Gifts & Loyalty
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The Last Centurion by FractalFiction for Lightfern
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
26 Jun 2022
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Summary
This was the day he died. Such a shame, really. He closed his eyes once more, prepared for his ending.
The arrow fired and- Nothing? Tommy blinked his eyes open, eyes crossed as he looked at the arrowhead floating above him.
No, not floating… someone caught it? The soldiers seemed just as confused as they stared at the man who caught the arrow.
Tommy’s gaze shifted upwards. The man who saved his life was absurdly tall, nearly a giant. He had a very soft looking face. The side of it nearly covered in dark brown curl locks that cascaded down it in miniature spirals.
The man held a knowing smile, like he knew he held presence here. That he held everyone’s breath (not just that arrow) between his fingers. He could squeeze, and they’d all choke.
Then he spoke and his voice was like thick honey. So sweet and gooey, making Tommy feel completely stuck. Like he had to hang onto every single syllable.
Or, god Wilbur decides Tommy is his brother. Tommy agrees. Other gods are quite jealous of Wilbur's powers and take this as the perfect opportunity to strike
or or, a fic in which Tommy takes care of Wilbur
If any CC state they are uncomfortable with this kind of fic, I will take it down
Series
- Part 22 of Fractal’s One Shots
- Part 1 of Gifts & Loyalty
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Wilbur was cold. He was cold and he was confused. It was so dark. It was scary.
So very scary.
Where was he? Why was it so dark?
The darkness closed in on him, suffocating him slowly as he flailed.
He needed to get out. He needed to get out.
He clawed and kicked at the darkness before him that was wrapping him up in a cocoon.
His nails dug into the darkness, ripping it apart.
He gasped in the stale air as the darkness fell away.
It was still dark.
But… but less. Instead, it felt like the world had been drained of color. Everything painted a dark, almost blue shade of grey.
It was so cold. The cocoon still sat at his sides, caging him in.
But he could see the red lights that awaited him. Could they provide him warmth?
or, Wilbur's time spent in limbo in more gruesome detail. This is part to of my fic "The Last Centurion" and is not based off the canon.
If any CC states they are uncomfortable with this kind of fic, I will take it down!
For anyone who wants to read it, I have a message at the end about Techno and my plans for the future. You can skip to the end notes if you do not want to read the fic. Thank you.
Series
- Part 2 of Gifts & Loyalty