Requested by Duckie anon: recently had a cool idea for a fic and I'm giving it to you for whenever you feel up to writing again! Song fic for a Wilbur x reader, the song? Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran, I've been listening to it for like a week cause good serotonin and it's kinda fitting for Wilbur
TW: *sigh* there is some angst, Schlatt being an ass, some curse words and a single injury (caused by said goat man)
Notes: Fundy is in this, just later on! Fundy’s mother is still Sally, the reader is the step parent!
The air was full of laughter and music as a band played, a large crowd of people dance around two figures, one wearing a fitting white (suit/dress) and the other a neatly tailored black suit. Though the atmosphere seemed to be one no creature could ignore, the two in the center were purely focused on each other, dancing cheerfully and laughing when the other stumbles slightly. The one in the dark suit was humming along to the song while staring at his now (wife/ husband/ s/o), “And we got married wearing borrowed clothes-“ the other giggled and continued “We got eight children now growing old-“ as they continued together “Five sons and three daughters.” The two continued to sing and dance until the song was finished and went to rest for a moment while the crowd that once circled them spread out. “You look absolutely glowing tonight my love.” The shorter of the two let out a giggle, “And you utterly dashing Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face brightened as he leaned down, kissing his lover, “Always the sweet talker hmm, Y/N?” Y/N’s dazed look from the surprise kiss left their face immediately, “Me? Says the man who started with ‘You look absolutely glowing my love’.” They mimicked Wilbur’s voice in an exaggerated way, and only got to glance at his face before he started attacking her sides, tickling her vigorously, “Ah! Wilbur Minecraft, cut it out- ha there are people staring!” They tried to duck away but instead were met with arms wrapped around their waste, “Oh? You’re worried about them seeing me tickle you, Y/N Minecraft?” Y/N let out a huff and pulled out of their husbands grasp, “C’mon Wil, we must entertain them, it is our wedding after all.”
Two figures stood in a child’s room, one sitting next to a sleepy fox hybrid while the other stood at the door frame. The one on the bed was humming a familiar tune as they patted down the hybrids hair, “She and I were on the run, Don’t care about religion, I’m gonna marry the woman I love down by the Wexford border.” They stopped when they heard small snores and leaned over to place a kiss on the child’s head, “Sleep well Fundy.” When standing up, a small murmur left the boy, “Goodnight (mama/dada/baba), I love you.” Fundy once again drifted off as Y/N stood there, tears welling in their eyes as they glanced over to Wilbur, who was just smiling softly at the boy in the bed. They wiped the tears and headed over to the door, wrapping their arms around his waist, “You remember the song?” They looked up to meet his brown eyes with a nod, “How could I forget the happiest day of my life?”
“The first declaration, as PRESIDENT of L’Manberg is to REVOKE the citizenship of Wilbur Soot, and Tommyinnit.” The man standing on the stage talking into the mic continued to yell as more men loaded cross bows, pointing them at the now banished. “Tommy, Tommy we need to go.” They turned around and fled, but not before Wilbur glanced behind him to see his lover. They had tears streaming down their face as they held Fundy’s hand tightly.
“Fundy, how could you?” Said boy refused to look up at his adoptive parent as a ram hybrid approach from behind, “Face it doll, you’ve lost everything. Your husband, your home, even your child! You don’t have many options here.” They glared at the man before them, cigarette dangling from his fingers as he smirked, “Fuck you Schlatt.” His smirk dropped as he roughly pressed the still burning end of the cigarette into their arm, though they refused to give in, only letting out a small wimper, “We’ll see how tough you are soon enough Y/N.”
The man in the cold room hummed a familiar tune as he paced back and forth, only to stop and stare at the button on the wall adjacent to him. A tear escaped his eye as he sang the final line, “She took my name and then we were one, down by the Wexford border.”
Everything was dark, and cold. He could feel the pain that lingered around where he was stabbed. Tears filled his vision as the silence filled his ears, allowing his mind to be so much louder. That is until he heard shuffling behind him, and a certain tune.
A/N: SORRRYYYY, I am really sick right now, but I started this like two weeks ago and just forgot about it… I was telling myself, don’t do angst, you’ve done too much angst, but of course, I did fracken angst… I love you Duckieee!!
