Flame's Various TNT Duo Oneshots

Hoarding

AU: Dragon
Warnings: Unedited, swearing, manipulation, implied drugging with magic, still somehow mostly fluff.
Description:
Wilbur is the crown prince of an empire.
He's in love with a dragon shifter.
His family supports this decision for malicious reasons.

TNT Duo AU Bingo Part 3

Author's Notes: HAHAHA! GET EXPOSED TO MY SBI NEW GAME PLUS PROPOGANDA!!! >:D

Me: Huh. Maybe I should shake up the formula a bit-
knocks over a bunch of different bottles into the mixing pot and then doesn't beta read it or Draft Read it
Me: Guess I'll die.

Puffy/Niki
Kristin/Phil
Wilbur/Quackity
Got it? Good. They're all canon here.
Tommy and Techno are too AroAce for this bullshit.

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Wilbur felt the slightest bit smothered. Which honestly wasn't the worst thing in the world, it just made it hard for him to sit still despite his siblings' attempts at keeping him still.

"We're almost done," Niki grumbled. "Just a little bit longer. Quit squirming."

"You should've just let me do this myself," Wilbur hissed back, his wings twitching under Tommy's talons.

"Stop movin'," Techno chittered, talons working through the tallest sibling's hair. "I need to get this braid right. Do ya' have any idea how hard it is braiding gemstones in here?"

"Maybe if Niki would stop trying to smother me-"

"You always go too minimalist with this stuff," the rook avian huffed, her black wings shifting as she put the brush away. "You have a good face for this, you should highlight your features more often!"

"Yeah!" Tommy agreed. "You've got to do something with it! Gods only know you can't cook for shit."

Wilbur snarled at the little shit while his other two siblings laughed, "Don't agree with him!"

"Well he is right, you're the only one out of the four of us who can't cook."

"I can make drinks!"

"That's all you can make, and I don't think that'll help you on a date."

"It's not a date!" Wilbur snapped back.

"Sure, because my night flight with Puffy wasn't a date," Niki chuckled, tapping his nose with the end of another makeup brush. "What do you think mom?"

Kristen hummed, her wings folded neatly on her back as she strolled forward to look over her eldest son. Wilbur stood up now that his two brothers pulled away, stretching his wings and adjusting himself to the extra weight on his head from the gemstones.

"I think he looks wonderful," their mother purred. "Oh, but first, let me see your talons."

Wilbur did, holding out his talons for the taller to take.

Their mother easily towered over them, the tallest of their family with her void black wings. Her wings weren't black like Niki's or Techno's or even their father's. No. Her's were black like void, darker than the night sky between the stars. And if you stared for too long you might see colors you had never seen before.

They weren't quite sure what she was. Phil had never seen fit to mention nor had Kristen herself admitted to it.

Wilbur was convinced she was at least somewhat eldritch in nature.

"Sharpened to a fine point," she hummed, lifting one of his talons to examine the point. "That's my son."

"Our son," Phil chuckled, strolling into the room with one of the smaller crowns their family owned in his talons. "He might take after you but he's still got some of my features and behaviors."