Wilford Warfstache x Mute! Sister! Reader {Protector}

                                    

                                          
OKAY. A WORD. While Yes, the title say's Sister! Reader. 
                          
YOU ARE NOT MARK'S BIOLOGICAL SISTER. 
                          
This one shot was based off of a previous scrapped one where as a kid Mark take you under his wing and just vibes as you two grow up. 
                          
Please stop commenting Sweet Home Alabama. Incest is not Wincest.
                          
After your first meeting with Dark, Mark and Jack both agreed they would show you the rest of the egos. Everyone was really nice and gave the same look when you introduce yourself. Well everyone but the Author and Host, since they understood anything before anyone. Each one gave you warm welcomes but the one they called Wilford had the best welcome. Hunkiplier (aka Sexyplier) made his way over to you, you were going to sign hello but he ended up grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. 'What is with these people and kissing me?' you thought as he stood up. His next action was cut short when a large pink explosion filled the room. A man with electric pink neon hair had stole you from him, spinning you slightly before stopping in a bow. "My fair lady, I am Warfstache, Wilford Warfstache." You could feel your face flush a light red, "Charming Entrance." You signed earning a laugh from him, along with a displeased grunt from Hunkiplier. You spent the rest of the night helping the egos with simple sign language so they could understand something with help from Host or Mark. Wilford was always in line of sight, or next to you talking. You had to admit, the man knew how to woo a lady properly as he made you blush a couple of times. One of these said times if when he hugged you, now it was a normal hug until he dipped you down, forcing you to stare into his melting chocolate brown eyes. He pulled you up to your feet to begin laughing, all while you were lightly slapping the back of his head. Soon the time time came where everyone started heading to their rooms, Mark offered his bed to you but you refused, "Mark i'm fine on the couch. Go to bed knuckle head." You signed, kissing his temple lightly before walking over to the couch and laying on it. "Okay, wake me up if you need anything sis." He said before walking up the stairs. You sighed before you heard that same peppy voice from the kitchen, "You know, you can always share my bed." He said, you shot him the angry mother look, earning a laugh from him before he walked over. "But seriously, i don't want you to get hurt." You tilted your head at his tone of voice, like he was on the verge of tears. "Oh Warf, don't worry. I have Chica to protect me if anything goes wrong. If push comes to shove I'll run to your room and get you." You signed, watching as he rubbed his face. After a flash of your kind smile he stood up, "Okay, just....come get me if anything happens." He said, ruffling your (h/l) (h/c) hair. He slowly walks up the stairs, listening to the rustle of Chica's collar as the rustle of blankets.
                          


                          
You were asleep on the couch, both outside and inside were pitch black so visibility was low. You hand had been resting on Chica's chest, feeling it rise and fall. You hair covered your face slightly but you been woken up by Chica jumping to her feet and dashing up the stairs. You rubbed your face, sighing as you sat up and popped your back. You glanced around, being pitch black it was hard to see but when you squinted you could make out the outline of someone. They seemed to be holding something in there hand, long and sharp. You slowly got off the couch when you heard loud foot steps run your way. You towards the stairs, you can see someone's light still on and the clatter of paws echoing. You reached out towards the banister when the unidentified man grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him. You tried to pull your hand away, even punching him a couple of times before he threw you to the ground. It wasn't like a shove where you tripped and fell, no. He literally picked you up and slammed you to the ground. You laid on the floor, gasping for air that your lungs needed so desperately. You heard the man's deep laughter before the sound of a click and a loud bang rung out. You clasped your hands over your ears as the man fell in front of you, a hole in the middle of his fore head. You saw Wilford rush over to you, pulling you away from the man's lifeless body. "Princess did he hurt you?" He questioned as you sat there holding him as if your life depended on him, he placed a hand on your back and began rubbing small circles trying to calm you down. The others soon rushed down the stairs, all very confused to the dead man on the floor. Wilford shook his head lightly as a signal to not ask about it. When you calmed down you explained your part of the story. Wilford sat there, hugging you tightly as the others were either to tired to follow along or to shocked to understand. When the others went to their beds Wilford picked you up holding you gently in his arms. "If you don't mind I'm having you sleep in my room tonight given the circumstances." You nodded your head, resting it on his chest. The warm fuzzy feeling buzzed lightly under your skin as he carried you to his room, you had snuggled into his chest, effectively making him blush. You heard a couple of 'awes' and 'cute!' as you walked to his room. When he opened the door the smell of fresh strawberries and French vanilla embraced you warmly. Tickling you nose with the sweet perfect blend, he smiled as you melted to the scents. He laid you into the pink messy fluff he called his bed, you welcomed the warmth and rolled over. You opened your eyes, Wilford had a dark shade of red painted across his face as you looked over to him. He had removed his spenders and his pretty pink bow tie which left in him a partially unbutton dress shirt and pants. You quickly buried your head into the blankets, you heard his soft chuckle as he sat next to you. He looked over to you, admiring you facial structure, hair, and eyes. "Thank you." you signed to him, he gently took your hands in his, kissing them lightly before rolling over you. Laying next to you he gives you a small smile. You smile back, and without any words needing to be exchanged he gently places his lips on to yours kissing you lightly with passion. His lips tasted of chocolate melted with any sweet you could imagine, it was intoxicating. When he pulled away to breathe he cupped your face, resting his forehead on your own. "(Y/n), I promise I won't ever let anyone hurt you." He said as he leaned over you to kiss you once again.
                          


                          
I thought this one was really cute!! I just love it so much!