#c!schlatt x you

[cathers-world]

YOU

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Hi!!! Here is the long awaited

sheep!reader x C!jshlatt

Warning: smut

AFAB reader

She/her pronouns (sorry)

Context : it’s mating season and Jshlatt is the only ram/sheep in town until you show up

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Shlatt was angry, angry that he was in heat and didn’t have a mate, looking out his window behind his desk he sees something or someone.

You were walking around and exploring the world trying to find a mate, when you came upon a place called Manburg you were strolling through the streets and from the mayors office Shlatt sees you wondering his city. Shlatt gets excited (if you know what I mean), he calls his assistant (quackity) to grab you and bring you to him.

“Come with me” quackity demands and grabs and drags you to the mayors office “what are you doing?!” You yell. “The mayor wants to see you” he says “why?!” You ask trying to pull away but he’s to strong.

You arrive at the mayors office and get pulled into shlatt’s headquarters and when you see him, standing in front of his desk with a smirk, you can help it but your tail may have waged a bit.

“Leave” shlatt says to quakity not taking his eyes off you

You, you with you little tail, horns and ears, you the only one he can breed…you

“You will do just nicely” he whispers right after his assistant leaves. You on the other hand we losing it a big strong ram in front of you, you were horny before but now…

Shlatt walks up to you feeling your tiny horns and he didn’t know this but there sensitive so ya know you let out a little moan and rammed your little horns into him

That was it for shlatt he tilts his head seeing if your down to mate and you turn around leaning against the wall and exposing yourself to him

He lifts up your skirt, pulls down your underwear and lightly licks your clit making you moan, he shoves two fingers in your dripping pussy, you whimper grinding on his fingers “you like that huh” he asked with an evil undertone “mhm” you some how manage to squeal out

Shlatt removes his fingers and stands up as you cry from the loss of pleasure but right after you felt a tip rubbing against your folds “oh fuck” shaltt moans “your so fucking wet for me” suddenly shoving his cock as deep as he can, giving you no time to adjust to his length

“YES FUCK” you scream “oh yeah you like that you pretty whore” “getting fucked by a man you don’t know” he growls.

The sound of slapping skin, the smell of sex, moaning and degrading words fill the air

You feel you reaching your high his balls hitting your clit and his had dick slamming in to you was enough to make you lose it “fuck I’m going to c- cum!” You yell to the strong ram behind you “cum, cum on my dick” so fallowing orders you do, you cum on his dick him fucking you through your orgasm, after you feel a hot warm liquid fill you hole and his cock leaving you “fuck your a cum slut.”

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AHHHH I hope you liked it should I do a part two???? Should I make this a series????

Plz feel free to request!!!!!

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[sardonic-the-writer]

currently thinking about my crush on father fragrance but i have a violent fear of spiders so. x reader and show theres nothing to be scared of or somethign cute

awww that's such a good idea!!!

• Schlatt doesn't outwardly look like a spider all the time

• He finds it cumbersome and a pain in the ass to try and fit through small doorways with four extra arms protruding from his back. Trips over himself and curses up a storm when that happens, so he just started opting to appear more human

• That's why he nearly jumped out of his skin the first time you screamed when seeing his true form

• "Jesus kid! You've got a set of lungs on you."

• It takes a second for him to realize that you're not laughing with him and instead standing frozen, a look of terror on your face

• The most anyone had ever done when seeing him like this for the first time was jumping lightly or being a bit curious about how it worked, having an extra set of limbs and all

• "You okay there?"

• You'd scrambled back, trying to steady your breathing the best you could without tearing your eyes away from the pincers protruding from his mouth

• "Spiders. Scary. Phobia."

• Ah so that explained why you had practically turned to stone in front of him

• He had run a hand through his hair with a long sigh, thinking on his feet (all of them I should mention) about how to resolve this

• After a moment of concideration, he sat down on the floor in front of you and tied his hair back, rubbing two hands together as he started to work

• You watched, fear still coursing through your veins as you watched him. But you had to admit, the longer you watched him scrunch up his face in concentration, the more you came to realize this was still your Schlatt. Not one of those scary demon insects you'd find lurking in attics

• "Here. Look, not so scary anymore right?"

• In his hands, he now held a little trinket. A small cat, spun from what looked to be shiny yarn. But you knew better, having watched him spin the spiderwebs into a figure just for you

• Cautiously, you began to approach him, the task proving easier and easier after you caught sight of his barely contained smile—the hybrid happy you were trusting him

• "I know it's a bit weird, but jeez I didn't know you were so terrified of spiders." He scratched the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle as you settled onto the floor next to him, still eyeing the cat in his hands. "Figured you would be used to the weirdness of this place by now, with a pub called the pube after all."

• "It's alright Schlatt." You offered your hand out to him, silently asking if you could place it on his shoulder for reassurance. To which he obliged. "Just don't bite me or spin me in a web or anything."

• He barked out a harsh laugh, squeezing your hand

• "Yeah whatever. Just don't expect this sappy shit too often."

• "Whatever you say fragrance man."

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[birchisnotokay]

"I don't even know—if you're my uncle!"

stayed up to finish this thing—its almost 1am rn

anyways I don't know if I ever introduced this here but welcome to my Dream SMP x Gravity Falls AU !!

technically my friend's but he gave it to me

So, in this au:

Tommy = Dipper

Schlatt = Stan

Wilbur = Soos

Tubbo = Mabel

Might do more of these redraws—they're fun ^^

Added a watermark because I'm really proud of this

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #dsmp au #c!tommy #c!schlatt #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #dsmp x gravity falls #gravity falls x dsmp #little did you know im attached to this au #also it probably isnt clear but Philza is Ford lmao !! #i should probably go to sleep before i pass out

[cherrycrushes]

messy - oneshot (18+)!!

jschlatt x reader.

a/n: idk if its bc im ovulating or something but i have so many inappropriate thoughts in my head im so sorry guys but yeah this was inspired by a vid i saw on twitter ifykyk and also guys this literally doesnt have a plot its just straight up smut. this is my first time writinf this stuff so go easy on me please

your hips bucked against schlatt’s mutton chops. whines and pants of overstimulation filled the dark room. it was your fourth time cumming because of schlatt’s tongue. and it was about to be your fifth.

“f-fuck jay…”

you moaned out in a breath. this only egged on the man more. your plush thighs squeezing around his face as he held your legs open. he hummed at the taste of you, making a vibration you very much enjoyed.

despite the almost pleasureful numbing feeling between your legs, you could feel his pointed tongue circling your bud. he flicks his tongue back and forth between it and the space of your hole. he starts tracing his name, ensuring you knew the spelling.

j - you felt weaker than ever, like putty in schlatt’s hands.

s - a desperate whine came from you

c - you need to cum. badly.

h - you started hearing grunts from the man

l - a warmth bubbled up in you, desperate for an eruption

a - you’re sure schlatt has nutted in his briefs just from the taste of you judging from the noises hes made

t - you felt the same feeling of riding a steep rollercoaster that was on the edge of falling

t - waves of overwhelming hot pleasure rippled throughout your stomach and you pulled on schlatt’s hair, who was making eye contact with you

jschlatt laps up the clear-ish white nectar that came from you. he gets up from kneeling as you heard some bones cracking. in your view was a wet spot on his underwear.

“oh honey,” you panted. “you got a little something there.”

on his mutton chops was leftovers of your juice,

“i guess i got kinda messy toots,” schlatt lowly chuckles.

#☎️ cherry’s line! #18+ only #jschlatt x reader #schlatt smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt smut #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sammy #smut #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt

[slvtforfiction]

NSFW Alphabet

☆ Schlatt X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

A = Aftercare

(what they're like after sex)

Schlatt is caring and yet again he does try but mainly just cleans you up and then cuddled you to sleep after.

He loves taunting you about your pleasure before giving you great aftercare and showing that he does care and he meant none of the taunts and teasing.

B = Body part

(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves your hip dips,he can't explain why he just thinks there so sexy.

You love his mutton chops for obvious reasons,especially when you can feel them when he presses into you.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves making a mess just to humiliate you before having to clean up.

You could be absolutely wrecked and he would still light heartedly degrade you and taunt you because he knows secretly you love it.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's jacked off to you whilst you were in the other room with Ted.

He once got a boner from you showing him your new dresses that you bought.

E = Experience

(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He knows exactly what he's doing,he didn't when you first had sex with him because it was his first time but you showed him and he learned quickly.

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

He loves simple missionary but with your legs around his shoulders because he loves getting that bit deeper to hit a part of you that makes him so close to bottoming out that your pleasure is the only thing you can be reminded of.

G = Goofy

(are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's more goofy because he doesn't want there to be a serious tension in the room because he hates it,instead he cracks jokes or makes you moan so loud he doesn't even need to say anything.

H = Hair

(how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He tends to keep trimmed but rarely shaved because he knows you don't mind as much just as he doesn't mind your hair down there.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very romantic during it but sometimes he can act like your just a hook up and toy before treating you with the best aftercare you will ever receive,acting as if your a princess.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

He can be very horny so if you're not around he can sometimes send you photos of his hand wrapped around himself.

If he's not around and your horny and you for some reason tell him he will ask for videos.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

He loves praise and worship to give to you but he hates being praised because it makes him feels insecure.

He also loves to degrade you whilst praising you e.g "my pretty little slut."

He likes e-sex if he's away and can't get to you so he can still here your moans of pleasure and watch as you fuck yourself blind imagining him.

L = Location

(favourite places to do the do)

He's a simple man and prefers the bed but if that isn't possible this man will do it anywhere.

If he's horny and you are there he doesn't care where he gets off as long as it's inside of you.

He doesn't care who sees or hears you because he knows at the end of the day he loves you and will make it obvious to everyone.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in big v necks and especially if your in one of his jumpers and just your panties,even better if you have nothing on underneath.

N = No

(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He refuses to do anything piss related,not that you asked,he just made it so extremely clear every time you were having sex and you feel the same.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving because he loves feeling your thighs clamp shut around his head because of how much pleasure your getting and it's all from him.

He will then tease you about it later before giving you great aftercare.

P = Pace

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood,if you've been teasing him all day it's slow and sensual because he knows you need it but he wants to drag it out.

If it's angry sex after a fight etc. he fucks you into next week with no remorse and smiles as your eyes glass over from the pleasure and as your voice dies out because you've lost it from screaming.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers the full experience and would prefer to tease but if your about to stream or he's about to stream he would definitely prefer a quickie and if it is a quickie he would prefer to give you head and eat you out rather than put his dick in you and the same goes for if you give him a quickie,he would prefer you to give him head.

If he does go the full mile for a quickie by sticking his dick inside of you instead then depending on who wants the quickie it would be more prioritised.

If you wanted the quickie he'd make sure you cum and get himself off a different way,and the same goes for you,if he wanted the quickie then you'd make sure he cums and then you would get yourself off a different by masturbating whilst he streams etc.

R = Risk

(are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves risk and loves letting you know even more.

He thinks that one day if he ever gets walked in on whilst fucking you it would make great taunting material and a great way to show the person that your his and how good he makes you feel.

S = Stamina

(how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man can fuck you so far into oblivion that you've forgotten how many rounds you've done,how many times you've cum and how many times he has.

You sometimes wonder how he does it,you once asked him how he does it and he pecked your lips before whispering "Because you are so damn attractive."

T = Toys

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They love to fuck you with multiple toys so he can play with taunting phrases (e.g "God such a slut for me." , "Is this how I make you feel baby? You eyes rolling back so far into your head you go blind?"

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

They love teasing you but hate you teasing back,for example he once teased you by walking past you with all of your friends around during a video and whispering in your ear, "God I'm going to fuck you so hard later." Before landing a slap on your ass without the camera seeing,and he did in fact fuck you into oblivion that night.

But once you did reply yourself in your flustered state you whispered back to him "Yeah sure,but I'm guaranteeing that you can't make me cum." After that sentence he made you cum 10x that's night to prove that he could indeed make you cum.

V = Volume

(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't make much noise unless he's joking or releasing small grunts and obviously acknowledging the whimpers falling from your mouth with taunts,teases and degrades.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

He's fucked you infront of Ted before,he walked in whilst you were riding him in his chair hiding the secret fuck under your skirt that now laid across both of your exposed laps,the second Ted entered you went limp and stopped moving moving your head to his shoulder whilst schlatt kept his hands on the small of your back,both of you pulling off the lie that you were asleep in his lap whilst he still secretly stayed inside of you.

X = X-ray

(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

8 inches almost 9 when he is hard,he knows you can barely take him as it is and it makes him so horny at just the thought.

Despite the baggy T-shirts he wears etc,he's pretty buff

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a tiny bit above average about 3-4 days a week is their usual sex drive because they are a horny guy but they also just like to have the emotional infancy of sex when they aren't being rough.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He definitely makes sure your both cleaned up and comfortable and then will fall asleep whether it's before you do or not.

He tried to stay awake but he can't for long,and as long as your comfortable,clean and happy his mind is at ease.

#Spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #schlatt x reader #schlatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt

[ohbabydollie]

Hello I am back again! Even though I just requested I had another idea for C!Schlatt x FemSheep!Reader,

imagine cockwarming him during a meeting or when someone walks in his office, and you readjust yourself on his lap mmmm.

He would hold you still until the meeting was over or until the person left your office, then he would softly fuck you right there giving his little lamb what she wanted mmmmmm <3

smut!!

Schlatt finished easing himself inside as you let out a gasp

“its okay, i gotcha” he softly cooed at you “good girl, its all in” he said pressing his hands against your tummy making you let out a few moans from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as you felt him inside

he placed his hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down gently, forcing a few moans out of you

“there we go pretty girl, jus-” suddenly there was a harsh knock on the door before quackity let himself in

“schlatt” was all he said as your mind started blanking, only thinking of the fact that schlatt was deep inside you while quackity was only a few feet away from you,

“doll face, ain’t cha gonna write it down” schlatt asked grabbing your hips and pushing you further down onto him

“yes! yess, i will” you said tearing up and reaching for your notepad and pen before quickly scribbling down whatever nonsense you could remember while schlatt continued his talk with quackity, shifting forward in his chair to make you hold back a whine.

schlatt continued to drag out his conversation with quackity, making you whine and squirm

“you can go now, i think my lamby isn’t feelin too good” schlatt says waving off quackity, once quackity leaves you to let out a held in moan

“c-can’t take it schlatt” you cried

“what?” he coos, rubbing circles on your clit as you whine and tighten around him “need me to fuck you doll?” he asks with a grin, watching you nod

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Pretty Boy

Sub!Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: None

Warnings: Smut! Overstimulation! Use of a vibrator...ill say no more about it 👀, Submissive!Lunch club!Schlatt, swearing.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! if you don't like the warnings please don't read! I DONT WANNA SEE ANY MINORS LOOKIN AT THIS STORY! IF I DONT CATCH YOU, YOURE ALL GOOD! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️❤️❤️

F/c/f - Favorite Chinese food

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Y/n and the rest of the misfits were hanging out in a hotel suite, with the Lunch club members. She looked over at Schlatt who was laying on the opposite bed, Toby nudged her with her arm, getting Y/n's attention.

"You finally are looking at him?" She whispered. "He's been glancing at you the whole time they've been here."

"So?" Y/n asked with a giggle.

"So, I'm gonna get both groups out of here so you two can chase each other around and play hard to get."

Just then Toby rolled out of bed, clapping her hands together, "Alright! Who's hungry!?" She yelled.

Both groups held up their hands.

"I saw this Chinese restaurant down the street, let's go get some take out! Y/n, you want the f/c/f?"

She nodded, "That'll do."

The misfits got up, swagger turned back to Y/n with a puzzled look on his face, "You aren't coming?" He asked.

"No, Im feeling too lazy."

The Lunch club got to their feet, "You're staying too, Schlatt?" Ted asked.

"Yeah, just get me whatever you're having."

Y/n looked over at Toby, "I told you so." She mouthed back.

When the groups left, Y/n picked up her phone and checked the time. Her heart was racing, could there be a reason that he stayed behind?

"Fuck it." She whispered, sliding off her bed and onto his. Schlatt watched as she straddled him, leaning in and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.

"I was wondering when you were gonna come over here."

"Shut up." She groaned, pushing him onto his back. Y/n went over to her bag, pulling out her handcuffs.

Schlatt smiled, laying there and allowing her to restrain him. Y/n felt a shiver run up her spine when she felt his erection through his jeans. A devious smile spread over her face as she began to grind against him, a quiet moan slipping from him.

Y/n pushed his sweat shirt up, tailing feather light kisses down his stomach. Schlatt closed his eyes, biting his lip when she reached his waist line.

She slowly unbuttoned his pants, palming at his cock through his boxers. His breath hitching when she took a hold of his member and began painfully slow strokes.

"Fuck, don't go so slow." He whispered.

"What? You want more, pretty boy?"

Schlatt nodded, his head falling back against the pillow as she quickened the pace. Y/n licked a long stripe up his shaft, taking him into her mouth. Schlatt pulled at the restrains, his hand begging to be tangled in her hair.

Schlatt's hips bucked making Y/n pull away, an evil smirk on her face. He whimpered, needing more. Y/n got off of him, walking over to her bag and taking something out. She hid it behind her back, taking her place on Schlatt's thighs once again.

"What do you got?" He asked.

"Shh, close your eyes."

Y/n leaned forward, gently pressing a kiss against his lips, "Close your eyes, pretty boy." Schlatt did as he was told, his brows furrowed when he felt a soft rubber being pressed against his cock, just below the tip. His breathing quickened, kinda scared of what she was gonna do next.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. This is gonna feel good, okay?"

Schlatt nodded, his heart racing. "Okay, I trust you."

Y/n clicked the button on the side of the device, watching as his mouth slightly opened and he gripped the chains of the cuffs. A groan left his mouth, feeling a deep vibration hit one of his most sensitive areas.

Y/n turned it up, moving closer to him and kissing his jaw. She began nipping and sucking at his neck, leaving dark pink hickeys on his pale skin.

"Oh God." He whimpered. "I'm so close, please don't stop...I'm gonna a-"

Y/n giggled, turning it down almost all the way just as his orgasm was at its peak.

"N-no, please."

"Shh, I'll let you cum...just not yet." Y/n planted a loving kiss against his temple, "I wanna torture you a little bit."

Y/n turned it up again, his back arching and his legs starting to shake. Y/n listened to his panting and his whines, all his noises just feeding her flame.

"You like that? You like it when I play with you?"

"Mhm...please don't stop! I'm almost there."

"Yeah? You're really close aren't you?"

Y/n slid her arm under his head, her lips grazing his, "Please, turn it up a little higher."

"Should I? Do you think you deserve it?"

"Y-yes, please. I-im so fuckin close."

Y/n turned it up one more click, his chest heaved and he buried his face in her shoulder as he came.

She ran her hand up his stomach, smiling when she felt his soft lips against her neck, "I should do that to you." He whispered.

The two of them jumped when the door opened, Y/n covered Schlatt back up and patted her pockets for the cuff key.

"You whores better be dress cuz I'm coming in!" Toby yelled.

She came around the corner, her eyes widening at the sight of Y/n laying next to Schlatt, his hands cuffed to the headboard and one of hers down his pants.

"I'm glad we're having dinner in Carson's room, if they came in here...that would've been a disaster."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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[peachmi1k]

c!schlatt x bunny!s/o headcanons

@d4ringv0id and @st4rryfics have made posts abt this but i wanted to make a hc post bc bunny reader is so fucking cute to me

sfw and nsfw below cut

• grumpy rammie schlatt and his sweet bunny <3

• he thinks you’re just so fucking cute, your soft floppy ears, your little cotton tail, your buck tooth smile and the way your lips are shaped in a natural “uwu”

• as a bunny you’re very energetic, zooming around and rambling on and on when you’re excited about something

• constant erratic thumping is a tell tale sign to schlatt that you’re happily bouncing around nearby

• schlatt doesn’t share this level of energy, and would most likely find it annoying from someone else, at least if he isn’t in the mood

• but normally, he can’t help but smile when you make laps around him to get his attention, or hop onto his back for a piggy back ride, holding onto his horns and steering him around making racecar noises

• however if he needs you to calm down, all he has to do is scratch behind your ears

• your ears that normally stand tall on your head flop over, a happy smile appearing on your face, your nose twitching and your foot subconsciously tapping

• schlatt loves to touch your ears in any setting, his hands will absentmindedly find them when you’re sitting or laying in his lap, sometimes he’ll tie cute little ribbons on them

• (and yes of course he will gently tug on them when you’re having sex)

• being a bunny means you’re natually quite a bit smaller than schlatt, so when you borrow his clothes, you love that they’re big and warm and cozy, and he loves that you look so small and adorable

• that being said since you’re so pocket sized to him he often will just pick you up and carry you around, either throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you under his arm like a football

• you’ve taken notice of how whenever he does this he’s more often than not taking you to the bedroom, and with your high sex drive you usually won’t object unless you were in the middle of something you really needed to get done

• schlatt loves to get on your nerves, it’s basically a hobby of his

• his favorites are sneaking up behind you and ramming his horns in your back (he does it softly though, its mostly meant to just make you jump, but you pretend it hurts so he’ll baby you)

• or he likes to call you “dumb bunny” when you tilt your head at something you don’t understand, or ask him a question that had just a bit too obvious of an answer (or alternatively, when he’s fucking you so good that you can’t speak)

• you haven’t quite figured out a good way to snap back at him when he calls you that though (“stupid ram” just doesn’t have the same ring)

• but if anyone else calls you something like that, they’re lucky if they wake up tomorrow

• when you’re irritated with him (which again is often) your ears will bend backward, cheeks puffing out with a grumpy huff as your foot thumps (met with an “aww, is wittle bunny angwy?”)

• but when he’s said something to make you blush, your ears flop forward as your hands cover your face, if he’s lucky he’ll get to see your little tail wiggle

• overall big bad rammie schlatt loves his little baby bunny <33

#bunny s/o has been giving me brainrot #this is messy i just had a lot of random ideas jdhdjd #schlatt #jschlatt #c!jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fluff #judah.doc

[ghostkidabs]

I’m feening for sheep reader x c!schlatt 😩

It’s the way I wrote this long drawn out response just for tumblr to delete it 💀💀💀 I’ll try to remember what I said initially lmao

Schlatt loves to spoil and talk about you to everyone he works with. He has a perfectly placed photo of you on his desk, so if anybody walked in they would know he was taken.

He also loved to spoil you, he loves seeing your face light up when he tells you to go buy whatever you would like. Your favorite gift of his though is the necklace he got with a J on it.

He’s also really overprotective, if he feels you becoming uncomfortable or something he will stand up for you, he doesn’t care who’s feelings he hurts, as long as his little lamb is ok that’s all that matters

Schlatt tries really hard to get out of the office at a reasonable time so he can spend his afternoons with you, but when he is there a little later than usual, you always stop by.

“I’m sorry dolly.” He would say, ordering his papers together that were strung across his desk. “It’s ok hun.” You say softly, opening your arms, letting him know you want to sit on his lap while he finishes up.

You also love to decorate his horns, he especially loves it when you wear lipstick and cover his horns with your lipstick stains.

#schlatt #jschlatt #ask box #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

[cathers-world]

SEND ME SHCLATT ASKS SEND ME SHCLATT ASKS SEND ME SHCLATT ASKS SEND ME SHCLATT ASKS

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jshlatt #c schlatt x reader #c jschlatt x y/n fluff #c jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt fanfiction

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Ranboo

Technoblade

Tommyinnit

Quackity

Dreamxd

Wilbur soot

Jschlatt

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@mcyt-peach - getting attention from author!reader

- playing fnaf security breach with them

- late night shopping

@peacheskimi - headcannon

@mothra-mcyt - reacting to young reader getting a weirdchamp donos

- reacting to reader sleeping with a stuffed animal

- reaction to reader who loves space and stars

@chippedaxe - demon mcyt hc (demon!mcyt)

@peppermin - favorite cuddle position

@rae-writes - ___ (platonic adult!reader)

- parental smp pt.1 pt.2

@god1ngs - petnames

@dsmpxreaderstuff - affectionate reader

@smol-cherry - dsmp w/ injured s/o

@lvyu - and we're live!

@basilly - lockscreen (feral boys + wilbur)

@the-emptied-brain-contents - how dsmp members would react to finally meeting you in person

@bozowrites - baby meets viewers pt 3

@beewastaken - internet brothers (Cc!benchtrio x younger!reader)

@dreamholic - wiping off their kisses

@satansmanger - kissing them while they're streaming

@akasuki - reacting to their s/o wearing their hoddie

@wrenqueenisboss - Chaos Is Not "Pog" (bench trio x older sibling!reader)

@kzuhasluvr - Tubbo + Tommyinnit with a skilled game developer sibling

@1sapnapsimp - walking in while their streaming/recording a video (platonic!bench trio)

@applekoshi - you are so gorgeous (cc! benchtrio)

@dsmpxreaderstuff - Reader losing/breaking their glasses

@crystalcow - oh sister of mine

@fandomlit - flirting 101

@etheriaaly - surprise, surprise

@wrenqueenisboss - bee hybrid!reader(3/4)

@beeindaclouds - C!DSMP reacting to Butterfly Hybrid! Reader

- Crew Boys with a Reader who has tics

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Ranboo

@ohlovejoy - falling asleep on them

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Technoblade

@isadora-larkspur - standing infront of them protectively

@milqueandsugar - your tea is ready (peonix!reader)

@sunniewrites - blooming season (flower shop au!)

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Tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - touch starved

- dating tommy would include

@livelle - hc and blurbs

- headcannon (c!tommy x filipino!reader)

- the greatest protector

@mcyt-peach - troublemaker takeover(sister!reader)

- speaking of the sister(sister!reader)

@for-memories-sacrifice - big man best brother(sister!reader)

- Being Tommy’s Sibling

@tapesfrom1980 - sisterinnit

@ze-maki-nin - Tommy dating an Artist! Reader

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Quackity

@mcyt-peach - knitting with quackity on stream

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Dreamxd

@god1ngs - headcannon (deity!reader)

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Wilbur soot

@lyssys - comparing hands with Wilbur

- wilbur revealing your relationship to people

@sabbaticalmain - streaming w/ clingy wilbur

@staticwritesalot - Dating Wilbur soot

@for-memories-sacrifice - Being Wilbur’s Sibling

- needy

@simpoot - knitted jumper

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Jschlatt

@mcyt-peach - flirting with schlatt

^ - being on chuckle sandwich as schlatt's s/o

#masterlist #content creator rec #ranboo x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #dreamxd x reader #wilbur soot x reader #schlatt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

[youngcreatorlady]

It really hurt

Warnings: fluff,partying,alcohol, Shlatt joking about scars

Requested (y/n): yes. I was wondering if I could get a Jschlatt x Fem reader. He jokingly makes fun of her while on stream with a bunch of other YouTubers like Wilbur, Swagger, Ludwig, Ted Nivison, etc. But when they're at a party a couple of weeks later and they see each other, Y/n tries to avoid him but he catches her in the crowd and takes her to a more private area. You can take it from there

Request made by @samantha-rae-velcher

You were streaming late into the night with Schlatt, Wilbur,tubbo,Ranboo,and swaggersouls. You guys were currently playing a game,and you had lost,causing you to go into a rage,hitting your desk and then laying your head down to calm down.

That was when it started. Shlatt made a joking comment about how your rage got the best of you,everyone but Tubbo agreeing. You calmed down a little bit after,and went back to the game,but you yawned,stretching and groaning as your shirt rid up

"Jesus christ y/n! There are kids,cover that fat!" Schlatt mumbles,joking,but you still immedietly put your hands down,covering yourself quickly, apologizing to them.

You had backed up and stood up to get some water about an hour later. Schlatt had been commenting on you all night,making jokes,and you wanted to get away from it for a minute.

That was until you heard, "Jesus christ guys,look at the marks she has!" Schlatt announced loudly,to which you looked down,and covered your arms quickly,grabbing a hoodie and putting it on, before going to get your water.

When you were in the kitchen, you broke down,the water spilling over the cup, which was what triggered you. Sobbing as you slid down the cupboard,not even noticing that there was a metal rod on your back.

You sobbed, holding your head in your hands as you just didn't know what to do. About 10 minutes later you got up,shuffling your way back to your office. You sat down,and your voice was raspy as you commented "I think I'm gonna end the stream here you guys" hearing complaints from everyone you were streaming with,and your chat,you said goodbye,and ended the stream.

About 2 and a half weeks later, you were dressed in a black dress, and it went to about mid thigh,with a little slit in the side.

You grabbed your purse and started to walk to where the party was being held. When you got there you realized the only people you really knew were Schlatt,Eric,Tubbo, and Tommy. Everyone else here,you only slightly knew.

You went over to Tubbo as he seemed to break apart from the rest,really not wanting to talk to Schlatt. You thought you got away with it,but obviously not as would be proven in the next few minutes.

"Hey" Tubbo said simply, leaning against a table "hey Tubbo" You smile,grabbing a drink "hey look about the stream the other night-" you go to comment,but Tubbo stops you "Schlatt took that way too far. You better not be apologizing. He needs to. I'm just sorry I didn't step in"

"No its totally fine" you say quickly,surprised since you really didn't know Tubbo liked you all that much.

Tubbo nodded,and you guys talked for a bit,and then went your separate ways. About two minutes later, you were grabbed by the elbow and dragged to a corner

"look Y/n I'm sorry... I took it way too far the other night," Schlatt says quickly. You guys were now in a pretty private place,a back room that was leading off from the party. You rolled your eyes. "Look. I said way too much in the hopes for a reaction,and I didn't mean it...I took it way too far,and I think we need to talk" Schlatt says before you could get anything out. You nodded,signaling to him to keep talking.

"Okay,I said I had an explanation but I really don't" he mutters,rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You sigh,having always had a crush on the older man,so you lean up, kissing him. To your surprise,he kisses you back,pushing you against the wall gently.

You guys made out for a few minutes before you pulled away,slowly breathing in to calm yourself down "don't ever make another comment like that again" you glare,looking uo at him.

He nods quickly "I wont" he promises softly,kissing you again.

You guys walked back out to the party,and the group came up to you "hey y/n...we just wanna say we're sorry for how we treated you"

"No problem guys" you said softly,and enjoyed the rest of your night

TADAAAAAA

Reblogs are tots welcome

#jschlatt #Jshlatt x y/n #Jshlatt x reader #Jschlatt x female reader #dsmp x reader #Dsmp x y/n #Dsmp x female reader #fluff #angst #harmful joking

[thebreadwing]

Hey, so uh-

The wilbur situation has deeply affected the mcyt community, some people just effectively just cutting his parts out while others just focusing on his character. I don't want to make this about him, but man, it is hard because he was basically just everywhere in the past 3-4ish years for me.

Anyway, the issue at hand. I have been writing this fic since august, a dsmp x qsmp oneshot crossover about fundy and slime. He's not the main focus, but his character's relationship with them is a pretty important part of the story. It basically all falls apart without their history and I think I'd have to drop it completely before I could figure out how to rewrite.

In the past, every creator controversy that was actually an issue and not just twitter piling on someone for no reason, I abandoned the work to never leave the google doc. But, like I said, I've been working on this since august AND he isn't even the main focus. I just want to know your guys' opinions on this.

Summary down below for why it'd be so hard to write him out.

So, this takes place between the funeral and creation for gegg. Slimecicle is morning in his own self-destructive way when he "dies" on the traintracks and ends up in the afterlife (train station), which is basically where players go between servers.

We have an SCU reference as he finds a bar with schlatt and fundy. They basically explain how it works, but then an argument starts. This is the part that creates an issue on if I should finish this or not.

Schlatt and fundy argue about wilbur, which causes fundy to storm out. And schlatt cares in his own way, so he asks for slime's help. Fundy and slime end up bonding over their lives and other stuff. They compare the shared people in their lives and how they changed, which includes the elephant in the room.

I'll stop sharing there, since I want some surprises if I do end up finishing it. But, yeah, I wanted to ask if anyone would be interested in reading. I'm content in shelving it like the others, but I know the feeling of a fic with the perfect premise just being dropped right out of your hands. And according to my past poll, there is a decent percentage of people who like these characters like I do.

Abuse is still abuse. Thank you for your time.

#mcyt #qsmp #dsmp #slimecicle #fundy #wilbur soot #writing #fanfiction #poll #my post

[brookynnbabygirl]

MAFIA AU c!schlatt x sheep!reader pt.1

This is my new brain rot I cannot stop thinking about this

Sheep!reader having money troubles not living in a good neighborhood and is forced to get a second job at a night club.

Y/n not a professional pole dancer and doesn’t look like they even belong in that environment at all, big doe eyes soft curves and a worried look as they mostly walk around like a lost puppy

The other dancers in skimpy little to no clothing confidently sitting on rich men’s laps or draining money from a poor suckers wallet, while your nervous and unsure as you sit at the bar hopelessly and defeated

Your stripper name? Cotten ball due to your fluffy curly hair and cute round tail peaking right behind you

As you sit your eye catches someone in the VIP booth looking back at you , a ram surrounded by a lot of other men in suits and women, his brown strong eyes undressing you slowly as you squirmed in your seat a bit

After a few minutes one of the men call you over. Your ears perk up and you gulp as you walk towards the velvety red ropes and hear a whistle calling you over

The big ram smirking as her patted his lap for you to sit, of course you follow orders and straddle him your face red and small body shivering slightly he gently holds your hips and rubs small circles with his thumb as he coos you softly near your ear since the music was loud

“Now….what’sa young pretty lamb like yourself doin here? You know there’s big mean predators who would just love to eat ya up hm?” Schlatt chuckles softly running his hands all over you and petting your head softly

The whole night the both of you talking and drinking as he slips bills and stacks of cash in your waist band and your nerves turning into attraction as you notice how handsome this ram is and tall

Your all too innocent and he knows that he wants to keep it that way, from the way your ears twitch when your stuttering or trying not to whisper to the way your cute fluffy tail wags and your small cute horns peak at the top of your head

After many hours one of his men would whisper something to him causing him to groan in annoyance and nods a bit. “Sorry doll, I’ve gotta…handle some business…but I do hope I’ll see ya round yeah?” She grinned and chuckled as you blushed red and shyly nodded

By the time your shift was over you where outside in the cold wearing a big jacket waiting for the last bus of the night

As you stood there a black car stopped and the tinted windows rolled down and heard a familiar voice tell you “come in doll….I’ll take good care of you”.

(Below is what I imagined reader was wearing at the club!)

#jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt #schlatt #mafia!au

[ohbabydollie]

Hello! I have seen your work and have lived it so I finally have mustered up the courage to send u a request! :3

Could you do some C!Schlatt x Sheep!Reader fluff? I imagine C!Schlatt being so demanding to everyone around him then just so kind and sweet to you <3

ofc!!

“I DON’T FUCKIN’ CARE WHO YOU GOTTA FUCK OR WHATEVER, GET IT DONE!” schlatt screamed into the phone before slamming it angrily meanwhile you were getting worked on rearranging his bookshelf through his request

being too impatient and just wanting to go on your lunch break you hadn’t cared to get a stepladder. you just to finish the job which proved to bite you in the ass considering there were shelves you couldn’t reach.

you had jumped against the shelf, trying to get a book down causing it to fall and hit you on the head causing you to let out a whimper and the book falling with a loud thud.

“dolly, you okay?” schlatt asks looking up from his work as you hold your head through tears and shake your head yes

Schlatt immediately gets up and walks over to you, moving your hand from the top of your head

“oh my poor little lamb” he coos, observing your injury

“i-i’m okay schlatt” you said wincing slightly at his touch

“no, no, im sorry for making you rearrange my shelf” he said before placing a kiss to your forehead

“my poor lamb, go get your coat, I’m gonna make reservations for lunch for me n’ you, okay?” he says softly as you nod

he smiles at you “go get your coat doll face, i’ll treat you” he said grinning and slapping your ass slightly when you ran off to go get your coat, watching your little tail wag slightly

schlatt didn’t care about a single person getting hurt in favor of himself, however for you he had a soft spot

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #cc!schlatt

[sardonic-the-writer]

—the red festival

SUMMARY | the day that november sixteenth became known as the red festival in history books was the day you watch your life crumble to the ground

PAIRING | various x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 10k+ words

WARNINGS | gore, death, explosions, november the 16th, etc

AUTHORS NOTES | no use of pronouns but characters use nicknames of various types. toots, mamacita, dude, etc. i've really missed just going over lore and torturing c!characters

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In this world, everyone was a drunk.

It didn't have to be alcohol that got them there—though in some cases, that was just it. No. In this world, you had seen people be driven to the edge by a variety of things that wasn't just a bottle of scotch. A pair of discs could do it. The feeling of blood dripping down a sword. Deep rooted ambition to be the ruler of nationwide kingdoms. A thirst for pride. Separated they seem so different. But put them together and it was all the same thing—sinners after their sin, blindsided by their own passion.

You hated that word. Passion.

The emotion was a dangerous thing. Almost entirely akin to fire in ways. A small flame was hopeful, but infective. Hardly able to do anything. However, with just the right amount of it, as long as it stayed reasonably contained, you could do amazing things. Shape the earth, sway the people, change the very rules to the game. But too much, and everything burns. Burns until all that's left is ash and charred bones.

Your bones had been burned enough to where you tried not to make those mistakes.

Dead eyes and a pair of nervously pursed lips stared back at you through the cracked mirror on your wall. Fingers nimbly adjusted the tie around your neck, hiding the slight tremor in them.

Schlatt—the leader of Manburg, your president—had required you to wear a suit to this evening festive. The order extended to all the cabinet members, even the vice president. He had requested the handywork of the beat tailor around. A woman named Puffy, who had been as kind as can be to you during the brief fitting that was required.

The suit and its accessories were all entirely red, different shades of the hue donning you from head to toe—ranging from ruby and rose to a deep crimson. When asked about the peculiar color scheme, Schlatt had given some sort of faint response about him not being upstaged as the only one in all black. To remind the people who was really in charge. You hadn't pressed anymore, just taking the suit and returning to your room until the next cabinet meeting.

It was where you stood now, a day later. Staring at yourself while tying the final knot on your tie, grimacing as you made the connection between it and a noose at that moment.

A hollow knock made itself at home on the surface of your mahogany door. You swiftly crossed the room to crack it open, expecting a disgruntled Schlatt to be staring you down. But you found a slightly shorter man instead, the feeling in your chest loosening as you saw the familiar blue beanie.

"Ready?" Quackity asked you, a slight dull in his otherwise bright eyes. He looked very uncomfortable right now in his suit and bow tie. The only clue that this was still the Quackity that sang songs about dicks on his wooden guitar to you was the lapis cap resting on his raven locks. And even that was out of place. It was a wonder in itself how he had managed to convince Schlatt to let him keep it included in his outfit.

You couldn't help but wonder if you looked as alien as he did in your own garb. You pushed the anxious thought down with a swallow, the effort of it harder than it had been a moment ago.

"Hey Big Q. Is he getting pissy? Are we running late?" His name didn't even need to be said. You both understood the message.

A quick glance on the clock at his wrist confirmed your suspicions as Quackity nodded, smiling shakily at you.

"Si. Last I saw, he had been downing another bottle. Scotch this time. I remember what happened last time he drank that, so I figured I'd busy myself and come get you." Quackity held his arm out to you as an offering as he spoke. You took it, closing your room door behind you as you both began to walk down the spacious hallways leading away from it.

"Ready to beat some ass?"

You shot a confused look at him before breaking out into short laughter. He had always been able to coax the sound out of you—a growing feat, considering the events of this past year. Perks of making genuine friends in a shitty position you suppose.

"Seriously? In the middle of everything, all you can think about is that little boxing event?" You chuckled as Quackitys grip on your arm tightened around you, bringing you closer to his side as he spread his other arm out dramatically. He mirrored your brief excitement, looking down at you with a toothy smile.

"I've been waiting a whole year to kick some ass man! Show everyone I'm not some useless nobody that's only around because of their pretty face. Or whatever else Schlatt says about me." The last part was more of a bitter mumble, the stench that surrounded the ram hybrids name dampening the mood.

"Hey." You knocked a fist into his shoulder softly, attempting to cheer yourself up as well as him. "I'll be rooting for you. If you want, I can bet on you. A million to one odds you get beaten, I reckon. Ducks can be pretty mean when they want to." The last part was a poor joke, but Quackity still smiled at it nonetheless, the soft yellow wings on his back twitching subconsciously at the mention of them.

"Don't bet everything, mamacita. After all. The Blade is going to make an appearance." He scratched at the back of his neck anxiously, releasing your arm from his own as you both noticed you were at the end of the lengthy hallway. Now all was left was to open the giant doors, gates were a better word for them to be honest, and step out into the sunlight.

"I remember." Your voice sobered up as a flash of pink and red crossed your mind, the memory of a golden crown and a piglin skull surfacing.

"Are you sure this plan will work?"

You were both speaking in whispers now. Quackity's hand was placed on the handle of the doors in front of you, and your knees were locked in place; the both of you ready to bolt. It was a dangerous thing to even think about these kinds of things within the capitol of Manburg, much less say it out loud. You quite liked your head on the top of your shoulders and didn't plan to have it chopped off anytime soon after all.

"I trust Tommy. If he's sure this will work, then it will." You barely whispered. Quackity frowned at your sentence, looking into your eyes as if he was searching for something. But if he found what he was looking for, he didn't say anything.

His eyes dropped to the floor as he sighed, eyes closing.

"This needs to work." His grip on the doors handle tightened to the point where his knuckles were white. Your own hands formed fists at your side, nails leaving marks in your skin. "This has to. I can't keep doing this dude. I'll go insane."

"Yeah. Me too Big Q."

And with one final look between the two of you, gazes somber and heavy as the air before a storm, the doors opened. And you went to greet the people of your nation.

The screams of the crowd around you were like those of a wild animal.

You sat in one of the many front rows, posture still as it could get. Your mouth was drawn into a thin line, watching—what had Schlatt called it, the pre-entertainment? —as one of your only friends and the president of this damned national circled each other like vultures.

Quackity looked like he wanted blood. You didn't let the smile on his face fool you for one minute: after all he had gotten quite good at faking those. From the moment he had stepped into the makeshift boxing ring, he looked like he wanted to rip Schlatts heart out. Rip it out, roast it over a fire, and fucking eat it.

Schlatt on the other hand was unreadable. All the gaudy jewelry he was always seen wearing was still on. Chains of gold and silver dangling from the sharp tips of his horns. Rings glinting with the little blood that had been shed from the fight. The smile on his face outshone the glimmer coming from them though.

He looked, well, happy to be beating the shit out of someone. Anyone. Although you hadn't expected anything else from the very man that had exiled two completely innocent people.

As a drinking cup flew past your head in the direction of the ring, just missing its mark, you had a brief thought. Wondering if the true animals were in the ring right in front of you, or gathered in the crowd you sat in so silently. The very notation that it was either made your skin crawl.

"Pretty cringe if ya ask me."

If your back could have straightened up anymore, it would have. Instead, you were left with a wide eyed expression, looking over to your left to be met with a grinning man twice your size, twin pink braids resting against his extravagant red cape.

You could barely force a sentence out.

"Yeah." You coughed lightly. "L plus ratio and all that."

The infamous Technoblade had always been an enigma to you. Depending on who you asked, you were either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky to have the weird bond you did with him. It wasn't friendship—far from it. You knew he didn't really do friendship. It was more so a strong understanding. That neither of you were to overstep on the other. To take advantage. And while that rule was mostly in place for you, because you both knew if Techno wanted to he could take everything you hold dear in a heartbeat, it worked just fine. Still. That didn't stop you from getting a little anxious around the widely dubbed Blood God.

For fucks sake. That sword at his hip looked sharp enough to cut pure netherite in half.

Techno snorted at your equally as dry response, leaning his head down to rest it in the palm of one of his hands as his eyes watched the still ongoing fight.

"Yuuup. They asked me if I wanted to try a round in there with one of em." He shook his head for a moment, and you understood why. The thought of him versus anyone you could think of was almost laughable. "I turned em down 'course. Didn't feel like stirrin up trouble before the festival."

You were just going to have to get used to speaking in code today, apparently. Technos sentence didn't carry a lot of weight for anyone but you. But maybe it was the way his red eyes were now trained on you that had you mindlessly shuffling in your seat.

"Damn. And to think I didn't bet on Quackity winning all of them just because I knew you were coming."

He laughed at that again, his baritone tone. overpowering your own.

"Saved yourself some money. Would've been nice for clout though. Always need clout."

"Yeah. Clout." You echoed back.

"So." Techno drummed his fingers on the edge of his knee, still looking at you through the stark white holes in his skull mask. "Everythin' ready for me?"

Ready for you? You wanted to say. You mean ready for the murder of a tyrant? Ready for quite possibly the very thing that could bring everything we've worked for down in one ugly swoop?

"Yeah. It's ready."

He nodded with understanding. For a moment, his hand reached out near your back like he wanted to pat it, but he stopped at the last second, awkwardly returning it to his side as he stood up stiffly.

"Gonna go check out the dunk tank." Techno cleared his throat. "If you see Fundy wandering around soaking wet later, you know where I was."

He didn't waste another second standing in between the mass of warm bodies, slipping away without so much as another look at anyone as far as you could tell. His ability to leave without even being seen was beyond you. Today, that would be crucial.

You didn't linger much longer either. After Schlatt pulled out an axe, calling over to Quackity that it was over for him, you left the area with a sympathetic look to your friend. Both of you knew Schlatt wouldn't do anything too brash in the eyes of the public. And while you guessed he didn't consider banishment three minutes after winning an election brash, outward murder was up there on his barely existent no-no list.

It was enough to drive you away from the arena at the very least.

"—ou can do th–"

"—ome on don't be a pussy Tub–"

"—you've got this."

Your aimless wandering found a target as a voice from your left drifted your way. Either the alleyway it was coming from had become sentient and named itself Tub, or a familiar brunet was pacing around it talking to himself.

You thought the latter.

Sure enough, the moment you got far enough down the dingey hallway, you spotted Tubbo in his own red suit. The ends of his coat sleeves were already fraying despite the tough material, and you didn't have to look long to find out the source of it. You remembered he had used to do the same thing to his old L'Manburg uniform; pulling at loose threads until Wilbur would take him aside and sew it back together with the few supplies they had, softy scorning him all the way.

You had a feeling Wilbur wouldn't be doing anything of the sort these days.

"Hey Tubs."

The kid in front of you jumped at your sudden appearance, quickly whirling around to face you with as serious of an expression that he could muster. Your attention was drawn to the small bumps on the top of his head—horns, you had come to realize over the course of their appearance—before flicking back down to his green eyes.

"Is something wrong? Did they find out? Is Tommy okay?"

The whirlwind of questions tumbled out of his mouth shakily. For a moment you felt like facepalming yourself. Of course he was going to assume the worst. You had just walked in on his nervous pacing with the leftovers of a somber expression on your face, curtosy of Schlatt and his diamond axe.

"Yes bossman, everything's alright. Trust me. I just heard you an wanted to make sure you weren't losing your mind." Your weak attempt to do damage control worked, watching as your words doused the nerve educed wildfire behind Tubbo's gaze.

It hurt you to see him like this. Not just because he was worried about things he shouldn't even be involved in, although that was true. It was rather that he was simply here. With a stupid fucking uniform on and what seems like the weight of the world, or at least a very populated nation, on his shoulders. You had seen men, even kings and queens twice his age, collapse under the threat of the very same thing.

If there was one thing you wanted to do today, it was to get him out of here. Back with Tommy. Where he belonged.

"It's going to be okay right?" One of his fluffy ears, a product of his hybrid genes, flicked down slightly in questioning. The way he looked at you, like you had all the answers in the world, made you believe for just a moment, that you did. That everything really would be okay. That come tomorrow morning he, and maybe even you, would be far far away from here.

Then you looked down at his trembling hands before being thrown out of your fantasy.

"Believe me Tubbo. The biggest battle you're facing right now if the one with your own mind." You smiled the biggest you could for him, dodging the question entirely as you went to muss up his hair. He responded with a playfully whine, lightly swatting at your hands with his tounge out until you stopped.

"Now come on. If you're lucky you can see if Niki's still selling pastries before our speeches."

That certainly got him going. You had to bark out a laugh as you tripped over your own two feet with the effort of trying to keep up with him as he bolted out of the alleyway, smiling.

Luckily Niki had still been selling some of her cooking, although all that had been left was a few slices of red velvet cake. The lady had given it to both you and Tubbo for free despite your stern orders not to do that, ushering you away with the excuse that your speeches were to begin soon to get out of you paying.

"Alright." You did a quick check offstage after waving Niki goodbye as she went to her seat, now speaking to Tubbo and Quackity, who had arrived with a bloody nose and triumphant grin. Apparently haven beaten Schlatt at least once during his boxing spree.

"Notecards?" You fixed Tubbo with an expecting gaze as he patted his suit pocket for security. For a moment you thought of mentioning the red cake dusted around his mouth but thought better of it.

"Check!"

"Strange lettuce metaphor?"

"Check!"

"False loyalty for Manburg?"

"Check."

"And our hype man?" You turned to Quackity, who was already looking at you smugly with a pair of finger guns.

"Right here mamacita!"

Tubbo's brows furrowed for a moment.

"Mamacita? What does that mean?"

You felt your neck flush as Quackity looked at you before bursting out into laughter, embarrassment flooding through your veins.

"Don't worry about it Tubs." You grumbled, face flaming as you jabbed Quackity in the ribs so hard he gasped.

"Ay ay! Easy on the goods!" He giggled. "Besides, I could call you a whooole lot worse than mamacita."

"He sure could."

Just like that your shoulders tensed and feet set themself at a center. Tubbo and Quackity followed suit, watching as you cleared your throat to address the newly arrived president.

"Schlatt." You nodded with as much respect that you could muster right now. The smell of booze and smoke didn't miss your calculated senses as the goat man sneered—or was that a grin?—in your direction.

"Mr. President." He corrected you for the millionth time since you had started working under him.

"Mr. Schlatt then." And like always, you met his demand halfway, taking nervous pleasure in the way his eyes narrowed every time you tested his patience.

He grumbled but did nothing more. Simply making his way over to Quackity's side and throwing an arm over his vice president harshly. As always, he looked all but mildly interested. Like all this was underneath him. It was strange really, how much he claimed to despise Wilbur. They were both so alike in the end. Both businessmen with ambitions that reached for the stars. Both mortals who held them at the position of a god. Both atomic bombs with an expiration date that refused to acknowledge that fact.

"I hope you pussies are ready to wow everyone." He cackled gleefully; eyes unblinking as his cold gaze fell to your own. "Blow them away, even."

"Yeah well—" Quackity pried himself away from Schlatt, although didn't stray far at the glare he was sent. "—we just need you to get it started. Everyone is waiting for you."

Schlatt just rolled his eyes. "Sure. Send your fucking boss away why don't you, Flatty Patty?"

Much to you and the others relief however he dragged himself away toward the stage steps, checking his appearance out in the reflection of the black tarp like curtains that drapped around all sides of the stage: save the front.

It was all you could do now to not grab Tubbos arm and run in the opposite direction. You had made too many promises to do that though. You weren't going to ruin it all by running away now. And you were most certantly not about to abandon her. L'Manburg meant too much to too many people, yourself included.

You listened to the screeching feedback of a mic as Schlatt stepped onto the stage and into the veiw of hundreds of people, tapping the microphone to make sure it worked.

"Uh, hello everybody!" The tumultuous roar of applause that greeted his words was like a splash of poison to you. "And welcome to the festival of Manberg! Manberg’s festival!"

From your stance you could see the orange form of Fundy jumping up and down not too far away from you, hat going slightly askew as he yelled his praises.

Quackity joined in, faking an excited giggle just loud enough for the mic nearby to pick up.

"Yes sir!! Yes sir!" He glanced at you as a reminder, and you plastered a perfect PR smile across your face at the look. It was all about keeping up appearances to the very end after all.

"Awesome!" Schlatt grinned. "I’ve invited all the citizens of Manberg and some very close friends of mine to enjoy the festivities that have—that this, uh, nation—something—I don’t know."

"Yeah, the thing!"

"Basically, I just wanted to throw a party! You guys know me—" The whistles and shouts of the crowd didn't stop even at his lackluster speech, only growing. "—I'm a nice guy! I enjoy a good party, y’know? So, uh, I decided to put one together for you all."

There goes Fundy again, his tail wagging with anticipation as he looked up at Schlatt like he was his savior. You remembered a time when he had looked at Wilbur like that too.

Come to think of it, so had you. At least until those frantically written letters from Tommy had started to come by crow in the dead of night.

"So we could all partake in this—in this beautiful count—in the f—in the fruits of this beautiful country!" Schlatt hiccupped.

"I'm going to be honest ladies and gentlemen. Let's get all the boring shit out of the way. None of you came here for the politics or the government stuff, although maybe Techno did—" His malicious joke fell flat as he singled out the warrior; whom of which was easy to spot as all the seats in the crowd surrounding him were empty, people too afraid to sit near him. He simply offered a short and awkward laugh, fiddling with one of his many weapons. Seemingly to pass time.

"—so let's get all that out of the way with some speeches? Yeah? A bit off schedule but who the fuck cares am I right!"

With the way everyone shouted their approval to him, you had no doubt that they would agree with everything he said in that moment. You would be lying if you didn't say that the thought made you sick to your stomach.

"Now let's get our lovely Secretary of State up here!" Schlatts voice boomed. It was nearly impossible to miss your cue as the words wrapped you in a tight squeeze, expelling all the air from your lung like a boa constrictor. Or maybe that feeling spawned from the way Schlatt was looking at you, blood red eyes dragging over your face with a sudden soberness.

Wooden steps creaked under your weight as you climbed the few stairs it took to get on stage. Instead of meeting the crowds prying eyes, you stared straight at Schlatt. Who you found had, again, already been looking at you with a self satisfied smirk.

His fingers brushed yours as he handed over the mic, leaving prickly feeling like thorns in their wake. One of his hands went to cover the mic as he bent down to whisper in your ear, lips pulled into a cruel smile that could seem genuine from afar.

"Fuck this up—" He hissed through clenched teeth. "—slander my name—" His grip on your shoulder tightened without you knowing it had even been there in the first place. "—even so much as think of mentioning your little friends on the rooftops of my city—" He pulled back to look you in the eyes. To watch as they drained of any hope you had garnered before stepping out into the open. "—and I kill everyone."

Then he left.

Was this the feeling Daedalus had consume him as he watched his son die? As he watched the boy who flew too close to the sun fall through the bitter winds and delve into the unforgiving sea that would become his grave?

It sure seemed like it.

"Hello, fair and prosperous members of Manburg." You settled for rotating eye contact between the only pink haired members of the crowd, refusing to look at anyone else but Techno and Niki as cold dread set in.

"It has been a challenge, working for this nation." Some whispers followed your words, no doubt speaking on the fact that you were one of the original founders of L'Manburg, and there for your word was the be scrutinized. "But it has been a privilege."

You watched from your pedestal as Techno raised an eyebrow slowly in your direction. Your speech was beginning to sound more and more like a death sentence and less of a political declaration. Although, hadn't Schlatt made it that way the second he revealed the knowledge of your plans? And hadn't you set it in motion the second you mistook him for a foolish drunkard, unable of sniffing out what you had been planning.

"Your leader—my leader—JSchlatt has done a great deal for this nation. Tearing down our countries ensnaring cage—" Your shaking hand extended to present the sight of the lack of obsidian walls, earning a few murmurs of appreciation in the process.

"He has turned us into a self-reliant nation, dependent on no one but ourselves." You swallowed as you thought of what you were supposed to say next. No, it wasn't what you had planned last night hunched over your desk, still believing you had a chance to get out of here with your friends; but rather what Schlatt had laid out for you moments ago. A choice.

Shall you die a rebel? Going out in flames with your friends, never to be resurrected again? Or would you live a reluctant traitor? Turned away by the only people who you knew still cared, and taunted by your enemy?

One last look at Schlatt was enough to make up your mind. And he knew it, spreading his lips into a shit eating grin that stretched ear to ear.

"And because of these new developments in our economy, I have come to realize the truth. That I, one of the cofounders of this land, hereby renounce all notions of the dead nation of L'Manburg—" You heard gasps ring from the crowd like an executioner announcing your fate. "—and pledge myself to the great Manburg!"

You finally saw what Schlatt had been talking about the moment those words left your lips. Two cloaked figures, one much taller than the other, stood on the top of a nearby building. Only one of them had their hood down, the expressionless face of Wilbur Soot—a madman living in the shell of what had once been your most trusted friend—staring you down without a word.

One look at the crowd below you told you all you needed to know. Nikis face was stained with angry tears, Fundy looking at you with an expression similar to the one someone would make after being slapped in the face. Even Techno was gone. Come to think of it, he had been gone for a while now, surely driven away by your betrayal, even if it was fake.

And as the cold hand of the devil rested itself upon your right shoulder, maniacal laughter spilling from his lips, you heard the words that would take your second life.

"I really didn't expect you to go that far toots" Schlatt snickered, not even caring that the microphone was picking up his every word. The nickname he adorned you with made you snarl, earning a laugh from him "Really a nice effort to keep your friends alive. Can't say the same for you though. Techno? You can come on out now big guy."

You pinpointed the exact moment your heart dropped to your toes as the Blood God appeared out of thin air, a crossbow pointed straight between your eyes. A few particles, no more visible than the smoke from a hot mug of tea, rolled off his shoulders and arms in waves. An invisibility potion then. A damn good one too from the looks of it.

"Oh." You spoke with surprising calmness, voice soft. "Thats where you went."

"Sorry." He rumbled out an apology, shrugging like he was discussing what to have for dinner with you and not preparing to shoot you point blank "He offered me more money. And blood."

"I really wouldn't try running if I were you by the way. Heard this guy can kill anything from over a mile away with just a rock." Schlatt patted Techno on the back with a twisted sort of pride—like a hunter displaying a trophy—and you watched as the pinkette stiffened. None of the friendliness he always showed you anytime you would happen to cross his path. Just the dead eyes of a mercenary with a job to do.

"Any last words, oh dear secretary of state?" Schlatt clapped his hands together with a sickly sweet smile, canine's sharper than ever as he looked down on you.

You took a breath.

"Wilb—"

"Too late!"

And then your world exploded in stars of red, white and blue.

You really hoped no one would ask you what being dead felt like.

That would be a real pain in the ass to talk through.

The closest you could get to describing it was silence. Not just in the normal sense. Although that were true as well. Nothing made a noise in the black surrounding you had found yourself encased in. One could speculate that it might be the darkness of a coffin, your dead body buried in it for all eternity. But you immediately knew that wasn't true. The soupy expanse before you stretched out for miles and miles in each direction. You didn't know how you knew that, you just did.

You had been here once before. When you were but a mere five years old. The time in your life for chasing balls down the street into traffic and scaling trees as high as your mother would let you. Ironically it had been neither of those things that had gotten you killed. Rather, it was the prick of a rusty nail from your banged up red wagon you had loved at the time. You hadn't known it then, but from that point on, it would take a week for you to die painfully, your body failing prey under the hands of tetanus.

Maybe if you had known what was to become of your future, what was to become your very destiny, then you wouldn't have waisted one of your lives on a stupid fucking wagon.

It wasn't long before that serine silence was broken with the muffled sounds of yelling. If you stretched your ears hard enough, you could barely make out the sounds of explosions. Screaming, pleading. You couldn't tell if they were echos of your last moments, or simply the aftermath of it. Both seemed plausible in that moment as you laid there, floating everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"—ind our way."

"—xplain to them–"

"—uck off bitc–"

It was fitting that the last sense to come back to you was sight. After all, you had been killed with a shot from a crossbow no less than two inches from your eyes, the ammunition consisting of some stupidly over powered fireworks.

But it did come back. And wherever you were certainly wasn't your bed—the spawn point that had been set ages ago within the walls of L'Maburg turned Manburg. That was evident enough with the way a sky full of colors blazed overhead, smoke purging its normally beautiful hue.

"Hey. Hey! Holy fucking shit balls! Their awake!"

There was only one person that thick accent and crude language could belong too, and you had been long overdue for a visit with him.

Your vocal cords strained for a syllable to grasp onto, failing pathetically as a weak zombie like groan fell from your lips.

"Bruhh. They just died and are already tryin' to try hard life again." A vice directly in your ear chuckled, and you couldnt stop the feeling of dread as you pinpointed who it was.

"Woah, hey. Calm down man. I'm not gonna hurt you or anythin'." Technos grip around you tightened as he kept you from wiggling out of his arms. You heard Tommys loud protests for him to stop manhandling you and eventually Techno sighed, releasing you from the bridal position he had you in—presumably because you had been dead moments ago and weren't really able to walk on your own.

Of course, your legs gave out almost immediately. Against your better judgment, you grabbed onto Techno's plush red cape to steady yourself, drawing a grunt from him as he was jerked back slightly at your added weight.

"Go—" You panted with the effort of speaking, feeling like you could down an entire gallon of water right now. "—fuck yourself Technoblade."

"Yeah, okay I deserve that."

"Holy shit!" Both of your attentions turned to Tommy as he stared at your wobbly figure with his jaw open.

Techno silently asked permission to rest hand on your shoulder, and when you shot a scathing glare his way be backed off, although keeping a close enough distance for you to grab onto his cape.

"Hey Tommathy." You sounded awful and everyone knew it. The words coming out of your mouth were less like words and more like nails on a chalkboard. Not fingernails, literal nails. Like the ones you hammered into coffins.

Okay. Not the best analogy at the moment.

"Here, take this." Tommy patted his pockets for a moment before looking at Techno with a small grin, laughing nervously. The taller man just grumbled something inaudible, rummaging in his own pockets for a moment before bringing out something and beginning to hand it to you.

"Wait no I want to give it to them!"

Techno paused and you could almost hear him rolling his eyes with a small smile as he tossed it over to Tommy, who then proceeded to proudly march what you now knew was a bottle of water over to you.

You heard Techno sigh as he watched you spectate the glass of clear liquid. You didn't care. Let the pink bastard be annoyed. You were allowed some suspicion. He had just killed you after all.

"You don't think that if I wanted to kill you again—" Again. There it was. "—that I would have done it already?"

"Yeah well to be fair, I don't really give shit." You popped the cap with one of your thumbs before tilting your head back to down the entire glass, dropping it on the grass beneath your feet when you were finished.

"Alright I deserved that too."

"Wait a minute." Finally, your legs had started to feel more like some half-frozen jello concoction instead of pure jelly, just enough to where you could weakly push yourself off Techno's cape. Which you think both you and he appreciated. "Where are we?"

The trees and fauna that surrounded you were alien in nature. Of course, you knew that you were in a forest, but you had spent your entire life on this server and had never once seen trees as tall and wide as these. It hadn't been smoke blocking out the beautiful blues of the sky earlier like you thought, but instead clusters of thick branches: the leaves preventing any sunlight from reaching the three of you.

"Well, we were supposed to be at our super secret top base a couple minutes ago, but then you woke up." Tommy puffed his chest out at the mention of his hideaway. A faint name you hadn't heard in a few weeks came to mind, and you let it roll off your tounge as you realized where exactly this forest lead.

"Pogtopia. You're taking me to Pogtopia."

Tommys prideful grin and Techno's overwhelming silence only confirmed your fears.

"No. No you can't fucking take me to Pogtopia. Certainly not with him." Your words tumble over each other in a verbal avalanche as you jutted an aggressive thumb behind you at Techno, really hoping that he was still there and that you didn't look like an idiot pointing at nothing.

"I told ya they wouldn't like it."

"Shut the fuck up Big T, I'm trying to work here." Tommy snapped. And for a moment you could see the fear in his baby blue eyes. It was so hard to remember that he was just a kid sometimes. With Tubbo, at least his boyish face made it easier for others to remind themself that he was still a little kid. One that had been thrust into the harsh spotlight of the world. But Tommy? Little Tommy that had been so eager to grow up and be like his Wilbur? He had been pushed away from the limelight from the very moment L'Manburg's construction had begun. He was the waterboy, running around both literally and metaphorically behind the scenes trying to keep everything together. Loosing what had little childlike quality he had about him in the first place.

In some ways, Tommy was still a scared child. But in most? He was now a soldier with too many scars to bear. And he would have to live with all of them for the rest of his last life.

So you took a breath and steadied yourself in the moment. If not for you, then for Tommy. The boy that could outshine Helios himself.

"I trust you Tommy. I told Tubbo that the day of the festival, however long ago that was. I don't know right now and personally I don't care. So if you think that taking me to Pogtopia really will do some good, then let's go."

Tommy blinked at you once. It reminded you of the way a raccoon would, tilting its head gently while looking at a bag full of chips it wanted to steal. But Tommy wasn't a raccoon, and you weren't a bag of chips. You were just two people that had been through hell and back and then to hell and back again.

"Yeah." He spoke softly, and for a moment you thought you saw his eyes gloss over as he sniffled before the blonde turned away sharply. "It's not far from here, so you shouldn't have much trouble walking. Unless Mr. Blade here wants to, uh, carry you?"

"No."

"Yeah okay. Thought so."

"Will you at least let him, fucken, explain what happened then?"

Your eyes narrowed as you stared down Tommy, before eventually grunting with reluctant nod.

"Not much to explain." Techno shrugged, his many accessories clinking together with the effort. "Schlatt found out 'bout our plan and I had ta make some last minute changes. Couldn't tell ya, you were too close to Schlatt at the moment. Really am sorry 'bout the whole fireworks thing."

"Did he really make an offer to you? For blood and all?"

"Mm. Yeah. I accepted at the time ta keep up appearances, but it came in handy when things went south."

Tommy nodded along with Techno's words, occasionally backing him up with a yeah! Or, that's right!

"So you're telling me." You squinted. "That you really didn't want to kill me?"

"Ehhh not really." Techno shook his head. "I like blood sure, blood for the blood god and all that, but you're alright."

It might not seem like much of a compliment, but you knew when I came to Technoblade that any form of praise was to be appreciated.

"Alright." You finally relented. "Just—don't do it again."

"Wasn't plannin on it." He snorted. And with that you all set off again.

Tommy really hadn't lied about the distance it took to get to Pogtopia. The walk hadn't taken much longer than a simple ten minutes, half of those ten slowed by your constant need for breaks and water. You hadn't remembered dying being this annoying after coming back to life—which you still had question's about regarding why you hadn't spawned in your bed—but then again you had been five. And considering you couldn't remember where you put your own shoes half the time, it wasn't a surprise you had forgotten about the side effects. The very annoying, very exhausting side effects.

Eventually you noticed the changes in your surroundings. Animal sightings were few and far between now—the something going for any kind of colorful plant life. Even the birds had stopped singing, leaving the three of you to walk in an eerie silence that was occasionally broken by Tommys warbly singing—a habit he had picked up during the war you recalled. Now all that was left were trees that were getting bigger and thicker with every step.

All of it led up to one big crack in the ground, Tommy stopping at the bane of it with what could only be described as a tense smile. As you looked over his shoulder and down the edge, vertigo gripped you by the neck and shook you around like a rag doll. You had to scramble backwards, only being able to catch a glimpse of winding staircases leading up and down the walls of mother nature's natura crater.

"Home sweet fucking home. Hope you like potatoes."

Spoiler alert, you did like potatoes. You liked these ones quite a lot actually.

After getting over the fact that they had been grown with dirty rain water and expired seeds, you had taken tentative bites from the first healthy food you had laid eyes on in months. When you were back at Manburg, under the constant watch of Schlatt and all his cronies, you had grown distrustful. That extended to everyone from the servants that were required to clean your room (you had made a hidey-hole for important things inside the foundation of your bedframe) to the gardeners that trimmed trees outside your two story high window (you ended up purchasing a sheet of glass from a local blacksmith on the downlow, the brittle material enchanted so that way you could see out of it, but nobody could see in) and even the cooks that would prepare your meal.

You had taken to relying just on Niki for food. But the baker only knew how to make sweet treats. So as a result, you had been left brushing your teeth twice as long every night after surviving a day on cakes and cookies, praying your teeth wouldn't fall out at a moment's notice.

It's strange, really, how that's what you chose to think about as you sat around a makeshift cobblestone table, munching on potatoes as news of death and despair was retold to you in a detail so deep your skin prickled with the effort. You had come to learn that human mind worked in strange ways when it came to grief. But you really didn't really think potatoes would be the thing to calm you after everything.

You didn't like being alone. Especially not in Pogtopia. Surrounded by stoney (no pun intended) walls that frowned down upon you, all the cracks and crevices filled in with buttons of all types. Wooden buttons, stone buttons, metal buttons, glass buttons. All begging to be pressed. In a moment of curiosity, you had considered the possibility of pushing one before dispelling the thought as quickly as it had come. Waving it away with a pass of your hand like a smoker would do to smoke.

The human mind was a dangerous thing when left unattended to. You knew that. You had seen it one too many times in the eyes of madmen as you walked down the streets at night. And even in the eyes or rich nobles who had hoarded their wealth all to themself, becoming consumed with so much of their own greed they were simply a sick personification of a dragon.

For once it wasn't any of them you had to worry about. Rather yourself. You and the tiny pile of potatoes Techno had oh so graciously left for you in a neat stack as he and Tommy left. Something about a rescue mission and you not being allowed, which torn you between insisting you came with them to give Schlatt hell (if he was even still alive) and staying to rest. But you had ultimately made your decision, one last longing look at the food enough to tip you over the edge.

Still. Something didn't feel right. Something had been bubbling in your chest like molten lead ever since you set your eyes on Pogtopias chambers, air bubbles occasionally surfacing in the thick stew and popping, lighting up your brain with the answer for just a moment before dying out and simmering away. And each time you had to resist the urge to groan in frustration like a child faced with a list of chores.

What had Wilbur always mumbled when you used to peak into his office, finding him looking out his window? A symphony this, symphony that. An unfinished symp-

An unfinished symphony.

The lava in your chest had reached it boiling point.

You looked, and I mean really looked, at your surroundings now. All the buttons surrounding you from wall to wall. The faint smell of gunpowder and red stone. How bits of sand were scattered all across the floor, practically sticking to your already battered shoes.

"Oh Wilbur. Oh no Wilbur."

You could do nothing but stare at the pieces to the puzzle your former leader had left behind for you to find.

He really had gone mad.

"I need him." You numbly realized through a cloudy haze in your mind that only a few other people knew about what Wilbur was planning. Did Techno? Did Tommy? Was that they he had looked so saddened when he had gazed out upon this cesspool he called home? Watching as you walked around it, not knowing what sins had been committed in its very walls. Even if that was the case, Tommy was long gone now. On his way back to that damned country of Manburg. Probably already there too, along with thousands of other people that Wilbur planned to bring to an end.

"I need him." This time you were actually moving. Really moving, searching for anything to write with and write on. Eventually you gave up on going formal and ripped part of your pant leg off, dipping your forefinger in some coal dust that had gathered on the floor to write a message to someone. Someone you hadn't talked to in years.

Wil's gone crazy. Lots of death. L'Manburg. Hurry. Find me.

You paused for a brief moment before adding something that you knew would get your old friends attention.

Techno's here. Need help

"Goddamnit this better work. Now let's see if I still remember how to do this."

Fingertips tasting of ash and coal placed themselves on the inside of your mouth- forming a familiar shape as you blew out harshly, a high pitched whistle following suit.

You didn't have to wait long to bear the fruits of your labor. Only a few seconds of tense silence consumed your time before a jet black crow appeared out of nowhere and landing on your shoulder. Looking at you, it tilted its head sassily, almost as if asking what are you waiting for?

Handing it the piece of fabric with seldom a sentence on it, you nodded at the intelligent creature.

"You know what to do."

You imagined if crows could roll their eyes, this one would have. But it flew off without another second despite its attitude anyways, the only evidence left behind that it had even been there a sleek feather that stuck itself stubbornly in your hair.

It had the easy job. Now it was your turn to carry the weight and find your old friend.

Well, at least before he could commit mass genocide.

The gentle sound of guitar strings being plucked in harmony filled your ears as a soft summers breeze tickled your face.

You would be a fool to call this moment heavenly. Anyone would. It was far from perfection. The holes in your clothes and sunkenness of your cheeks were evident enough of your struggles.

But for a moment, all of that was tossed aside as you leaned against the man next to you, reveling in the warmth that radiated from him even in the hot afternoon.

"Careful there love." Wilbur chuckled, pausing the playing of his guitar to adjust the strings. "Get anymore comfortable and I'll have to carry you back to the van at this rate. Can't be having my best soldier falling asleep on me in the middle of a war."

"We're not on the battlefield though, general." You had used the title jokingly, but a sliver of respect still shimmied its way in there somewhere. It always had and always would for as long as you stood by his side.

"You jest." The British man hummed with approval as he got one of the tunes on his guitar just right, moving on the fix another. "But both you and I know war will never end. Not for people like us."

Your brows furrowed. The blanket both of you were sitting on to protect your legs from the prickly grass shifted as you sat up straighter.

"What do you mean Wil." You frowned. He looked up at you through his lashes, wiry glasses threatening to fall of his long nose before he pushed them up. "We're this close to winning L'Manburg from Dream. She'll finally be real. Your lifes work taken form—our lifes work."

"And how right you are." As the end of his sentence trailed off into nothingness, you raised an eyebrow, recognizing the fact he was about to go on another one of his poetic tangents.

"But?"

"But I am simply a conductor. And orchestrator, if you will, of something much bigger than me. L'Manburg is my unfinished symphony. Always had been and always will." You recognized the far away look in Wilbur's eyes as he stared at you, gently resting his guitar to the side as he took one of your hands in both of his. "This is a song that could, and very well might, go on for ages. Swelling and crescendoing for all eternity."

The though brough a smile to your cheeks. The very same ones that turned hot as Wilbur reached a hand up to cup your jaw with a prideful smile.

"But even as she does on, my dear soldier, once the reins have even taken from me forcefully—a thing all people in power have to go through—the tune will change. Not enough for anyone to notice the difference, oh no. But just enough to where it's always in the back of your mind, nagging you. Screaming and yelling with such an insignificant voice that something is wrong. No one will notice before it's too late and everything comes crashing down from above."

"I'm not sure I understand Wil."

"What I'm trying to say, darling, is that this symphony, as unfinished as it will always be, needs to end with me. By my hands and my hands only. Poetic, isn't it? Built and destroyed by the very same man?"

"You're always poetic, oh esteemed general." You mumbled in amusement. He had lost you again amidst his ramblings, as he always did. But as the rough callous of his thumb ran itself tenderly across the skin on your cheek, you couldn't find it in yourself to really care about anything else.

"Me and you." Hed whispered to you then. "You and I. Our beautiful nation—"

"—together until the end."

Wilbur finished the memory for you as you stepped into the bunker you had been looking for.

It took you exactly one try for you to be able to find him.

It wasn't hard really. You knew that if Wilbur hadn't wanted to be found, then he wouldn't have. If he hadn't wanted you to see the gunpowder on Pogtopias ground, or all the ominous buttons decorating the walls, he wouldn't have. But he did. He wanted you here with him. To witness the great end he had spoken about all those years ago atop a grassy hill. To end what you both had started. Together.

"What fools we were, my old friend." A laugh as bitter as black coffee spilled from Wilbur. He stood against a carefully chiseled wall, lyrics you wished you didn't recognize but still scribbled all over the hollow room like something from a horror movie.

"Since when did we become old friends? Last I checked you were wishing me luck on the downfall of Manburg." It took little effort to speak to him this way. Wilbur had aways been the one person you understood completely. Even now as he laid out a room full of mass destruction in front of you weren't surprised. Dread ridden and horrified maybe, but surprised? When it came to the two of you, neither ever were with the other.

"That was before today's festival though, wasn't it?"

"Both you and I know what I said wasn't true." So this was still the same man that had stared you down from a rooftop as you announced your false allegiance to Manburg. "I was killed by how unimpressed Schlatt was with my performance, remember?"

"Don't—" He held out a hand, hissing angrily. "—say his name. Not you, You don't get to say his name when you're with me."

"What am I, your dog?" You asked, incredulous he would go as far to demand you not speak certain things. "Grow up Wilbur and stop throwing a pity party in your doomsday room like a child. So you lost. You lost the election. You didn't lose me or the dozen other people that would die for you in a heartbeat, and you sure as hell didn't lose Tommy."

He flinched at the mention of the young blonde. Good. Let him stew in the fact he had fucked up. And he really had fucked up. Hard.

"Now come on. I'm tired of fighting today, Wil." The old nickname slipped out as easily as it always had. You supposed even with months of separation there were some old habits you hadn't been able to break. You saw his cold gaze soften in the heat of your words. "Let's go see if we can find everyone, yeah? Try and work this out. Show everyone you're not the bad guy you so desperately want to be."

"You—"

"Mate? What are you doing?"

Both of you froze, albeit for different reasons. Suprise melted into disbelief as you turned on your heal to be met with a set of brilliant black wings, the owner of them watching the both of you curiously.

"Phi." You breathed out, going to hug him tightly. The man wavered in his own moment of surprise before eventually embracing you back, although it didn't last long before he pulled away, eyes flickering down to the missing piece of fabric on your leg with realization.

"I would ask how Techno's doing, but I'm just glad I found you in the first place mate." His tone was serious as he scanned your face, hands resting on the sides of your shoulders like a security blanket. "The crows had a harder time locating you than usual. I just barely stumbled in here on my own anyways. And speaking of which—" His eyes, aged with years of experience and worry, flicked from your face to around the room before eventually landing on the only other person in the room.

"Wil? What's going on? What are you doing."

"Hello dad." Wilbur's voice shook like a child's when they got lost in the grocery store. "I assume they called you?"

"Yeah. And I think for a pretty good reason too, son." Phil took a small step away from you and toward Wilbur instead, the latter stiffening and shuffling closer to the wall behind him.

"What is this place?" Phil sounded more sullen than you had ever heard.

"Okay—I will admit. It's, uh. Do you know what this button is?"

Wilbur stepped to the side just enough to reveal what he had been standing in front of. It was a button, no larger than the size of your palm, with a red x slashed through it.

"Uh huh. I have a feeling I do." Phil spoke cautiously. You had a feeling you did too.

"Have you heard the—the song—" He pointed to the walls. "—on the walls? Before? Have you heard the song? I was just saying—I made this big point and it made—it was poignant, and it was the—it’s um—" He looked at the walls like a man trying to remember his past. "There was a special place, where men could go. But that’s not there anymore, you know? It’s not—"

"It is there!" Phil shouted over his rambling. "You've just gone and won it back Wilbur!"

"PHIL- I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON, PHIL!"

Both of you waited with bated breath as he tugged at his hair violently, and for just a moment you saw his bloodied scalp. Presumably from where he had done that many times before.

"I’ve been here—I've been here like seven or eight times! I’ve been here—seven or eight times!" Wilbur laughed a cruel laugh, his eyes darting from your face and Phils.

You watched as he took a breath.

"There was a saying. Uh—by a traitor uh—once part of L’Manburg. A traitor, I don’t know if you’ve heard about Eret?" The last part of his sentence was meant for Phil, but at the mention of her name you swallowed down years of tears. Yeah. You remembered them.

"They had a saying." He finally looked at you, offering a small smile. The same smile that got you into all of this in the first place. The same smile that you had loved to see while sitting round a fire, looking at the stars and telling tall tales. The same smile you once had pledged you would follow to the ends of the earth.

"It was never meant to be."

And then he slammed his hand down on the button.

Later you would remember the scream that drew itself from your throat. The way Phils wings covered you as a protective barrier, their soft material deflecting the heat of the TNT that exploded all around you.

But in the moment, all you could focus on was the way Wilbur's flesh sizzled and his bones charred. Burnt with the passion for his country.

Burnt with something that, indeed, was never meant to be.

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