Rhymester || Wilbur x Reader

Chapter 1

Street showdown

As the afternoon sun shined upon the small village of Westwood Hills, the village was busy building new houses as Evokers and Illagers wanted to settle in. Villagers chopped down trees as Evokers loaded them onto wagons and the horses raced back to the humble village.

"Howdy Mayor! Quite a busy day today! Mind helping out with the building? We are almost done this house."

I saw the middle aged builder of our village Kane, he asked as he was hammering nails into the top of the roof. I smiled in response and climbed up the ladder and holding the boards in place.

"The sun just wants to cook us alive doesn't it?"

I say as I look around at the almost finished houses.

"Yup! But soon we will finish, and the new residents can move in! Our village is ever growing."

I chuckled in response as we lay the last few boards on top of the soon to be finished roof. After a few hammer strikes later the house was complete with the other builders sliding off the roofs of the finished houses. With a moment of pride and feeling of accomplishment getting cut short because of some commotion down the street.

"Though I must say, I'm pretty good with rhymes so I can be here all day."

The traveler who seemed like a poet, fixed his glasses that where slipping from his nose. Standing tall compared to the surrounding villagers, standing in the middle of a busy street with a blue sheep beside him.

"I heard evokers can cast spells that turn sheep red!"

He said as if insulted.

"A evoker turned friend RED!!! RED!! FRIEND DOESN'T LIKE RED!!"

The brunette feel to his knees dramatically while holding on to his blue sheep.

"May I interrupt you, poet. This isn't a place where you should make a fool of yourself. Mostly because there are Evokers and Illagers that have come to our village."

Stepping up to the seemingly weary and tired traveler.

"Oh, I don't think so my newly acquired friend, if this were an act it wouldn't be the end! Just a weary poet traveling far, looking for somewhere to relax like a bar."

I can already see the flames in the Illagers' eyes, the evokers' unpleased looks.

"If you're looking for an inn, I'll take you to a cheap one where the walls are thin."

I smirk as he dusts himself off.

"You're quite a joker I see, let's see who can rhyme the best and the winner gets their meal free."

"I'm simply a mayor in my town, but I still pay since I'm not a princess in a gown."

"Who said I won't pay? I may look broke but I am not a stray."

"Nice choice for words for a slug, count your grave already dug."

"My, my, not sure I can top that, I'm looking for land maybe something more flat? Think you can do that for me?"