#tntduo fic

[ashthefrogprin]

I eat, drink, and sleep these two.

Gay is in, gay is hot, gay it's gonna be

Fun fact! The third one is based on an Actor's AU fic on ao3!

Link of the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49237564

#tntduo fanart #c!tntduo #c!quackbur #tntduo fic #tntduo fanfic #quackbur #fluff

[rachelsquill]

His Gay Ass is NOT Stargazing!!!

Quackity and Wilbur stood atop the Las Nevadas Needle. Quackity was gazing at the beautiful night sky above them, but Wilbur’s gaze wandered elsewhere.

He found himself observing the man beside him.

How long had it been since they put aside their petty squabbles and were at peace with one another? And what’s more is that for Wilbur that peace had developed into a sort of fondness, maybe even more than a fondness.

Wilbur’s heart tugged as he stared at the man next to him. His beanie that he never seemed to leave home without was crooked on his head. His long hair was darker than the night sky. His golden wings shone brighter than all the stars in the sky. The more he observed the man before him the more his heart ached. He sucked up his pride and rested his hand upon the shorter man’s hand, an invitation for more. 

“Wilbur, have you ever danced with someone?” He asked, still gazing at the sky.

Memories flashed across Wilbur’s vision. He recalled dancing in L’manberg beside the fire with Niki, Tommy, and Fundy while Tubbo and Jack sang a song of freedom. He remembered a spark of joy amidst the sadness in Pogtopia when he and Tommy dragged Techno from his potato farm and danced to their heart's content. He thought in fondness about dancing on the beach in Logsteadshire with Tommy. He realized that dancing had always been a time when he felt alive. 

“Wil?”

Wilbur snapped from his pleasant thoughts and looked at Quackity, who was gazing at him expectantly.

“Why? Are you offering me a dance?” He asked with a grin.

“Maybe I am…” He extended a hand out to Wilbur. “Only if you’ll have me.”

Wilbur takes the hand offered to him.

The dance is slow and sweet. Wilbur rests his head on Quackity’s shoulder letting him lead the dance. 

Wilbur feels alive.

#tntduo #tntduo fic #wilbur soot #quackity #quackbur #dream smp #i don't know what to tag this #i don't typically write things but I wanted to share this lil drabble #also idk what to title it it kinda stemmed from the image in my pinned sooo #rachel writes #< new tag I guess

[house-of-cards-and-crime]

big fan of writing tntduo. BIIIIIIG big fan of writing tntduo

#tntduo #dsmp tntduo #dsmp wilbur #dsmp quackity #c!wilbur #c!quackity #c!tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #revivebur #fanfic #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic #fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #cubic nonsense #stuff and nonsense ramblings etc

[emi-writings]

As someone who follows your ao3 acount what would you say was your favourite/funnest fic to write

First of all, thank you! I know most people who follow me haven't read my fanfics, so this is a pleasant surprise!

To answer your question, my favorite fic to write was Burning Iron and Honey Sweet Promises. It's not completed, but I absolutely love the worldbuiling and chemistry between Wilbur and Quackity in that fic.

Honestly, I love that fic so much I have been considering making it into an original work (and making it lesbian, because we love lesbians).

#burning iron and honey sweet promises #emi asks #tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic

[medium-kat07]

Tumblr quality is SOOOO great. . @eonslice thank you for your wonderful art contribution 👍 I fucking love your art

#roulette fic #I just love my fic so MUCH #dsmp #tntduo #c!tntduo #quackbur #c!quackbur #tntduo fic #quackbur fic #dsmp fic

[kaz-oooo]

New and Final chapter of From The Depths Comes Hope is out now!!!!!!!!!! ooohhhh boy, so excited to share this one with you guys :) hope you enjoy!!!

#dsmp #wilbur soot #quackity #tnt!duo #dsmp fanfic #tntduo fic

[sweettastemakergalaxy]

i did it again

#tntduo #tntduo fic #wilbur soot #quackity #dsmp wilbur #dream smp #qsmp #dsmp quackity #sbi

[halftheway]

u guys should read my tntduo fic sitting out dances on the wall if you like:

cq coping with unrequited feelings by hooking up w wilbur and fantasizing about killing him

wilbur being a freak<3

quackity with blood in his mouth (these are related)

studies on how manberg era affected cq in the long term

includes hit lines such as:

he was more careful with his heart back then... one act of cannibalism, two ex-fiancés, and a lost love later, he's given up on being precious with it.

"give me your arm," quackity says instead of i wish you were dead.

quackity has spent a long time burying those feelings. he's not about to let one idiot with a shovel undo all his hard work.

and of course the obligatory "i was nineteen."

rave reviews:

#dsmp #tntduo #tntduo fic #dsmp fic

[lunelicmoone]

i am. BEGGING. for tntblr to read this fic if you havent already. highschool aus fuck me up an incredible amount and this fic fucked me up even more

#tntduo #tntduo fic #its SO FUCKING GOOD.

[leafcabbage]

something within your eyes says this could be the last time

Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 3,007 Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Soot Characters: Wilbur Soot, Quackity Tags: Canon Compliant, mostly at least, Alcohol, Smoking, Conversations, Wilbur Soot Has Mental Health Issues, Bittersweet Summary:

wilbur asks quackity to hear him out one last time

My other Fic in a Box fic! This one was way different than my norm, but I really enjoyed writing it! Couldn't NOT do Ghost lyrics for a title :D

#cabbage writes #dsmp fic #tntduo fic

[beetcrest]

Is it just me or does 60% of all tntduo superhero au oneshots just sound like ”You were never meant to be a hero” by Flamedraco, but without all the depth of the characters

#like there has been alot of inspiration #tntduo #tntduo fic #ao3

[manberg-vs-pogtopia-arc]

Title: [Podfic] dancing on hot coals

Rating: T

Fandom: Dream SMP

Relationship: Quackity/Wilbur Soot

Podfic length: 15:23

Summary: So, he doesn't know why he's standing outside of Quackity's door waiting for him to throw on something warmer. Wilbur had decided, at about eleven at night on November the fifteen what he wanted to do in his last twenty-four hours alive. Ask Quackity out.

Not as an actual date, even if they did get kind-of close when he was dragged to Hut's Pizza after Techno inevitably rejected Quackity, but an outing. Close enough.

Welcome to the end of the world, starring Wilbur Soot and Quackity. Two stars waiting to see who takes the other out with a bang first.

- - -

This is my very first podfic, I’d love if you could check it out. Thanks to @ctntduo for writing the original fic.

#dsmp fic #podfic #tntduo fic #pogtopia #dsmp wilbur #ao3 fanfic #ctntduo #mbvp’s art #dsmp quackity #c!quackity #c!wilbur

[swedisheek]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot Characters: Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, guys youll never believe it they're still not talking about it, it's been almost ten real ass months since i've updated this series, and they aren't talking about it still. i hate them, Mutual Pining, Angst, not as depressing as it could be!, Hopeless Romantic Wilbur Soot, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Insecurity, Emotionally Repressed, Alexis | Quackity is Bad at Feelings, Wilbur Soot is Bad at Feelings, he's trying slightly more than q. but it's not good Series: Part 3 of who knows when the chains will be off (tntduo through the years), Part 10 of minecraft but all these people are sad (ross's dsmp works) Summary:

Wilbur’s alive. Excited and vibrant, less human than live-wire, conducting electricity throughout himself with growing glee. This is why he’s back, he’s sure of it. He needs to make things right.

Quackity’s mouth pulls into a snarl. “Wilbur, hey. What happened to off my fucking property?”

-

The final law of the improbability principle is the law of near enough. This says that if you expand what you mean by a coincidence or improbable event sufficiently, you can make it as likely as you want.

(or, did they or didn’t they?)

HII GAMERS ARE WE MISSING TNTDUO BECAUSE I SURE AM. first fic ive completed in a few months let’s go!!! please read and rb id really appreciate it :]

#roswell speaks #my writing #gay people i do not respsct #ctntduo #cquackbur #tntduo fic #quackbur fic #dsmp

[wantsomebits]

writing a fanfic out of protest because pre- las nevadas tntduo doesn’t get enough attention and im sick of it

#tntduo #wantsomebits #i’ve had enough #tntduo fic

[emi-writings]

If you haven't read You Were Never Meant To Be A Hero by @flamedraco you really should!

It's an amazing hero x villain au that develops in a fallen hero x villain au, enemies to lovers in just a delightfully fun way, with some fun worldbuilding here and there. Also a lot of explosions, tntduo lives up to the name!

#tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic #fanfic rec #you were never meant to be a hero

[medium-kat07]

Tntduo Pride Week 1; Moonlight

“The moon’s really pretty over Las Nevadas, you know?”

“I know,” Quackity murmured, not lifting his gaze from the documents in front of him. “It’s a pity all the light pollution blocks out the stars.”

He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he felt his presence (always, always felt his presence) just beside him, watching the moon rise over the city through Quackity’s office window. He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he knew he would have the same gentle smile he kept when nobody was looking, in solitary moments where he wasn’t performing as the villain or the savior- just Wilbur. (Just pretty.) He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he knew the man’s gaze would trail over to where the smaller duck hybrid sat working, and that he would watch Quackity scribble signatures with a dying ink pen like he was something to be watched. To be adored.

He wasn’t looking at Wilbur, but he would love him, just from his desk.

Not like he’d ever say it.

“Do you ever watch it,” the taller man called.

“Watch what?”

“The moon,” Wilbur murmured. Quackity felt the eyes being taken off him. Wilbur looked out the window again. “The sky at night.”

“Why would I?”

“It’s full tonight.”

Quackity did look up this time, eyes catching on the ragged trench coat before he even glanced out the window to see the pale moonlight light up the city he loved.

“Do you ever leave your office at all?”

“No. Or- yes, of course I do, when I go home.”

“When is that?”

Quackity racked his brain. “I’m supposed to go home at... nine, I think.”

“It’s well past nine, darling.”

Quackity had the distinct feeling of something being crushed in his diaphragm, and he closed his eyes in order to not smile foolishly at the nickname. “Mm-hm.”

“You’re overworking yourself.” 

“Mm-hm.”

“Come over here,” Wilbur sighed. “If you’re not going to go home, just... come watch the moon with me.”

Quackity looked at his eyes, which was hard to do at first, but it got easier as he kept looking. It’s hard to gather the courage to open your mouth underwater, but it’s so so achingly easy to drown.

He was moving before he realized it, pushing his desk chair back with the sound of the dull rubber wheels turning against hardwood. He walked around his desk until he stood next to Wilbur.

The moon glowed (of course it did, it was the moon.) over Las Nevadas. Streets bustled with taxis and buses, and the neon lights left pink and green brightening the night, even with nothing but a shining rock to offer a spotlight over the scene.

Quackity’s eyes traced the skyline. He saw the construction in the northern district, a new hotel to siphon money, and some apartment complexes. Condos. Party Venues. Unfinished construction. Foolish was on his back about the material prices and fiberglass inflation, and Sam kept asking him about the tax charges and lawyers for multiple lawsuits. Not to mention the arcade down the street that was rapidly losing customers and the ballroom someone keeps sneaking lead plates into-

“Q,” Wilbur prompted, brow furrowing. “Q, hey.”

Quackity startled, looking towards him with bristling shoulders.

“Stop thinking about work, man,” he laughed, although the usually melodic sound was cut by his smoker’s lungs. “They’ll be fine without you for a few seconds. Just... look at the moon.”

Quackity huffed, turning again to look out the window.

The moon was full, he noted. A perfect circle over the jagged skyline. Though the neon of Las Nevadas was bright, some desolate rooftops and darkened streets still managed to receive some of her light.

Quackity felt a soft smile inch onto his face.

He did love the city he’d built. Right from the ground up.

“The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” he mumbled.

“It doesn’t shine as bright as the sun,” Wilbur reminded him, as though it would cause Quackity to rethink his opinion.

“But it’s easier to look at,” Quackity sighed. He wasn’t watching the moon anymore.

Wilbur met his eyes carefully.

“I’ve missed you, Q,” he murmured. Casually, gently. With his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly, those same smudged glasses not high enough on the bridge of his nose to cover practically gold eyes.

He said it as though it was some kind of confession, and Quackity kind of hoped it was.

“I... missed you too, Soot.”

“Do you...” the dead man said slowly, “...want me to go home?” His eyes cast downward. “I am banned, after all.”

Quackity worried at the cuff of his sleeve for a bit. “Do you think you should?”

“It’s... not like I have anyone waiting for me.”

“You want me to pity you, then?” Quackity chuckled playfully. “Is that your angle?”

Wilbur grinned. “Oh, maybe.”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I suppose nobody would mind if you stuck around for a day or two.”

Quackity tried not to grin when Wilbur brightened instantly. “Really?”

“Yeah, fine,” the smaller said. “Don’t steal anything.”

“Steal everything, got it,” Wilbur joked, making Quackity laugh again.

Wilbur looked out the window. Over seconds, his smile morphed into something softer, the same one Quackity recognized. The real one. The glowing one.

“You shine, you know.”

Wilbur glanced at him. “...what?”

“When you smile like that,” Quackity sighed. “You shine.”

Wilbur studied him for a moment, seeming taken aback. 

“...Not as bright as the sun, though.”

Quackity leaned against the window sill. “But just enough to look at.”

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