Quackity hated Wilbur with his entire being, he just couldn't stand his cocky behavior and the way he acted around him. Wilbur on the other hand wanted to get to know the smaller boy better, which was difficult as he couldn't control his bloodlust and it was dangerous for other people to be around him. But when on one day, the brunette accidentally revealed what he really is, their relationship took a sudden turn. Will it be possible for the vampire to control himself and overcome his instincts and desires or will he even hurt the person that means the world to him? ▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱ ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ ⇒blood ⇒murder ⇒language ⇒violence ⇒vampire ⇒smut ⇒biting ⇒torture ⇒wounds/scars This is a vampire au of c!Wilbur and c!Quackity. I am not shipping the real people!

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

(ORIGINAL) Wilbur was dead, simple as that. It was a bit lonely, being in that train station, but it wasn't terrible. Then the impossible happened, he woke up. It wasn't real. How could it not be real? How could all of the things he had experienced not be real? L'Manburg, Pogtopia, everything... (ART NOT MINE!!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO @weepingalaxy ON TUMBLR)

(EDITED) Wilbur was dead, simple as that. It was a bit lonely, being in that train station, but it wasn't terrible. Then the impossible happened, he woke up. It wasn't real. How could it not be real? How could all of the things he had experienced not be real? L'Manburg, Pogtopia, everything... (ART NOT MINE!!!! ALL CREDIT GOES TO @schlippyaxe ON TUMBLR)

The ground was soft as Wilbur lay there. He opened his eyes and looked around, he was in the middle of nowhere. He felt disoriented as the wind brushed past his cheek. It took him a second to adjust but the realisation hit him almost immediately. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? ----- This story's 'Chapters' are more like scenes so don't ask why they're so short. Also there's slight cussing and probably a lot of blood. The Fanart is NOT mine. Wip (Work In Progress) First fic :)

c!wilbur x fem!reader The girl walked the oak path like she had everyday, though today was different- there stood a man. The man who would change her life. Together they create many amazing things, though all good things must come to an end eventually. "till forever fall apart." ! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘!𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝙘𝙘!𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙧 ! everything in this is based on rp, and not about real wilbur.