Y/N moved to L'manburg the DreamSMP lands at age 8 when her parents passed away in a war, only 12 years later she is faced with another war, taking her back to her childhood. Y/N gets taken, will she escape? Or will something more interesting make h...
~Schlatt POV~ I couldn't think, but I knew one thing, my crotch hurts.
That bitch
She may be hot, but she needs to learn some fucking manners. But I had bigger plans, I heard of a new country, and I had plans to take it over. Dream was going to be a problem, but I'm his brother, I mean he shouldn't really be that hard to break.
~Y/N POV~
At this point, the cottage was built, it was quite homey as well, the crackling of the fire heating the air surrounding my cold skin filled the room as the smoke drifted from the cobblestone chimney perched at the top of the house. My wet hair sat on my shoulders, dripping water down my back. Clay walking back into the room, just as soaking wet as I was. I rolled my eyes as he smirked at my shivering body. The creek water was beginning to become damp on my clothes instead of sopping wet. I thought back to Schlatt as my eyes drifted into the depths of the fire.
"you don't miss your brother?" Flashed through my mind. Brother? That makes no sense, wait. That means Clays dad took me to this awful place, after he left him here. This was planned, our meeting was planned. Maybe not our love, but we were supposed to have a war. My neck snapped back to Clay, figiting with the hem of his wet shirt.
"Clay?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"How come Schlatt said you were his brother?" I asked innocently, like I didn't already figure out what was happening.
"It was a long time ago, we used to be best friends, but when my parents left, they took him, and left me behind, and now he's back. I hate his guts, he got the easy way out, he got parents while I had to rule a country at the age of 8. And now he's back, and I hate him more. Because he wants you." He explained.
My expression softened, and I made my way to wrap my arms around his wet body.
"Well as long as I'm breathing, he'll never have me, he'll never be able to make me love him. Because I love you." I reassured him. My forehead was pressed against his while he smiled, holding my waist. We stood in silence, just holding each other.
"I think your father was the one who brought me to the SMP." I blurted out, causing him to look up at me, suprised.
"Yeah I just figured it out, but Schlatt and him had something planned, and I know I'm not going to like it, knowing them." I finished telling him.
"God, I hated my father, he was always so rough on me, never to Schlatt, just me. He would always hit me if I did anything wrong, I was so young, and he was so hard on me." Clay said, looking at the ground again.
"Let's not worry about it, okay? We can go back to L'manburg and see if everything is okay, then we can visit George, probably not Sapnap though." I said, giggling at the last bit.
"Yeah, I don't want him to get all touchy with you. I do miss George though." He said.
"Let's get ready and check up on everything, you've been gone for a while, and they still need a ruler." I said.
We broke apart, and headed to get ready.
(Rare outfit drawing)
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You are wearing this ^^ (yes I know this is like the ideal skinny body type but it's the only model I could find in a position I wanted:(( but yeah-)
The trip to L'manburg was taken in a comfortable silence, the black and yellow walls slowly rendering into our veiw. The craters of the past war scarred my mind as we walked through the place where my family died. I gulped as we walked past the butter wasteland. No one was here.
"Let's go to the SMP instead, no one's here." I said.
"I'm sorry, I never knew Sapnap and George would kill them, if I could've stopped them I would've, i- I just-" he stuttered through his words.
"It's okay, you couldn't have done anything." I reassured before giving him a peck on the cheek.
He smiled softly at my gesture.
"Wilbur, are you sure we should come back here? It looks dangerous." A distant and high pitched, but also soft voice said, before two figures appeared in the entrance of the walls. One was quite tall, compared to the other figure. I walked closer to them, and heard the voices clearer, I heard what sounded like, Wilbur?
"I told you Niki, all we need is some resources, there's no one here, it will be fine." The British man said. I made the shorter figure out to be a very pretty blonde woman, with brown eyes. And the other was a tall man, will a beenie and a trench coat, and the chocolate fluffy hair I used to know so we'll, it was Wilbur, but how was he alive? I watched him die.
"Wilbur?" I shouted through the thin air.
The voices stopped.
"Y/N?" The British man shouted back.
I ran to him, leaving Clay and running into his arms.
"But you- you died?!?" I exclaimed.
"Not quite." He said with a light laugh.
-------------------------- Sorry for short chapter :((
