𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

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𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛

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Fundy stayed by my side for the rest of the walk, getting more comfortable and friendly with me, laughing and joking about how scared he was before. We laughed together, I surprisingly actually got along with him. Fundy was just a nice guy I guess. Plus I related to him with the whole 'different species' thing. I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I felt a little bad for almost leaving him out there to die. Not that it would matter too much; he still had all three of his lives.

Eret and Wilbur led the group back to L'Manberg, not talking much. Of course, nobody suspected anything though, because Eret and I had cheered with them and laughed with them about their 'victory'. As we reached L'Manberg, I helped Fundy sit down, running off to grab some more bandages and potions of healing. Tommy and Tubbo were still ecstatic about winning, so they hadn't really noticed anything going on around them. Meanwhile, Wilbur was just taking off his armor and putting away all weaponry.

"Here, drink this," I told Fundy, holding out the bottled pink liquid. The fox man took it graciously and drank it quickly, not wanting to taste it. He mumbled out a, "Thanks," before handing back the bottle. I set the glass down on the grass beside me, getting out another one to rub over the wound.

As I unwrapped the bloodied bandages from Fundy's leg, the boy seethed, looking at the dark red liquid that strained his clothing. "Ow," he muttered, staring at the wound on his leg. Wilbur soon came over, armor removed and weapons put away.

Idiot. We could kill him in a millisecond.

"I can do that, don't worry about it Y/N," he said, squatting down beside me and taking the bottle from my hand. I turned and looked at him angrily, but he had already started pouring the potion on Fundy's leg.

"Stop!" I exclaimed, pulling his hand away. "You have to clean it first, dumbass. You're just rubbing blood all over his leg!"

Fundy looked down at his leg, eyes wide at my statement. His face quickly turned to one of disgust, so he looked away, trying to focus on the clouds dancing across the sky. Wilbur just glared at me, knowing I was right. "Whoops?" he said sheepishly, smiling awkwardly.

I rolled my eyes at him; he was, what? Twenty-something? And he still didn't know basic first aid? I knew that shit by the time I was six.

I took the bottle out of his hands, placing it down beside me. I then got a wet cloth and started dabbing the bloodied area, making sure not the hurt Fundy. Wilbur just watched in awe at how gentle I was being.

"Didn't know you could even be so gentle," Wilbur laughed out. "I just kind of assumed you'd be rough with everything because of the way you fight."

"I'd say don't judge a book by its cover," I replied, not looking at him, "but, most of the time, what people think is right."

As I finished cleaning up the blood from Fundy's leg, I felt Wilbur's eyes on me. I reluctantly looked back at him, meeting his intense gaze. He reached over to grab the bottle again, leaning closer to me as he did, not breaking eye contact. I caught his hand just as he took the bottle, glaring directly into his eyes.

"He's my son," Wilbur growled, baring his teeth like a rabid dog.

"And I'm deeply sorry for him."

Fundy stifled a laugh, trying to suppress a grin. I looked up at him knowingly, allowing Wilbur to take the open bottle, making the liquid splash onto his face a little. Fundy and I both burst out with laughter at that point. Wilbur groaned, but started to laugh with us.

As Wilbur wiped the stuff off his face, he poured some more in his hand, then started rubbing it over the wound. He was using his palm. What a fucking idiot.

"Stop, stop," I interrupted, pulling his hand away yet again. I scraped off the ointment with, wiping it back onto the tips of his fingers. I then put my hand on top of his and moved it in a circular motion. "You have to do it lightly, but make sure it's spread and rubbed in properly," I explained, still with my hand on top of Wilbur's.

I felt my face go a tiny bit red as I realised the intimacy we had right now, pulling my hand away awkwardly. A refreshing coldness hit my hand, making a shiver go up my spine. I looked up to Wilbur and watched his face as he concentrated. His bottom lip disappeared under his top lip as he bit down on it slightly. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he got to the wound itself. He looked up at me for approval, his dark brown eyes meeting mine. I nodded lightly, prompting him to keep going.

When Wilbur finished spreading the ointment, he looked at me, as if asking what was next.

"You've gotta apply pressure to ensure any bleeding stops," I explained, handing Wilbur a roll of white bandage. He took it and started to unwrap it, nodding his head in understanding. I stopped him again, holding onto both of his hands. I rolled the bandage back up and showed him how to do it.

"Unwrap it as you go," I told him, taking one hand and giving him the bandage wrap. I guided his hand, showing his how to dress the wound. I made sure to apply pressure to Fundy's leg to avoid bleeding, but not too much pressure, as I didn't want to hurt him.

"How long would you keep it on for?" Wilbur asked as we finished dressing the wound. I took my hand away from his, sighing and standing up.

"About a week," I answered, looking down at Fundy's bandaged keg. "We'll have to check in regularly though, to see how it's healing." My eyes flickered over to Wilbur, who was still kneeling on the ground, one hand reached out to me for help standing up. I hesitantly took his hand and pulled him up.

Wilbur was much taller than most people I'd ever met. He was probably about six feet and five or six inches tall, making him probably about nine or ten inches taller than me. So he pretty much towered over me. I actually had to look up to look him in the eyes.

I frowned up at him jokingly, and Wilbur just giggled and pet my head. As I was flicking his hands away, Eret came rushing over. Fundy stood up quickly, balancing his weight on one foot.

"I've been preparing something for a while now," Eret told, glancing at me. I pretended not to know what he was on about, but I knew fully well what was about to happen. "We don't exactly have a lot of stuff. I mean, the best gear we have is battered diamond armor; so, I've been gathering things for the war. Follow me," she stated bluntly, not showing much emotion or guilt for what they were about to do.

"Tommy! Tubbo!" I shouted out behind us,p where the boys were play fighting. Well, they may have been sparring, but it was so sloppy I couldn't quite tell. "C'mon! Eret said he's got stuff for us!"

The two didn't hesitate to race over, running out of breath quickly. Eret led us all to the tunnel we had mined out, Wilbur leading behind him. I helped Fundy to walk through the narrow tunnel, seeing as he was limping and probably shouldn't be using his leg anyway.

"This," Eret said as we reached the end of the tunnel, "is the final control room!"