Umm... Its a ship :3 and with some Spoke and Mapicc hehhehehehhehehe And some of the things like they having superpower is not my idea. Sad story? About Imperial duo "I... trusted you... Flame..." Wemmbu voice crack, lace with betray of who someone he trusted the most.

Is a ship no likely then don't read it :] Cringe in my opinion, Mistakes and stuff Enjoy 👍

THIS IS A SHIP SO IF YOU DONT LIKE THEM AS A SHIP THEN GO AWAY. this is also my AU so yeah. And it's only on mature bc of the violence and cursing :) _______________________________________________ Then some man with purple hair and a purple hue to his skin. I just stared at him. THIS IS WEMMBU?! Is all I thought as I stared at him. _______________________________________________ Cover art is mine don't steal PLZZZ!! In a world with demonic demons and heavenly angels, people have given demons a rough life, forcing them into hiding. While angels are praised by the humans and other hybrids, demons are criticized and slandered about their demonic tendencies. Or... In a world where demons have to hide their true selves, 2 demons fell for each other. Enjoy this story of the difficult things they go through and watch them fall deeper into the pit of love.

Can two beings go from enemy's to besties? Cover art is mine don't steal!!!

I didn't mean to let him die. I thought rivalry could survive anything-that fire could burn without taking something with it. The Law fell, the world kept moving, and Flamefrags was left standing with power in his hands and nothing in his chest but heat. Wemmbu lingers anyway. In the silence. In the anger. In every victory that feels like a loss. This is a story about what refuses to end-about denial dressed as strength, about grief the fire will not name, and about a ghost who was never meant to fade.

the fight with the law is finish... both him and Flame have defeated the 1000 players LettuceK brought and at some point Wemmbu have enjoyed fighting alongside FlameFrags. but the fight also have cause a toll in his mental and physical well being... As he look at the aftermath of the battle, he can feel it. he heared a potion breaking behind him... Really. He knew Flame will not stop until he gave him a rematch...but something told him. In his gut. his psyche. in his subconsciousness that he have to rest. that he need to take a breather. he have been seeing flashes he doesn't recognize and Wemmbu knew his mind didn't like it. pushing it down harder. But the control of that unknown part he didn't want to acknowledge is starting to crack and it is only a matter of time for that control to shatter. and something in him tell him that he wouldn't like it one bit. or what if Wemmbu's memories of some distant past started to surface and come crawling and opening wounds that causes his mind to lock those in the surface. author's note: this is only a fanfic and isn't a cannon event, though bits and pieces are. the ship on this story is FlameFrags x Wemmbu. this is my shipping only and isn't true on the actual lore of the Unstable smp. i hope all of you like it. This story was initially supposed to be posted in 'Archive of our own' but since i don't have an account there. i opted to post it here. ps: there are little story in here that is FlameFrags x Wemmbu centic so i made my own. Also! This is a completed book.

Just a flamebu fic

This is my first fic!! I'm not good with writing slow burns but I'll try :D This is a Wemmbu x Flame story, If you dislike that don't read it.. Thank you to everyone who inspired me to write a story!

Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next?