jschlatt imagines

the war

hi everyone! this was a request from JustAsali! this is the first au i've ever done, so please feel free to leave any constructive criticism or advice you have on this chapter, i appreciate all of it! this is less of an "overthrowing" plot and more of a "compromise and work together" plot, so if you would like me to rewrite it to be a bit more action-y, please let me know. i went with the more compromise route because i'm not that well-versed in action writing and didn't want to put out something that i wasn't really all that proud of. thank you for reading and i hope you have a wonderful day <3

tw: battle, injuries, alcohol

"today's the day, y/n," wilbur spoke as the two of you walked along a familiar grassy path, one that you would often stroll when you needed some time to think.

you let out a sigh and adjusted your coat. "i know," you looked over at wilbur. "what if it doesn't work? what if we all die?" a small amount of fear was evident in your eyes.

the tall brunette put a hand on your shoulder. "our plan is foolproof, y/n. we won't die, you know schlatt won't have that," he reassured you.

you looked down at the ground as you continued walking. "i know, i know. god, this is so fucked up. the guy i love and i are feuding against each other and our countries are going to war." you looked up at wilbur once more. "i'm gonna overthrow the one i love."

"i know it's crazy, y/n. it definitely is, but that's okay. once we win, maybe schlatt will finally realize he's been wrong this whole time and rule with you," wilbur spoke as he looked up to the sky. "it's almost noon, we should head back."

you nodded as the two of you turned around, walking back to pogtopia. "wilbur?" you spoke after a bit of silence.

wilbur looked over to you and hummed in question.

"you won't press the button, will you?"

wilbur closed his eyes. "that plan is only for if we totally lose, y/n."

"okay," you quietly mumbled.

after reaching pogtopia, you found tubbo and tommy preparing supplies.

"oh, hi y/n!" tubbo exclaimed as he gathered arrows.

"hi tubbo!" you responded before he came over and began brushing something off of your coat.

"tubbo, what the hell are you doing?" tommy chuckled.

"they've got a bit of dirt on their coat! we can't have one of our leaders looking all dusty, can we?" he responded, making you smile.

"thank you, tubbo," you responded as you gazed around pogtopia. "where's everyone else?"

"oh, they're all closer to manberg. they're keeping an eye on what schlatt is planning to do while we get some supplies," tommy responded as he closed a chest. "i think we've got everything we need here, huh?"

tubbo nodded and hummed in agreement.

"alright then, let's get suited up and head out," wilbur spoke as he clapped his hands together. three of you put on your armor, but wilbur didn't. you looked at him as you shined a smudge off of your sword.

"wil, where's your armor?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"i'm not gonna wear it," he deadpanned.

"wha- you're not doing that, put it on."

"i'm going in without it, i'll be fine," he assured you.