A/N: Sorry for this really really late update! I've been really uninspired recently, ngl. Anyways! Hope you enjoy!
Wilbur's POV:
"Hey Wilbur, how much would it cost to commission 20 portraits of Dream? Asking for a friend."
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"Techno. We're not covering the north corridor with paintings of your fiancé." I deadpanned, turning to my brother. "And I don't think an entire wall of just his face is what he wants to wake up to everyday."
At those words, Techno's brows furrowed deeply, clearly annoyed. "Have you seen him without a mask? I wouldn't mind wakin' up to THAT face everyday."
Of course you wouldn't.
Techno and I have been talking all afternoon about the final preparations before the wedding, which was in 5 days time. Bad had already opted out earlier because he was 'not going to deal with the picky muffin.'
So here I am, the CROWN PRINCE of Youtubia. Forced to wrangle down his snarky, very mean brother.
"Cmonnn Wilbur!" Techno began arguing, legs crossed haughtily, "Think of the aesthetic!"
"20 paintings of your fiancé is not an aesthetic!!!"
Now huffing, I flashed a glare, to which he ignored completely, perhaps on purpose. Then, a brief glint of inspiration flashed in his eye.
"Okay, fine. What about fi-"
"No, 15 portraits is not better!!" I interrupted, before he could finish.
When did my brother become such a... SIMP?!
Scowling, Techno deflated into his seat again, turning away with a 'hmph.' He looked like a pouty, sulking child. It was the same expression Tommy had when Tubbo accidentally ignored his letters. Or when Eret would betray him in the war games we used to play. It was almost... endearing.
"Look, Blade. We can figure out the decorations later, okay? Let's just have something to eat. What are you feeling?" I asked, voice still exasperated. Techno's eyes darted upward, a smug grin pulling to his face.
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Oh no. Don't say it...
"Potatoes."
God dammit.
I'm lucky I meditated before this, because that self-control was all that held me back from smacking the shit out of him right now.
"Okay, little brother. How do you want it done?" I asked, voice sickly sweet. Remind me to give Bad a raise after this...
"Cooked."
"MOTHER FUCK- YOU LISTEN TO ME NOW, TECHN-"
Suddenly, before I could finish my words, a sudden "CRASH!" erupted from beside me, the sound of smashing glass.
There, Tommy was, fallen right atop his face, clearly panicky.
"A Craftian carriage is here! They say it's urgent!"
George's POV:
"Hello Sapnap. I am sorry for what I said. Forgive me please. Thank you." I rehearsed, possibly for the 100th time today. The reflection of my face stared back with solemnity and dullness.
That was okay, right?
Turning to Bad, I gave a look for confirmation. Only, he was already making a face, clearly trying to be polite.
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𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)
Fanfiction5 years ago, Prince Technoblade declared that he'd only marry the person who could defeat him in a duel. For years, all has failed, one after another. Until one day a foreigner by the name of "Dream," arrives. CURSING WARNING! #1 Dreamnoblade 8/5/2...
