𝕡 𝕠 𝕘 𝕥 𝕠 𝕡 𝕚 𝕒 | ᴍᴄʏᴛ/ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴍᴘ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs | ᴍᴀʟᴇ/ᴇɴʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🌪i love you - wilbur soot🌪

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'Y/N, stand down!' he yelled. 'It's not worth it!'
You shook your head, stepping up onto the platform 'JSchitt' that he stood upon. Your eyes held a glimmer of mischief as you pressed a finger to his chest.
'Fuck. You.' you grunted, leaning up and pulling on his brown goat horns. 'YOU JUST SLAUGHTERED TUBBO! ISN'T HE YOUR FUCKING SON?!'

JSchitt's eyebrows furrowed. 'Get away from me, you're fucking mental!'
Wil pulled you off the platform and ran behind the dirt barricade as JSchitt took out his battered bow and began to shoot.
A sharp pain shot through your body and you would have fell if not for the hand grasping yours.
'W-WILBUR!' you screamed out in pain. 'WIL IT- IT HURTS!'

His face contorted into one of concern and searched your body for the wound. 'Y-Y/N tell me where it hurts.'
You tried a feeble attempt to point at your shin worked and soon Wilburs rough hands had pushed down on your wound. 'Y/N you can make it through this. I-I'll... I don't know but you'll survive!'

'Wil.. it's too late for me. Run, don't look back. save yourself!' you pleaded, pushing him off you. 'I won't let you die because of me!'

He stared at you in disbelief, not moving an inch. 'Y/N. Stop.'
You shook your head at him and tried to back away. 'Leave me. Please. They're going to kill you.'

'I- I'll carry you back to the base.'
'Don't be stupid, that'll kill us both.'
'I CAN'T JUST LEAVE YOU!'
'Wil. Wilbur. Wilbur Soot. Look at me. I won't have any hard feelings if you leave. You need to survive this.'

He shook his head, burying his head in your collarbone.
'Oh look at the loverbirds.' the shitty American voice boomed behind you. 'Wilbur, stand up. Don't be weak.'

He shook his head, pulling you closer to him. 'I'm not leaving them, Schlatt. Just let us go.'
'Oh but 'Wil', I'm going to need something first. So stand up.'

He reluctantly agreed, letting go of you, allowing the chill of the soft breesze to take over your body. 'W-Wil..' you whined, reaching for him.

You could faintly hear him and Schlatt talking over the deafening ringing sound in your ears. It was only when a loud 'shink' of a sword being pulled out that you began to worry.

'W-Wilbur? What's going on?!' you cried as he knelt over you, sword in hand. 'WILBUR WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!'

'I'm so sorry, Y/N.' he whispered, pushing the blade into your chest. 'i love you.'

a/n

hello there! it's my first time writing proper angst so it's a lil short

did you like it? if you have any constructive criticism don't be afraid to comment!

okay, i'll leave you to it. bye guys, gals and non binary pals!

✨edited✨