Writing Randomness (Headcanons, AUs, One-shots, etc)

{Those Days We Knew} - One-Shot and AU

Ig this is like, a real life x fantasy AU?

Oh, and it's slightly inspired by Passerine :3

And now that I realize it, to any Marvel fans here, this kinda has some Captain America vibes.

Oh, and it also has some Wonder Woman vibes for all my DC fans hidden in the shadows. Come out come out wherever you are...

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"Wil."

"Yes?"

"Tell us a story."

"Tommy-"

"You know, I'd like to hear one as well."

Wilbur sighed at the two children sitting across the campfire from him. "But I don't know an-"

"That is a lie and you know it," came a voice from behind Wil, Technoblade approaching with s'more materials and a few bottles of beer. Tommy and Tubbo jumped on him, not paying attention to the open flames by their legs.

Wil laughed, half watching them, half wondering about the few missing from the bonfire. He took the bottle that the pink-haired man handed to him. "Techno? Where are the others?"

"Sally's puttin' Fundy to sleep, and Eret's helping." Eret was Fundy's godparent.

"Anyways, story?" Tommy prodded, bringing Wil's attention back to the present.

"Oo, how about a war story?"

"Hah, those are more Techno's specialty-"

"Which I am not telling tonight," Techno droned, leaning back with a bottle of beer in his hands.

"So, you're stuck with my "boring fantasies" tonight." Wilbur used air quotes as he spoke.

Tommy sighed, eyes rolling as he turned his stick in the fire, the marshmallow on the end crisping slightly. "F*ckin' hell," he murmured, though he didn't mean it.

Tubbo grabbed a spare chocolate bar, breaking off more squares than necessary. He shoved them into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with mischief as the orange glow of the fire flickered across his scarred face. How he got the scars he never told, but rumours say that his face was burnt by firecrackers at a Fourth of July festival.

"Which one shall I tell, hm? The story of a ghost who tried to help everyone be happy? Or, the tale of a mother's son who was killed at a banquet? Or even two friends getting into war over what kind of dirt was better!"

"We all know that last one is absurd, Wilbur," Techno said, crossing his legs. "How about the story of a pig who slew his foes with only a pickaxe. That one's totally believable."

"Shut it will you, Techno?" Wil remarked, the humour stark in his voice. He thought quietly for a few moments before continuing. "I know of a story. Now whether it's fact or fiction I shall leave up to you all, but I believe in it."

"Oh c'mon, do tell," Tubbo chimed, leaning his head on Tommy's shoulder. The younger of the two cursing his height and continued to roast his marshmallow.

"And funnily enough, this is a war story." Wilbur gave Techno a side glance. "So you get the best of both worlds." Techno nodded silently.

And Wilbur began.

"They called him a god. A mere myth, a legend. They say he fought for good, others say evil. He treated everyone with kindness and justice, no matter where they stood to him. Some say that he could shape shift into giant birds of prey and attack enemy lines in a split second. Some say he was a simple man who lived alone in the mountains. Legends tells of him having great feathered onyx wings sprouting from his back."