#wlbr

wilbur looked down at the world. so vast and large, the mortals underneath him all working like ants. the way he fixated on them could almost send him into a trance, barely looking at the goals and standards he set for them.

then there was you, he hadn’t upheld any goals for you. being yourself was enough for him, every time he’d descended before you he could’ve sworn there was an aura of joy and light around you. as much as he proclaimed himself the sun god, you definitely beat him at being the embodiment of light and all things happy.

everyone could see just how much he liked you, gifting you extra food, armour or useless, but pretty, trinkets. you had him wrapped around your finger, but you had asked for nothing in return. instead, opting to make his godly life a little sweeter. you had often given him little flowers you found, and every time wilbur felt your hands brush, he could’ve sworn angels had sung a chorus just written for him.

walking in the forest side by side, you would catch a few glares from people who were angry you had got, well, god’s admiration.

“pay no mind to them, my dear, they only feel the need to critique perfection.” he told you, you gave a nod in response.

“i’ve understood that since i caught your eye.” you replied, turning your head to look at him, giving a small, dimmed smile.

it angered him that there were people like that. he saw you as grace and beauty embodied, and every time his name lingered on your breath, he wished he could make a paradise with you.

he longed to waltz on the clouds, the feathery feeling of them underneath you feeling like tickles, he would pluck each star from the sky one by one, as a gift for you to show his devotion to you as it was nothing compared to the safe haven he felt when in your presence, as though his godly duties disappeared.

he did, however, have some unsavoury feelings brewing from deep within him, even if he didn’t recognize how very unsavoury they were. they blossomed from understandable thoughts, it was truly a dangerous world out there, and with the hatred you got from many people, you would be quite the target. it was within his limits to say to himself that he was the only person who could keep you safe. which soon evolved into “everyone around you was a danger, including the people who put on a “façade” of a friend.”

he vehemently told you how much he disliked each mortal person you befriended. he told himself that they were going to, inevitably, betray you. and you would listen, due to the fact he told you so sweetly, his honeyed voice dripping from his pink lips that could make pure anger sound like a serenade, and sugar plum eyes that lovingly glared at each bit of you like you were of him, his goddess, his dear companion, his soulmate; and you had no reason not to trust him, you’d take his hand and promise him you would stay as safe as you could.

that wasn’t enough for the god, he needed something impenetrable, his wall to you, his asgard. so, for now, the clouds and stars were, instead, a fairly-sized bedrock room.

“im sorry, my love, i have to take you away from your home for me, and for your safety.” he grabbed your hand, you bowed your head, “i understand, wilbur.” you moved in closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your forehead in the middle of his chest, he moved his arms to your back and let out a loving sigh.

after breaking off the embrace, he brought you up to your new home. it wasn’t the most beautiful, but it was safe, and that was beautiful enough for both of you.

as soon as your feet landed on the cold stone, you turned to look at wilbur, he held your hand, pressing your knuckles to his lips and landing a kiss.

“i have to go now, get comfortable, my love.” he told you, in his gentle voice that could stun feral animals.

“i love you.” you said to him.

it’s not that i couldn’t sleep, i just didn’t want to. i was still in shock that he was back, so im here now, admiring his sleeping face in the darkness.

i’ve always thought he was so pretty, even through everything we’ve been through. his mental health struggles, when sally left him with fundy, and when he was inside that cursed little stone room.

oh fundy, i haven’t seen him in a while, i should go visit him sometime. i had to take on a really parental figure for him, as much as wilbur was wonderful, he wasn’t a parent to fundy, but it’s not like i minded being a parental role to him, now or even then, he’s always been an easy kid to take care of, even if he wasn’t, he was adorable. i’ll probably bake something in the morning and take it over to him, not sure what to make, though. i’ll make sure he’s eating well and showering and getting good sleep.

might be a bit hypocritical, though. considering that after a night of will and i, well, doing the tango just for two, i’m still up, staring at him. admiring him.

i slipped my hand into his, soft skin gracing eachothers, it felt so good to do this, after months of yearning to feel him against me again. really feel him, not just a ghost of him, ghostbur was sweet, but he wasn’t wilbur.

“y/n, go to sleep.” will groggily told me.

“fine.” i sighed.