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"Hey, Wil."
Tommy stood at his brother's shrine, head bowed, with his hands stuffed in his jeans' pockets. They'd been shaking, earlier. Now they held still.
"Day, what, fifty-two, now? Something like that. Not like it fucking matters, does it."
"I'm dying tomorrow."
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On the eve of his death, Tommy visits his brother. One last time.
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There is somebody else in the museum. Wilbur tenses unwillingly at the pinprick feeling of eyes on the back of his head. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he practically snarls. Tommy flinches next to him.
Eret dips their head in greeting, unaffected, where they stand barely past the grand entrance. “This is my museum. What do you think?”
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A chance encounter in a museum leads to an opportunity for Wilbur and Eret to leave their bitter past behind and make amends. Of course, with one of them completely unwilling to let go, it doesn't quite go that way.
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Brother, I'm Sorry (for what I'm about to do) by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
28 Dec 2021
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“We’re gonna live tomorrow, Wil, yeah?” Tommy mumbled into his brother’s shoulder, feeling him stiffen under him. It was as though he’d stopped breathing altogether, and for a moment, Tommy was worried he had died right there. And then Wilbur took a shuddering breath, and pulled him in closer. “Nobody’s gonna die. Who does Manburg have, Dream? We have Techno, and everybody else. It'll be fine. Nobody's gonna die."
“Okay,” Wilbur finally breathed out. “Yeah. It’ll be fine.”
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On the eve of November 16th, two brothers have a talk. It feels too much like goodbye.
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A Cat a Day Keeps the Creepers Away by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
25 Dec 2021
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Creepers fear cats, keeping a minimum distance of six blocks away at all times. Even when pursuing a player, if said player has a tamed cat by their side, they will not approach, nor begin detonation. Cats are thus a valuable companion for any potential explorer who may not be able to handle these living bombs in close-range combat. Any player fearing a creeper's explosions is advised to always keep a cat nearby.
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Wilbur is in sore need of a cat, even if he doesn't quite realize it yet.
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Do Not Stand by my Grave (I am Not There) by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
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17 Nov 2021
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“It’s been a year,” Wilbur said, barely a murmur. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and rested his head on them, staring out at the remnants of his country laying ahead, bathed in the morning sun's light. Eret nodded solemnly next to him.
“It has.”
“A year since I destroyed it. A year since,” he swallowed, suddenly struggling to speak, “I died."
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On the anniversary of L'Manburg's second destruction, two traitors have a talk.
Or, Wilbur never got a grave, did he.Series
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A Thousand Words for Every Chord I Could Ever Begin by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
Fandom: Dream SMP
25 Dec 2021
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A collection of my not-major-AU Revivedbur fics! These don't necessarily exist within the same continuity, and some are canon-divergent due to the time they were written.
Previously known as Canon-Inspired Revivedbur; I decided I wanted a more poetic title. This one's from Rounds by The Oh Hellos and the full line is:
Be the sun as my witness,
Better prophets could pen
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Creepers, Phantoms, and Other Things that Fear Cats by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
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25 Dec 2021
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"Tubbo?” he kneels down again, not that Tubbo seems to care. He’s hardly even moved. He’s not even talking anymore, just breathing a bit - strange. Deep gasps, like his lungs have been punched in.
It reminds him of sunny October, peering into a concrete box, watching in horror as a firework embeds itself in Tubbo's -
It reminds him of when one of them - Tommy, more often than not, if he’s honest - would jolt themselves awake from nightmares after winning L’Manberg’s independence, phantom blades still seeking blood as they slept, and Wilbur would be tasked with calming them down.
He was never any good at it.
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Las Nevadas is in lockdown after Dream's escape from Pandora's Vault, and Wilbur finds himself hiding out in lockdown with Tubbo and Michael. But something is wrong with Tubbo - and Wilbur won't stop until he can unpick what it is. (To help, of course. But bad experiences can get in the way of good intentions.)
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31 Dec 2022
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"Tommy, are you fucking stupid?"
"No I'm not! It was just the only one I could find!"
The Christmas tree looked pathetic, if you could even call it that. It was less of a tree and more of a bush, made up of a few twigs and small, spikey ferns. It was maybe the length of Tommy's legs, or a bit shorter. Tommy didn’t want to think of it that way, but the fact of the matter was simple: the tree was shit.
Or, cclingy decorate cwilbur's house for Christmas.
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27 Nov 2022
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The real world is fragile in a way that makes Wilbur Soot want to lay down in a dark room and never have to participate in society ever again. Things like capitalism, injustice, and the separation of Pangea aren’t quite as mind-numbingly terrifying, oddly enough, because he knows he can’t fix those things. They’re scary, but the only thing scarier than not having control is knowing you do. At the end of the day, the things that rot away his insides and take hold inside of him are his father’s disappointment, the fact that he hasn’t seen his best friend in over a year, and his little brother’s hero worship that has begun to feel like suffocation.
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09 Nov 2022
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It was Christmas Eve, fucking freezing, and Wilbur had no idea what to get Tommy for Christmas.
Or, Wilbur isn't as bad of a gift giver as he thinks.
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Bookmarked by ace_enderchest (TheoreticallyAnAuthor)
11 Oct 2022
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Tommy wasn’t ashamed of the state of his house. No, that’s not how big men feel about their living spaces. He was proud of the way his house was. It was better than normal, it was fine, Wilbur was just making a big deal out of nothing. Really, he was just looking at his feet because his shoes were extra cool. He wasn’t upset with himself, or anything like that. It was fine, really.
Or, Tommy and Wilbur do laundry together.
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10 Oct 2022