#lmanhole

You cannot kill me in a way that matters

happy 4th birthday L'Manberg!! o7

a day to remember loves- past and present, lost and unfinished

hi @problemcore! it is i, your @mcytblr-valentine-grams :DD your art is really really pretty and i was honestly very intimidated HSHSHJS but I really hope you like it!!

I just really love angst c:

thank you!💜

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

𝑀𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠//𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Masterlist // parental smp

Revivebur x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: gn!

Warnings: death, blood, Wilbur

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

“Papa!”

The small toddler shouted with joy as they ran into their fathers arms, as he carefully picked them up hugging them closer. “Little star! How was your day with bubba and Auntie Nikki?” He moved some fallen hair from their eyes, kissing their forehead in adoration.

“Bubba was being a groot the whole day.. But Auntie Nikki made us cookies!” The child babbled on grabbing onto Wilburs neck, playing with his hair like a teddy bear.

“She also taught me how to decorate them too.” Wilbur carefully placed them down, watching as fundy proceeded to slam the door to his room. “That moody little Fox.. Come on let’s go patrol around Lmanburg.”

He held them close, the summers breeze flowing through their hair as they traveled on the pathway. Dim lights shone from Tubbos bee house, and loud music playing as Tommy and Tubbo danced in the garden.

The air was warm, stars lighting up the sky with floating lanterns around. No one could deny that it had been a perfect night despite the events from earlier. Dreams attacks becoming more and more frequent, a war on the purge.

Y/n pulled on their fathers hand, dragging him out of his little headspace towards the two teens. Faces lighting up as Tommy went to pick up Y/n, the other dancing and saluting Wilbur as he plucked carrots from the ground.

The older man laughed at the small antics displayed in front of him, begging that these blissful nights never came to an end. For his children and friends, maybe even his own very brother.. Promising to keep them at last.

My dearest love, my brightest light.. I promise to ever hold you at spite. Just forbid you from ever leaving my sight, my darling knight.

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A small sob admitted from the air as explosions rang throughout what was known as Lmanburg. Tnt spewed from left and right destroying what was supposed to be passed down, leaving nothing left but a crater.

Left standing admit from the shambles of grime and dust, three figures stuck within the 3 walls of a stone room. A father and his child, and a ruthless trail of blood behind them.

“Kill me Phil! Stab me right in the chest, forgive me for all the chaos I have created.”

“I can’t you’re my son!”

“Oh Phil, I have my child in my arms, after I forced them to watch their country burn. You can do anything to those you care for.”

So it happened, despite the shouts and begs of protest from a small voice being shoved to the ground. Tears streamed down their cheeks as Philza ran the skilled diamond sword through his sons chest.

Through the heart the wound bled, Y/n forcing themselves up as they ran to Wilburs body despite the shaking in their knees. Phil attempted to pry them away from the body;yet they had refused and clung on, holding Wilburs head to their chest as if their life depended on it.

“You killed him!”

Their voice came out in shambles as they shouted at the man, throat croaking admitting a soul crushing scream. “He’s dead! My fathers dead..”

They continued to whimper, Tommy hugging them from behind bringing their head to his chest while the body floated up to dust. Despite his own hurt, the blonde allowed the teenager to weep in his shoulder whilst whispering quiet affirmations.

“This is how you come back to us?”

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My face lit up as I ran into his chest, clinging onto his tall figure for dear life. I couldn’t help but admit small sniffles while looking up to his face after all these years of misshapen misery.

He was back in my arms, yet this time alive..

Id taken the second to take in his appearance as he lifted my head, holding my face in the palms of his hands. A white streak hung from his hair and a wound on the upper part of his shoulder.

“My little star! I’ve missed you.”

I felt my knees buckle from underneath me, it had been some time since I’ve heard that name..

“It’s been five years..” I sobbed into his shoulder, clinging onto the brown trench coat as if it were the only thing keeping me standing. I gasped as I felt a sudden rush flowing through my lower abdomen, shutting my eyes as pain surged through me.

I gasped feeling myself become lighter and lighter as my face slowly became pale. I heard omnimecent shouts coming through somewhere, but I couldn’t tell who or where.

I was confused, looking down as I mustered the faint energy I had left. An arrow was struck through as blood pooled out, crimson color staining my clothing and my fathers coat.

He held onto me bringing my head to his chest, humming a soft tune I’ve heard many times in the past. Faint whispers passed through his lips as he failed to accept the situation.

I had been shot

I’m dying in my fathers arms

It’s so funny how history repeats itself.. yet this time it’s the other way around! The pain I’ve felt for years, the weeks I’ve spent curled up in my bed because of the tragity of my past; I’ve unwillingly passed it onto him.

Maybe we’ll meet again in another life

“I hate you”

𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝗺𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐬𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲

─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─𝑐𝑟𝑦 ─═ڿڰۣڿ☻ڿڰۣڿ═─

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Ahh I loved writing this! I got a little stuck in the end if you haven’t noticed :) but child smp is back