Schlattbur Oneshots [2025]

I - Nights Like These (Rewrite) || hurt/comfort

and old schlattbur hurt/comfort story from jan. 2022. thought i'd rewrite it.

story very loosely. LOOSELY. based on the title, which is nights like these by pigeon pit.

first chapter !! hope you enjoy.

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Wilbur sat on the edge of a bridge. Not just any bridge, but the bridge he and Schlatt had found one fateful autumn day. No matter what, they always found their way back. It wasn't nice, in fact, quite the contrary. But it was theirs. The bridge was rickety and low to the water, which had frozen over with the intense cold that was biting at Wilbur's cheeks.

He sighed, his breath expelled by small gusts of white. His lips were slightly parted, red and stiff from the bitter temperatures. Beside him, a bottle of scotch sat. His hand was curled around it, and when he brought it to his mouth, his hands trembled in a way that accompanied the steady-falling flowing tears that fell from his eyes. He didn't bother wiping them away, and they froze before they could climb past his scarf.

Truth be told, he was drunk. Drunk enough to make rash decisions. He'd caved to his feelings and texted Schlatt. He wanted him to come to Wilbur, so he could tell Schlatt everything. All of his pent up feelings that he'd repressed for far too long. He felt the only way he could do it was when he wasn't sober.

His phone was low in battery, but he checked it anyway. The cold caused his thumb to stutter as he opened up the message he sent to Schlatt.

Wilbur, 10:26 PM:
Schlatt—
Please visit me on our bridge. I need to see you.

It was marked read almost two minutes after he'd initially sent it.  A part of Wilbur held onto hope that Schlatt would still show up, his veins coursing with adrenaline every time they thought about it. God, did he just want to kiss Schlatt. Feel his lips soften against his, get lost in how he felt against him. Be able to hold him, feel the warmth return to his trembling body.

But it had been thirty minutes since the text. And Schlatt didn't reply.

His hope diminished, taking another long, thoughtful swig of whiskey every time his body wracked with more uncontrollable sobs. It all seemed futile. Useless. Wilbur was left with his own thoughts and feelings, his eyes slamming shut against them. The only sound was the harsh wind blowing through his curls and Wilbur's sobs.

Wilbur brought his guitar, the case sitting behind him against the railing along with all of his other belongings. He wanted to play, but his fingers were locked with the cold. He didn't care, he still reached for it, but before he could turn around he heard a voice.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur's half-lidded eyes shot open, his body jolting. He turned to the figure.

"Schlatt?" He breathed, his voice gravely.

Schlatt didn't say anything. He studied Wilbur's state, noticing the half empty bottle of scotch and Wilbur's puffy eyes. He could tell he'd been out here for too long.

"I.. I didn't think you'd show up."

Schlatt huffed, "Cmon, Wilbur. I'm not that much of a prick." He said. There was a beat of silence before Schlatt spoke again. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Wilbur said quietly. "I just— needed to see you."

There was another silence which Schlatt used to scan Wilbur again, trying to find a deeper meaning. He saw Wilbur's rigid stature and flushed red cheeks and lips, the cold clearly consuming his body. It was a timbre that fit the British man all too well. He looked so.. broken, at that moment. But his features still shone to Schlatt with the same intensity as they always did. He didn't think that it would be his main takeaway from the situation, but it often was when he looked at Wilbur.

Schlatt still remained quiet, and walked up to him. He outstretched his arms, inviting Wilbur in for a hug. It wasn't a gesture that he did often, so he felt painfully out of place. Wilbur carefully came down from the railing and made his way over to him.

They pulled each other in, and Wilbur let out a long breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He craned his head to where it rested in the crook of Schlatt's necks. Schlatt wrapped his arms around Wilbur, holding him like he would fade away if he didn't. He could feel just how cold the brit was and it made him tremble by association.

"Wil.. you know I'm always here, right?" Schlatt said, his breath against Wilbur's neck. "I would've never left you out here like this."

Wilbur's heart clenched in his chest. "I know. Thank you." He whispered, just loud enough for Schlatt to hear. He bit back an 'I love you'.

Schlatt pulled back for a moment, looking up at Wilbur again, his hands still firm on Wilbur's arm. Wilbur gazed down at Schlatt, his eyes moving to his lips instinctively, like second nature. He was drunk enough to be hyper-aware of Schlatt touching him, making his knees weak.

He breathed shakily, swallowing. "Can.. Can I kiss you?" He spoke, the words leaving his mouth made his legs weaken.

His gaze was still fixed on Schlatt, who didn't respond. The silence made Wilbur's eyes water again, the tears threatening to spill.

Schlatt blinked, "Are.. you sure this isn't just drunk Wilbur talking? Or do you actually want to kiss me?" He asked, his hands sliding down to take Wilbur's icy hands in his own.

"No, Schlatt.. Please. I need this." Wilbur pleads, his eyes looking at Schlatt with sincerity and desire. The tears that were previously bordering on his eyes were now running down his cheeks again.

Schlatt's expression softened as he looked up, seeing the truthfulness in Wilbur's tear-stricken eyes. He placed one of his hands on Wilbur's cheek gently, as if he were a piece of the glass threatening to shatter at any wrong movement.

He wiped away his tears the best he knew how. "It's okay, Wilbur— It's okay."

Schlatt stood on his toes and connected lips with Wilbur, who let out a faint noise at the contact. He melted into it, his sheer touch-starved-ness making the kiss so much richer and meaningful. They pulled away for a moment, looking at each other briefly before they kissed again, this time the kiss grew deeper. Schlatt never realized how much he'd been wanting to do this until he had Wilbur pinned against the bridge column, licking into his mouth as they memorized every detail about each other.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, panting with kiss-bitten lips.

"Thank you." Wilbur breathed, his voice low and raspy. It caused a visceral reaction within Schlatt.

Schlatt just nodded, their foreheads connecting as they let their eyes close against each other.

"You wanna.. stay a couple nights at my place?" Schlatt finally said, a bit dazed still.

"That would be lovely." Wilbur said instantaneously, his voice inflicted with excitement.

Schlatt chuckled at Wilbur's excitement, fishing for his keys in his pocket. "Alright, don't forget your stuff, Wil."

"Ah, that's right. I nearly forgot.."

Wilbur laughed for the first time that day, and the sound rang pleasantly in Schlatt's ears.