Georgebur Onshots

🍰Back for you, Love🥀

🥀=Angst🍰=fluff🍵=Toxic⚔️=Medieval Times💍=Marriage📕=Highschool AU🎭=Acting AU🎠=Disney Movie🏴‍☠️=Pirate AU

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"Phil kill me, they all are waiting for you!" Wilbur shouted as the crowd of fear as the country was blown up, while looking back at the destruction. "I can't..you're my son!" Philza argued with him, but the insane male knew one person didn't want him dead. But he had to go anyway. "Please, tell him what happened to me." Wilbur asked as his father knew exactly who. "He'll be heartbroken and hurt Wil, death isn't the answer." His father tried to reason with as his wings were burned at the ends from the TNT.

"George will understand."

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George had gone weeks without knowing where Wilbur was or what happened to him. Nobody would tell him and Tommy would just shut down along with Philza. "Does he not love me anymore?" George tried to save himself from the deep thought, but his manipulative friend just dug him deeper. "George, it's hard to accept the truth. Maybe he ran away because he realized he never wanted to be with you. It's harsh, but the truth hurts." Dream's words echoed and repeated looping over and over. Taunting him. The rest made sure to keep Ghostbur away, but the curious ghost always was. He kept his distance as he observed the brunette male, who was lost for the one he loved.

"Please Tommy, you need to tell me. Where did he go, why did he leave me, what did I do?!" George cried out to the teenager as Tommy and Tubbo watched him breakdown in sympathy. "George...it's complicated." Was all Tommy said boiling anger in George. "You all say that! What the hell did I do!?" George was tired and miserable; he stayed up every night searching for answers until he passed out for sleep. He was restless to find Wilbur who had no answers, and everyone was hiding something from him.

George was lost, and lonely. Ghostbur watched in sadness, he could feel that burning emotion George has in him. Somehow he was connected to George's feeling as the true person inside of him was longing to hold his hand once again.

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George couldn't take it....anymore.

He had snapped. "I hate every single one of you! You won't tell me where Wilbur is and I'm really on the urge to break down right damn now." His British accent became more harsh with everyone and sped up his insults. It was the only way to let his anger out on them. He wanted them all to feel guilt for not telling where his loved one was. "I'm sorry George, just understand where we're coming from."

"No! I won't because you won't tell me! Why would Wilbur magically disappear and leave me without telling me? He told one of you or all and you won't damn tell me." George's voice went more dim as tears broke the atmosphere. "Did he leave me? Does he not feel the same anymore?" George slipped down hugging himself as Philza tried comforting, but his hand got slapped away. "Leave me be. I don't want to see any of you ever." George assumed the silence was his answer but it still didn't make any sense to him.

Ghostbur watched the conversation go down as he gripped the leash of his friend the blue sheep. While his emotion of upsetting feelings was absorbed from the blue he held it in his palm. He's seen the ways George has acted while he's alone. Crying into his pillow, letting himself pass out from the tears, the headaches he's had from crying, and throwing up from all the pain. Ghostbur could feel Alivebur burn with hatred and anger while watching his George suffer.

Ghostbur didn't remember George, not that he was a bad thing. But it's the thing Wilbur didn't want his ghost to know about. Mysterious, yes. The pale blue ghost knew what the brunette mushroom male was going to do next. He was going to look all night for Wilbur in the deepest darkest parts of the smp. He was so determined to find the one he loved most. Yet he never realized Wilbur was dead.

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It had been months since everything had happened. L'manberg is gone. Dream gone. Wilbur is still unknown. George was able to feel numb towards the thought of Wilbur. He gave up not long after L'manberg was gone, and never bothered to help with taking Dream to prison. He was so alone at that point of life, everything he loved and was passionate for. Gone. His body was tired, he was tired. The world felt tired of him.

"I'm alone Wil...and I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough for you." George apologized as he spoke to the L'manberg memorial. Still the male never knew that Wilbur was dead, but that he ran away from everything and his troubles. He sat as if he were praying to the L'manberg memorial as he folded his hands, closing his eyes. Feeling the deep pain he was still in. "George?" That voice. That voice he waited so long for.

"Wilbur?" George looked up as he saw not his old Wil back at Pogtopia, someone new. Reformed and back. White streak in his hair, a new outfit and his eye color. The sweet chocolate brown, transformed to a red revenge of anger. "George, holy shit. It's been so many years Gogy." He stated as the other was confused, it hasn't been years? "What do you mean? It's only been a few months, nobody told me where you went. I've been waiting and thinking you left me. Why did you go!?" George wanted an explanation.

"George, I've been dead. Did Philza and the other's never tell you?!" George then connected the dots. He was gone, dead since Pogtopia. Philza, and Tommy griefing. The blue dye smudges he'd see. "I've been d-dead...and I never knew." George stuttered finding it all out. Wilbur could see all the overwhelming feelings of sadness at itself, he opened up his arms for George to hug him once again. Which is what exactly happened. "Y-You've been gone for so long! Y-You we're d-dead, and I didn't know!" George shouted in a crying scream.

He felt so happy but so engulfed with pain. Alivebur had been dead for so long and George didn't know. It hurt knowing that everyone never told him, and he had to find the truth from his own revived lover. "Shhh, I'm here George. I'm never going back to Limbo. Calm down, Love." Wilbur hushed as George calmed down his cries and had a few hics when breathing. Wilbur leaned on the L'manberg memorial with George clinging to him, as George felt his eyes grow tired from the sleep.

"It's ok, you can rest peacefully now, Love." Wilbur tried his best to be romantic for his suffering loved one, with a mistful kiss on his lips from his beautiful sleeping face. He could hear the faint steps, then say people he despised. "W-Wil." Tommy stuttered as he carefully let George slide to the floor sleeping. "What the fuck is your problem? What are all of your problems!? Why the fuck did you not tell him!?" Wilbur whispered as trying not to raise his voice. "We couldn't break it to him, it didn't feel like our place." Tommy tried to use an excuse for their actions of not telling him.

"Do you know what I had to go through watching from Ghostbur's eyes!? George was fucking suffering and you knew it." The curly brunette shoved his asshole brother away from him, as he was ticked off at their actions. He wanted his revenge for George, his love. To make it up for all those miserable months.

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Both of the British males sitting near the giant Sakura in Kinoko kingdom. "Your kingdom is beautiful." Wilbur said, holding onto George's hand, yet again kissing his knuckles. "You keep saying that." George rolled his eyes as they kissed once more on the lips. "It feels so weird having you back after all these months." George repeated, he said it a lot when they were having a conversation or together.

"I'm as real as ever." Wilbur smiled, though his eyes read for revenge. George can tell when he's scheming, "Don't worry about me ok?" George blurted as the other scuffed with laughter erupting through George. "Yeah, whatever Lore man jr."

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