| Schlattbur Oneshots |

Fight for your love

                            [TW: Blood]

"Wil?! What happened to you mate?", Phil exclaimed as a bloody and battered Wilbur walked through the door.

Wilbur just looked at the ground, not wanting to elaborate at all. Phil rushed over to him and helped him over to the living room, sitting him down on the couch and rushing off to get stuff to help clean him up.

Blood ran from his nose, his face was bruised, and he had a black eye. But he could barely feel the pain, just a slight stinging sensation.

His mind was still fumbling around with what had just happened. Rage still spiraled around his head. But there was a slight smirk on his face as the image of a person bleeding out on the ground reappeared in his mind.

Phil came back with some paper towels, bandaids, and other things.

He wrapped a bandage around both of Wilbur's hands, which were bleeding and bruised like his face. He then moved onto Wilbur's face and started patching it up.

"Soo.. you wanna tell me what happened?", Phil questioned, still focused on Wilbur's bleeding nose.

Wilbur's gaze was transfixed to the floor, and he stayed silent, stalling for as long as he could before Phil pressed him more.

"Come on Wil, I need to know what happened, I might be able to help", Phil probed, raising an eyebrow at Wilbur's sigh.

"Fine", he muttered quietly, trying to figure out where to begin the very long story as his mind flashed back to the memory..

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Wilbur walked along the sidewalk, on the way home from a nice, refreshing walk. He had been given a nice breeze to sooth his thoughts and sort out ideas in his head.

Up ahead were two guys, huddled together, both staring at a phone.

"That's JSchlatt, isn't it?", the guy staring at the phone said.

"Yeah", the guy holding the phone said, a slightly disgusted expression spread across his face.

Wilbur just stared at them, stopping and tucking himself into an alley nearby so they wouldn't see him but he could still hear their conversation.

"Why is he wearing that? It makes him look so gay", the first guy said, mirroring the other guy's expression.

"That's because he is gay. Such a faggot", the one with the phone said.

And that's what pushed Wilbur over the edge.

He stepped out from his hiding place and charged at the guy, hence the fight that occurred and the blood and bruises. His friend just stood there, thankfully too terrified to step in.

Although at that moment, Wilbur could've been outnumbered 1 to 100 and he still would've won.

He finally knocked the guy out and stood up, a smirk coming to his face as he stared at the unconscious figure on the ground, and then started to stumble home.

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"Ok Wilbur, I know Schlatt's your best friend, but did you really have to beat that kid up? Or there something more in you two's relationship that I don't know about?", Phil questioned.

"I- no..", Wilbur responded, averting Phil's eyes, knowing his gaze was on him.

"Wilbur don't lie to me, do you like Schlatt?", Phil asked, adding "I won't be mad if you do."