Trans dsmp oneshots

Non-binary!Wilbur (mtnb) - most people won't be here for you (but i will)

Requested? Yup. Thank you so much for your request! Also Hello! How are you doing? I hope you're doing well and if not than i hope you get better soon. Sorry for not updating this book in a while.

this oneshot is gonna be a fae au because i have been obsessed with those recently. Sorry if i get things wrong about fae. this is heavily inspired by "amethyst and flowers on the table (is it real or a fable?)" by bonesandthebees on ao3. I hope you all aren't annoyed by how much I'm adding Tommy in these oneshots.

And Just so you know Wilbur's new name is gonna stay the same, However his deadname will be different.

This is gonna be a long one y'all-

Warning: deadnaming, transphobia, abuse, slight violence, swearing, misgendering, toxic parenting, getting outing, panic attack, murder? It's not described in details though, parents fighting (brief. Like half a sentence)

Wilbur's pov

"Fuck" i whisper as i stare into the angry eyes of my father. I knew this was a bad idea i think. "What the fuck do you mean you think you're non-binary?! That shit's not real!" My father yells angrily. I look over at my mother and she looked so disappointed. I hate when my mother is disappointed in me. I hate it so much.

"I can't believe my son has turned out this way" my mother says in a frustrated tone. "I-I'm sorry. But i can't change how i feel-" i start But before i could finish my sentence, i felt pain coming from my left cheek.

I stand in shock for a few seconds, trying to process what just happened. After a few minutes, it finally dawns on me that my own father had just slapped me.

"You- you slapped me... you actually slapped me!" I say in disbelief. "Yeah and if you don't get the fuck out of my house right now, it will be worse!" My father yells.

I stare at him in shock and disbelief. "Fine" i mutter with venom and start to walk towards the door. "Don't even think about coming back until it's night, Arthur!" My father yelled and i sent him one last glare before walking out of the door.

Fuck. Did he have to call me by my deadname before i left? That just makes everything worse.

Deal with it, Wilbur. It's just a dumb name. Forget about it.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as i walk around the village that i have lived in my whole life. The other villagers were giving me weird looks as i walk past them.

I walk until i find what i'm looking for. There it is. The bench. The bench that i have sit on so many times when i was upset. I'm not actually allowed to be there since it's in the baker's garden.

I climb over the fence and sit on the bench and look at the sky. It may be mid day but the sky is still beautiful to watch. The clouds that slowly pass by as time passes, the calming light blue colour which will forever be there to look at, it's all so pretty.

I sit there for a while before i start to hear voices coming closer to the bench.

Shit.

Fuck.

I have to go. Now. Because you see, entering someone's garden uninvited (especially the baker's garden. He always gets pissed off so easily.) isn't exactly something that is thought of as a positive thing.