"Wilford how are we going to get out of this one?! They have us surrounded. Neither of us have enough bullets and if we run, they'll kill us!" I was nearly having a panic attack before Wilford shushed me.

"Y/N! I know. Let me think. I promise you that you're...we're going to get out of this alive." He muttered some words to himself that I was unable to hear. "Look at me...I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Wilford don't take no sh*t from nobody! Especially those officers out there who think they finally got us, well they're wrong dearie!" I smiled slightly before hearing a forceful banging at our door.

"Miss L/N and Mr. Warfstache?!" my heart sank to my stomach, they got us. They freaking got us! "We know your in there, now come out peacefully and make it easier on everyone. If you don't respond within twenty minutes or we're entering by force, got that Warfstache?!"

Wilford scoffed at the officer, but gave him the silent treatment. He paced the room back and forth muttering to himself trying to devise a plan. Meanwhile, I sat on the edge of the bed with my face buried in my hands. I had a silent waterfall of tears streaming down my face, whilst trying desperately to come up with my own ideas to escape. Wilford always hated it when I cried, said it made me look weak, so I continued my silent sobs while he desperately paced the hotel room.

You're probably wondering how we got to this point. How I was part of this infamous duo. How we became wanted. It all started with my own stupidity. Wil says it's not my fault, but I can't help but feel guilty. He doesn't know that of course. I guess you can say I had a thing for the bad boys, which is fine unless you're dating one. At first my ex was sweet and kind, but it soon became apparent that he wasn't interested in me alone. If he wanted something...or someone...he took it. I on the other hand, refused to stay with a cheating pig and dump his *ss...well try to.  The night I had tried to break it off, things got ugly real fast. He drug me by my hair, out of the bar and down
a back ally. I was kicking, screaming, and fighting to no avail. He even punched me at one point knocking me nearly unconscious, but that's when Wilford stepped in. Thankfully for me, Wil heard my cries for help. Said he'd never tolerate a man beating on a woman. Wil gave him every ounce of his heated rage. I don't think that man will ever look the same or walk without a limp again, but it was hard to feel bad for him. 

After the quarrel came to an end, a bloody-knuckled Wilford kneeled beside me. He barely had a scrape or bruise on him. It didn't take long before I blacked out for quite sometime, but when I awoke, I was in Wilford's apartment. He said that he helped me and now I had to help him. A deal you might say. I really didn't get much of a say in this and I was more than willing to help out this man who saved me. My mistake, well sort of. I didn't know what I was getting my self into. Basically I had to be the getaway driver, the accomplice, his Partner in crime, but in return we'd split the reward and he'd never let anything happen to me. He promised me, that no matter how bad it got, he'd never let me get hurt by anyone. 

The one thing I'm still trying to figure out is when my side of the deal will be complete. Sometimes I like the thrill of the chase and saving Wilford's *ss all the time, but I often wish I had my old life back. The one where I didn't have to hide and live in fear of something happening to him, to me. It's stressful. 

But now I feel that I will soon complete my end of the deal. Though I fear it will end with my name etched in a granite headstone. If I'm lucky enough to even get a headstone. Or maybe we'll rot in prison for our crimes. Who knows? All I know now, is that we are wanted fugitives and the cops are outside our doors.

****
I was brought out of my thoughts and memories by Wilford shaking me and taking my hands into his own. "Y/N? Y/N, I have a plan." my eyes widened in joy, but he quickly showed that I shouldn't be. "Y/N? Your'e not going to like the sound of it, but I don't care. We don't have much time left. You will NOT argue me on this, do you understand?"

I nodded my head. "Wilford, wha..what are you gonna do?" my voice was shaking, as I was on the verge of tears.

"Ok, there's a vent over there." He said while pointing toward it. "That vent is big enough for you. You will get in it and stay as silent as a mouse. Do you understand? Then I will move the couch in front of it." He stopped for a moment and looked around. Was he tearing up? He sighed deeply before continuing. "Y/N? I promised you I'd never let anything happen to you. This is me keeping my promise. Once you're safely hidden, I will wait. The cops will come in and I will fight." I quickly cut him off.

"Wilford NO! They'll kill you. If we can't take them together, what makes you think you can alone? No.. I will not le..." 

"Y/N! We don't have the f*cking time to argue about this. So listen to me d*mmit! You'll do as I say. Sit in there silently until everything is silent around you. Wait till the police clear out and then run. You get out of here and start a better life without me. I'm soo..sorry for bringing you into this. This wasn't the life you were meant to live, darling. I'm doing this for you. Now come on." He tugged at my arm, but I didn't budge. Instead I burst into tears. I couldn't lose him, I cared too much.

"Wil..Wilford please?! There has to be another way? I can't do it Wil. Not without you."

"Y/N? Y/N, please don't cry." He knelt down in front of me. We were eye level now. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes looking sadly at my e/c eyes. He caressed my cheek with his hand and swiped the tears away. "Y/N...do you know why I really don't like seeing you cry?" I shook my head. I always assumed he hated my weakness. "It's not that it makes you weak. No, it's because it makes me weak. Showing your true emotions takes strength, but it also brings me to my knees."

I was in complete awe of what he just told me. I've never heard Wilford speak this way. He slowly rested his forehead on mine and I saw a tear slide down his cheek. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you this before Y/N, I just..I just don't know how..." his words trailed off. He leaned back and looked straight into my eyes as I followed suit. What I saw hurt me, it was his pain. Something Wilford had never shown me before. He gently swiped my cheek again before continuing. "I...I fell in love with you darling. I didn't want to admit it, but I do. I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. I truly am, but now it's too late. I'm going to keep my promise. You're going to get out of here, take everything we've saved, and start a new life. A better life without someone like me putting your life in danger. Now please, darling? We have to move!"

My eyes welled up and were overflowing with tears. I leaned into his hand and allowed my full emotions to show. I couldn't do what he asked me. The truth is...I was nothing without him. He could've told me three weeks ago that our deal had ended and I wouldn't have left him. That's just the cold, hard truth. I had fallen for him as well, but refused to let myself believe it. The man who saved me so long ago didn't only save the helpless woman in that alleyway, he saved me from myself.

My words were barely a whisper, but he heard them. "Please....don't do this? Th..There has to be another way?" He closed his eyes and was holding back his tears. I could tell by the way his lip slightly quivered before clamping shut and how he through his head back in frustration, with himself and the situation. "Wil? I can't do it, I love you. I have for a while, but I've been too d*mn stubborn to admit it! D*mn you Wilford...!"

I punched his shoulder and chest. once, twice, three, four, five...I didn't stop until I couldn't do it any longer. He just sat there and took my every punch. I didn't want to. Something built up inside me and I released it on him. I finally collapsed and fell right into his arms. Then, I just laid there. Crying. Praying. Cussing. My mind was in shambles and he was the only thing keeping me from going mad.

He patted the back of my head and pulled me close to him. I knew he was crying now, as well. I could hear his unsteady breathing and felt his tears fall onto my own face. He was sitting on the floor completely now with me tightly embraced in his arms. I melted into his warm hold; I never wanted it to end. I whispered a small 'I'm sorry' and he only responded by pulling me the closest he could into himself. He then pulled away and looked at me.

"We don't have much longer darling. I'm sorry it had to end this way." My drying tears were quickly replaced by freshly falling ones. "Shh...Y/N. It's ok, it's ok. Darling? Can I ask you something? I want to know if you're ok with this?"

I nodded, keeping my head low. He brought up his hand under my chin and slowly raised my head to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft. I've never seen this look before...that's because it's the look of a man who has decided to give his life to save mine. It was a look of understanding, willpower, loss, and...love. Yes, Wil had love in his gaze.

"Can I kiss you?" My eyes widened. I was more in shock at the fact that he asked! Wilford was usually the act first, ask questions later persona. But he's asking me. He truly does love me...there's no other reason he would've asked me. I found my smile again and nodded. Then his smile drew wide, almost psychotic. I don't think he intended that, it's just in his nature. I didn't care though. I loved it.

My heart rate picked up and my puffy, red eyes slowly drifted close. Wilford leaned forward and kissed me. I felt my heart explode in joy. His pink mustache ever so slightly, tickling my face. My cheeks were burning hot and I know he had to feel it. He kissed me with a fiery passion. He kissed me like he would never let me go. He kissed me like he would never kiss anyone again. That made my heart jolt in uneasiness. I wanted to cry again knowing, this was possibly his last kiss. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and kissed him back with everything I had built inside. Love. Anger. Pain. I don't know what, but I can tell he liked it. I never wanted to stop. Even now as it's getting hard to breathe, I didn't care. If I died right now, at least I'd died happy.

The reality of it though, is that it did had to end. He pulled away smiling and slowly ran his thumb over my now tender lips. He had sadness hidden in his eyes, but still wore his beautiful smile. One I so dearly longed for. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a banging at the door.

*bang bang bang* "Five minutes Warfstache! That's it. Now make this easy and give up already. We got you!" The officer yelled through the door. Wilford simply grunted and ignored him. I on the other hand was torn apart again. I couldn't leave Wil...I couldn't have him die for me. I didn't deserve that. Wilford stood up and extended his hand to pull me up. And I did so.

"Wilford? What if we...we surren..."

"No! I will not live my life in a cage!" He shouted. I flinched at his sudden outburst. "Godd*mmit Y/N? I don't want to yell at you! Please...we're running out of time and I couldn't bare the thought of you..." He stopped for a moment. I knew he couldn't say it out loud, but I knew what he meant.  "Just...I really need you to..." *ring ring ring*

The telephone began ringing. Wilford rolled his eyes and stomped towards the phone. He hesitantly picked it up. When he finally did, he placed the phone to his ear without saying a word.

"Umm...hello? Warfstache is this you?" The stranger asked.

"F*ck off!" Wil slammed the phone down and it immediately rang again. He picked it up again, now getting irritated. "What do you want? I'm not taking any sh*t from nobody, so mind what you're saying to me."

"Nice to hear from you to Warfstache. Now listen the name is Mark Fischbach. I'm a negotiator here, that works for the surrounding departments..." Wil cut this Fischbach fellow off.

"Not interested. Is that all?" Wilford retorted. I gave him a look that begged him to at least hear the man out. I couldn't hear everything, but I heard negotiator.

"No, Wilford. I'm holding the officers back for now. So long as we are talking, they aren't coming in. How does the that sound?" Wil stayed silent. "I'll take that as a good sign. So listen, my plan is to..."

They spoke for about ten minutes or so and then Wilford hung up the phone from this Fischbach man. He sat down and explained that we were indeed surrendering.  I was in shock, but something about his look told me he had a plan.

"Whatever you're planning Wil, just don't get yourself killed. Otherwise sounds good, let's go." He smiled his devious smile, took me by the hand, and led me to the door. He unlocked it and waited for Fischbach to enter. Him and five officers came in, immediately handcuffing us both and leading us out of the building. I was placed in a patrol car and Wil was placed in Fischbach's car. I hated the separation. Wil has always kept me calm in these situations and he was the talker, not me. Now what? I just hope I don't screw this up. And I hope he is ok.

Several minutes passed and we hadn't moved. I soon saw a well dressed man walking over to the vehicle. He spoke to the officer standing outside my car and they soon were moving me out of the patrol car. The man introduced himself as Mark Fischbach, the negotiator from earlier.

As he lead me toward his vehicle a familiar voice boomed in our direction. It was the officer whom had been banging at the hotel door. The Chief more specifically. He wasn't happy that Mr. Fischbach was taking "his" prisoners away in his squad car. After some arguing and who's authority is higher bullsh*t, they finally settled on both Wilford and I riding with an Officer McLoughlin and Fischbach. I climbed into his car and smiled as soon as I seen Wil. I wanted to kiss him and hold him, both impossible as we were still handcuffed.

The drive was long and it seemed odd we were heading away from the city, but Fischbach said we were heading to his office. He kept turning back a smiling, not sure why. He asked the typical questions at first, then he said some things that made me question what was really happening.

"Do you guys know that the paper's and tabloid's have you dubbed as the "New Bonnie and Clyde"? Well I can see reason to, but I don't think you should have such a tragic ending. That would be a shame. No, I think you two could do better. Be a shame if something happened. If you two ever get the chance, start a better life. One without the Wanted posters. What do you think McLoughlin?" The man responded in agreement with an Irish accent. His piercing blue eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "Same here. So I guess all I can say is stay safe and out of trouble, brother. Thank me later. Buh-Bye....." I was confused and looked at Wilford. He had a worried smile. He immediately jumped to my side of the car and cocooned me in his tight embrace. That's when I heard the screech of tires and glass shattering. Everything went black.

I was awoken by Wilford pulling me out of a mangled vehicle. I was in and out of consciousness, but realized that we must've been in an accident. I wanted to help, but my eyes forced themselves shut and the world fell silent around me.

****
I awoke with a throbbing headache and low pitch whirling in my ears. My whole body ached, but felt numb at the same time. I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the light. When I finally focused, I realized I had never seen the place before. It looked like it was a small cabin or something. I went to move but something prevented me. Something warm and strong wrapped around my waist. I smiled. I new exactly what it was, or more accurately whom it was. My Wilford. He must've felt my attempted movement as he soon propped himself on his elbow, nuzzled into my neck and kissed my cheek.

"Good morning darling. How do you feel?" He finished by kissing my cheek again.

I hummed in response to his kisses and madly blushed as well. Which only made him do it more. "Morning. I'm a little sore, but I feel better knowing you're here." I smiled looking over my shoulder at the man I've indefinitely fallen for.

"Well, I'll get you some Tylenol." He started to set up, but I stopped him. I turned so I was facing him.

"I don't want any, I just want to stay here with you." He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss. One to be craved. We both pulled away smiling. We were silent for a few moments before I spoke again. "Wil, where are we? And what exactly happened?"

He sat up and began to explain. "Right now, we're at a friend's cabin. He owed me a favor and we needed a place to stay, so here we are. And...we were in an accident of sorts. You see...Fischbach and I devised an escape. The only believable thing to authorities, an accident. Fischbach and the officer were found safely in there vehicle, while we were missing. Here...I think this will help." He handed me a folded, handwritten letter addressed to Wilford and I.

Dear Wil and Miss Y/N,
I hope you carry on a long and happy life now. I was a little shocked when I woke up, handcuffed to Officer McLoughlin this evening, but I do have to say smart move Warfstache. The others never suspected it as a setup at all.
I know that this second chance you two have been given will not go to waste, Wil made that very clear to me. My brother may be a pain and quite stubborn, but I can see that he loves you very much Y/N. Just promise that you two will stay out of trouble and avoid all run-ins with the authorities. I love you brother and I hope that you accept this as an apology.

P.s. I better be invited to the wedding!

Your Brother,
Mark Fischbach

I finished and could barely believe what I had just read. Wil and the negotiator, Mark, were brothers. I sat the folded letter on stomach and looked at Wil. "So....you and Mark are brothers? And you came up with a plan for us to run away?" He smiled and nodded. "When did you come up with this? How did you make it work? And a freaking car accident? Wilford, that could've got us all killed?!"

"Y/N, darling calm down. You shouldn't get so worked up over this. I just don't want you hurting yourself." I gave him a glare, but realized he was right. I took a deep breath and encouraged him up go on. "Now darling, Mark and I spoke in his vehicle, back at the hotel. It wasn't something easy, but we knew what we had to do. I didn't realize he was going to wreck his car so drastically. I thought fender-bender, not totalling it. I did this for you, dearie. I love you so much."

I smiled at him and he smiled back. "You are both crazy, you know that?"

"No darling. I'm not crazy; I'm mad!" He gave me that psychotic smile again. I've grown accustomed to it though. I liked it. No...I loved it. I bit my lip and stared into his loving eyes. They were full of passion, but also dark intentions. All in which, I wanted to know about one day.

"I know you are and that's what makes you perfect. I guess loving you is what makes me crazy, huh?" I shot him a playful grin and raised a eyebrow.

"Hmmm....I can think of a few more things that'll make you crazy...crazy for me?!" He whispered in a low and seductive voice. It was so sexy and tempting, but I knew this wasn't the time or place. I smiled and kissed him, as he kissed me. He slowly placed kisses down my jaw and finally my neck. I hummed to the sensations, but soon my aching muscles brought me back to reality.

"Wil?"

"Hmm.." he muttered between kisses.

"Wil?! Oww..I'm sorry." he sat up immediately and asked what was wrong, as well as repeatedly apologized. "Wilford, I'm sorry. I'm just in a lot of pain right now. I don't want to disappoint you, but...I..." he immediately cut me off.

"Y/N? Don't ever think that you are a disappointment. I love you, darling. And I find it hard to believe that you could ever disappoint me. I'm sorry I hurt you. I want you to rest now." He took my hand and rubbed his thumb over, smiling at me. Then, with a devilish grin and a seductive whisper,  he spoke again. "We can make arrangements later." He winked at me. God this man was unbelievable, but I love him. "I'm joking, darling. And is there anything you need or want?"

"Thank you, Wil. And you're so bad." I covered my face in embarrassment and my face turned a deep shade of red. He laughed at me, pulling my hands away, and kissed my forehead. He asked me once again if I wanted anything. "Well, I am a little hungry?"

He smiled and climbed out of bed. "Good, so am I! I'll go make us something, you just stay right here and rest now Y/N. I love you, darling."

"Thank you, Wilford. I love you too."

****
The next few weeks flew by. We were still wanted fugitives, but Wil had friends that helped us out. Wilford and I decided to find a place of our own and settle down. Instead of constantly moving between the usual apartments and hotels or our makeshift home, in the old warehouse. We actually bought ourselves a home. It was perfect for the two of us.

We settled in quite quickly. Wilford and I bought furniture, decorations, and gave it a fresh coat of paint...as well as ourselves. Wil thought he would be cute and paint my nose. I made sure to give him some color on his cheeks, just not in the blushing manner. By the time we were finished with our little scuffle, we were covered head to toe in a mixture of paints. Miraculously, Wil didn't get one drop of it in his adorable, pink mustache.

Afterwards we both rushed for bathroom, but in the end...we both won. I spent the evening with Wilford, soaking in our new spa-tub. We sat at opposite ends of the tub, he would periodically lean forward for a kiss, which I happily obliged, and we had the occasional footsie battles. It was a simple evening, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Once we were finished scrubbing away the last of the paint, we drained the cloudy tub of its sudsy, paint mixture, toweled off and headed straight to bed. There I spent the night wrapped tightly and safely in Wilford's arms. I couldn't ask for anything more.

I awoke the next morning, still wrapped in Wilford's arms. I finally climbed out of bed, once Wil reluctantly released me from his hold. I made my way through our home.  The place was beautiful. Wil may have gone a bit overboard on the pink, but I didn't mind.

Once Wilford came down, we had breakfast and talked about plans for  some friends we invited over for the evening. Wil and I had been tossing the idea around, but now we finally had everything set. Wil said he had something special planned. I could only assume he was going to do something grand for his brother, Mark. After all, none of this would be possible without him.

We only invited a handful of people, but I was a little nervous. This would be the first time seeing some of these people in weeks and some months, others I'd only met once or twice through Wil. I invited some of my immediate friends and family and the same for Wilford.

****
It's four in the afternoon and our new home is filled with new and familiar faces. The evening went by much faster than I had expected. We had a lovely meal prepared by Wil and some delicious desserts that our guests brought.

The night was winding down and Wilford stood by my side. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on my temple. Then he did something I never could've imagined.

"Excuse me? Can I have everyone's attention please. Thank you friends and family. I'm overjoyed that you have come here this evening to spend time with us in our new home. It means a lot to both myself and Y/N. Now I just have a few quick announcements and then we can get back to the party. First and foremost thank you Mark. If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I would still be here today." Hearing those words made my heart break, because I don't know if he would be either. "I have most definitely forgiven you brother, and I'm sorry it took so long." Wil released his hold from me and walked towards Mark. He didn't cry, but he teared up as him and Mark embraced. He came back to my side and I took his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze and smile. "The second announcement is for my beautiful girlfriend. She means the absolute world to me."

He looked down at me smiling. My heart rate quickened. That was the first time we officially announced that we were a couple. And he called me beautiful? I love him so much. He turned towards still keeping that beautiful smile on his face, but he was clearly on the verge of tears. He then did the unthinkable, as he took hand and knelt on one knee. "Y/N, darling you have made me the happiest man I could be the past year and a half that I've known you. And now you have made me a better man. I never thought I could ever care for someone so much, but with you...my heart is yours. Your smile makes my heart race, your laugh makes it skip a beat, and it flutters at your touch. Darling, I want to continue keeping the promise I made so long ago, the deal if you must. That promise was to forever keep you safe. Only now I not only want to keep you safe, but also love you to no end and spend my whole life showing how much you mean to me. But that is only if you allow me. Y/N M/N L/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world...no the happiest man in the universe! Will you marry me?"

"Yes! I love you so much..." My words were hardly a whisper, as I was fighting my tears. I wore the biggest smile. He slipped on a gorgeous ring and kissed me. Ohh...did he kiss me. He made me forget that we were in a room filled with people, but soon their cheers filled the room and brought me out of my lovestruck daze. I was left breathless by the time our lips parted, but I never wanted to leave his sweet embrace...and now I never would.

After many congrats and cheering,  the guests went back to chatting amongst themselves. I, still at Wil's side, observed the gorgeous ring he gave me. It was absolutely beautiful. I looked up at Wil with a smile. "Do you like it?" He asked motioning towards the beautiful ring.

"Of course I do. I love it! Still not as much as I love you." He smiled and kissed me again. He's going to spoil me.

"I thought you would. I was just hoping you'd say yes. I've never been so nervous about anything before."

"Oh....Wil?!" I caressed his cheek with my hand. He gave me that 'I don't know why I doubted you' smile. "Of course I would say yes? You crazy man! I love you..." He hugged me tightly and kissed my lips softly. Then he leaned closer to my ears and I could feel his smile.

He whispered just loud enough for me to hear. "You think I'm crazy now, darling? Wait until the honeymoon..."  My face turned a deep shade of red. His voice alone was seductive, but he didn't stop there. No, he kissed my neck roughly, as if to prove his words true. I deal sealed with a kiss...I couldn't say I didn't want it though. I most definitely wanted to see every side of my Wilford. And I mean every.

****
You may think living life as a fugitive would be hard. You're right, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I loved Wilford and he loved me. The little run-ins with the authorities only brought us closer. It made us wanted, you could say.

I'm spending my days happy with Wil by my side. We plan on having a family in the future, but for now we have a sweet dog, Bonnie. Mark named her, but I found it suiting. Wilford wanted something like Willow Borfstache, I refused to let the little angel be named that. I found out later on or I probably would've chosen another name, but Mark had a dog as well, Chica. He named the dogs after FNAF characters!?

I had no doubt now, that Wil and Mark were brothers. The resemblances were uncanny and their personalities were two of a kind. With small differences here and there. I couldn't be any happier with them though. I loved my new family and I loved my Wilford! I would never cease from being wanted.

The End.

A/N: I know it's dumb, I made a quick edit of "Bonnie" with Chica! I love the original pic so much!

Sooo...what did you think? Honest opinion guys?! I tried a thing and I want to know if you lovelies liked this (in moderation lol). I hinted towards the fluff! Lol! I can't see myself  truly writing fluff...I'm not sure if I have it in me honestly...but I thought this was ok. I see Wilford as a...lustful man?! In my opinion/view of Wil, he is very sexually aroused...or opinionated. If he wants you...he's going to let you know. I feel he's very dominant as well. Of course everyone has different views on Wilford!

I want to know:
1. How do you view Wilford as a character?
2. Did you like the hinting of fluff? & more in the future?
3. Like or not? Reasons? & Favorite part/quote from this?

Thank you lovelies for checking this out. Sorry I didn't get this up last Sunday! I'm hoping to have the spooky chapter up very soon, but my original idea I changed. I'm sorry peeps! You will have another cute story heading your way for next Sunday. In all cases, the story will contain a COMPLETELY new character(someone I've never written about before.) As always have a fantastic day lovelies. XOXO