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Life as a President (xFem!reader)

A crowd of hope-filled people.

A microphone inches away.

Heavy breathing.

An explosion.

Tears.

One deep breath at a time, holding back the tears.

Two taps on the microphone.

"Hi, guys!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Take a deep breath. In and out. In. And. Out.

"Today has been a rough day for all of us. Our homes have been destroyed, pets and people alike have died. The only question left is: Is the war really over?"

Deep breath.

"The ones who hurt our land are gone. As a country, we will move past this, but as your President. I will strive to bring down those who have hurt us. This county has suffered so much over the years, and I will promise you that I will try my hardest to bring peace to this country."

Deep Breath.

"L'Manburg was created to give peace to those who seek it, and this peace will always be the goal, for both the present and the future."

The crowd roared in cheers.

I looked towards my friends, I was now in charge of their lives now. I can not let them down. I promised.

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I had given the country a day to rest after the war, this left me time to inspect the explosion.

Deep Breath.

I approached the rubble slowly, taking in the scent of cut stone and ore dust.

As I grew nearer to the middle, a body lay.

Wilbur.

Soot.

My brother.

My brother laid dead on the colourless rubble.

Dead.

Dead from... My Father.

Deep Breath.

I sat on the cold rubble next to the boy, closing his eyes.

Deep Breath.

My eyes flashed back to the day prior to the explosion.

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"Y/n?" Wilbur said slightly opening the wooden slab that blocked off my little cave from the outside ravine, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah!" I said shifting my chair to face more towards the opening.

Wilbur walked inside closing the wooden slab behind him, leaving a single lantern lighting the dark cave. The room was given to me the moment Wilbur and Tommy got kicked out of L'Manburg, Will wanted to keep me safe from schlatt and the other traitors; the room held a rustic red bed in the corner, while on the other side sat a desk. It wasn't much, but it was enough.