Flame's Various TNT Duo Oneshots

The Villain and The Dragon

AU: Superhero
Warnings: Implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced neglect, violence, swearing, possessive/protective characters, etc. 
Description:
When Wilbur gets captured by heroes, Quackity drops the whole 'henchmen' act and reminds everyone why he's the true king of villains.

Or:
Wilbur is a villain, Quackity is his ever loyal assistant whose been by his side since he became a villain. Aka, he's the tired secretary who gets shit done and who everyone is actually afraid of.
Shenanigans ensue.

Author's Notes: This one is actually very fluffy. They're basically married, your honor. My brain said we were writing fluff today so take it. Take the fluff. You've heard of Hyper Competent Villain x Their Crushing Assistant, now get ready for The Crushing Villain x Their Hyper Competent Assistant.
Quackity, leaning into his com: Tubbo, call off the nukes. 
Wilbur, touched: You were going to nuke the city for me?

~~~~~~

Wilbur wasn't worried as he sat in the interrogation room. There was a cuff on his wrist that prevented him from using his power, but he was also cuffed to the table normally with handcuffs.

They could've done better, he imagines. But that wasn't his main concern at the moment. He was currently trying to figure out a way to explain this to Quackity when he eventually escapes.

Seriously, the shapeshifter is going to fucking crucify him for this shit. He needs a good excuse and fast.

Eventually, the hero that had captured him walked in. Some top ranker that Wilbur barely even remembered. Lucid? Nightmare? Dream! Right, Dream. Rank five he thinks? He doesn't really know, he never paid attention during Q's lecture. He probably should've, but hey, what are you going to do?

"Alright then Siren," Dream said slowly, sitting down in the chair opposite him. "You know why you're here, right?"

"Arson, murder, theft, blah, blah, blah," Wilbur said, rolling his eyes. "Do we have to do this now? I still need to think of my excuse."

"Excuse for what? All the fucking damage you've done to this city!?" The hero snaps, expression hidden behind his signature mask. "Because believe me, no excuse you come up with is going to save your ass."

"Nah, I'm not going to try and excuse that. I mean it's not like I've done anything bad, really. Anyone I've killed was either accidental or totally fucking deserved it," the taller of the two shrugged. "No, I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to tell Loki."

Dream tilted his head slightly at that, "Your... what? Secretary?"

"Assistant, partner, he's gone by many titles, y'know," Wilbur hummed, glancing around the room. "He's going to be pissed at me for getting caught like this."

He could hear the scoff on the hero's tone, "Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about on that front where you're going. Loki's not going to be able to reach you once we throw you in prison."

"He'll just blow the entire building up to get to me," the villain dismissed, fidgeting with the power suppressant cuff on his wrist. "I've watched him test his TNT before. He could level this agency with that firepower."

"Oh, so that's it. You're confident he's going to come save you," Dream was clearly rolling his eyes judging by the tilt of his head.

The taller chuckled, "I'm more than confident. So can we move this interrogation to a different time? Because I need to think about what I'm going to tell him."

"Cut the bullshit, Siren," the shorter of the two snapped. "Where's your base?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy," Wilbur snarked back, smirk pulling at his lips.