TNTduo one shots + art

(A) Hiding

Trans!FtM Wilbur as a teen + some good ally Papa Phil because fuckkk

Yeah this is gonna be kinda a vent chapter(with some details edited because haha, I don't get fluffy endings irl apparently), I'm writing this while hiding from my whole family
I'll be okay though, because I always am in the end

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Wilbur sobbed, hiding in the only place he felt safe at that moment. The kitchen. His room was too close to his parent's, his music space was too close to his grandma's room, and the front door was in full view of his grandma's room. Which, of course, didn't leave too many places left to go. So, he was in the kitchen, back pressed against the corner where two cupboards met. And fuck, was he scared. He curled his knees up to his chest, practically buried in his oversized yellow sweater as if that would hide him more.

An argument had just ended. An argument between his father, Philza, and his grandmother. Wilbur had heard it all, having been hiding in the bathroom previously which was even closer to his parent's room than his own room was. The argument had started over Kristen finding Wilbur a therapist. Yes. The argument started over giving a transgender teen with severe anxiety a fucking therapist.

Wilbur's grandma had been shouting about how she should be included in discussions like that. How she felt she was being kicked out of the family, and that she didn't even know what transitioning was!

Phil had been arguing back, saying that she wasn't Wilbur's parent and that she didn't get to make calls like that. It was also none of her business whether Wilbur transitioned or not, because as long as Wilbur was happy and wasn't hurting anyone. Wilbur felt bad for not being there to comfort Tommy during the argument, or Tubbo who Wilbur briefly remembered had been staying over that night.

Then again, they always had Techno. Techno would know what to do to  help them, Wilbur didn't have to worry.

Wilbur almost gave away his position with a sour laugh. Almost, not quite. He had a twin brother who could replace him in a heartbeat, who was better in every way including being born in the correct body. Wilbur looked down at himself, glad his developing feminine figure was hidden by his sweater at that moment.

Everything was fine when he just accepted that physically he was a girl and that's all he ever should be. But nO, he decided to be selfish and come out of the closet. Things had been fine for a while, besides his dreaded grandmother fucking things up, of course. It had been hard to convince his grandma to accept him when he first came out, and it seemed she was getting better over time. She used the right name, tried her best with the pronouns, but then she kept backpedaling and backpedaling.

Wilbur sniffled, which turned out to be the downfall for his mission of wanting to be alone. Philza had found him. Wilbur cowered as the blonde man walked into the room, though was somewhat caught off guard by the gentle hug he received. He didn't know why he had been so scared of Philza, his father had always been supportive and had never really done any wrong by Wilbur.

"It's okay, son. It'll be alright. I'm so sorry you have to deal with all of it." Phil said softly, wrapping his grey wings securely around his son. Wilbur gave a half hearted smile, hugging his father back. Phil started humming, a familiar tune the instantly made Wilbur feel safe and calm.

"It's all going to be alright, I'll make sure of it."

"How ironic when you're the one who ended up being the death of me, father."