•| Oneshots :) |• TNTDUO •|

❦ I love you more than you can realise, My love. ❦

I haven't written for a little while and I'm so sorry, arsonists <3

Anyways
Onto some fluffy tntduo ‼️‼️

!CW!:
• Cuddling
• Sleeping in the rain
• Small kisses
• Head patting
• Sleeping in the same bed (fluffy)
• Being cute
• Philza Minecraft with those bigass wings

Let's go

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“Phil, I don't understand anymore.” The man with sepia coloured hair spoke softly to his father, who simply ruffled his wings in wonder and adjusted the golden beaded glasses that rested on the bridge of his arched nose.
“What don't you understand, mate?” He spoke in that comfortable, cozy tone that made wilbur feel oh-so loved. He adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly, his half-lidded, sleepy looking eyes watching kindly as the taller of the two took a breath.

“I don't understand why he doesn't like me. Why doesn't Quackity like me..” Wilbur finally looked his father in the eyes before his brows furrowed and sadness etched its sorrowful path across his large irises, making its way to pull at the edges of his lips, bringing his face down into a look of pure anguish.

“Wilbur, Mate, I think you'll find that Quackity has been through 2, technically 3, relationships that have failed, and he most likely feels pessimistic about any new sort of relationship, the fear of his previous relationship endings causing him to believe any relationship he takes a chance with is going to fall and fracture into shards of memories that slowly disintegrate into nothing but ash in the back of his mind.” The Wise crow spoke, his words filling Wilbur with not only sorrow, but with some sort of new found wisdom in why the golden winged man had not yet expressed signs of adoration towards him.

“I..” Wilbur attempted to grasp onto a response he could feel in the back of his throat, but it fell and bounced onto his heart, to rest there. And so, the wise crow's words were answered with a crystal gloss forming and taking its place over the chestnut eyes as it gathered on the edge of his eye, threatening to push forward if his feelings were not pushed back into an abyss of sadness.

“Go to your room, Mate, Have a calm down. Would you like me to call Big Q and have a chat with him?” Philza smiled warmly at his son, placing a soft and gentle hand on his back and guiding him through the cozy, vintage styled house.

“Please..”

As soon as Wilbur was hidden away behind the mahogany door, the Crow's expression flashed bitter, his permanently calloused hands finding their way to his communicator, typing his message and sending it to the Man of the hour.

Big Q.

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IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT IM SO TIRED AND I HAVE THINGS TO DO LMAO

I WILL DEFINITELY MAKE A PART TWO, I HAVE MANY THINGS PLANNED DONT WORRY

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (especially sar ‼️‼️‼️) PLEASE MAKE SURE TO EAT, DRINK AND SLEEP PLENTY!!!!!!

SEE YOU SOON ARSONISTS ‼️‼️