbo, the newly elected President of L'manberg, and all you could think about was how that was Wilbur's job. That was HIS position.

"Y/N, I've come to speak to you about Wilbur-" Tubbo sat across from you in Wilbur's office. You sat in the deceased's chair with your knees up to your chest like a child.

"I don't want to talk about him Tubbo." You muttered quickly. His name aloud was too much. It was too much to know he wouldn't answer anymore.

"Y/N we have to. He blew up L'manberg and were still trying to figure out why and if he has any other explosives set up!" Tubbo pressed and looked at you fervently.

"Tubbo I know what he did!" You shouted angrily. "I saw it same as you. I saw him DIE Tubbo!" You choked and pressed your head into your knees, fighting the knot in your throat with several deep breaths.

"I know...I know it's hard, but please Y/N. We have to be sure." Tubbo spoke softly and you lifted your head. "Tell us what you knew about Wil- his, gathering of explosive material."

"I don't. I didn't know anything. I know Dream visited him a lot and when-" A loud crash interrupted your words as the one who's name you spoke barged in with Sam, someone you'd never really known, and George behind him.

"Y/N, you're under arrest for the conspiracy to help blow up L'manberg." Dream's voice rang loud and clear.

"What?! No no no, what are you talking about?!" You stood up shocked and backed away as Sam advanced towards you with an axe in hand.

"Sorry it has to be this way." Sam uttered and stood straight, awaiting Dream's next orders.

"Tubbo what's going on?!" You exclaimed to your once ally.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you and Tommy both are liabilities to L'manberg. This is only necessary." The satyr bowed his head and stepped back as Sam pushed the axe edge into your back forcefully, thus making you stumble slightly as he escorted you out of Pogtopia.

"Under what evidence do you have the right to charge me with?!" You exclaimed and felt another sharp prod to your back as the entrance to your newly made home was torn away and sunlight hit your skin for the first time in months.

"You were Wilbur's right hand. His closest friend. He must've told you everything." Dream explained.

"Must've! That's under false accusations! This is illegal! I've done nothing wrong!" You protested and summoned your sword, turning on Sam and his Netherite axe. The sword you wielded was the same one you'd perfected that day in Techno's bunker. The same one Wilbur had refused to let you use at his side in battle, though not directly.

"Y/N put the sword down or suffer the consequences." Sam commanded but you didn't listen. You were a frightened animal surrounded by apex predators. The only thing you could think of to do was run.

So you did. Fast into the trees, sending a flare of fire behind you as you swung at a tree and set it ablaze.

"Stop Y/N!" You heard Dream yell after but you didn't. You set the forest in a setting of hungry flames and acrid smoke behind you.

What had provoked this belief that you had something to do with L'manberg's fall?! Why would they assume such treachery from you?

'Because you're mine.' A smooth velvet voice cracked your senses and you froze in your tracks as the fires reached hungrily at the trees surrounding you.

"What?" You huffed and turned in your stance till you were dizzy searching for the all too familiar and all too welcoming voice.

'I'll see you soon my Love, I promise.' A dark laughter filled your ears and before you stood Wilbur. His clothes were tattered and a long red gash oozed dark red blood through his dusty yellow sweater. His hand reached to caresses your face but not before flames engulfed him and the world became a reality of starving fire.

"Wilbur!" You grabbed at the spot where he once stood and dropped to your knees as they turned up empty.

"No no no, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" You cried and sobbed into your hands.

"I'm sorry Y/N....it'll all be over soon." A menacing voice that bleed all sorts of Danger alerts in your head sounded behind you and as you turned to see who it was, an axe came crashing down to your head.

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When you woke up you were back in Pogtopia. Back in your's and Wilbur's bed. This time your pockets were empty and no stray blocks or freshly crafted weapons were left. You didn't feel that different, maybe lighter. You'd never lost a life before. You knew everyone got 3 shots at this existence and now you had 2.

'Two more to go my dear. Don't waste them.' A draft from the unknown tickled your ear as Wilbur's voice again echoed around you. You followed the shimmering trail of wind till it wound itself into a ball and rested on the sheets of the bed. There Wilbur was again.

Dressed in the same trenchcoat and bloody sweater.

"Wilbur? Is-Are you really here?!" You reached out to your fiance and watched as he leaned his cheek into your palm with a soft smile. His skin was ice but you didn't care. He felt solid. Real.

"Of course not my Love. I'm dead." Wilbur kissed your palm before vanishing and your hand fell away as if nothing was ever there. The kiss didn't linger. It hardly felt like it had happened at all.

"Y/N. Let's go. Without a fight this time, we need you alive." Sam's voice was calmer than Dream's and less forceful. So you went with him.

You were losing it. After months of grief your mind was wearing away at the remind of your sanity.

"Sam, do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" You asked him as he escorted you up the stairs of Pogtopia.

"Not often." He responded cooly and continued on your way. The acidic smell of smoke choked you for a second but it was gone before long. The fire was out already apparently and by the looks of Dream's clothing, you'd done a lot more damage than you'd thought.

"We can add arson with intent to kill to your charge now." The man in green spun the axe in his hand skillfully. A simmering anger rose in your chest as you wanted to scream but something cold was seemingly pressed against your lips and held your tongue still.

"You're a monster, Dream." You growled instead and allowed Sam to lead you away from your home of Pogtopia.

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The Prison was....cold. Empty and impenetrable. The only one capable of getting in and out being Sam. Apparently the place was supposed to be even immune to Dream's tricks.

"Empty your inventory into the hole." Sam commanded and you dropped the two pieces of dirt and a stick you'd picked up on the way. The items were burned immediately and you flinched at the sudden heat.

"Now follow me." Sam led you through multiple gateways and lava walls. Each one seemingly complicated enough to keep anyone and everyone trapped behind them.

"Impressive." You watched as the obsidian walls stretched out to reveal a cell down an open lava lake. With the flip of a lever a platform started to rise and move across the lake. Sam pushed you onto it with very strict instructions.

"You're gonna go into the cell over there and set your spawn. Then you're gonna place down with iron bar. You do anything other than that you die until you can't die anymore. Understand?" You had nodded and followed explicitly.

So began the years on loneliness...

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Five five five...you'd recorded the days and counted the years in words onto the yellowing pages of the journal Sam gave to you. No one had visited you yet and you could feel the boredom and longing for interaction clawing at your remaining sanity. Sure Sam had stopped by and given you food, asked how you felt or if you needed another book and quill but he was only doing his job. He wasn't your friend.

Then IT happened. You got a friend. Dream.

Dream's masked form stumbled across the obsidian floors before the iron bar was replaced and Sam commanded someone on the other side to bring him back. Not a word spoken to you or a glance spared. Cold expressions all around.

"Welcome to the Slammer Green Boy..." You smirked as Dream wiped off his outfit of a tattered green hoodie and black jeans.

"Don't call me that." Dream huffed and reluctantly set his spawn though you suspected by the way his hands shook and his shoulders kept tight that it was useless to do so. Somehow, Dream the most powerful man in the whole nations, was on his last life.

"You're stuck here Dream with me. I'll call you what I want." You grumbled and stuck your head between you knees. You couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with Dream. Sure the years had been horrible by yourself but now they would be even worse with the man who put you in here.

"There's no way Sam would let me be in here with someone. Chances are you'll get moved." Dream sat on the bed and played with the boots on his feet which were missing their laces.

'Why didn't you think of that?! Break the bed and hang yourself. Then you'll be back at spawn and you can go from there!' You shook your head at the thought. Then you'd be on one life and just as jumpy as Tommy and Tubbo, or as unhinged as a certain hallucination of yours.

"Maybe you already are." Wilbur's transparent form sat across the obsidian floor from you. He held up a limp wrist with his knee while the other stretched out its ridiculous length nearly to the middle of the floor.

"I suspected." You grumbled and lifted your eyes to look at him. A year or so ago his face had begun to fade off and his body would falter in and out. You were forgetting him. How he looked specifically.

"Maybe being stuck with Dream won't be so bad." Wilbur shrugged and then he was beside you, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers like a child.

"It was much better when it was just me." You huffed and Wilbur smiled before vanishing as Dream spoke again.

"Did you say something?" He asked.

"No." You said dully. You'd realized that in the act of having conversations with Wilbur, albeit in your head, you sometimes forgot it was supposed to stay in your head.

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Weeks went by and sure enough Dream was right. You were moved. Selfishly enough you weren't happy about it. You were in there first! That cell was yours! Sam or Dream didn't seem to care as you grumbled away.

The heat from the lava was refreshing from cold obsidian cage, even as you were soon tossed back into a cell. This one was smaller and more quaint. It had a bookshelf though and some lanterns. A comfier bed and a clear eye shot over the lake at Dream.

A few more weeks went by and you found a bliss in the privacy you now were able to have. Before it was always private. Sam was all the interaction you got. No one visited or sent you a letter. Nothing.

So you always had time to talk to Wilbur whenever you wanted. Now it was a choice. You could talk to Dream or yourself. Frankly you preferred yourself and Wilbur over the man who drove you to this insanity.

"You can't be mad at him forever. " Wilbur's voice said against your shoulder. You'd forgotten his face completely now, going as far as trying to draw it into the pages of one of your journals and failing as you struggled to recall even the shape of his eyes or if he had dimples when he smiled. The worn wrinkles of worry or happiness washing away from your memory to the point you cried when you couldn't even think of his jawline correctly. Everything was unfamiliar now.

"He's made me forget you. I can wish him to burn for as long as I hold these two lives." You muttered back and leaned your head against the obsidian wall.

"Why don't you just starve yourself or something? Break the bars and jump into the lava and end up at spawn again?" Wilbur suggested. He wouldn't suggest that...this was just your head now. The loneliness and grief stabbing into your imagination.

"That's stupid." You grumbled aloud and returned to your self induced struggle to remember anything you could about Wilbur. What he was like, physically and mentally. You scanned over every possible detail. Dove into years of memory and scanned shelf after shelf of moments where you might've seen his plan for mass destruction.

"Dream was around a lot. I smelled like gunpowder a lot after their visits according to you." Wilbur pointed out and suddenly he was there again. His face faint in the air as you stared ahead. He had a smile on his lips. That you remembered clearly. Wilbur was a smiley boy.

"Yeah...you're right." Your brow furrowed and you itched to find every snippet of Dream around Wilbur in your vast library of fading images.

You wrote them down as you thought of them. The ink drying and smearing with each scribble and sentence pressed onto its yellowing pages.

"Y/N? What're you up to?" Sam's voice threatened to unlock your focus and you shushed him quickly.

"Not now. I'm trying to think of why Wilbur would blow up L'manberg." You rushed out and scribbled down another faint memory.

"Y/N that's pointless. It's simple, he went mad." Sam said gently.

"People don't just go mad, Sam. There has to be a something I missed in those years." Your hand stopped as the graying shadows slipped away. You heard something bend and break then steps behind you. Heavy ones. Armored ones.

"Y/N, I know I put you in here but I think it's time I let you out. Dream didn't have the right to accuse you as an accomplice to Wilbur. Besides, I think there are some things you need to see." Sam rested a hand on your shoulder and you stiffened. Sam hadn't touched you before.

The only touch you'd known since Wilbur died was that of an axe to the head. Your first death. It had been numbing rather than intoxicating like this simple stretch for friendship.

"Sam, why did Dream want me away?" You muttered. Along with others, that had been one of the main questions you'd been trying to answer though it seemed unimportant now. You'd accepted your fate and planned to live it through.

"I, honestly, don't know Y/N. Now that I look back, it was wrong and I'm sorry for my part to play in it." Sam's hand moved away from your shoulder and he reached down for the book you'd been intent on writing. Every memory you could find of Wilbur in the weeks before the Pogtopia vs Manberg Final Battle was there. Even the ones that were simple as him laying next to you one night saying how he wished he could make everything go away back to normal.

"If you believe this Sam, why didn't you let me out earlier?" You asked now and stared at the rows of books.

"I wasn't thinking correctly." He stated simply like it was the answer to everything.

"Right." You nodded and reached up to grab the journal carefully. Sam let you. You really should've been happier about getting out, but you knew what was outside. People who hadn't cared over these five years you were gone. Or didn't know and hadn't bothered to find out.

"Sam, how's L'manberg?" You asked. He was once again leading you through the series of doors and hallways to the outside.

Sam didn't say anything for a while. He chose his words carefully.

"L'manberg is...L'manberg is gone Y/N. Dream and Technoblade destroyed it completely." He uttered and opened the last gate to the outside. As the natural light flooded in you stumbled back a little and had to squint. The naturally created air, the sunlight, the smell of the sea. It was all beautiful... But you couldn't enjoy it as that haunting noise echoed in your skull.

Wilbur's dark laughter after he'd blown up L'manberg first. That was all you heard. Even as Sam guided you down to the shore on a little hill and bid you goodbye after returning some basic things like some iron tools and armor.

It was a haze as the cackle of your deceased fiance clouded your mind. Took your senses down with it to the darkest parts of your memory your mind bad locked away.

"Enjoy..." He had said. To Tubbo. To You. To the whole damn world. He had left you and everyone else to clean up his mess.

"It's not fair Wilbur." You sobbed. You hadn't realized you were crying but now you noticed the curled position you sat in with hot tears falling from your eyes. The new freedom you had was not enough. It wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Wilbur back. You wanted to punch him till he coughed blood for what he did.

It was a horrible thought to wish but you did. You wanted to see Wilbur's pain but you wanted to ease it as well. Deep down you knew you could never hurt him, never turn you back and anger unto the man you loved. The anger was brief as you sniffed away the last of your tears.

The sun had begun to set and you realized it would be best to find somewhere to stay. L'manberg was gone...your house probably with it. Hell that probably got destroyed after Schlatt kidnapped you. That was so long ago even if he hadn't, the house would be so run down it'd be useless to try and save it now.

With the tools gifted to you, you dug a little hole and set up a bed area. You fell into the stiff blankets and felt sleep pull you under almost immediately. After years of being taken away from nature, the dirt seemed alive in welcoming you back to its presence.

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You woke up fairly early and packed up what little you owned. The best thing to do now was to find Tommy. He was the only one you knew you could trust. Tubbo had been a spy and a damn good one for what he was able to get before Schlatt found him out. Phil killed Wilbur...you didn't know if you could face him again. And Technoblade had helped destroy L'manberg for good with Dream.

Everyone else you knew was on Dream's side or shady in some form or other. It was sickening to think you couldn't trust anyone. Years ago you were a hermit kept to yourself and quiet among others. Now you were a woman without her fiance and A criminal let out on good behavior or whatever Sam had said.

'Has Tommy changed as well?' You couldn't help but think of the blonde boy with the filthy mouth being anything but that. You hoped he hadn't but you knew on some level he wouldn't be the same. He had lost a brother that day and all the trust he had bestowed in Wilbur. It sounded selfish but there was hardly a doubt in your mind Tommy and yourself were the most effected by Wilbur, in life and death.

So you carried on with that false sense of hope that little man hadn't moved on too far without you these past five or so years.

"Tommy?" You called out. His mound of a house was vacant and the chests, as usual, untidy and thoroughly raided. "Toms?" You shouted again and continued to wander in search of him.

The land was quiet and then you heard shuffling and a familiar, and still slightly annoying, voice.

"Tommy?!" You whirled around and saw him sitting on a bench talking to some other figure you didn't recognize. One who's skin was gray and a yellow sweater pulled over their lanky frame.

"Y/N?" Tommy turned around to face you and you swear you've never seen the man run so fast. Before you could even register the movement Tommy was in your arms and spitting out questions faster than you could hear. It felt so nice to finally touch another being again. Even if it was the most chaotic man on the whole existence.

"Where the Hell have you been?! What happened to your face? Jesus Christ you won't believe the things I've done since we last spoke!" Tommy was frantic as he pulled away and you gawked at how much he'd grown. The short 17 year old revolutionary was now nearly a six foot man who had grown fairly well into the scrawny frame genetics felt him.

"Tommy, slow down you're gonna give me a stroke!" You laughed and ruffled his hair. "I got arrested! Arrested for God's sake! Apparently Dream convinced Sam I had something to do with L'manberg blowing up. The first time I mean." You added. "I've been in Pandora's for the past five years, alone." You muttered.

"Dream got Tubbo to exile me! For a while it was just me and Ghostbur. Dream was my only friend, or so I thought. Turns out he convinced everyone I was better off. Gotta be honest it was probably the worst years of my life." Tommy chuckled.

"Ghostbur? Who's Ghostbur?" Your brow furrowed and Tommy stepped aside as a cheery voice smile at you.

"Hello!" The figure you saw Tommy talking to waved happily at you, not exactly looking at you but more than a glance before turning to a blue dyed sheep at his side.

Your blood pounded and time stood still. This was madness...it couldn't be. He was dead. Gone. Forever!

"Wilbur?" You stuttered and the ghostly man looked up at you. Really this time. Those vacant eyes, glazed with death, widened in their own and lonely tears fell from your eyes as you noticed the blue stain slashing down his middle.

This had to be your imagination. A dream. You were still in the prison. Wilbur was still dead and hardly memorable in your mind. This WASN'T real!

"Love?" Ghostbur uttered and you felt Tommy realize the moment beside you.

"This isn't possible," You choked and stepped back as Wilbur, no Ghostbur, stood. "You're dead."

"I'm here Y/N." Ghostbur said. His voice was the one you'd talked to all these years. His mouth curved to perfection in that eternal mischievous smile.

He was back...

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The part isn't the problem. Its my SEVERE motivation mood swings. All I know is pain.

But YAY WE GET SOME GHOSTBUR CONTENT NOWWW

Also if you didn't notice, you can spot the five stages of grief beginning to present themselves. Denial of course being the center stage and anger appearing briefly. Next you have bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Am I coping through my writing? Maybe...

Hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you soon 👋

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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"A little bit of what I earned"

A/N: yes the title is that one creepy line that Wilbur hates singing in 'Your New Boyfriend'. Fight me! Also not all warnings posted will be in the specific post that is being read. No warnings might not be used in the part! They're there so you can know that this whole series experiences this throughout the parts if you're uncomfortable with reading them 👍.

Warnings (Full Series): Cursing, violence, abuse, PTSD, grief, kidnapping, gore, death, explosives, possession

Setting: Outside of Pogtopia

Time Frame: Immediately after Part 1

Genre: 🌷fluff with some 🍃 angst

Pairing: C!Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader (confirmed Relationship)

AU: Front Lines of L'manberg Rewritten

Note: Also I have a HC that Wilbur uses certain nicknames for stages of relationships. 'dear' for the start out of a new relationship, 'Darling' once he gets especially comfortable with you since it seems like a more private or endearing term though he uses it freely, and 'Love' for his fiance or spouse. Ofc S.B.I being how close they are and the canon family relationship knows this system of his. I'll have a separate post explaining my full reasoning behind it out later.

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"Y/N I think I want to marry you..."

You pulled off of Wilbur's chest quickly. Quick enough to clip his nose with your neck where he rested quietly before saying the words that enacted your reaction.

"Owww" he rubbed the feature as you stuttered over syllables.

"Wh-wha-what do you mean?!" You panicked. Marriage?! "Why?!" You said alarmed. Was he okay? You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. No fever.

"Because Darling," he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your hand to feel his beating heart. It was steady with it's rhythm. Not a single misbeat of fear or doubt. "I love you more than I ever thought was capable of happening to me."

Wilbur changed position to where one knee rested in the grass and the other was propped up as one would when proposing.

"When I thought of you dying today, of Schlatt taking you away, of even EXISTING without you," You stared into his eyes, tears threatening your own. "I couldn't breathe. God, Y/N, it was so painful." His voice cracked.

"I realized then that dying a thousand deaths would be a better option than being without you." Wilbur grasped both your hands now, the one he hadn't already had held had wandered up to your mouth aimlessly. "I love you F/N (full/name), and I couldn't bear letting you go."

"Wilbur," you choked on your words. "Wil you're gonna make me cry." You sniffed and couldn't help the smile twitching at your lips.

"You don't have to answer me now, but please Y/N, consider it." Wilbur pleaded, his brow turning upwards as his smile faltered ever so slightly.

"We've been together hardly a year Wilbur. If even half one!" You exclaimed.

"Please Y/N, I know this! Just think about it. You know how I feel now, and I can only hope that you feel just as passionately about me." Wilbur brought you to your feet as he stood. He brushed a thumb over your cheek and kissed your hand wrapped in his.

"Please." He said again, his voice cracking slightly before he cleared his throat and looked at you again. "I can't lose you again."

You hugged him then. Around his neck and he bent to make it easier on both you and him. The man gets cricks too you know!

"I'll think about it Wil." You agreed and felt his arms loop around your waist as the silent melody of nature guided the two of you in a slow sway of dance.

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Morning broke above the leaves and you grumbled and curled tighter against Wilbur's side. His arm shifted against your back and an intake of breath raised his chest which only made you awaken more. You carefully sat up, cautious not to bother your sleeping boyfriend. Perhaps fiance as you thought about his offer from the night.

You almost thought it was a dream. Part of you believed it.

"it hasn't even been a year. How could he be thinking of marriage already?"

Your mind argued with itself over the situation.

"He had a child with a fish when he was hardly an adult. That's just how he is."

"At least he thinks you're the one for him and isn't afraid to say it."

"He's just reacting under pressure the war is getting to him. Schlatt is getting to him. He's acting on impulse only at this point. He can't actually be ready for this?"

"Don't you want it too though?"

You looked back on the memories of the fantasies you'd built up with Wilbur. Each walk and deep conversation pulling you further down into the pits of love. It was intoxicating to be around him. Exciting and like drowning each time he smiled or laughed or winked. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved Wilbur Soot with all your heart. Your soul. Your being.

There was no doubt you'd go to the ends of the Earth for this man. So why not to the altar? By the time you'd thought everything over again and again Wilbur began to stir beside you.

"Love? Everything okay?" He asked raspily. His rare in appearance sleepy voice rumbling deep in the air.

"God daaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnn it!" You thought and couldn't help the heat rising to your cheeks. If there was one thing you would enjoy immensely above everything else if you married him it was waking up to THAT every morning.

"Yeah everything's fine." You nodded and placed your hand on his, looking at both sets of fingers begin to intertwine out of habit. "Wil I've thought about what you said last night and-" Wilbur cut you off with his own rushed voice.

"Please, I'm sorry about that. I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or put any pressure on you-" Wilbur started rambling. You pressed a finger to his speeding lips.

"Wilbur I'm saying yes." You jutted in quickly with a light tired smile.

"What?" Wilbur said, his voice cracking through the sleepy rasp which only made you turn redder in the cheeks as you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Yes Wilbur, I accept your proposal." You said again and let out a laugh. Wilbur's lips twitched up and he seemed dumbfounded.

"Am I dreaming?" He said with a chuckle. You leaned and kissed him. When you pulled away you nipped his bottom lip playfully.

"Are you?" You said happily. Wilbur smirked, then smiled widely before leaping at you and tackling you back into the grass with a wild grin and a thousand kisses peppering you facial features and neck happily.

"Wilbur!" You laughed excitedly. His hair tickled your face as he covered you in his lips, even going as far as licking you once to which you swatted him away for. Spoilers: it didn't help much as he quickly just attacked you again with affection.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me Darling." Wilbur smiled against your cheek and kissed you fiercely on the skin. "God I could just devour you." He chuckled and resumed his scattering of kisses.

You laughed at each touch of his lips until the forest echoed with the joyous noise of both your voices. His showering you with affectionate words and his lips claiming every inch of your neck up.

"Wil you're gonna kill me!" You laughed as air became a thing of memory.

"Then shoot me in the heart my Dear, for there is no life without you." Wilbur panted and leaned over you with a goofy grin. The coat hung off his body creating a sort of halfway down wall, caging you under him and his dopey face. His hair hiding half of his face above you before your hand grabbed his collar and pulled him down on top of you as you kissed him deeply.

A smile spread across your lips as you thought of the future you agreed to. The smell of old coffee and gunpowder and stone. A voice like quiet thunder each time you fell asleep. A symphony of life under your ear every night and morning. Perfection at your side.

Wilbur gasped as he pulled away. Not dramatically, but enough to make you laugh again which made him laugh. He kissed you gently on the lips over and over until he was out of breath and rolled to lay beside you again. You huffed as he played with your hair falling around your head.

"We should probably get back to Pogtopia before Tommy comes looking for us and finds us like this." You turned your head to your new fiance.

"But why?" Wilbur's brow furrowed with disappointment.

"The poor boy will be traumatized if he sees us like this. You'll never hear the end of it from Phil if he tells either." You pointed out. Wilbur groaned pitifully and got to his feet, helping you up once he was balanced. He gave you another loving kiss before taking your hand and leading the way back.

Wilbur, of course, still couldn't help himself from pulling you into him and sneaking rounds of happy kisses as you walked. You could see the hill that Pogtopia laid inside and he stopped behind you completely.

"Wil?" You said and kept your hands together. "Wil what's wrong?"

"Nothing I just," he blinked rapidly and something seemed to clear in his eyes. "I-I don't know. Just got phased out for a second there. Sorry love." Wilbur chuckled and closed the gap between you two till he was standing beside you as you walked.

Wilbur dug out the entrance and replaced it behind him once he walked through after you. Then he took the lead and guided you down the stairs and dark fireplace bridges until Pogtopia was below your feet solidly again.

"You're tense again." Wilbur said quietly and hovered over your jaw with a hand, barely grazing your skin as you folded your free arm over your chest. Pogtopia did make you uncomfortable but only through the memory of being trapped in Schlatt's basement.

"I'm okay Wilbur, really." You assured with a lying smile. He didn't seem convinced but continued on holding your hand and walking through the ravine base.

"And where have you guys been?" A teasing voice echoed above. Wilbur stopped and summoned a sword quickly, pushing you behind him before looking up to see his brother-in-anarchy, Technoblade, sitting on a ledge of the ravine.

"We went out last night. Fell asleep in the forest." Wilbur sighed and sheathed his blade. You tightened your hand around his and stepped out to his side. He squeezed your palm lightly in assurance that it was okay. Technoblade clearly wasn't in a fighting state of mind as of now.

"Oh uh huh." The pigman jumped down from his legs, skillfully landing without hardly a grunt on impact. "Yeah Phil won't buy that. Or Tommy really." The legend huffed a small laugh and folded his arms. The black and white fur lined cape swayed at his back softly as if a breeze blew by him constantly.

"Phil's here?!" Wilbur exclaimed.

"No, but Tommy's got him on call. He's been kinda freaking out and exaggerating everything. Y'know, Tommy stuff." Technoblade said calmly as if he didn't just drop the fact that Tommy was telling PHILZA MINECRAFT, your fiance's DAD, an exaggerated version of what he knew about last night. And lets be honest, its Tommy. He's gonna say some things he doesn't know about either.

"Oh and he's taken your diamonds." Technoblade added and you watched a smile twitch on his pig-like face.

"He's WHAT?!" Wilbur released your hand and darted to the small area Tommy had begun to dig out for himself on the other end of the ravine. Your body jerked after him from the strength of his release and you shook out your arm as Technoblade came and stood next to you.

"So how'd it go?" He asked gruffly.

"What do you mean?" You asked and watched at Wilbur vanished into the whole in the wall of Tommy's room.

"Y'know," Techno said in a teasing voice. "being with Wilbur ALL night." The pigman smirked at you 'knowingly.'

"You're disgusting Technoblade." You scoffed and folded your arms. "We didn't do anything like that. We talked mostly and for your information it was very nice." You explained matter-of-factly.

"Hmm...good." Technoblade said blatantly. "Wil got really worried when you weren't at the house after the election apparently. Tommy told me he punched through the first walls of Pogtopia when he couldn't find you."

You turned over the thought of Wilbur punching through the stone at the entrance and felt your cheeks flush. You hadn't even seen him shirtless but if he was able to do that? Holy Hell.

"Tommy you give me back my shit before I shoot you." You heard Wilbur yell and held back a snicker.

"Should we help them?" You turned to Technoblade.

"Nah...they'll sort it out one way or another." Technoblade insisted and the two of you watched the brothers chase each other over diamond blocks. You almost forgot no one knew of your plans to marry Wilbur by the time Philza showed up in auditory form to sort out his sons.

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"C'mon mates, now what's happened?" You heard Phil ask. You had gone to Techno's potato farm and were pulling weeds and such. General tending things.

"Tommy took my diamonds so I shot him." Was the short version of Wilbur's story. "And now he's stuck in his own Redstone contraption.

"Wait what?" You exclaimed and came out of the side farm room.

"Oh hello Y/N." Phil exclaimed as your voice penetrated the call.

'Y/N's here too?" Tubbo's voice surprised you and you spotted the spy with a pick axe in hand. He must've shown up sometime while you were tending to the food supplies.

"Been here the whole time, now how has Tommy gotten himself stuck?" You chuckled and came to where Wilbur was standing with a dopey grin and red face from laughing.

"Love, it's so stupid. He was tryna make a piston door!" Wilbur laughed and leaned on your shoulder with his head resting against yours.

"'Love?'" Phil, Tommy, and Technoblade exclaimed in unison.

"What?" Tubbo said as the area became deathly quiet. You too were confused and you couldn't feel Wilbur breathing.

"Wil? What's wrong?" You chuckled uncomfortably. Techno was staring at the two of you with a slack jaw and a dumb smile. Tommy, from what you could see of his trapped form, was dumbfounded to speechlessness as well. Phil was silent as a mouse.

"Yeah why's it so weird that he called her 'love?' I think it's cute they have little nicknames." Tubbo stated.

"Because Tubbo," Phil's voice had a smile behind it, you could hear it. "Wilbur has a system of his nicknames."

"Any new girlfriend of his is called 'dear', then 'darling' for some reason, and then 'love' once he's fully head over heels." Technoblade explained.

"He's never called anyone 'Love' yet." Phil started to laugh.

"Wait, Wilbur you have STAGES for nicknames?!" Tubbo too began to laugh lightly.

"Oh shut up!" Wilbur's face turned a deep red as he growled at Tubbo. You smiled at him.

"No one's ever gotten to 'Love?' What about Sally?" You asked with a wavering smile.

"She left me before I could say it." He grumbled low enough for only you to hear.

"Awww Wilbur!" You said teasingly which only made his fave turn a darker red.

"Is this really how you wanna start off our engagement?" Wilbur said without hesitation which sent another wave of silence over the group before Tubbo broke it with Tommy in unison with him.

"YOU'RE ENGAGED?!"

"Wooooooahhh!!" Technoblade exclaimed with a smile. "I'm gonna be a brother-in-lawwww!!" He said triumphantly.

"Congrats you two. When did this happen?" Phil asked with his disembodied voice.

"I asked her last night under the stars." Wilbur admitted, staring far into your eyes. Tommy audibly gagged.

"That is very disgusting." He gagged again.

"Do you want to get out of there or not?" Wilbur turned to his trapped brother with a smoldering gaze and angry tone. Tommy apologized softly with a plead to yes let him out.

Eventually Tommy was freed and all the diamonds accounted for. Philza left to spend time with Mumza, or Kristin, and Technoblade vanished to go and search for something though he never said what. Just that it required a Nether trip.

Tommy removed himself from the equation and went mining for materials to build up Pogtopia and negotiate with possible allies over separate calls where he couldn't be disturbed or distracted.

That left you and Wilbur alone and although you could've taken advantage of the new opening for another affection war, the two of you opted for building off rooms to lead to storage and even an office for Wilbur to organize war plans. You yourself added a side room that was just big enough for the two of you to live in.

~~~Couple Weeks Later ~~~

Pogtopia was expanding. Allies flooding in like refuges in a storm. Niki, Fundy, Jack, and many others. Then a day came while you were crafting new tools to go Nethering with for Netherite and a new ally approached. One that was not entirely welcomed by you.

"Y/N, Love, we've got a new ally." Wilbur called out for you from his office. You'd long since built another off room from your shared quarters for you yourself to work in with its own separate Nether Portal straight into your Nether Mine.

"I'll go see them in a bit." You responded. No reply was shouted back. Between planning your wedding after the oncoming war and trying to keep up supplies for the growing resistance, you'd hardly had any time to talk with your fiance again.

Wilbur had grown so busy it was like talking to a wall of obsidian and the times he did respond it wasn't like he did. You heard him one time on the surface while you were gathering wood, talking with Tommy at the edge of the forest.

"Are we the bad guys?"

He had asked. Wilbur was doubtful of the war. Questioning his decisions and losing touch with you. He wasn't the man who proposed to you under the stars or had a system for his nicknames. You had hope still though. Everyone was stressed under the circumstances, you as well had changed in a way.

Since your kidnapping you'd trained with Technoblade and Phil (when he was around) in self defense. You mastered the cross bow and bow. A sharpshooter had emerged from the ashes of your trauma and a single arrow was all you needed to shoot down the one who wronged you. Schlatt was Wilbur's kill. No one questioned that. The tyrant had ruined everything the leader had built then turned his people against him.

Meanwhile a certain Vice President was in your sights. And you didn't miss.

"C'mon Love, even I have to attend this meet and greet." Wilbur came up behind you as you were scribbling down items you needed from your planned expedition into the firey Hell that was the Nether.

You sighed and set the quill into the ink pot before getting up and taking Wilbur's limp hand and leaving the study and office with him. You kept your crossbow loaded and ready in case an ambush occurred from the new 'ally.'

"Good you're both here!" Tommy seemed excited as he led the both of you to the surface and deep into the woods away from Pogtopia. A certain rendezvous designated for new recruits isolated and far from the Revolution base.

All the non-spies were present...Technoblade in other words. Everyone knew he was against government so it was pointless in trying to convince Schlatt's Manberg that he wasn't with Pogtopia.

As you emerged from the shade of the trees and spotted the new ally you stopped in your tracks and drew your crossbow within a blink of an eye.

Both Wilbur and Tommy flinched as you aimed.

"What the HELL are you doing here?!" You growled.

"Oh hey Y/N! Long time no see?" Quackity chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"HE'S the new recruit?!" You looked at Tommy quickly before tightening your grip on the weapon in your hands, aimed to kill.

"Well yeah....he's gotten tired of Schlatt's disrespect. He wants to fight against him now." Tommy said rather confused.

"Why's he a problem Y/N?" Wilbur asked and side eyed the man in the suit.

"He's the one who drugged me and took me to Schlatt!" You hissed and readied your finger to shoot if Quackity so much as shuffled his feet wrong.

Wilbur's demeanor changed and the air cracked with a tension that could spark a thousand fires.

"Big Q," Tommy turned to the recruit. "Is this true?" He asked.

"Well y-yeah but I've changed I swear! Schlatt is a tyrant and he's killing Manberg! Even I didn't want this to happen!" Quackity pleaded desperately. Wilbur's boots crunched over the stiff grass as he made his way over to Quackity.

"Do you have any idea what you did?" You could hardly hear Wilbur's growl.

"Wil please I'm sor-" Quackity choked as Wilbur grabbed his collar and picked him up off the ground. Now you released your crossbow slightly and walked over to Wilbur.

"Do you KNOW what you did?!" Wilbur yelled at the Vice President of Manberg. Birds flew from the trees and a powerful echo bounced off the leaves.

"Wilbur-" you rested your hand on his shoulder. The General flinched and dropped Quackity before twisting around and grabbing your wrist with a strength you didn't know he had. It hurt and you jerked away.

Almost as soon as he did it Wilbur let go in a look of horror at his actions.

"Y/N Darling I'm-" Before he could finish you shook your head.

"It's fine Wil. We're all tense." You said quickly and flexed your wrist where he grabbed. You could already feel a slight bruise forming. The tension crackled as you approached Quackity, Wilbur stepping aside with his head hung low. You would assure him later that it was only an act of impulse and you were fine.

"Y/N I'm sorry again for what I did. I do regret it I do! You've gotta believe me!" Quackity pleaded with you. Deep down you could feel he meant it.

"I'll give you a chance." You said with gritted teeth. "But! If you even THINK of betraying us or hurting my friends, I will not hesitate to gut you like a fish. Understood?" You hissed and Quackity nodded.

"Yes yes I understand! Crystal clear!" Quackity's voice lifted in his newly earned place in the Revolution.

"Tommy, you recruited him. You show him around and get him suited." You instructed to Tommy and started your walk back to Pogtopia not daring to remove your hands from the crossbow you'd enchanted to perfection.

You heard a rustling behind you but didn't turn to see who it was. You already knew from the thump of the steps. Wilbur.

"Love please! Let me apologize!" You heard him plead behind you. You weren't angry at him no. Sure it was alarming for him to use such force on you but you knew the kind of stress he was under. No matter how much it hurt he was just trying to get his home back. A home you both could live in after this was all over.

"There's nothing to apologize for Wil." You kept on walking until he dashed up behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around you, thus stopping you in your tracks. Tears pricked at your eyes but you choked them down. This was wartime. There wasn't time for crying.

"Y/N please. What I did wasn't right. Let me apologize." Wilbur's voice cracked quietly in your ear and you couldn't help the lonely tears that slid from your face as you made th crossbow vanish and you settled your hands on his arms across your chest.

"It's fine really Wilbur. You're stressed, I'm stressed. Everyone is under a lot of pressure. An outburst-" Wilbur cut you off and turned you around to face him. One of his arms rested on your waist while the other cupped your cheek.

"Stop it! Stop saying that!" Wilbur demanded and a few more tears fell from your eyes. Some even welling up in Wilbur's own coffee brown iris'.

"Love, please. Please don't EVER accept that behavior from me." Wilbur's voice choked as he wiped your tears with his gloved thumb. The cloth was warm but you longer for his fingers. His skin caressing yours again. God you just wanted him back with you for once.

"I love you so so much Y/N and I am SO sorry for what I did. I don't know if it was impulse or stress but I don't care. You're my only and you will never deserve that treatment from me." Wilbur pulled you against his chest and you let out a sniff as you buried your face into his coat. He smelled of gunpowder and various explosive materials. Why?

"Please forgive me." Wilbur said into your neck and you pulled away, ignoring the strange smell of his clothes, and kissed him for the first time in weeks. Really kissed him. You'd both done small pecks on the cheek or head in passing but a real kiss hadn't happened since you'd been engaged which you still didn't have a ring to show for.

"I do Wilbur. I forgive you." You smiled at him and felt a wave of tension leave his body as he kissed you deeply.

"Thank you. Thank you thank you." Between each statement of gratitude he kissed you. On the cheek and neck he peppered you with kisses and 'thank you's for what felt like eternity.

"Wil we've got to get back." You laughed and pushed his shoulders away from you gently. Wilbur pouted at you before kissing you one more time and taking your hand to guide you back to Pogtopia.

There was the Wilbur you loved...the Wilbur you were gonna marry after this all was over.

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I hope you enjoyed the fluff because that's about all you're gonna get for a while 😂. Spoiler Alert: its about to get dark ladies and gentlemen.

Look forward to Part 3 and I'll see you all around!

Farewell <3

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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Title: "I thought I lost you."

A/N: HELLO! WELCOME TO THE REWRITTEN FRONT LINES OF L'MANBERG! This is Part 1 obviously of this rewritten series. I hope you enjoy it a bit more and find it better lined up with the real events of the Dream SMP history. Changed up the timeline a bit and fingers crossed I can work some good magic with it ✌.

Pairing: C!Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader (confirmed relationship)

Setting: L'manberg, Pog2020 vs Swag2020 Election Day

Genre: 🍃 angst with some 🌷fluff

Warnings (Full Series): Cursing, violence, abuse, PTSD, grief, kidnapping, gore, death (more added as I write)

Summary: You ready Wilbur for the election only to be taken away as political leverage by a particularly unhinged politician.

AU: Front Lines of L'manberg Rewritten

Key: ~~ short time lapse (minuets), ~~~~~~~~ longer time lapse (hours),##(name)## Change in POV to the name

Edit: Next Part

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"Hold still!" You demanded from your boyfriend. You could feel his pulse rampaging through his blood as you held his wrist. The stress of the ballot reading was taking a toll on him. His forehead was beard with sweat as you adjusted the sleeves.

"I can't help it. I feel like I'm going to throw up." Wilbur huffed and tried his best to keep from twitching in his nerves. This was it. Either they won or L'manberg was handed off to men who didn't even care about the nation. At least not to the extent he and Tommy did.

"Well you can throw up when you get back from winning this thing." You looked up at Wilbur and released his arm. You stood on the ends of your toes and cupped his cheek as you kissed him.

Your vanilla chapstick melted on Wilbur's lips as he returned the gesture and leaned down for you. The height difference in the two of you was uncanny for such actions but Wilbur enjoyed the many short comments he was able to make when you were in a mood ripe for his annoyance.

"See? You'll be fine." You smiled and stepped back to survey his newly tailored uniform. He'd be needing it for a few more years if he won. No not 'if', when he won.

"I just-" Wilbur stepped down from the raised platform you'd placed him on. Purely for the fat should anyone had walked in on you working on the waistline they wouldn't be traumatized immediately.

"I just feel like something's wrong. Or going to go wrong. Quackity and Schlatt have pooled their votes as two parties. We have hardly a chance of beating that!" Wilbur's brow furrowed as he began to pace.

You walked over and quickly stopped him with a tight hug.

"Whatever happens Wilbur, we'll get out of it. Just like we did against Dream." Wilbur's hands were hesitant as they wrapped around you. You could hear his heartbeat as the two of you stood their in that sweet bliss.

"We fought Dream. I can't fight Schlatt." Wilbur pulled away and walked to his chair, removing his General's hat and sitting down hunched over and fiddling with the accessory.

"I just wanted L'manberg to be left alone, Y/N. I just wanted to have the power to keep it at peace." Wilbur's voice tensed in his throat and concern pounded in your head.

"I know Will. I'm sorry." You couldn't think of the words so you made your way over and took his head gently. Your massaged his scalp lightly feeling the man you loved (but hadn't told yet unfortunately) relax into you touch.

"I don't know what I'd do without you Darling." Wilbur turned his head up from where it leaned against you stomach. You smiled down at him and pressed a kiss to his lips again.

"You'd probably be dead by now. Or in a horribly tight suit." You joked earning a light chuckle from Wilbur as he lowered his head back to a normal angle.

"Definitely the dead one." He laughed. Deep down it kind of concerned you. You'd met Wilbur a little time before the L'manberg Revolution ended. You had been part of the Greater Dream SMP for forever but didn't live there. No you had a burrow you dug out a little ways away from the nations.

You came across Wilbur when you were out looking for skeletons. He'd seen you and helped a little. The man didn't do much but get shot at and bloody his knuckles punching the things.

"You don't carry a sword?" You had asked him when you took him to your home to help fix him up.

"I do. I was on my way to a friends to fix it." He'd told you.

So you walked with him to the Greater Dream SMP where he said goodbye and asked to see you again.

"Maybe when you carry a shield too. Or perhaps some armor?" You smiled. "You're a War General and walk around in clothing alone." You teased every chance you got.

"Would you prefer to see me without them completely?" Wilbur's comment earned a very vulgar gesture from you. A laugh erupted from him. A joyous sound you hadn't heard ever since the war started.

Wilbur bowed low at the waist and saluted you. "I'll see you after the War." He smiled and walked away.

And you didn't see him again till news of L'manberg winning reached you.

"Lost are you?" That charming voice you searched for surprised you from behind. You whirled around to see him a lot closer than you expected.

"Not in the slightest." You smirked at his cocky grin. "Why? Hoping to lead me to your lair and kidnap me?"

"Only if you consent." Wilbur's hand reached and hovered below your chin. You stayed still as he scanned your face before you pushed the hand down.

"You said I'd see you after the War was finished. It's done." You looked up into the coffee brown of his eyes. "Wanna go grab something to eat?" You said with a challenging smile.

"Nothing would make me happier." Wilbur smiled and offered his arm.

"Then lead the way Mr. President." And you took his arm.

And you'd been together ever since. Now he was up against the corrupt politicians invading L'manberg and his fighting spirit was retired. This was an era of peace for Wilbur Soot and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Wilbur, we can't win this on words." Tommy insisted. The two running mates debated on a game plane. Tension thickened the air to the point you could choke on it. You waited around the hill but Tommy's voice carried. Wilbur's did not.

"Fuck Dream! He's ENDORSED Schlatt! He knows the man will destroy L'manberg!"

A pause, no doubt Wilbur's attempt at calming his VP for election.

"...yeah..yeah you're right." Tommy's voice uttered and you heard footsteps coming towards you.

You busied yourself with tearing apart a leaf that you'd found on the ground.

"Darling, what're you doing here?" Wilbur looked down at you sitting in the grass.

"I came to wish you good luck. I'll be waiting at home for when you win." You stood up and wrapped your arms around Wilbur's neck with a smirk.

"Well thank you." Wilbur's face relaxed slightly and he connected your lips quickly. Before Tommy could protest the PDA was over.

"Good luck to you too Tommy. Keep him out of trouble." You held out your hand for the younger man to shake. He gripped it tightly and nodded with a cheeky smile.

"Will do." Tommy lead off as Wilbur stayed behind to talk privately with you.

"Come back home okay?" You said to Wilbur and took his hand.

"I have every intention of doing so my Dear." Wilbur kissed you again deeper this time and ran his thumb along your jaw. You pressed your forehead against his as it broke.

"I love you Wilbur." You finally said. You looked into his eyes to see the warmth and shock flood into the warm brown iris'.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that." He huffed and smiled. Some tension left his shoulders as he kissed you again and again.

"I love you too Y/N, so much." He said and hugged you tightly. "I'm going to win this election and we're going to be happy and at peace. L'manberg will be our world where we can do whatever we wish." Wilbur's voice lightened and you smiled.

"It sounds wonderful." You said.

"Wilbur! C'mon!" Tommy's voice called out and Wilbur kissed you again quickly.

"I love you!" He called back as he jogged to join his running mate on the podium where the parties were preparing to hear the votes. You and Wilbur had agreed it'd be safer for you to stay at home in case fighting broke out. Sure you could handle yourself but Wilbur had said it'd make him feel better knowing you were somewhere less violent.

You smiled and turned back to walk home. The birds flew overhead and you felt light on your feet. He loved you. You'd had little doubt that he did but it was a relief to have the answer for sure now.

Clouds rolled over the sky as the cabin you'd built and added to over the years came into view. You didn't live far from your old burrow.

Wilbur had helped you build the establishment not far from L'manberg so you could still make it to the country in time should anything go wrong or if you were to be needed.

There was something off about the house now...your roses were crooked like someone had ran alongside them. Leaned on them, which was strange because you hadn't cut the thorns yet.

You were careful and kept a hand on your sword strapped to your waist. You approached the door quietly and found it cracked open and splinters bulging from the frame like it had been kicked in.

You drew your sword, enchantments glowing beautifully off its edge, and prepared for an intruder. You swung around quickly as you walked in the door and something clicked.

You looked down at your feet to spot the trip wire. Before you could react splash potions shot at you. The liquid seeped into the open cuts from the glass and you stumbled back into the now closed door.

Your strength vanished and the sword you'd crafted yourself because too heavy to even grip. Your whole body sunk to the floor as an unimaginable weakness overwhelmed you. Darkness clouded over your vision and you only caught a glimpse at your attacker.

"It's nothing personal Y/N, but Schlatt needs leverage over Wilbur. You're the best option." Quackity's voice faded out as you blacked out, your last thought one of panic.

This was bad....

~~~~~~~~

Darkness surrounded you and barely any of your senses picked up anything. There was a quiet crash, like a door slamming closed, and clicks of what might've been footprints echoing around you.

Light flooded in your eyes and you grimaced as the onslaught brought a headache upon you.

"Wakey wakey!" A echoing voice snapped at you with a mocking tone.

"There she is! Welcome back to the waking world." Schlatt stood before you. You could make out his hazy figure through your adjusting eyes.

"Where-" You tried to focus on your surroundings.

"You're in a temporary basement. I built this little box for purposes just as these. I got lost in my new home trying to find you even!" Schlatt smiled as your vision focused. The curved horns protruding from his head seemed to have sharpened since last you saw the politician.

"Why am I here Schlatt?!" You grabbed at the metal bars keeping you caged from strangling your captor.

"That's Mr. President to you. Well really, Emperor now. L'manberg is mine, and your little lover boy is a real pain in my ass." Schlatt tapped his finger to your nose earning a disgusted look from you. He smelled of cheap alcohol and sweat.

"L'manberg would never chose you!" You spat.

"You're right. My party landed third, but thanks to a wonderful Vice President of mine, I was able to surpass my enemies." Schlatt leaned callously against the stone walls that trapped you.

"Quackity is a fool thinking you'll give him an ounce of power." You scoffed and backed away from the bars.

"Clever girl." Schlatt laughed. "I've made a deal with your boyfriend; turn himself over for a public execution or be captured as soon as possible and forced to witness yours." Schlatt flicked an invisible piece of lint from his suit.

"You're an idiotic fool if you think that'll work." You smirked.

"And what, pray tell, makes you think you can speak to me like that?" Schlatt turned to you with a disgusting smile.

"You're kidding? Executing the founder of your new nation? Or me? L'manberg is full of my friends." You folded your arms. "Wilbur might be public enemy number one but you get a sword anywhere near me and you'll have mutiny."

The confidence was false...sort of. Sure you were good friends with all the L'manberg citizens but you put far too much faith in thinking they'd prevent your execution.

"You have too much faith in humanity." Schlatt smirked. "You're 'friends' turned basically on command against the 'founder' of this damned country. Wilbur is nothing here. He has no power and never will again."

Wilbur lost the election to this tyrant? Unbelievable...

Yet you stayed silent knowing he was right. About your faith. Wilbur would have his nation back. Maybe not as president, but you knew he would pick up his sword again for L'manberg.

"Cat got your tongue?" Schlatt sneered. "You've got twelve hours before I release my Hunters. Him and Tommy will be hunted like dogs and you will be killed before the citizens of L'manberg. How poetic." Schlatt cackled and exited your prison chamber.

You debated punching through the metal bars but realized it might not be the best choice of escape. Wilbur could be reckless but Tommy was worse. Worst case scenario? L'manberg is sent into war and you stay a prisoner but alive hopefully.

Best case? Schlatt is killed and the nation is freed and you and Wilbur can go home and never speak of these events again.

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Hours and hours passed inside the cold stone cage. Hunger had started to gnaw at your stomach and you lost count of how long you'd been here. Your cell had a bed in it and that was it. A single red sheet bed that sat in the corner.

With the hunger setting in you figured conserving your energy was a decent option should the opportunity of escape ever arise. So you curled up onto the bed and slipped under the blankets. Numb sleep was quick to claim you and the world was blocked out.

##Wilbur##

"FUCK!" the word echoed out through the small ravine Tommy and Him had caved out so far.

"Wil just calm down! We'll get Y/N back." Tommy tried to assure his brotherly friend.

"Oh I know we will, it's the fact that she could DIE before we figure out a fucking plan!" Wilbur exclaimed in a bit of rage and grabbed his head in frustration.

Deep down he was far more terrified than he was angry. He couldn't think straight. His land. His home. His love. All of it had now been taken by a tyrant of a man who only wished to see it all burn.

"She's not gonna die Wilbur." Tommy said.

"How do you know?" Wilbur's voice cracked at the thought of your dead body. Cold and lifeless. The opposite of what you were.

"Because," Tommy set a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "No matter how ridiculous it is to say, you both love each other and I highly doubt one corrupt idiot politician is going to get in the way of that."

Wilbur looked at Tommy. His eyes glazed with tears welling up as the situation loomed over the escaped political party.

"Thanks Tommy." Wilbur nodded and wiped his eyes from under the glasses resting on his nose. Tommy hugged him quickly before shrugging away even quicker.

"My pleasure ya prick. Now lets go get Y/N back." Tommy said with a cocky grin.

"And how do you plan on pulling that off big man?" Wilbur asked with a tilt of his head.

"An old friend."

~~##Reader##

You woke to a banging upstairs. A clash. A boom. Fighting in general. Hope rose in your chest. Perhaps Wilbur had come for you.

"I chose BLOOD!"

The sound erupted loud and clear as the door down to the basement where you were tucked away was thrown open. Or kicked or what have you.

"Well this is poorly designed." A familiar voice sniffed and stepped quickly down the stairs coming down.

"Who's there?!" You backed against the far stone wall. Dellusion had started to eat away at your senses as Hunger took control of your instincts.

"Y/N? It's Tommy." Tommy looked into the stone cell. He had a pick axe ready in his hand and a shield mounted on his arm.

"Oh Tommy! Have you got any food?!" You rushed to the bars and your friend.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Tommy smile jokingly.

"Tommy I haven't eaten since the morning of the election so if you've got food hand it over before I steal that pick axe and crush your skull in." You snarled.

"Alright alright no need to get violent." Tommy mocked surrender. "Stand back." He warned and you obeyed. The bars were gone in seconds and Tommy handed you 16 loaves of bread which you gladly dug into.

"Where's Wilbur?" You said after your hunger was satisfied. Tommy handed you a bow and a stack and a half of arrows which you readied.

"Outside helping a friend." Tommy smiled and led the way out.

When you emerged back to the surface you were in a quaint house the size a few Villagers large homes. It was a bit sleeker than a Villager house but you didn't pay much attention as yelling came from around the corned.

The dominant voice was gruff and raspy in each of it's violent grunts. Whatever they were fighting wasnt standing much of a chance clearly.

"AHAHAHHA!" the laughter boomed around the hall and you readied your bow on instinct.

"Careful. Techno's kinda a feral beast when he gets a chance to fight." Tommy laughed and led the way casually to the sound of violence.

"Hold on, you're friend is The Blade?!" You stuck close to Tommy but refused to loosen your bowstring.

"Well...not really. He's just got a special distaste for government and mistreatment." Tommy's brow furrowed as he thought about it.

"Noted." You muttered and tensed for anything that was left to fight after the Legendary Technoblade's onslaught.

"Hey! Techno! How's it gone man?" Tommy greeted as you rounded the corner to a narrow hallway leading to some stairs.

The Blade turned to face the two of you. His outfit, already red, was splattered with blood from the heap of what appeared to be spiders and perhaps a few zombies.

"Ah that felt good." Technoblade chuckled and sheathed his sword. The man was breathing heavily but clearly not at all winded.

Technoblade was a legend among all forms of fighting and violence. It was rumored he'd been the only one capable of killing Dream in one on one combat.

"Techno I'd like you to meet Y/N. Wilbur's girlfriend." Tommy cringed as the last words left his mouth. Techno stretched out his hand and you shook it, forcing your bow to ease up.

"Thanks for coming and killing these things." You nodded to him.

"My pleasure." Technoblade smirked happily at the gore behind him.

"YOU FUCKING COWARD COME FIGHT ME!" A strangled yell came from upstairs and your heart fluttered. You dropped the bow and ran over the bloody corpses of the monsters and up the stairs.

"Wilbur?!" You called and felt the air shift slightly from the tense anger tainting it before.

"Darling?" He whirled around from where he stood by a broken window to face you. "Oh Y/N, you're okay! You are okay right?!" Wilbur darted to you as the questions spilled from him. Your hugged him close, taking in a deep breath of his scent. A pleasant mix of tilled dirt and rain.

"I'm okay. Oh God I'm okay now." You felt yourself begin to cry.

"God I missed you. I thought I lost you. I thought he'd gone ahead and killed you." Wilbur gazed down at your face in worry. His eyes glistened with tears as he ran his thumbs across your cheeks that were already spilling tears of relief.

"I wouldn't have let him." You smiled as Wilbur's hand traced your chin and you leaned into his palm.

He kissed you then.

His lips pushed against yours like it was the last thing he'd ever know. Like a dying man begging for mercy and of course you responded. Together your tongues danced softly until it was enough. Until another rounds of shouts came from downstairs.

"YOU CAN HAVE YOUR TOUCHY DISGUSTING REUNION WHEN WE GET BACK TO POGTOPIA!" Tommy yelled up and banged on the ceiling (or floor for you and Wilbur) urgently.

"Pogtopia?" You looked at Wilbur's annoyed expression.

"It's a hideout for Tommy and me and anyone who wants to join our resistance against Schlatt." Wilbur explained.

"Still, POGtopia?" you chuckled.

"It was a minor detail in trying to save you." Wilbur's voice pitched up at the joke.

"You let Tommy name it didn't you?" You snickered.

"Maybe." Wilbur said, giving nothing away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Goodnight Tommy!" You yelled at the boy across the narrow ravine. You and Wilbur were taking the chance of going to the surface. Even if it had hardly been a day apart from each other, the threat from Schlatt killing one of you was overwhelming.

"Yeah yeah go do your weird couple-y shit." Tommy waved you both away and walked to whatever section of the ravine he lived in. Wilbur flipped him off which you quickly batted down.

"Be nice." You smiled.

"Tell him that." Wilbur spoke in his defense.

"You know Tommy has no capacity to listen." You grabbed Wilbur's hand and led him up the crude stone stairs carefully.

When the night sky broke the never ending sights of dirt and stone you let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding.

"Maybe Pogtopia isn't ready for you yet." Wilbur joked and held you beside him under the trees.

"I think I might not be ready for Pogtopia." You countered. The two of you walked out into the meadow just outside the hill Pogtopia was hidden in. Wilbur sat down in the grass and pulled you down with him. Your body rested halfway on his chest and your fingers played with his own. His heartbeat was a melody. A song you craved to hear.

"Tell me about it." Wilbur's voice rumbled through his chest and you looked up at him. He was staring at the night horizon before looking down at you with a serious expression.

"About what?" You asked genuinely confused. You'd been in Pogtopia a few hours how were you supposed to have a full opinion yet?

"About Schlatt. What did he do to you?" Wilbur clarified and brushed a strand of hair from your face.

"Wil-" You hadn't fully come to terms with the events yourself. Whether it be from the fact you were unconscious most of the whole ordeal or your memory was still hazy from the experience.

"You don't have to tell me." Wilbur rushed out and looked back at the sky. Something was different about him and it wasn't his clothes. The trench coat and hood were ominous yes, but clothes could only do so little. No Wilbur was off. Darker than when you saw him at the election last.

"I just want to know how many times I should stab the bastard before slitting his throat." Wilbur growled. Now THAT was different. You sat up hurriedly.

"Wilbur Soot, Schlatt didn't do anything to me as far as I know but threaten to kill one of us and kidnap me." Wilbur avoided your eyes. He hated when you used his middle name. His last being Minecraft like his father of course. Hated how it provoked him.

"And what if he did? And you just don't know?" Wilbur sneered quietly. You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you.

"Wil look at me." You commanded. His eyes locked with yours and you almost melted at the sight of the stars reflecting in his iris'.

"If Schlatt did so much as blow a wisp of air on me I'll gladly kill him myself," You said and Wilbur tried to look away again but you cupped his face. "I'm okay Wilbur. I'm right here and I'm not leaving." You nodded to him.

Wilbur's eyes softened and he leaned forward to kiss you. You met him halfway and relaxed into the feeling of him with you again. Your lips danced softly against his and warmth spread through your chest as he pulled you close and removed his lips from yours to nuzzle into your neck with small kisses igniting the skin at each touch.

There was nothing sensual about any of it. It was wonderful to finally have him back. To be back by his side where you belonged. Then Wilbur's voice cracked over his voice and heated your neck quietly.

"Y/N I think I want to marry you..."

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A lot different from the first Front Lines of L'manberg I know but I've really got a good track about this version that'll really jerk some heartstrings hopefully.

My life's goal right now is to make someone cry through a screen.

🙂💙

Goodbye now ✌✨

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