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sapnapity · 3 years

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- “The smell of alcohol” Dad!Schlatt + Reader

Pronouns Used: They/Them

Warnings: Alcohol use, death, referenced abuse (physical and verbal), angst

Word count: 1018

(gif not mine!)

The smell of alcohol used to be haunting, serving only as a cruel reminder of the consequences of the man that you once considered your father coming back from the bar late at night and the slurred words that are now forever burned into your mind. A reminder of why you flinched when someone raised their hand to you and why you got scared when someone drank.

It had been years since you last saw him, leaving with no goodbye, it’s not like he’d be sober enough to remember it anyway.That was until he came to L’manburg, the nation you often visited for the few friends you had there. Stood on the podium, giving the speech was the dad you once knew, maybe after your disappearance he decided to get his life in order, sort himself out. Or maybe. you thought as you glanced over to the young boy that was now working for him after he became president, it was for the child he abandoned when the child couldn’t yet speak. You watched from a distance in hope that he’d treat Tubbo better than he had treated you. A part of yourself knew that he wouldn’t.

You stopped watching after a short while, stopped listening to the news that spread, stopped seeing everyone. It wasn’t exactly hard. Everyone was too preoccupied with the upcoming war to question your hasty disappearance. Seeing him, hearing that booming, powering voice was too much to handle. Too much to listen to. It brought you back to the mornings when you’d leave your room to see the scattered empty bottles, him passed out on the sofa, and the food in the cabinets moldy and expired. It brought you back to the smashing of bottles when he’d get angry, and him stumbling through the door, his eyes locking you on you like a predator locks on its prey. The aftermath when he’d have a hangover and you’d have wounds that would last a lifetime.

A letter arrived one day, through the slot in your door like usual, expectations were that it was news of the war, maybe someone checking up on you. The envelope was sealed tight, with no address, just the messy handwriting of the man that appeared in your nightmares and left injuries that were permanently etched onto your once untouched body. “To Y/N” It read. Trembling hands opened the envelope.

‘To Y/N,

I fucked up. I fucked up with raising you. I fucked up badly. I realized this when you left. I should have been better. I wanted to be better. I’m going to be better. Even if it’s not to you, but to Tubbo. I regret abandoning him. I’m going to try and repair what is broken. I can’t remember exactly what I said or did to you, I suppose I was too drunk to remember. I hope you’re well, I don’t know where you live now, it’s unlikely you’ll be receiving or even decide to read this, but if by some miracle you are, there are some things I wish I could have said more. Like I love you, and I’m proud of you and how you strong you are after everything I assume I put you through. I love you my dear.

- Jschlatt’

Tears welled up in your eyes, a hand cupping your mouth. You couldn’t forgive him, not just yet anyways. He had put you through so much pain, so much suffering. And so why did you heart hurt at the thought of never speaking to him again? Before you could even question what you were doing, you grabbed your coat, heading out the door into the freezing cold, through the snow and to L’manburg. Your dad’s nation.

Except when you got there, it wasn’t him on the podium anymore, with his booming voice and tall stature, the sunlight hitting his horns. It was Tubbo. Your half brother, The one who you’d been watching over and your heart dropped into your stomach, your ears ringing. You ran into the middle of the seating area.

“W-Where’s Schlatt?” You stammered out, your eyes wide in fear, Schlatt wouldn’t give up the power that easily, not when the exiled individuals were sat in the seats just steps away.

“Y/N. We got rid of him. We got our nation back. Isn’t it great?” It felt like your breath had been taken away, ripped from your lungs as your vocal cords snapped. Powerless, helpless as you stood there.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted us to succeed?” Tommy spoke up, your vision became blurry, you couldn't do anything. You couldn’t be the one to kill him. You couldn't say goodbye. Your knees felt week, collapsing onto the ground as you let out a guttural scream, one that would leave your throat raw and voice gone. Tears uncontrollably ran down your face.

“That was our dad TUBBO! OUR DAD!” You wailed. “You killed our dad!”

“He killed himself from drinking!” He snapped back. Jschlatt didn’t change at all. He lied. He’s a liar. That’s all he’ll ever be.

The weeks following you drunk yourself to misery, hangovers on the daily and bottles scattered across the floor. Picking up a pen and paper you began to write.

‘To Schlatt,

If you could take it all back, would you? Would you hold me gain and tell me how proud you are of me? Would you smile as you read me bed time stories and pick me up when I fell over? Or would you be the reason I fell over, would you pass out on the couch again and reek of alcohol? I question this every day. I understand now. Alcohol used to smell horrific, haunting. I now know why you drank so much. It’s a shield to block out the knowledge that you’re gone. Even your meanest words now are something I miss. The permanent wounds on my body serves as a reminder of you were, what you did to me and all the memories we made when you were sober. Even after everything you’ve done. I miss you dad.

- Y/N

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#mcyt angst #mcyt x reader #dadschlatt tubbo au #dadschlatt x reader #dadschlatt #jschlatt x reader #dad!schlatt

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crystalcow · 3 years

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Hey if your requests are open still can you do something with headcannons of c!schlatt dating reader who has a toddler already? Maybe 2 or 3 years old? (And maybe his reaction to the kid calling him dad :3)

𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡//𝐽𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡

Masterlist

Schlatt x reader !c !mom reader

Pronouns: she/her (I can make Gn or male versions if requested!)

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, death

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Schlatt was a very lonely man

So when his good buddy Wilbur set him up on a blind date

He didn’t really expect much

Usually all of his past relationships ended up in schambles

So he drank his feelings away

Then the ram hybrid met with the most beautiful women

Her hair was perfectly dolled up

The dress she wore looked amazing

So he didn’t expect after walking down the pathway to bump into someone

And then falling in love

No it’s cheezy but it happened

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

You were racing back home before it got dark

You were running some necessary errands trying your quickest to just go home

But then you crashed into this random man

You looked up scratching the horns on your head

Turns out you both had the same thing

You could’ve sworn that his eyes like sparkled

He was dressed in a nice fancy suit

One that you could never afford

You got distracted by him but then frowned once noticing the bags on the floor

“Oh crap sorry, here let me help you”

Oh?

He was nice too?

Didn’t mean you could trust him

“Aw damn the ice cream melted!”

Yeah now you were distracted

So he gave you his comm number

“I’ll take you to get some more I promise”

And that was the start of something unexpected

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧

Oh god you were freaking out

Your little one was making grabby hands at you as you just paced around the kitchen

Heart to brrr

So he called

A lot

And you just managed to ask him out!

he said yes

So you grabbed the bottle almost throwing it at the little baby’s face

But of course you didn’t because by then you came back do your senses

“What the fuck am i gonna wear?”

“SHIT sorry you weren’t supposed to hear that sweetie”

Schlatt on the other hand tho

Safe to say he was spamming Wilbur

Wilby over there was trying to deal with his new girlfriend Sally and impress her

And then tommy drowned her

So when he got beeps on the comms every 2 seconds man was pissed

“Schlatt you better be fucking dying”

“CLOSE ENOUGH”

He wanted to ask you out since the second he saw you and when you just popped the question

Mans just wanted to marry you

So then those two just spent a whole 3 hours planning everything out

What to wear, what to say, how to not drive you away

Oh dear this was going to be a lovley mess

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲

This man certainly went soft

Before he’d have hoes on every arm

But with you he had to reassure himself a lot

You were struggling on finding a babysitter

“Oh please why not, I have you those diamonds the other day!”

“I’ll pay you in all the emeralds you want”

“I swear this is my only chance at an actual man you better do this for me after al I’ve done-“

F r u s t e r a t I o n

But you called up your friend Phil

You and him haven’t spoken in quite a bit, old, but a nice lad

Hes raising 3 boys, so he understands the pain of babysitters

Most of the time he didn’t have to worry because Techno was raised responsible

So you dropped your son off before running to the spot

Surprisingly he found a cute little ice cream place

“I told you I’d get you that ice cream back”

“I can’t believe I ever doubted you” “you what now”

The night went strangely smooth

Before he accidentally made this little kid cry

It was a little funny but your motherly instincts kicked in

I mean schlatt actually kicked the icecream out of the kids hand

HE DIDNT MEAN TO

“ heyhey sweetie it’s okay! Here let’s buy you another one! He does it quite a lot so”

He was laughing in the corner watching as you handled the child with care

How? When was anyone like you ever his type?

Love has it’s strange coincidences

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞

The both of you have been going out a lot

A lot

There had been times where you’d accidentally stay up till 3 am

And not because of the crying toddler

But then the time actually came

He had to meet the love of your life

You couldn’t keep lying to him and safe to say the baby was curious

Curious enough as a three year old could be

So you invited Schlatt over!

Pacing around the house, making sure that everything’s clean in the small cottage

You gave little one a bath and put him in his best clothes

Laughing at some of the smaller ones promising him to get him new ones

A knock on the door drew you away from the little game

Your heart was racing, the rapid beats could be heart from across the room

So you opened the door and smiled at the tall ram, a quick peck on the lips

“Wait before you come in I have to tell you something!” “if your a slob it’s fine! So am I”

The more you fidgeted with your hands the more worried he got

Did you kill someone? It’s not that big of a deal

Are you a criminal? Okay let’s go commit crimes together

“I have a child. Schlatt meet Tubbo”

His eyes widened

Oh god that was some information he wished he was acknowledged of before

So he was internally debating to either run or to just stand still

But then he looked down at you and your shaking state

And only saw beauty

Okay so what? He’s dating a fucking milf!

“I love you”

Now it was your turn to be shocked!

He didn’t mean to it just slipped out

NOW HE REALLY DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO SAY IT BACK

So when you did the small toddler whined from his seat

You went over there, carrying Tubbo in your arms

“Wanna hold him?”

no he did not

so he backed away and fell over the couch

Tubbo started laughing and you just went along with it

You made sure he was okay tho after

Tubbo seemed to like him

Kind of

He spat in schlatts face at one point

But they grew on each other as the night went on

u think

𝗺𝐲 𝗼𝐡 𝐠𝗼𝐝

Something sparked within you and schlatt as Tubbo grew older

He became more as a father to him despite the past

Schlatt never questioned you about the past relationship or tubbos real father

Frankly enough I don’t think he wants to

But then one day your out with the both of them going out on a little “family” dinner

It was yours and schlatts 6 or 7 month anniversary

(The timeline is fucked don’t hold me to it)

So Tubbo was having trouble reaching the pizza slice over on the diner table

You guys were sitting in a booth and Tubbo and schlatt both sat next to each other so they could look at you

Tubbo wanted to admire his mama and make sure she’s always in the line of sight

Schlatt was just straight up checking you out

But then something caught all of you off guard

“Papa! pizza,now.”

You both looked wide eyes at the little boy a blush forming up on your face

He was just straight up stunned

“Tubbo sweetie-“ “Nono here you go buddy.”

You couldn’t help but just smile

but internally you were spontaneously combusting

The two of you just had the same thing in mind

The dinner went so quiet afterwards

Nobody knew what to say Except tubbos small rambles

When you guys left and you were walking through the night

You pulled schlatts hand closer to you and went on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear

“I’m sorry if that made you feel weird, you don’t have to accept that title if you want”

He raised a brow at you looking even more confused now

“Oh please you expect the little rug rat to grow up with you and you alone?”

So you gave him a punch on the arm kissing his cheek

Tubbo giggled pulling you closer as small crickets and bees flew by

Too bad it didn’t last forever

𝐃𝗼𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥

So Tubbo started spending more and more time with Tommy and the two became inseparable

Not soon after your first year together he asked to move in with you

Ofcourse you said yes! That’s the very thing you’ve been wanting since that day

So the both of you were walking around the house as the two toddlers ran around everywhere

But then you crashed

No litterly you fell down and hit your head

You said you were fine but schlatt didn’t believe it

Soon enough your condition got worse and worse and no potion or healer could do anything

So he started drinking

He couldn’t bear to see you in that state

The love of his life, the only women who could actually change him

was dying and he couldn’t do anything about it

So one day you were on the couch cradling Tubbo waiting for schlatt to come home

But when he did it wasn’t good

He was meaner then usual and reeked of that ratchet smell

So when you fell onto the floor as you were on your way over to him

He felt his world collapse

Tubbo was sobbing wondering why you wouldn’t open your eyes

And so he watched as your body laid lifeless on the floor

it was all his fault

He didn’t try hard enough

And he couldn’t do anything anymore

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I’m sorry this took so long but here it is! Love y’all <3

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quack42069 · 3 years

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Safe Inside - Philza

Philza x Daughter! Reader

Safe Inside by James Arthur is the song inspiration!

Philza remembers when you and Tubbo first came into his life. Your father, Schlatt, was a good man. He always said that, and he loved you both, but his alcoholic intake was becoming far to unsafe for you children so Philza decided to take you and your brother under his wings. You were around ten, close to Wilbur and Techno’s age and Tubbo was around five or six, close to Tommy’s age. He remembers the day like it was yesterday.

[FLASHBACK]

“Dad! Please! Stop!” You yelled, holding Tubbo’s head into your chest, trying to not make him look at your father who was yelling at you both. His slurred speech was making it hard to tell what he was saying and Tubbo’s tears were soaking your shirt. Eventually, your father settled down, collapsing onto the couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. You went to the kitchen, shakily dialing Philza’s number. Your best friends, Techno and Wilbur had told you to call him in case you needed them or if you needed another adult. You never thought you had to use it. With Tubbo behind you grabbing onto your shirt, staring at your father on the couch you heard a ring and a “hello?”

When Phil heard your soft and scared voice he immediately went to your house. He told the boys to stay put in his house and when he finally reached your front step he saw you and Tubbo. You slouching tiredly and Tubbo asleep on your lap. You looked up at him, your dark and puffy eyes brighten a bit and his heart broke. He had to do something. He told you to pack everything you needed and what was important and you did. Packing two bags for you and two for Tubbo. You wrapped Tubbo in his yellow blanket as Phil and Schlatt argued in the living room. You handed him his bee your father had given him and kissed his forehead.

“Y/n, where are we going?” Tubbo asked, following you into the bathroom to grab your toothbrushes.

“We’re gonna go with Tommy for a while!” He smiled as you continued to grab more of the essentials you both needed.

“This is no place for children. Once you’re clean you can come and try to rekindle the relationship!” Phil yelled.

“Those are my kids! You can’t fucking take my kids! I love them to death!” Schlatt yelled, his voice cracking a bit.

“If you loved them you wouldn’t be doing this to them.” Phil said coldly. You walked out with Tubbo, holding his hand.

“Y/n baby. My beautiful girl. Stay with daddy. You wanna stay with daddy right?” Schlatt said, the alcohol hitting your face. Your lip quivered and you hugged him. You were always a daddy’s girl. Tubbo loved him as well but was a bit more disconnected from him. He hugged you back firmly.

“Y/n. We have to go, come on sissy! I wanna see Tommy!” Schlatt went to grab Tubbo and pull him into the hug.

“My beautiful babies. I’ll get better okay. I promise.” He said, his eyes watering.

“Come on guys, the sooner we leave the sooner you can see Techno, Tommy, and Wilbur.” Phil said grabbing the bags and grabbing both your hands. You cried and cried the whole way to his house. Even if you were little you knew that it was going to be a while until you see your dad again. At least you were with your brother.

[Flashback Over]

Phil shook his foot anxiously. He stood up once you stumbled in.

“Oh hey Phil! Sorry for um-” You giggled. You were intoxicated, that was obvious. His worry left his body and his anger got the best of him.

“Where the hell were you?” He yelled. You hiccuped slightly and shook your head.

“Nowhere. I’m going to bed.” You slurred, you tripped over your foot and Phil caught you quickly. He helped carry you into your room, before you ran to the bathroom, throwing up. Once you were done he placed you back in bed, he went to make a tea and grab a cold washcloth for you and when he came back you were sound asleep, soft snores coming from your mouth. He sighed and walked to you, he placed the washcloth on your head and moved your hair out of your face, he placed the tea down and started to wash off the makeup you had on. Once he was done he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight daughter.” And with that he went to bed. He smiled as he remembered when you were younger, the way you would crawl into bed with him and sleep with him, it stopped once you turned fourteen. Then fifteen came and you got your first sip of alcohol and now it’s like he never sees you. He understood you were growing. All his kids were but he didn’t like the way you were following into your biological fathers footsteps. Is this how it is having a fifteen year old? Let alone a female fifteen year old? He never had experience and there were no other parents around. You were a bright girl, and he knew you were going to be okay. At least that’s what he hoped.

Once you hit eighteen that’s when you went to Phil and told him sorry, how you wanted to stop and how you were sorry for putting him through that. You didn’t want to be a dead beat like your father, and Tubbo had yelled at you so many times to stop drinking. It wasn’t until he said he wasn’t going to talk to you until you were sober that made you open your eyes. That’s when your life started changing. You became friends with many. Your best friend and your lover being Quackity. He had met Phil and Tubbo and Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy and they all deemed him perfect for you. He helped you with your sobriety and he loved you, and you loved him. Although he didn’t have much family, he did have his boss, ‘Big Man’ and asked if you would like to meet him. So you did, let’s just say it didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

Masterlist

#jschlatt #schlatt #dadschlatt #philza #dadza minecraft #dadza philza #philza x reader #quackity x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #tubbo

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destrcyas · 3 years

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mini schlatt | jschlatt

kind of an x reader ??? anon didnt specify sorry :( DADSCHLATT AU W TUBBO BC SCHLATT AS TUBBOS DAD HC >>>>

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“y/n! come look!” you heard schlatt scream to you as you entered your house with a basket full of potatoes, berries, and other crops to later eat. you dropped your basket and walked to where schlatt was with tubbo next to him, looking up at schlatt with wonder. his hair was ruffled and messy. you let out a chuckle.

“tubbo, your hair is all messed up.” a smile broke your face in half as you crouched down to your son in an attempt to fix his hair. you froze your movements as you felt something particularly hard in his hair.

“schlatt what the fuck is in our sons head?” you looked up at schlatt who just greeted you with a grin.

“hes growing horns! our son is actually growing horns!” he beamed, grabbing your hand as he spoke ecstatically. a wave of relief washed over you as he told you this, a soft smile replacing your worried expression.

“we should take him outside or something. maybe he could help me plant!” you suddenly said with a smile towards schlatt. he nodded before turning to tubbo and speaking softly.

“you wanna go outside and help mama with the plants?” schlatt asked. your heart melted at how loving and soft he was despite his asshole persona with others.

“yes!!” tubbo smiled widely, running to the door with anticipation.

when you guys got outside you taught him how to plant carrots but him being the child he is, got distracted easily by a bee buzzing by. he gasped in wonder, running after it.

a fox approached the bee, to which tubbo came running in and screaming loudly at the fox, making it run away.

schlatt let out a laugh at the sight before laying his head on your shoulder.

“thats my child, alright. we have a little mini schlatt.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

PLWEASESEWSEEE THIS WAS SO FUCKING CUTE TO RIGHT I LOVE A WORLD WHERE IN GAME SCHLATT AND HIS WIFE / GF LIVE A NICE COTTAGE CORE LIFE W TUBBO PLSPLSPLS

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader

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amintyworld · 3 years

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Dream SMP/SBI/MCYT/SBI Rust Server Masterpost!

*ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS ARE AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH STORY!*

One-Shots:

It’s a Wonderful Life, Tommy - Takes place in an alternate timeline where Tommy didn’t go with Technoblade, Dream left him alone, and Tommy and Tubbo get into a huge argument when he comes to visit. Alone and feeling helpless on Christmas Eve, Tommy is ready to give up when a spirit intervenes. - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Child of The Dome - Platonic Wilbur Soot x Reader, Platonic Tommyinnit x Reader. On one stormy night, a cult leader finds a baby and adopts them. A family is born. Two brothers will stop at nothing to keep that family safe. - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Falling in Love With You - (Prompt from @dsmp-fanweeks: DSMP Valentines Fanweek: 8th: Food/Music) Sally and Wilbur’s story begins and ends with a song. A song Wilbur has long forgotten. - Fluff, Angst

Mentors - (Hunger Games AU from @dreamsmp-au-ideas) Tommy’s an angry orphan, Wilbur grows a soft spot for Tommy, Sam is the only braincell left in District 7, Tubbo has Dadschlatt and needs a lot of hugs, Phil earned the achievement ‘Oh no Feelings’. - Angst

You Just Need to Smile - (The Egg Administration AU from @dreamsmp-au-ideas) Wilbur won’t give up on getting through to Tommy so easily. - Angst

Candles - (Star Wars AU from @dreamsmp-au-ideas) Wilbur still has hope of finding his missing son, and has a special way of remembering him. Fundy gets a renewed sense of hope for finding his own parents and grows closer with Wilbur. - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Your New Brother - (Sleepy Bois Inc Centered) Technoblade and Wilbur meet their new brother. - Fluff

Once Upon A Time - (Twisted Fairytales AU is mine) After escaping Pandora’s Box with the help of Enderboo and his best friend George, Dream has a plan. - Angst

We Lost - (Sorrowful Song AU is mine) What if during the Final Disc Confrontation, no one came to rescue Tubbo or Tommy? - Angst

Denial - (SMPsona Oneshot) After losing her first cannon life, Flower visits Phil as she usually would for tea. She ends up finding comfort in the only true friend she has left. - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

I'm Like You - (OSMP Oneshot) Phil finds an injured avian hybrid floating down the river. - Hurt/Comfort

Illusion - (DSMP Oneshot) How Tubbo was found and adopted into Philza's already chaotic family. - Angst

Goodbye (World War II AU) - (Sleepy Bois Inc Centered) Phil works in the coal factories, his wife Kristen with the sewing machines. Raising two boys, money is stretched thin. What will happen when a war rises in the horizon? - Hurt/Comfort

Illusion - (A DSMP!Tubbo Origin Story) Tubbo's life was simple, living in a small village named Tanglewood with his father, the town healer. What happens when we wakes up one day on the side of the road in a box?

Series:

Beginnings - (Story/AU is mine) A look back at how Wilbur, Tommy, Technoblade, and Tubbo got their start. A story of how Tubbo and Tommy’s friendship became into its unbreakable bond. A story of how one boy met a shifter. A story of the one time in a Blood God’s life he refused for someone to die. A story of romance, heartbreak, sacrifice, and family.

Ships: Wilbur x Sally, Philza x Samsung

Waterfall (Part One), Sunset (Part Two), Secrets (Part Three), Doubts (Part Four), Loss (Part Five)

12 Years AU - (Story/AU is mine) A Dream SMP Future AU following what happened 12 years after Wilbur, Sapnap, Sam, and the Bench Trio took Dream’s final life and destroyed the revive book for good. Years of healing and hope had finally brought peace to the server... but as it seems with anything good in Dream SMP, it doesn’t last. Watch as heroes and villains are born, promises are made, and deadly vengeance is taken.

Ships: Wilbur x Sally, Puffy x Niki, Karlnapity.

(Platonic Husbands are included for the story to make sense, though I do not ship them and will not treat them in the story as such - SHIPPERS GET OFF MY LAWN.)

The Return

Drabbles:

Reunion - After his father's death taking back L'manberg, Fundy walks through the rubble and remembers. - Hurt/Comfort

You Still Beat Me - Takes place during 'Reunion'. Quackity fights back against his abuser. - Angst

Promise - Alternate ending to the exile conflict. Tubbo and Tommy say goodbye. - Hurt/Comfort

Blood for the Blood God - Technoblade struggles with the voices, and Phil doesn't know what to do. - Hurt/Comfort

Just Watch Me - Skeppy won't let the Egg hurt them. Especially not Bad. - Hurt/Comfort

Silent World - What if Wilbur lost his hearing in the TNT explosion? - Hurt/Comfort

Nightmares - What if Phil has Nightmares of killing Wilbur? - Angst

Jester's Lament - Tales of the SMP Reincarnation Theory. Robin talks to Tubbo and presents a plan. - Angst

I Failed You - Ranboo's stress is getting worse. He transforms. Tommy is left with the result. - Angst

Green Karma and Orange Memories - Glattbur protects Fundy and loses everything. - Angst

Pretty Corpse - Dream is finally free. Tommy is dead. Sam was too late. - Angst

Does He Make You Happy, Tubbo? - Tubbo deals with the aftermath of Tommy's sudden revival. Ranboo helps. - Hurt/Comfort

Sixteen - Tommy and Tubbo lied to Wilbur about their real ages when they joined the revolution. Then Tommy lost his first life. - Hurt/Comfort

The Pig Led to Slaughter (Part One) - (Based on @griffintail's ask collab) Phil gets a visit from the authorities. - Angst

Wilbur's Crows - Wilbur finds friends in an unlikely place. - Fluff

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Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

ily /p

(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

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Daddy’s Little Girl Mini Shot: REVIVAL

A short continuation of Daddy's Little Girl based on Wilbur's revival: Pt. I

A loud train horn could be heard in the distance and Wilbur picked up his head in mild surprise. The cold air of his personal limbo prickled his skin, the train horn was new, he glanced over at you. You were sitting against a wall holding a deck of playing cards in your hand, you looked just as shocked as Wilbur did. You stood up, (h/c) hair falling in front of your face, goat ears twitching at the sudden, blaring of the horn.

“Wil?” Your voice quivered softly walking over to his side taking his arm within your own. He placed his pale hand on top of your own keeping you close to his side, even with his mild insanity he still strove to keep you safe and sound. “Is that a train?” The rumbling of the tracks only grew louder as time ticked onward,

“Sounds like it,” Wilbur responded gruffly with a quirked eyebrow. He was older now, you both were, he had stubble on his chin and deep bags under his eyes. Yet, his drive to protect you never seemed to go away, even if when he first came here he barely recalled your face and name. That was until you spoke, tears rolling down your face in heavy droplets, that he recognized you as (Y/n), Tubbo’s older sister. The young goat hybrid he failed to protect from her father when he was alive. You had looked different, much older, not that, that was a bad thing; your was hair a little matted from stress, there were matching bags under your eyes from being alone in limbo for years.

You showed him how to get around the limbo, even though there wasn’t much to do the both of you made do. Wilbur taught you how to play solitaire and caught you up on everything that went on since your untimely death. You were so proud of Tubbo and all he managed to accomplish, your little brother was President! Wilbur had decidedly chosen to leave out the part about Schlatt and his demise, figuring if he wasn’t here with you now there was no need to worry you further.

“He’s alright right?” You spoke one day, head resting against Wilbur’s shoulder,

“Who?”

“Tubbo and...dad.” You said the word dad hesitantly and Wilbur had to will his body not to tense up.

“Tubbo’s fine.” Wilbur cleared his throat, once more omitting the fact that he blew up an entire country that was now under Tubbo’s rule, also his execution. “It’s Tubbo, you know how kind-hearted he is, I’m sure he’s making a wonderful president.”

“And dad?”

“Why do you give a shit?” Wilbur snapped at you slamming his head against the tiled wall, brow furrowing in frustration. “He killed you, your own father! Who cares where he is!” You looked away in shame cheeks turning red, he clicked his tongue adjusting the glasses on his face. “Fine, because you’re so curious I’ll tell you, he’s fucking dead. He had a heart attack and fucking died!”

“He’s dead?”

Wilbur turned to look at you and his face fell, you looked broken and shocked. Wilbur took a breath and pulled you close,

“Yes. He didn’t die alone though...we were all there.”

Fighting against his horrible dictatorship but you didn’t need to know that.

You nodded weakly cuddling close to the man, “Wilbur?”

“Hm?”

“Whatever happens you’ll stay with me right?”

“Of course.”

After all, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The horn sounded again, it was much closer this time and it snapped Wilbur out of his thoughts. You could feel the wind begin to pick around the both of you, a giant train came barreling through the station. Thousands of windows whizzed by the two dead people and it caused your hair to blow back in the breeze.

“Fuck.” Wilbur cursed pulling you into his chest, “You alright?” You gave a wobbly nod as the train came to a screeching halt right in front of the both of you. Just like your ghost on the other side you were missing both your horns, while Wilbur had a gash in his chest you had a constantly bleeding forehead. The doors creaked open slowly, steam poured out of the doorway, your eyes practically bust out of your head seeing a sobbing Ghostbur standing beside someone with a smiley face mask. Blue stained the ghost’s cheeks as he sniffled refusing to open his cold, grey eyes. The masked man was unfamiliar to you but Wilbur seemed to know him all too well as his body tensed beside you, “Dream?”

“Need a ride?” The man tilted his head but his voice had a cockiness to it you didn’t like, the man tossed the ghost out of the train he landed on his knees muttering your name weakly. Something about a promise he needed to keep, you vaguely recalled the one time you spoke to your ghost as she smiled and said Ghostbur had promised never to leave her side. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach, Wilbur only smiled and looked down at you.

“I don’t trust this Wil…” Your voice came out as a hushed whisper, the mask seemed to burn holes in your skin. “Something isn’t right,”

“Time’s ticking. You don’t want the train to leave without you Wilbur.” Dream flicked the conductor hat on his head, before tapping on his watch.

“It’s alright. (Y/n) don’t you want to be with Tubbo again? See Technoblade and Tommy? They’d be ecstatic to see you! Dream’s our hero!” He tugged you forward as he stepped into the train but a barrier prevented you from going forward. Wilbur’s eyebrows furrowed and he turned towards the conductor who chuckled deep in his chest. Dream reached out and cupped your cheek,

“I’m afraid you don’t have a ticket for this ride sweetheart.” His thumb brushed away the blood that slowly trailed down your cheek, Wilbur looked over at Dream with wide eyes,

“You can’t be serious?”

“Sorry Wilbur, I don’t make the rules.” He shrugged nonchalantly, as you swallowed thickly from the train platform, Wilbur looked back at you hesitantly.

You sniffed a little hand shaking, “Wil you promised. Together or not at all…” Your voice was meek even though you tried sounding brave. He looked away from you shamefully his hands balling into fists at his side. “Wilby?”

“So Dream, how longs the ride back to the SMP?”

“Wilbur.” Your voice cracked tears pooling in your eyes, his jaw was set as he refused to look in your direction, look at your pitiful expression.

“Won’t be longer than an hour.”

Wilbur let out a low whistle as the doors began to shut slowly, “An hours nothing.” He grinned wildly, “Why don’t you catch me up-?” The voices became muffled as the train slowly began to depart from the station,

“WILBUR!” You called out falling to your knees, “You promised you asshole.” You choked holding a hand to your mouth, as tears burned your cheeks, your shoulders began to shake. The station feeling vast and empty, more empty than it has felt in years, the writing on the wall felt foreign to you, you wanted to scrape all of them off until your nails turned blunt. Little love notes shared between you and Wilbur, a counter marking the days and years you both had been there, promises that were broken. The man you had cherished didn’t love you like you loved him, you were simply a placeholder until he could finish his unfinished business in the overworld.

Why was every man just like your father? Were you that unlovable?

You jumped back feeling a hand touch your shoulder, that’s right, Ghostbur was stuck with you now. You wanted to snap at him, scream and tell him not to touch you, but there was a look in his grey eyes.

He was hurting just as much as you were.

It was then you realized he had lost someone too, he had unwillingly broken his promise to ghost you. You found yourself leaning into his warm touch, resting your forehead on his shoulder,

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke tenderly though you felt his own tears wet the back of his head, “(Y/n) I’m so sorry we failed you, both of us.” You let out another sob and clung to the body of the ghost like it was a lifeline. You felt his fingers run through your hair as he held you tight, at least you weren’t alone in this limbo. Maybe one day you’ll be deemed important enough to someone to be revived, but not today.

~~~ @iamsuchasimp @ignat1usaquar1us

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