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me and my husband, we’re doing better by squishmellosandfanfics
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
07 Jun 2026
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Wemmbu loves Mane, and Mane loves Wemmbu.
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- Part 4 of mello's unstable multiverse
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"do not enter is written on the door way, why can't everyone just go away.. except you!" by orphan_account
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
21 Mar 2026
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Very domestic
Gruff mane meets wemmbu and cares for onece
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Trouble in Two Sizes by Ult1mately
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series), Lifesteal SMP
19 May 2026
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Mane and Flame barely remembered their parents. Their childhood was shaped by nannies, empty rooms, and each other. The one bright spot was Miss Squiddo, their kind babysitter who made their big house feel a little less lonely.
When Miss Squiddo suddenly had an emergency, she sends a replacement for two weeks. Her college friend, Wemmbu.
They say your first adult crush tells you everything you need to know about your type when you grow up. For Mane and Flame, that saying never lied. Wemmbu made it easy without trying, all soft edges and quiet attention, the kind of presence that stayed with you long after he left.
Years later, both brothers are grown. Neither of them has truly moved on.
And Wemmbu? He has no idea what he walked into when he came back into their lives.
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Little Mane and Flame had a crush on their babysitter, Wemmbu. Now that they’re older, it’s time to attack!
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- Part 6 of Ult1mately’s Unstable/Lifesteal Fics
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“I came here to train, bro. Not to watch you sleep all day like a goddamn housecat.”
Manepear shook his head. “Wemmbu, Wemmbu, Wemmbu. You just don't get it, bro. This”—he patted the pillow next to his—“is literally part of your training.”
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One night, Oda Sakunosuke is taking out the trash and runs into a sickly old acquaintance, standing there like a statue next to a closed pharmacy - after 10pm on an ordinary Wednesday.
Years ago, staying quiet with Fyodor was almost as satisfying as listening to a beautiful song, with eyes and mind lost elsewhere.
Now, even conversations felt difficult.
It was incredible how some people can be wiped from your life like chalk on a blackboard, while others remain etched like scars.
Healed. Faded.
But present.