Wilbur Soot x Reader Oneshots :]

★ world's end. </3 :D

tw // death, intrusive thoughts

alivebur, angst, romantic

they/them

songfic because i like em heheheh

song:
i don't want to watch the world end with someone else by clinton kane <3

bold italic = lyrics
italic = flashback
normal = present

reader pov

And empty streets now
Where we used to love our hearts out

As they strayed away from L'manberg, which they finally won over, Y/N's eyes traced over where Wilbur was last standing on the podium.

And now I'm dancing all alone
Scared to go out on my own

'I boarded my home, paranoid of anyone who knew me coming to look for me. I didn't need their sick yelling today. I place the guitar on my lap, this guitar which held so many memories, named Simone, plucking the strings.'

A familiar thought reflected back on the day.

This calming feeling faded into anxious breathing
In the places we were happy once

They go through the empty streets of L'manberg, the citizens celebrating their victory at the main podium.

Their breath sharply inhaled and exhaled, as Y/N reached the final control room, their love standing there.

It's stuck inside but never home

'I still remember... everything.'
Thoughts haze their mind even more as they tried to block it out with their folded pillow.

And if I lose it all in the blink of an eye
Like a fire burnin' out in the night

"Wilbur..." they mutter, tears clouding my vision as his body turns to me, "Don't... please."

"Y/N, the thing I built this nation isn't here anymore," he straightened his posture.

And my heart stops beating
But something's screaming

Hiss...

"WILBUR, NO!"

And I, wish we didn't say goodbye

"Y/N? Y/N, where-" he rummages through the rubble, his head searching for any sign of their life still being intact.
"Wil..." the owner of the name turns his head to the sound.

'Cause we're just standing still

He froze at the sight of them, the explosion had almost ripped them apart, but had completely diminished any hope of survival from Y/N.

And I don't really know what tomorrow holds

"Y-Y/N..." he mumbles, placing the dying person onto his lap, "No- no no, please, this can't be happening, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

But I've, I've finally realised

"Hey, hey, look at me," with their last remaining strength, Y/N pulls Wilbur's face towards theirs.

If this is our last goodbye until we're gone

"My dove... My love... My hero... My little love song..."

Who cares about the wrongs we've 'caused ourselves

"I forgive you..."
Then... eternal sleep.