What are the Chances? (Wilbur Soot x Female Reader)

Chapter 7

A/n: Fun fact, I actually have a lot of Revivedbur fanart. So you'll see a lot of that in the future probably. But the c!Wilbur in my story is not going insane. XD
Tw: Mention of alcohol, smoking, and suicide. Violence, blood, and abuse.
((Y/n) POV)
Her hand wavered over the small bottle in her lap. She had found it in the carriage with a note from Will that asked her to practice her abilities with the water. She smiled remembering the note. A stream of water swirled out of the container as she tried to use her magic. It took the shape of a bird as she made it fly around the inside of the carriage. Incredible! Her face lit up as the water being sparkled in the sun as it danced through a light beam.

Suddenly, her ride jolted to a stop. She lost her concentration, making the water bird splash to the floor. She glanced out the window and almost groaned. She was home. A footman opened the door, allowing her to step out. Her unusual hair was tied up in a messy bun to keep the wind from making it frizzy. She grabbed her own bag and walked into the castle, ignoring the stares from the servants. I wonder what he'll say. She shuddered remembering their last conversation.

Her fingers squeezed into fists as she approached the throne room. Adjusting a few flyaway strands of hair around her face, she breathed in deep. This is it. She slowly pushed the door open.

He was sitting lopsided on his throne of obsidian. A cigar between his lips and a bottle in his hand. He glanced up when he heard the hinges on the door. His brow furrowed as he saw her.

"And just how long did I say you could be away?" He took out his cigar with a puff of smoke. She cringed slightly as she inhaled the bad air. "Two days!" He shouted, making the oak beams of the roof and the marble pillars tremble. "I said you could visit for two fricking days..." He growled under his breath at her. Fear coursed through her body. "Then I get a note from the king saying you almost killed yourself and that you'd be staying longer!" He held up said letter. She nodded meekly, hoping the worst wouldn't come. He towered over her from the marble steps as he stood up. She gulped as he leaned closer. "You are in trouble, young lady." The hiss sent shivers up her spine.

A second later an audible crack was heard as his fist made contact with her head. She fell backwards, stunned to say the least. A metallic taste quickly welled up in her mouth. A crack was heard as his heel drove itself into her leg. She cried out in pain, blood dripped from her mouth.

"You're an ungrateful wretch!" He yelled, kicking her in the stomach. "I spent years of my life trying to make you happy!" She tried to sit up, but was shoved down again. "If it wasn't for Puffy I would never have even adopted you!" Her breath caught as he said this. "Maybe I should send you back!" He raised his fist again as she cowered below him.

But it was stopped suddenly. And there was Will. His fist made contact with Schlatt's nose, throwing the tyrant back. He groaned as he fell on the steps. The brunette quickly dropped on his knees beside her.

"Will?" Her breathing hitched slightly. "Am I dreaming?" He pressed his hand onto the wound on her head to keep from bleeding.

"No, I followed you because I didn't want you to come back. I knew something like this might happen, so I trusted my instincts and rode quickly." Her lips moved into a smile.

"Thank you." She whispered, filled with gratitude and much more.

"Are you the stupid person that saved her?" Her father drawled, trying to stand. "Should have just let her fall....stupid girl."

"I think she's worth saving." He glared daggers at the king. He took off his brown jacket and tore a sleeve off. Gently, he wrapped it around her head and the other around her middle.

"Get away from her, you fool!" Shouted Schlatt, suddenly back up. He threw his bottle of whiskey at the boy who deflected it with his upraised arm. Not without a few cuts from the glass though. He gritted his teeth as he stood up.

"You're the one who needs to get back." His voice warned the other as he drew his sword. "You attacked your own daughter and the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You could easily be dethroned for both." The king's face paled when he heard who Wilbur really was.

"But no one can tell the tale if they're dead."

He drew his own sword and charged the brunette. He dodged to the side, but the king played dirty and punched him in the chest. He coughed slightly, as he recovered, trying to conserve his strength. Their swords clashed again as (Y/n) watched from the floor. Her vision blurring occasionally from pain as the two males engaged in the deadly dance.

When Will scored a good hit on the king's leg, the latter stumbled back. The alcohol in his system starting to fight against him. He began wheezing trying to catch his breath. He tripped and fell to the floor, his sword clattering to the ground. Wilbur put his sword tip near his neck.

"You've lost." The finality of the words making the other shudder. "I'm going to take (Y/n) to my home and you will never, hear me, never see her again." Schlatt nodded helplessly, still coughing. In one smooth movement, Will's sword was back in its sheath.

He strode over to (Y/n) who was sitting up now. He winced as she touched a cut on his cheek gently. He helped her up on her one good leg.

Schlatt, enraged and suffering, he accidently broke off a stone from the floor. He grinned evilly as he brought his arm back with that heavy marble rock. (Y/n) saw it the second it was about to hit Will. She dove as Wilbur gasped. The impact echoed through the room with her cry. Her side started to bleed, soaking his jacket and her dress. He quickly picked up her shaking figure.

At that moment, guards burst through the door. He looked up, fearful, but they grabbed the king instead of him. He started shouting profanities as they dragged him away. One took her from his arms, though he half freaked out.

"Relax." Said the guard, his bass voice soothing the prince. "Let's get you both to the medical wing quickly." Will nodded, glancing down at her pale figure as her gasping became rugged. He prayed she'd be alright.

A/n: The song playing right now was perfect for the ending. Hold On by Chord Overstreet was just so on key. Also, thank you for the 100 reads! You all are great! Drink lots of water! ♡