A/n: uhhhh... hey, guys... it's been awhile...
after yet another existential crisis im back to supply you with more shit. have fun reading ahehahahheh hhah
also updates will start being alot less consistent cos my life L
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Quackity
Wilbur and I step out of the main building hand in hand. He looks uncomfortable in his armor, and our of the corner of my eyes, I see him take a deep breath.
We both stand there as we watch the thirty or so troops, almost three hundred men and women, line up against Las Nevadas. Some are mounted on horses, some atop turrets. Everyone faces Southeast, staring at that lone green figure. I've reminded everyone we're here to defend, not attack, but I'm afraid someone may do something rash.
Once everyone has lined up and is waiting for command, I turn towards Wilbur, clasping his hands in mine. His heartbeat flutters in his fingers. "Wilbur, I've called Tommy, who is coming here as fast as he can. I'm sorry, but I need to fight with my people, and if you want to spare the worst of the battle, we're going to be separated."
Wilbur looks straight at me. "I'm scared."
I laugh. "If you weren't scared, I'd be worried. Fuck, I'm about two seconds from pissing myself I'm so terrified. But we gotta do this shit if we want to stay alive. If we want any remote chance of seeing Dream back behind bars."
Although he looks uneasy, Wilbur nods. "I know.... I know that this relationship shit we've got is new. I know that we've been enemies forever. I know that I've been a dick to you, and to so many other people, and I know you might hate me forever, and that's okay. I know I've done horrible things and said horrible things..." he takes another deep breath. "But Alex Quackity, I love you. I love you unconditionally. So if we don't make it out today––"
My finger quickly presses against his lips. "Stop. We're gonna do it. We're gonna live."
Wilbur bites his lip. "Okay."
I give his hand a good squeeze before whispering into my earpiece, "Wait for Dream to make a move." I know I'm broadcasting my trembling voice to all of the generals, but I guess a display of fear or whatever makes me look stronger or some shit. I don't know. I'm really just terrified, I guess.
From behind me, I hear the sounds of galloping and a skid; when I turn around, TommyInnit is there, his flyaway curly blond hair in a messy ponytail, blue eyes stricken with fear. He's in diamond armor, which will do, but I hope he's got at least a potion or some gapples on his horse.
"Tommy," Wilbur and I say at the exact same time.
Breathing hard, Tommy takes his place next to us. "Sorry I couldn't be here faster," he gasped. "I couldn't find Shroud."
I nod and turn back towards Dream, who still hasn't taken a single step.
"And now?" Tommy asks.
"And now, we wait."
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Tommy
Big Q and Wilbur are looking at each other, which is just a liiiittle bit fucken weird. I don't know what's happened before I got here but they're holding hands. I don't know if it's that bad for my brother to date my friend but whatever. Especially after Big Q and Wilbur had that big fight that killed Ranboo a couple months ago. Tubbo cried for weeks, at least till his husband Respawned.
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Till Death Do Us Part - Quackbur
FanfictionWilbur and Quackity have always resented each other. Perfect, balanced enemies. Until one day, Wilbur shows up drunk at Las Nevadas. Then Dream breaks out of prison, and it seems like sorting out their feelings is going to be the least of their worr...