Dante y Wirt siempre han peleado, ha sido así desde que eran niños, se insultan hasta decirse cosas que no quieren, sin embargo ninguno cede, nunca lo han hecho. Mientras los días pasan más estrés se junta y se guarda. Sería fácil si solo Jason Funderberker no lo hiciera enojar y si Wirt no se fuera con él dando a entender que han vuelto a ser novios.

Wirt hasn't been able to sleep at night since the Halloween incident. He's hearing voices beckoning him back to place where he swore he'd never return. Will he succumb to the urge, or will he make it out with his sanity? (This is a one shot based on the song "Into The Unknown" from Frozen 2)

I got inspired to write an OTGW poem, which may become more than one poem in the future

After The Unknown, The Brothers carry on with their lives while the Caretakers that came before live out their own lives in the time-worn memories of Wirt. Part of the Found Souls series. Reading the first one is recommended to understand. Cover image is not mine, taken from the show proper.

Wirt dijo muchas cosas, palabras hirientes. Greg ahora está en peligro en lo desconocido y Wirt se arrepiente de ser el culpable de que su hermano vague solo por los caminos del bosque.

The valley of the shadow of death stretches from boofoo Afghanistan to smalltown USA, and washed-out Air Force veteran Beatrice Lynch is dead set on being the meanest motherfucker in the valley.

This is Chapter 10 is the series. Wirt is wandering the woods in search for his brother, Gregory, who sacrificed himself in order to save his older brother. Beatrice, a talking blue bird who had been a part of the brothers' journey was caught in the blizzard and was fortunately reunited with Wirt, after being separated. They find Greg, but this story takes an unexpected ending.

We hear about shooting stars and how they don't come around very often. We also know how late at night people make wishes on them when someone is lucky enough to spot one... but when an angel falls from Heaven like a shooting star, can you still make a wish on them?

Todo fue aquella noche invernal. Su hermano se moría. No había más opción. Un sacrificio a cambio de una vida. Había sido esa... ¿la peor decisión?

Sometimes, Wirt feels like he takes one step forward, two steps back. It's hard when everybody is still so afraid. Part of The Pilgrim's Progress.

Wirt and Beatrice celebrate the winter solstice. Then things go wrong. Part of The Pilgrim's Progress.

Somehow, Wirt can't feel grateful for things after experiencing the trauma of the unknown. That makes Thanksgiving a little harder since he knows he has plenty to be thankful for, but there's so much more that still haunts him that get in the way of gratitude. Belated Thanksgiving story

Greg makes Thanksgiving dinner for his brother the magic tree person. (Thankfully, this stuff is only a biohazard to humans.) Part of The Pilgrim's Progress.

On Halloween night, Wirt visits the family he had to leave behind. Part 12 of The Pilgrim's Progress.

Wirt and Sara are the proud parents of two beautiful little girls, who are growing up far too fast and don't want to trick-or-treat with dad anymore. Wirt's just not too keen on his girls being alone on the spookiest night of the year. Last day of the 7 days of Halloween challenge! Happy Halloween!

Five years later, while reflecting upon a most extraordinary Halloween night, Wirt visits the location were he stumbled into The Unknown.

Greg tries to help Wirt write a poem. Drabble for the Writer's Month prompt "Poetry."

A story about loss, strength and love. Wirt deals with the greif over his brother until he realizes that Greg isn't really gone. More chapters to come! Give some feedback, I want to make this story as amazing as possible! Enjoy :)

Come, wayward souls, who wander through the darkness. There is a light for the lost and the meek

Wirt and Greg are recovering from their trip to the Unknown. Surprisingly, Wirt begins to long to go back to the Unknown. Life is going fine until things begin to happen to Wirt. Like glowing eyes. Ha that was a bad summary. This is my first fanfic. I don't own anything. I don't know which genre so it's going to be general. Rated T for possible blood.

Long ago in the Unknown, there lived a king and a queen. So the story goes, through tale and tale again, spread widely in the years passed by. History beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall over the rooftops and mountains, over the blackened ravine, and softly it calls by a palace in a dream, over the garden wall.

A fic detailing a better life for Wirt and Greg both, as Wirt accepts his role as the latest in a line of power and memories passed down over billions of years, as well as guardianship of the Unknown. As he changes and his powers develop, he continues to protect his brother, even when life has other plans and heartache in store. THE IMAGE IS NOT MINE: belongs to respective owner

Someone Really Liked 'The Squirrel' so a wrote a short oneshot for him :) Most of the characters are not mine. Those who come from the series proper, including the cover image, do not belong to me.

Wirt is tired of people fearing him and tries to improve 'the Pilgrim's' reputation. Results are mixed. Part of The Pilgrim's Progress.

what if Wirt took up on the beast offer to put Greg's soul in the lantern, but what if his soul isn't really in the lantern. Watch as Wirt travels through the unknown trying to get Greg home. He is accompanied by Beatrice. Meanwhile Greg makes it out of the unknown by himself and learns to accept that Wirt was left in the unknown. not a Wirt/beast. not a beastwirt.