it’s been a few months after wilbur and you were brought back to life by Dream after being murdered in the great explosion of l’manburg.

the two of you were lovers from the very beginning. when he became the president, you were the first lady; when he got exiled, you ran away with him; when he planned on blowing up l’manburg, you helped him achieve his goal.

tonight, you’re sitting on a rooftop of a tall building near l’manburg, looking down at the ruins of what once was a great nation, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a familiar voice speaking into your ear.

“hello there, my darling.” wilbur whispered, his lips almost brushing against your earlobe as he pulls you into his chest. his voice was deep and raspy but you could hear the teasing smirk in his tone.