#i think its cute...

me any time he mentions something about being attracted to men:

Pairing: C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader

Setting: A field far away from the village city you and SBI live in under the night sky.

Genre: 🌷 Tooth rotting fluff, Drabble

Summary: You and Wilbur escape from his siblings and his father to go on a secret rendezvous to stargaze. You being Wilbur's secret girlfriend, have no choice but to entertain his antics and games under the stars.

Trope: Minor Forbidden Romance??

Enjoy ✨

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The sharp rapping on your door was enough to warrant sleep to be a thing of fantasy tonight. Although that might seem like a horrible thing, tonight it was exhilarating. You laced up your boots under the flowy blue dress you wore and grabbed your leather coat on the way to the door.

"Y/N, Darling? Are you home?" His voice floated through the door as you quickly ran a hand through your hair and made sure in the reflection of the window that it was astray completely.

"Hey there Handsome." You opened the door and were quick to embrace Wilbur. The whispers of night had settled, the moon high and full in the sky. The Iron Golem patrolling your village was checking the well for any children who might've slipped in.

"Ready Little Star?" Wilbur smiled through his whisper and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead as you nodded. His hand grasped yours, warm from his gloves and long yellow jumper reaching to his wrists.

Together the two of you snuck through alleyways in between houses, careful not to let the light even catch a glimpse of either of you.

Wilbur's beanie concealed his hair from anyone recognizing him from the back. Him and Tommy, his brother, had similar haircuts but no one else in the village had the same as them. Obviously the difference was Tommy was blonde and much shorter with more prominent curls while Wilbur's was a more mess of a chocolate cloud resting on his head.

Least to say the village didn't notice you much. You were the Librarian's apprentice and hardly important enough in the current events you were basically a background character. This played to your advantage when sneaking around. Your hair was similar to everyone else's and your clothing shielded anyone from really knowing your silhouette under the moonlight.

"Almost there." Wilbur whispered back to you as the last buildings began to end and a wide field leading out under the stars. The moon smiled its silvery light down on you both and as Wilbur turned to you with a smile you couldn't help but beam one back to him before the both of you broke into a run towards the open land.

Your cheers would be mistaken for wolves on the hunt and as the two of you chased one another you could almost feel the memory of your childhood replacing the present.

"Gotcha!" Wilbur leaped at you and the two of you tumbled down into the grass, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his body pressed to yours as you hit the ground.

You laughed as he nuzzled his face into your neck, tickling your sides under his lithe fingers.

"Wil! Will stop please!" You laughed out with a joyful tone. You wiggled under his grasp and pushed against him desperately.

"You begging for mercy Little Star?" Wilbur smiled at you and eased his ruthless tickling.

"Yes yes! Mercy mercy!" You giggled and ran your fingers over the back of his head with the dying laughter. Wilbur leaned over you with a tallness only he possessed. Wilbur Soot was the tallest man in the village, reaching the iron golem's shoulder just beneath its chin.

"Surrender it is then." Wilbur smiled, the moonlight on the horizon casting a silvery shadow to his skin as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Once he pulled away the two of you laid side by side, you leaning halfway on his chest and gazing at the sky full of stars.

"It's beautiful Wil." You smiled and took a deep breath. His heart beat in tune with yours as you laid there. His hand traced lines up and down your jacket aimlessly.

"You or the stars?" He asked, A rumble passing through his chest.

"The stars of course!" You sat up and smiled down at his face. It looked up, mesmerized by the beauty above them.

"Well of course they are. They're stars. It's their job description to be beautiful." Wilbur sat up with you and pulled you close to his chest again, the two of you sitting now.

"And that is why I call you Little Star." He smiled and pressed a long kiss to your head, no doubt littered with small blades of grass.

"Handsome seems to suit you just fine." You beamed and fell in tune with his heartbeat again. A few moments passed before either of you spoke again, both of you relishing in just being near each other in silence.

"Darling...I've got a question." Wilbur asked softly in your ear.

"Shoot." You respond.

"What would you say to running away? Going somewhere we don't have to hide ourselves from my father." He said calmly as if asking how your day was.

"I would say that's absurd Wil. It's not like Phil doesn't disapprove of us, its just he doesn't KNOW about us." You shook your head against his chest. "I know you hate sneaking around but I can't take having a public relationship. Once I finish my apprenticeship we can tell them. I'm busy enough as it is, I don't need Tommy breathing down my neck judging me more than he does."

"No no, I know. And I don't mind sneaking around Little Star, as long as its with you." Wilbur turned your chin towards him with a smile.

"That's sweet Wil." You gave him a quick kiss before snuggling back against his chest.

"But still...if you could live anywhere where would you go?" He asked playfully. You sat there in thought, wrinkling your nose and thinking with a hum.

"I think...maybe a star. A beautiful one that's warm and far far away from here where my apprenticeship doesn't matter and I can just be in peace." You sighed out eventually. "What about you?"

"Whatever planet is closest to your star." Wilbur said with little hesitation.

"You're a dork Wilbur Soot." You chuckled and held him tight.

"And you're beautiful Y/N L/N." He laughed and stuck a kiss to your cheek.

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Hope you liked it. I used a writing prompt for it

This One

That blog has a lot of good prompts and they're just really helpful with everything when it comes down to lack of inspiration.

I don't write fluff often but this made me want to so I hope you liked it! Here's a little bonus if you did!

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He'd dropped you off, kissed you, told you he loved you and goodnight. Now he could sneak back into his house through the back door and get what little sleep was left to have.

Wilbur was his father Phil's oldest son in the village ever since his brother Technoblade went off to learn the ways of a fabled Blood God. He hadn't heard from him in months and assumed he had passed away from the cultish habits. Being the oldest meant chores and responsibilities that required energy.

Energy that Wilbur did not have right now. Energy that he spent with you and would never regret doing so.

His feet were clumsy as exhaustion started to seep into his long limbs. He might've stepped on a few too many sticks and there was no way in the Nether he was going to be able to scale his house back to his shared room with Tommy's window.

"Please be asleep, please be asleep." Wilbur prayed quietly as he started turning the handle. It was dark in the house besides a dimly lit lamp illuminating the furnace and counters of the kitchen. He let out a breath of relief that his father wasn't doing that creepy thing of waiting by the door waiting for him.

'Now just be quiet.' He thought hard and stepped over each squeaky board up to his room. He slipped out of his clothes from the date and hardly got the sleep pants and sweatshirt on before collapsing onto his bed. Sleep rushing to claim him.

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Morning light settled over Wilbur's face, a shadow cast from something above him. The silhouette of a hat and a pair of wings in the corner of his bleary eyes was all he could manage.

"Wake up!" Philza's commanding voice made the boy jump from on top the blankets.

"Phil!" Wilbur exclaimed and sat up rubbing his eyes. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins.

"Where the HELL have you been?!" Wilbur's father's fists balled at his side. Frustration was etched into his face and his dark eyes were heavy with lack of sleep.

"Right here, what do you mean?" Wilbur stretched, hoping his half-truth would pass.

"Right here my ass! Where'd you go last night?!" Phil grabbed Wilbur's sweatshirt and brought him to a standing position before the younger man could even react fully.

"I...I don't know what you're-" Wilbur began before hid father's wings, which didn't work much due to past injury, flared up to block the morning sun coming in.

"Don't lie to me Wilbur! Tommy got up in the night to use the restroom and you were gone." Phil said with gritted teeth. "I have been out looking for you all night!" Hid wings dropped and the father removed his hat and gripped his blonde hair.

"What if you'd been hurt?!" His voice raised as worry settled in his tired eyes. "Where did you go Wil?" He asked again, softer this time.

"I," Wilbur grabbed his sleeve and sighed remembering your words.

"I know you hate sneaking around but I can't take having a public relationship. Once I finish my apprenticeship we can tell them. I'm busy enough as it is, I don't need Tommy breathing down my neck judging me more than he does."

'I'm sorry Y/N...' He thought bitterly. "I was out on a date." Wilbur confessed.

The tension brewed steadily as Wilbur refused to meet his father's eyes and Phil's silence drew out.

"With who?" Phil asked quietly.

"Y/N...she's the Librarian's apprentice. She doesn't get much free time and since I've been helping you with the shop we don't get much time together." Wilbur said begrudgingly. It felt nice to get it off his chest but he could only imagine your frustration now that he's told someone. Someone you BOTH were going to fell.

"Hold up you've got a girlfriend?!" Tommy's higher pitched voice broke the eerie silence. Wilbur glared at his little brother.

"Yeah I do. And the only reason we've had to keep it secret is your running mouth!" Wilbur sneered. He knew it wasn't right to lash out at Tommy. He was just a kid, he hadn't learned yet.

"You know I just mean it in good fun Wil. No need to be all hostile about it." Tommy grumbled and crossed his arms.

"Both of you quit it!" Phil demanded. Tommy walked away and Wilbur's head hung slightly as he turned back to his father, still not meeting his eyes.

"Wil, why didn't you just tell me?" Phil asked.

"I would've, but Y/N wanted to keep it secret. She didn't want to deal with official stuff until she finished her apprenticeship." Wilbur explained. "She's busy. She wanted the to meet you properly without the need for her to be on the tight schedule she runs. She wanted it to be on her own terms instead of in what little free time she's got when she should be resting."

Silence dropped again before feathers wrapped around Wilbur along with a pair of strong arms.

"Alright then." Phil sighed. "Thank you for telling me."

Wilbur returned the embrace gratefully.

"Does this mean I'm not grounded?" Wilbur asked hopefully which earned a rumbling laugh from his father.

"You wish. You tell Y/N you won't be sneaking out anytime soon. You've got a week of running the shop yourself and two for just community service. Particularly at the Butcher shop." Phil instructed and pulled out of the hug to pat his son on the shoulder.

Wilbur sighed. "Too much to hope I can at least visit her on lunch?" He asked.

"I'm not a monster, son." Phil smiled and left the room. Wilbur sat back onto his bed and pulled out his pen and paper to write out his explanation.

"...I'm sorry again, but I'll see you soon Little Star.

Love,

Wilbur"

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