love and war *·˚ ༘♡ jschlatt x reader *·˚ ༘♡ dreamsmp

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tw: flirting, attempted sex??? idk

longer chapter btw

y/n and schlatts day was unique, they'd spent their time doing things that didn't require much, however it meant so much more. walks around a park, on the beach, and a picnic in the forest for lunch...

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y/n had put special care into the picnic, a soft blanket beneath them, flowers spread elegantly around them, cakes, porkchops, berries, and honey. everything was perfect. y/n loved days like this, simple ones. they used to be so common, so abundant. now they were hard to come by. their cottages, hand made goods, simplistic yet warm moments- now glazed over in a rich, aged glaze, like wine. it wasn't terrible, but it was foreign, bittersweet. y/n never liked bittersweet chocolate. she missed their hill, but it was so far now- a distant memory. she took a sip of her wine, savoring the taste. schlatt was staring at her again, with those eyes, so inviting- so charming. she blushed, grinning at him,

"what...?" she giggled.

"nothing..." he sighed. the light peering through the leaves above them so perfectly outlined y/n, making him grin again. she was enchanting, every imperfection just making her even more perfect. he couldn't help but gawk at her. she could have anyone, he thought. yet she chose me. what is so special, about me? schlatt pondered, all while stupidly staring at her, he was such a fool. a fool in love.

"schlatt...?" she mumbled, attempting to catch his attention.

"hm?" he mumbled. she smiled again, setting her wine glass down and crawling over to schlatts side. she sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and pulling his hand into hers. he hummed at her touch, pulling her closer. he rested his head on hers, savoring the sweet smell of washed away shampoo in her hair mixed with the perfume he had bought her, creating an inviting scent only for him.

"i'm your angel" she mumbled. a swirl of happiness danced through schlatts mind, his. he dreamed of everything he could do with her by his side, how highly she thought of him. and he sighed, a flood of a new emotion washing over his mind. something eternal, domestic. he smiled. something lasting, meaningful- till death do them part. he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

"hey...we're gonna go somewhere special tonight" he brushed his fingers through her hair.

"where...?" she smiled curiously.

"it's a surprise, a fancy one" he whispered, grinning. he pushed himself up, helping y/n up as well. "hey- i gotta run somewhere real quick, work related. but i'll be back soon, promise, then i'll meet you at home. okay?" y/n nodded in response, he smiled, admiring how understanding she was. "you're the best" he pressed a kiss on her lips before walking off hurriedly, leaving y/n alone.

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after y/n had cleaned up their picnic, she made her way home. home. she liked how she could call that place home. it felt productive coming out of her mouth. even the air felt perfect, warm and only a little windy. she wondered what niki was doing, she knew how niki wasn't fond of schlatt. to be fair, schlatt did exile wilbur, nikis close friend. she shook her head, she didn't want to get involved. she looked down- remembering niki, and last night. gently rolling up her sleeve, she winced, frowning at the dark purple bruise formed across her arm. god forbid schlatt would see it, she could only imagine what he would do. she could imagine, remember, his anger- yelling, swearing, then washing away. all melting down to sadness, it was always that. crying into her waist, or shoulder, or kisses. she hated to see him sad, it was worse than anger. arriving home, she made her way through that hobby, through the hallway, giving a quick, cheerful wave to a worried tubbo. she stepped into their suite, a chilly breeze struck her across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. she felt watched. setting the basket down in the kitchen, she walked into their bedroom, a confused glance spreading across her face. the balcony door was wide open, a menacing glare rearing over its frame, shades danced with the wind, like ghosts pulling y/n forward, over, and into oblivion. she shook her head, walking over and closing the doors with a click. a footstep creaked behind her and she jumped,