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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

(I just realised that I need more Y/n and Wilbur content in my life so here it is, enjoy :D)

Y/N's POV:

Its so warm, I can feel something on my chest. What is it? My eyelids weigh heavy on my eyes and the darkness of beneath them is all I can see. Where am I?

Y/n?! Hey please wake up please!

Who is that? The sweet high pitched tone is familiar, but why does it feel more like a memory?

Throw her out of here!

Another one? Where are these voices coming from, and why do they seem,

off?

My arms seem to be free to move, but from what feels like my chest down is being weighed down by something heavy. Moving my left hands fingers, under them was something soft and fluffy, It has a strange texture that reminds me of hair.

I muster the strength to open my eyes and expect to see bright light but am met with dimly lit stone walls. The light on the wall beside me danced beautifully, each flicker showcased graceful movement, soft yellows and oranges painted over the dull grey.

The warmth wasn't only coming from the flames on the wall, but from underneath the blanket I slept with. A tuff of dark brown chocolate curls peaked out from under the ivory material, is that who I think it is?

Moving my arm slightly, lifting the blanket up to reveal a sleeping Wilbur cuddling into my chest. His arms wrap loosely around my waist and his head laid over my heart. Looking further down, Wilbur's feet hang just over the end of the bed showing off his black worn out socks. His quiet purrs become more apparent and his chest steadily rises and falls, he's still asleep. I try my best not to move, Wilbur always needed more sleep than he usually got.

Wait, how did I get here? The last thing I remember was being in that forest, did Wil find me? What time is it? I tilt my head to my right side, the light was coming from a lantern poached on top of a crafting table and a brown jacket draped on a rack. But no clock. A groan comes from under the blanket,

"Y/n?" The hoarse morning voice of Wilbur called my name, I must have moved to much. Wilbur raises his head from my chest with the blanket still on him, but falls when his face becomes fully visible, his curls hiding the left side of his face. He must have realised I was awake because he met my eyes and froze. It was times like these were I wish I could read his mind, feel what he was feeling. Wilbur got up on his hands and stared at me, like he was watching my reaction, searching for something.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I spoke quietly, he looked on edge again. But the moment I finished speaking he grabbed my shoulders and brought me into a soul crushing hug, winding me for a moment. It was like he was waiting for confirmation I was really awake. I felt his shoulders relax and he melted into my arms, his grip loosen and he sighed heavily.

"Hugging you is much better when you're awake." A deep blush settled on my cheeks as Wilbur nestled his face in the crooks of my neck. Sure I had slept in the same bed as Wil before but they didn't feel this intimate. My heart skipped a beat before picking up speed, his hands were so gentle on my back, his breath on the back of my neck was warm and his presence was so comforting. Silence filled the room as we sat there embracing each other so tenderly.

Wilbur lifted his head off of my neck and moved the hair out of his eyes with his palm, our gazes meeting and our faces inches apart. His thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand, goosebumps shot up my arm from his gesture.

"Wilbur?" I whispered, his name fresh on my tongue. He responded with a deep hum making his atoms apple bounce in his throat. His eyes spilled into mine, awaiting for me to speak again, he was so captivating. Sometimes I wonder if he put a spell on me, I've never felt this type of intense emotion before.

"You make me feel something I don't fully understand." The words flowed out of my lips, pouring into the air like rushing water. Wilbur's eyes matched exactly those of the day he visited me in my garden, if not more intense. The only thing missing was the shine of the sun but Wilbur's eyes shone even in the dark.

How is he doing this to me?

"Then let me help you understand." Wilbur's face inched closer to mine, I could feel his warm breath on my lips. My chest bloomed with electricity, this feeling infected my heart and told my mind to lean in. My mind raced, his hand gliding up my arm and towards my cheek. He cupped my face with his hand and closed his eyes slowly, I fluttered my eyes to a close and leaned in, Wilbur's soft lips pressed against my own in sweet bliss.

Aphrodite must be smiling down on us, because in that moment of pure and utter love,

I was completely smitten with Wilbur Soot.