This is another Minecraft AU, simply using their characters, once again. This time, it takes place when the two of them are now adults and more involved in the governing of L’Manburg. (You might get Hamilton vibes from this one, fair warning.)
{I’m listening to Farmer Refuted, right now}
It’s been 6 years since the war against Dream and his people began, and they were still going at it hard.
Tommy and Tubbo are 22, now, and they maintained their usual positions in the government, just getting a few new responsibilities here and there as they came of age. Wilbur and Schlatt made a bit of a truce and now ruled side-by-side, but they still argued like an old married couple. However, Wilbur had been acting a bit strangely, Tubbo noticed. He chose to approach the busy man, getting pushed aside a few times, Wilbur struggling to take a moment to just sit and talk.
But, he finally got the man’s attention for the next hour, and they were in a room together.
“Are you okay?” Tubbo asked. “You seem different.”
Wilbur looked into Tubbo’s eyes for a moment, before looking away, placing his own gaze on a small painting on the wall.
“I-” He seemed unsure of what to say. “I have to tell you something.”
Tubbo heard a strange tone in his voice, one he translated as stress and something else he couldn’t figure out.
Tubbo nodded his head, motioning him to continue, but the look in his eyes told Wilbur that he could take his time. (Oh Alexander Hamilton) The older man sighed before looking back at the 22 year old.
“I’m retiring my position as President,” He finally spoke his mind. “Both Schlatt and I.”
To Tubbo, this was both a surprise and completely predictable. He could tell the two were tired and worn out, and the way they looked at each other, there was something special about it.
{Gobble Gobble} Can I tell you something?” He requested. “And I ask that you don’t tell anyone, nor judge my choices.”
“Sure, Will,” Tubbo promised. “You can tell me anything.”
Another sigh left Wilbur’s lips.
“I’m going to propose to Schlatt,” He said, a tremble in his voice giving away his nervousness.
Tubbo jumped up in surprise. He walked over to the other man who was still sitting on the couch opposite from the seat he had been sitting in. He threw his arms around his father-figure and hugged him tightly.
“That’s amazing!” He exclaimed. “I’m so happy for you.”
Wilbur looked at Tubbo as he pulled away from the hug.
“That’s not it...” He said slightly ominously.
Tubbo’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then his facial expression became knowing, realizing the problem that would create.
“You want to live peacefully with him, don’t you?” (Everyone shall sit under their own vine, and fig tree, a moment alone in the shade. They’ll be safe in the nation we’ve made. I want to sit under my own vine, and fig tree)Tubbo guessed, earning a nod from the man. “Well, who do you have in mind to fill your place?” (who do you have in mind? - don’t laugh - who is it? - you used to work on the same staff - WHAAAATT?)
Wilbur let out a small huff, before speaking again.
“You,”
Tubbo felt like he was mishearing Wilbur’s words. Is he going crazy? He could’ve sworn he said “You…”
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MCYT Oneshots
FanficPlease read the first chapter for the description. Co-authored and edited by HotPocket. HotPocket and I only get to talk twice a week right now. We usually get a minimum of a chapter a week done, but there are sometimes that we get distracted, or ma...
