#celestial:wlbr

Somebody was about to lose a finger, or an eye, Wilbur hadn't decided yet. He ground his teeth together as he watched you con a free drink out of an older gentlemen. A skittle bomb. Wilbur should have been used to it, you did it all the time. But with the way that man was looking at you it made Wilbur want to tear his throat out. Actually. That wouldn't be such a bad idea if he could just- "Wilbur?" A soft voice made him look up. 

"My angel," he purred. 

You had recognized the look in his face. More than likely he had already come up with twenty-seven different ways to kill the man you flirted with. One way including setting him ablaze with a molotov, you were sure of it. Wilbur grasped your hand kissing your knuckles gently. His lips warm against your cool skin. "I wish you would stop flirting with others, i could have bought you anything you wanted," he murmured dropping your hand. "But that takes the fun out if it," you giggle sitting in his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist. 

He sipped his own drink slowly. Still thinking about how satisfying it would be to end that man. "Can we leave yet?" You asked softly. He hummed in response beginning to shift to get up. You left his lap and grapped his hand. As you were about to cross the doorway a familiar voice boomed "Wilbur," you both turned to see Techno an allied mafia boss. The friendship between the two was complicated, but they tended to get the work done. "Techno, my good friend," they embraced each other. "Say how busy are you?" Wilbur tilted his head slightly at the question. 

"For an old friend never," "Mm, and how busy would you say to do a favor for an old friend," Wilbir cross his arms slightly "what kind of favor?" The favor in question was that Techno was supposed to meet a rival mafia boss across the river to get something important. Wilbur agreed to go in his place. "They're late," Wilbur mumbled pulling a cigar out of his pocket. You were both leaning against the hood of his car. "I'm never late Soot, just selectively in the wrong place," a voice said. A masked face filled your face. 

"Dream," 

"Wilbur," 

Wilbur's lip curled into a sneer. "Of course, this is why Techno wouldn't tell me who I was meeting," by Dream's side was none other than Sapnap of course. They went everywhere together. Then an extra man stood with them. "Where is Techno by the way?" Wilbur took a long drag of his cigar. Breathing out the smoke into the cold air. "Busy," he shrugged. "What do you want Dream?" "I set up this meeting to talk to the blade. Not you," Dream adjusted his shoulders, seeming a bit tense. "Wilbur," you muttered quietly. He glanced down at you, hardened eyes softening. 

"Yes angel?" You made a motion to his cigar which he gladly handed you. Wilbur turned back to the other 3 men. "Nice eye candy you got there," the mystery man said. That's it. Wilbur pulled out a pistol and shot him down before anyone realized he moved. The body fell to the ground with a thump.  Just as you breathed in some of the smoke Wilbur grabbed your shirt slamming his lips on yours.    He held you to him the smoke being exhaled into his mouth.  When you both pulled away he grinned. "You could have waited til later," you mumbled shoving the cigar back in his hands. 

"I was going to get high," he chuckled. 

"Then I'll do it again," 

his attention was back upon the masked individual a few feet away. You watched Dream lazily look over to the dead man, you, then Wilbur. "Noted," "Now Dream," "I'm not speaking to you," you watched the brunette and masked individual argue. Both of them getting into each other's faces. You huffed getting off the car, you made your way to Sapnap stepping carefully over the deceased man. "You got a pistol?" "Yep," you held your hand out, Sapnap set weapon in your hand. Aiming it at the sky you shot. The argument immediately stopped, two pairs of eyes on you. You handed the gun back to Sapnap. 

"Thanks Sappy," 

you patted his cheek causing them to tint a light pink. "Now that we aren't acting like two year olds. Dream give us what we came for. Wilbur shut the fuck up," you saw a slight smirk pull on Dream’s lips. The mask high enough to reveal them. "Of course," he purred grabbing something from Sapnap. A folder was pressed into your hand. Dream grasped your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. 

You rolled your eyes. God these men would do anything to spite each other. Wilbur's blood was boiling, he grabbed you away from Dream and pulled you back to his car. "What was so important about that folder that Techno couldn't have received it himself?" He grumbled. You peaked inside of it slightly. "Just some usual info," they pulled up to Techno's, Wilbur with the folder in hand. Techno himself was sitting in his office, book in hand. 

"And here we go," you said unenthusiastically as you were grabbed and thrown into the back of a van. "I'm on my kidnapped arc," a bag was put over your head and you were taken to some unknown destination. 

"Phil," Wilbur greeted warmly to the man at the bar. He sat down on one of the stools. "Hey Will," Philza moved over to in front of him cleaning the glass he was holding. "What can I get you?" "A bourbon Lancer please," Wilbur replied checking the time. Philza shifted over to grab the necessary ingredients. "Switching things up today?" He asked with his back turned. 

"Naturally. Say where is (y/n)?" Wilbur's dark eyes were scanning the floor. You weren't anywhere as far as he could see. At this time you could usually be found at the bar or standing at the front talking to Sam. Philza glanced up at the clock. "Odd, she's usually here around this time. I bet she's just running late," he handed Wilbur the glass who hummed in response. 

"I suppose," he sipped his drink lightly. The side door opened gaining the two men's attention. Punz, the part-time bartender stepped in through it, Wilbur stared at him intensely. The bartender always gave him a certain vibe. Something was off about him. Punz avoided eye contact shifting around Philza.  "Pu-" before Wilbur could finish he scurried over to the other side of the bar. Punz knew something. Wilbur gripped the glass tightly. Philza looked at the two confused. "Need a refill?" Wilbur didn't notice but in his suspicion had finished his drink. 

"Yes but I think someone is flagging you down, how about you send Punz to come tend to me," he suggested coolly. Sure enough, Philza noticed the person in question and gladly switched places. Punz began making Wilbur's drink. "You seem nervous. First day?" He shook his head. Wilbur looked down, a familiar tattoo on his wrist. There was a slight slip of his sleeve, so slight no one else would notice. "Add that to my drink and I'll kill you where you stand," Wilbur hummed softly causing Punz to freeze. Wilbur pushed his glasses back up. He set down the vial before handing it to Wilbur. 

"Now," he sipped his drink. 

"Where is (y/n)?" 

"How did you know I had that?" Punz asked softly. 

The harsh glare of his blue eyes sang a different tune than his words. Wilbur recognized that voice. The phantom rider, a masked motorcyclist. He was Dream’s personal hitman, dressed in nothing more than a white hoodie and jeans he was responsible for hundreds of deaths throughout the gangs. He was nothing more than a guard dog, designed to take out anyone who got to close to the masked man. 

"Down dog," Wilbur's eyes flickered down to the ring he was slowly twisting on his finger. Punz's signature accessory, twist it just right and a tiny needle filled with poison pops out, a slice from it has paralyzing properties. "I just want my girl, not your marionette master," Wilbur spoke slowly. Philza eyed them suspiciously from down the bar.  "Why should I tell you?" Punz snorted. Wilbur reached into his jacket pocket, eyes trained on the ring. He pulled out a roll of money. Punz raised an eyebrow taking it from him, silently unrolling it to count. He hummed appreciatively. 

"You heard nothing," Punz said as he wrote something down on a piece of paper. "There was nothing to hear if nothing was discussed," Wilbur agreed. Punz slipped him the paper and tucked the money into his inside pocket. "Glad we agree," Wilbur took the paper standing up. "Philza, my tab," "got it mate," Wilbur headed out the door to his car. "On my way angel," he hummed looking at the picture of you in his wallet. His foot slammed against the gas. The address Punz gave Wilbur lead him to a warehouse. 

This was Dream’s territory. What he wanted with you, however? Wilbur had no idea. He threw himself out of his car getting his pistol ready. A cigarette already lit and between his lips. "Hey wait," the henchmen held his hand up to stop Wilbur in his tracks. "You're not supposed to be here," "Shut up," Wilbur snapped coldly before shooting the man. He fell to the ground with a thump as Wilbur took a long drawl of the smoke before pushing it out. You had heard the shot from where you sat tied in a chair. "Fuck you, he's coming to save me," you hummed, glaring at Dream. "Shut up," he replied from his seat across you. 

He was calmly refilling some capsules that he loaded into a gun. You had no clue what they were. Knowing Dream something poisonous. "Well you're about to eat-" "enough," he looked up at you, presumably glaring from under the mask that hid half his face. "Or what?" Dream stood up, slinking towards you. "I just need your pretty little face intact," Dream gripped your chin harshly. "Nobody said anything about the rest of you though," your face fell, and tried to yank free of his grip. He just chuckled before squishing your face harder. The door slammed open. "Dream," he frowned. "Soot," his gloved hand dropped your chin. 

"If there is a single mark on-" 

"don't worry I was just having a bit of fun," Dream said backing away. 

"You're late," you frowned at Wilbur, interrupting them. 

You pulled your arms out of the restraints easily and stood up from the chair. They both just stared at you. "Could you get loose the entire time?" Dream asked blankly. You looked down as you rubbed your wrists. "I mean I could have but I thought it was kind of cool to get kidnapped...Of course, I couldn't get out dipshit I literally just got it undone," Dream pointed back at you "They're annoying as fuck, If I didn't need you I would have stabbed them ages ago," you narrowed your eyes at him. "I'll take that as a compliment," you responded coldly. Wilbur just blinked. Dream ignored you pulling out a small device. "What do you want Dream?" He fiddled with it for a few moments. 

"I think you're getting a little too comfortable. I want some of my terf back," Dream hummed. Wilbur's lip curled in disgust.

 "Not happening, my boundaries are not for you to decide," Wilbur said. You soon became painfully aware that it was just Dream and you two in the room. From behind Dream you motioned to Wilbur to just shoot him. He shot just to the right of Dream accidentally, it seemed the masked individual had the exact same idea. Wilbur rolled out of the way. "I don't have time for this," Dream said, his bullets following Wilbur as he ran. Wilbur grabbed your arm, yanking you behind a wall. Dream's bullets flying past. 

"Have fun being buried!" You heard Dream call out. Your head whipped to Wilbur who peaked out to shoot. "What does he mean being buried?" He shrugged attempting to shoot Dream. "Wilbur?" "I don't know (y/n)," he snapped. Dream managed to slip out, Wilbur hitting his fist on the wall angrily. That's when you heard a small noise. You gripped Wilbur's hand yanking him towards the first door you saw. It was locked. You shoved your shoulder against the door. 

"Fucking move," Wilbur yelled. 

You moved allowing him to kick the door open, grabbing your hand he ran for the car. The building behind you suddenly held a small explosion, the entire thing catching on fire. You both stared at the building quietly. Wilbur ran a hand through his hair, the white strand in the front curling. "I'm assigning you a guard," he said. Suddenly a hand grabbed your shoulder. You flipped him over your shoulder, gripped Wilbur's gun from his hand, and shot them. You handed the weapon back heading to the familiar black car. 

"Don't need one,"