#soft quackbur

[cherrynwinesk]

What would you say for quackity x reader x wilbur? 👀 aka three of them dating each other. How would that go??

Headcanon's

Poly with Quackity and Wilbur

Story g: sfw / soft / fluff

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None (?)

CC's: Quackity, Wilbur Soot

Reader g: neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and I accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

I must say that polyamorous relationships are beautiful for me, to love two people so much, that these two people also love you and to see how the two people who u love the most also love each other.

• I see both guys doubtful if it would work

•Once they dare to tell you that they want to be together, they would be very nervous if you don't agree.

•In any case, they would do everything possible to make the relationship work.

•Both are always busy so they would agree to spend time with you

•They would not like at all to leave you alone or without attention

•They would take you on a trip with them

•Your relationship with them would be very trusting

•Zero jealousy between you

•Always planning dates to do together

•And if any of the three of you can't, there's no problem if the date is only for two people

•Always looking for time for you

•As if either of them is busy and just "Please find some free time, y/n and I miss you so much"

•Both are musicians so they would play for you

•Wilbur dedicating romantic songs to you, writing new songs thinking of you two

•Quackity parodying an existing song, changing the lyrics to suit you and Wilbur just to make you laugh

•"Let's go see Wilbur" and Quackity takes you on a tour of the UK

•Or "Let's go see Quackity" and Wilbur takes you to the United States

•Quackity would take u to see Mexico, especially the city where he was born and to see his family

•You dying of tenderness for the sweet way in which Quackity and Wilbur speak to each other, with that high-pitched voice

•Or Wilbur telling Quackity how pretty he is.

•And Quackity just with red cheeks and his eyes shining

[blue0blink]

El one shot luckity

🌺”The bugambilia tree”🌺

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[ccbeeduo]

for the ask game :0

sootbur jaihera and quackbur maybe

GRINNIGNNR

Sootbur since you didn't specify Which One i'm going to do revghost because they are my favourites

What made you ship it?: Honestly. i think we've shipped it for literal ages but the only reason we started being an Active shipper of revghost is because of two headmates (mars (revivebur) and mercury (ghostbur)) being absolute FAGS so we just kind of embraced it What are your favorite things about the ship?: I love how they compliment each other in opposite ways. The easiest way to describe it is like Complimentary colours. A sharp red to a soothing blue. They're so different but they work perfectly together. I like how they would have complications due to Ghostbur hearing so much about the bad things Alivebur did (and very little of the good, if i'm recalling lore correctly) he would probably not have such a great idea on what Alivebur was even actually like. But in my personal hc (and fictive source memories) i feel that when Ghostbur actually met Alivebur in limbo he might have gotten to see what made Alivebur even do all that shit. He'd understand. Ghostbur would give Alivebur the patience and respect he'd needed. And Alivebur probably wouldn't have liked Ghostbur at first, maybe he would have been hostile or rude to him, but Alivebur would have realized that Ghostbur would not have been out to get him, like he had assumed everyone was. I don't know. They're kind of silly to me Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: I don't have any unpopular opinions i can think of off the top of my head so i'll just say they fucked in that train station

q!Jaihera

What made you ship it?: I'm gonna have to blame the headmates again. q!Jaiden and q!Baghera fictives fell in love and well now we're collectively insane about canon Jaihera What are your favourite things about the ship?: MAN I DON'T. EVEN KNOW HOW TO WORD IT. I can barely focus on any qsmp lore so this might not be as long since i literally have no idea whats happening ever. Anyways They're the sun and the moon and they're each others' stars. When they met they were immediately attached to each other and, assuming i've remembered the lore properly, they grew up as literal child experiments together. They've bonded. They've literally had to go through the Horrors that is QSMP Purgatory together. They've gone through so much and they've stuck together, of course minus the fact q!Baghs has been missing for.. quite a few weeks now. I'm really excited to see them reunite when Baghera comes back to qsmp, and when QSMP comes back in general. They've got a similar-adjacent? trope of Complimenting each other like opposite colours, but it's more of a Soft yellow compared to a deep purple. They've got the same wants and needs and they work together to get it. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: i think the ship itself is an unpopular opinion. it's like me and 5 other people who ship it and im like the only /r jaihera shipper

c!Quackbur Doing c!tnt because i don't have a lot to say on qtnt SORRY . she her pronouns 4 cwilbur in this btw

What made you ship it?: I mean. Have you seen them. I've shipped them for literal years i don't even remember what made me start in the first place What are your favourite things about the ship?: GODD literally everything. i wish i could word it in a comprehensible fashion but they are SO terrible for each other in the best way possible and i love that for them. cWilbur is the lamest girl around and cQuackity decided that He Needed Her. Silly tone tag. Q met Wilbur when she was planning the fuckinf election party or whatever it was and he started his own Party Just to Piss Her Off. They're like. Unstoppable object vs Unstoppable object. They piss each other off to no end but they are actually STUPID in love with each other and it's so entertaining to think about. Fuck you @ sootings for the "psychocompetitive" relationship LOVE WINS YOU FUCKINF COWARD!!! I wish i had more to say but GGAAHH i'm crazy and cannot makr comprehensive thoughts about them at all Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?: It's not really an opinion on the ship itself, it's more of on the people that ship it, but While i absolutely adore cQuackbur, i do not particularly like how a lot of the quackbur fans make liking wilbur Quackity's Only personality trait. Like. He is a very complicated character and while yes him and wilbur are gay as FUCK that is not his only character trait and i do not enjoy how cq is treated by a lot of the fandom

(ask game ask game ask game PLEASE send me asks for this)

[fernlessbastard]

Gay people /affectionate

[eggicup]

I made some soft Quackbur art because yes

Also I gave Wilbur long hair because he looks nice in it :3

[fernlessbastard]

I love this so much oh god

goin to bed but gonna drop this first

(rb > likes)

[toshxu]

they’re happy 📸📸

[unethical-gender]

I'm in such a soft mood rn so. Ctntduo headcanon that they forget to take care of themselves but they remember to take care of each other. Examples:

Q: "God, my head is killing me."

W: "Did you take anything for it?"

Q: "...what"

W: "You know like, aspirin or something."

Q: "... Ill be right back."

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W: "I'm so tired."

Q: "Well when's the last time you slept?"

W: "..." *Starts counting on his fingers*

Q: "Sleep. Now."

[glittter-skeleton]

Swog 2020 au (created by @enderrealms as far as I’m concerned)… things because I’m so soft for it:

(Inspired by this wonderful wonderful thing that I managed to misunderstand cuz that’s just the president uniform and I somehow mistook it for the l’Manburg ones) Wilbur actually gives Q his spare L’Manburg jacket for their campaign as if to say that they both stand for the true values of the country. In actuality, it’s because seeing Quackity in this thing that is not only his as in in his possession but also represents his creation, his ideals does… something to him. (He washes it beforehand and tells Quackity it’s an access one they had, so Q knows none of this tho)

When they’re actually presidents Will has the same jacket Tubbo wore

I always imagined that Quackity’s suit was kinda weird, tight and objectifying to fit his position in the cabinet so here it’s pretty similar but a more comfortable fit. He’s not in there for his ass, you know?

When Wil and Tommy find out that Quackity’s Mexican (a fact he hid from from them while the election was happening in canon) Wilbur easily explains that’s it’s more about the “non-American” than the European (as he had mentioned once)

When they first get elected Wilbur definitely hogs the spotlight and pushes Quackity to the side cuz he doesn’t think his co-president is actually that invested in the fate of the nation. (No one can compare to his passion and all that shit)

Quackity brings it up a few times but mostly just kinda lets it happen (as he did with Shlatt)

But one time when Wil almost falls asleep during a meeting (I heard somewhere that he canonically had trouble sleeping while he was president, so I’m going of off that) and Quckity takes over the talking he finds out his CP is incredibly capable

From there on he tries to make sure that he gets both perspectives before making a decisions and listens to what Q has to say

And starts sleeping better and taking care of himself in general because he doesn’t feel like he has to carry a whole country on his back and also because Q starts forcing him to leave him cabinet “Because it’s two in the morning, you asshole! You actually do need sleep to survive, like it or not!”

The L’Manburg walls expand and thanks to Quackity’s efforts full visas or even citizenships are given out on a personal basis (he gets Tubbo to make puppy eyes at Wil to let Karl in. They succeed after 3 days and it’s easier from there). Dream never gets one though because every time he tries, his papers come in with “suck it green boy” written across half the page

[fernlessbastard]

Tntblr get on this beautiful art rn or else

a bit of my two favorite gays

[masterprocrastiwriter]

What if Schlatt was alive and his relationship with Quackity got fixed by the time Quackity already rules Las Nevadas?

I perceive Las Nevadas to be usually lacking energy of people bustling in the streets, gambling in the casino, chatting in the luxuries of buildings, etc. He is indeed a lonely king, with barely any citizens. Maybe it has, I'm not sure, since it doesn't seem like it would be the type to have citizens at all considering the condition and certain reasons behind building the city.

With Schlatt beside him, in the context of a healthy relationship, they might've figured out on how to improve Las Nevadas and watch it flourish as a shining place all on its own. The wine red polo shirts and the gold chains around their necks, and rings whose gems are citrine instead of diamond. Their room would be warm and the pillows cold, almost no blankets. Some soft laughter with coffee talks distant across the living room.

In the context of their usually toxic dynamic in their relationship, Las Nevadas would have the same outcome on improvement, but differs in atmosphere. A pretty angsty yet filled with sexual tension like the quackbur/tntduo pair. Royal blue polo shirts, silver chains around the neck, and diamond rings. Cold room, but warm pillows and blankets. Occasional bickering and grunting heard from across the kitchen.

[alittlebitofwonk]

Working on a banger fic I think y’all will like. It involves:

Creepy cult stuff!

Murder mysteries!

Falling back in love with a high school crush/almost boyfriend!

Human!Ghostbur content!

C!Niki being a badass but also getting character development and learning that it’s okay to not be a badass sometimes because you don’t always have to break perceptions of others. It’s okay to be both a badass and soft.

MORE creepy cult stuff!

Ranboo angst!

Ghostbur angst!

Wilbur angst!

Tommy angst!

I hurt just about everyone, if not physically than definitely emotionally!

Soft, domestic Quackbur content!

Some MORE creepy cult stuff!

[aro-throughyourchest]

the potential for a High School TNTDuo AU has been doing circles in my head for months but okay imagine Quackbur AU

Quackity used to have a crush on Wilbur Soot that soft boy kid in middle school when they ran against each other for a place on student council but Wilbur transferred out-

Junior year arrives, and Quackity’s already done with dating, he’s so fucking tired. He just wants to graduate, maybe early-

AND THEN WILBUR SHOWS UP TO HIS FUCKING HOME EC CLASS.

WHAT A BITCH.

Queue huge, very loud rivalry between these two assholes who keep trying to show each other off in a cooking class while everyone tries to get their work done.

And throw in some clingy duo in there because HELL YEAH I’M IN THE SAME CLASS AS MY BEST FRIEND oh god Wilbur and Quackity are gonna kill each other

[nefkyo]

Writing In The Sand

a c!TNTduo/quackbur fic (and my first official fanfic ever) where c!Wilbur meets c!Quackity before the ending of their S1 lore, but things don't go according to plan. At all.

I don't know how tagging works, but this fic contains:

Spoilers for c!Quackity's an c!Wilbur lore finale, mentions of alcohol, hungover antics, miscommunication?, I don't have it in me to write smut rn but there is pre-marital kissing, fluff but also angst, I'm still not sure if I want a sad or happy ending so don't count on it, a single mention of c!Tommy's lore and overall a lot of flashbacks

Chapter 1 (1/?)

Wilbur stirs awake, head bobbed to the side, horrible weights crushing the sides of his temples. He shifts onto a bed that is too luscious to recognize as his own. The velvet blankets underneath him are too light to be the ones you'd use in a warm house in the middle of the snow.

He didn't go home. He stayed. Fuck.

He sits up on his elbows and pinches his eyebrows, and realizes his glasses are missing. He snaps his head around, feeling the bedsheets in the relative darkness. The only light seems to be coming from curtains that were left a single clumsy ray of light filter in the room. Which was huge. As was the bed. And the window. Fuuuuck.

His fingers wrapped around something new. They were definitely not his glasses. It was something light and nimble, soft but not as much as the stuffing of a pillow, and it seemed to move on its own. Whatever it was attached to also shifted and made an almost human noise that resembled a grumble of discomfort, and Wilbur realized he was holding Quackity's tail. And his other hand was resting clumsily on a wing.

Quackity. Quackity was sleeping next to him.

FFFUUUUUUUCK.

He basically leapt off the bed. His heart and his brain were running two, maybe three marathons at once. What his he doing there? What is he doing here? And what now, should he wake him up? No, he couldn't. Not yet, at least. For some reason, he felt he needed to see him first. Was it out of spite? Out of pride? ...Affection?

Flashes of images from the night before were already seeping in. Sand being strangely cold in his fist. A pile of empty glasses, ice melting slowly inside. Elaborate drinks and straight vodka. Quackity's eyes glinting up at him before both tastes blend in his mouth.

As he staggered towards the drawn curtains, he bumped into his own shoes. He also realized the lower half of his body was still clothed, socks included. He checked his pockets and sure enough, his glasses were tucked in there, miraculously intact. He opened the temple tips and placed them on his head.

He peeked out behind the curtain. He wasn't afraid of heights, his father basically uprooted the fear out of him, but holy shit they were high up. He could see all of Las Nevadas from there. The sky over the sandy hills and still dormant city was grey. It must've been midday already.

From the window, he spots the lavish bar he found Quackity in some ridiculous time at night. He hadn't drank anything yet, just kept picking at a plate of olives with a toothpick. Which he threatened him with as he sat down two seats away from him.

He turned around, hand slowly pulling back the curtain just enough. And he looked out in awe.

Quackity was barely more dressed than him, resting on his side. His right arm was drooped over his head, on which he was shocked not to find the infamous beanie. He spotted it on the floor, right below his flabby left hand. And his wings, oh my god, his wings were splayed out, hanging with some sort of grace over his body. It almost seemed his left wing was shielding him from the light like a veil of protection.

He now remembers the dancing. They were enough drinks and chatter in that Quackity had stopped holding everything like it could double as a weapon, and had decided to take him to the lounges a few steps from the bar, holding a bottle of gin and two glasses in the same hand. The whole place was empty except for the two of them, and they sat on these velvet couches next to a jukebox. "You want to pick something? Go ahead." Quackity asked him, sat on the couch in front of him. "Hm, I dunno." he replied, realizing he'd been staring at it. "It feels kind of weird to look at music discs that hold no meaning for the first time in a while, doesn't it?" he chuckled, and strangely enough, Quackity did as well. He stood up and picked a disc himself. He doesn't remember what the song was, maybe he was more focused on watching Quackity miraculously untense. It was gradual enough you couldn't tell he was very into it at first, but at some point he just let loose. It reminded him of Niki's birthday party, except there was no party to entertain. It was just the two of them. He remembers Quackity pulling him in to dance as well, and the song shifting to something softer that brought his hands to his waist, and Quackity's on his shoulders. It was intimate. It was pretty.

Wilbur snapped out of it, realizing he might've woken up if he kept shining light on him. A thought he hoped his hungover mind would've repressed for just one more minute. "Today is the day." he whispered to himself. He sighed and let go of the curtain.

Guided by what he had memorized of his surroundings he came across his sweater, discarded carelessly on a chair, then his shirt at the foot of the bed. Both reeked of alcohol, but so did he, and it's not like he knew his way around wherever he was enough to find a washing machine. He did, however, find the bathroom.

He squinted his eyes at the flash of the light above, and barely cared to notice how immaculate the whole place was. He held onto the marble bowl of the sink with both hands and looked in the mirror: saying he looked more dead than he already was would've been an understatement. He washed himself up as best as he could and drank so, so much tap water.

As he was about to close the door, he noticed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the doorknob. He looked up and noticed a golden plate with the number 801. He was in the hotel! And it was as expensive as it looked from the outside, judging by the tidiness and faint smell of cologne permeating the hall. Wilbur prayed he had any money left in his coat, wherever he'd lost it, and also to find a spare key downstairs when the door ungracefully slipped out of his grip and locked him out. (Quackity definitely had the original somewhere on his person, but the chances of waking him up were too high.)

He took the elevator down to the ground floor ("holy shit, it goes up to 17?!") and reached an immense reception. Initially, he was surprised to see people already awake, until he noticed they were all employees. All smiling, dressed in pristine uniforms, carrying serviette trays, luggage and cleaning products. Not an actual customer in sight. It only came to him as he was reaching the front desk that he was also the only human in sight. Behind the desk was something green and slick, shaped like a man with a wide smile, who immediately met his eyes and greeted him with a half-screamed "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg!", almost giving him a heart attack.

Now he remembers why he was never the one to order anything at the bar. Because the bartender - who looked exactly like the receptionist, by the way - was a tall slimey abomination who only responded to Quackity's requests. When he asked about it, Quackity said something about "an experiment" and being short on staff. And people in Las Nevadas in general. He does remember Quackity drunkenly telling one "And start listening to the customers too, goddamn it! He's been here this whole time and I had to order and do everything for both!"

"Y-Yes, uhm, good afternoon." Wilbur answered, clearing his throat as he glanced up at the huge metal clock. Sure enough, it was 12:39 PM. "Lunch will be served in approximately 21 minutes, Mr. Soot." the receptionist said without even looking at the clock. "N-no... That's not what I was looking for..." "Well, what can we do for you, Mr. Soot?" he responded without missing a beat. Wilbur placed his hands on the mahogany counter, which he could almost see his own reflection in, and tentatively asked "See, I seem to have lost my coat somewhere... It's a brown--" "Ah! Not to worry Mr. Soot, it's right here!" the receptionist exclaimed again. And without ever breaking eye contact, he reached in a compartment underneath the counter and pulled out his jacket, neatly folded inside a plastic wrapping and, even more surprisingly, clean. "You dropped it as you and Quackity from Las Nevadas were making your way up the stairs!"

"We took the stairs?" he asked mindlessly as he discretely checked his coat's pockets (no, not a sign of cash).

"Sure did! As you came in last night, you said you needed to steady your legs because you couldn't feel them, so Mr Quackity from Las Nevadas helped you walk until you reached the 3rd floor, where you shouted 'I am NOT walking up 7 more bloody flights of stairs, Big Q!' and finally took the elevator!"

Wilbur didn't know if he was cringing at the receptionist's horrible impression of a British accent or his retelling of his drunk antics. "...Right, uhm... So, I also came down to ask--" "Would you like some water and aspirins? Still on Mr. Quackity's tab, not to worry!" the man whispered with a ridiculously forced wink, probably an attempt to be friendly. So he's paying for everything and NOTHING, since he owns the place. Wilbur nodded, and as the receptionist finally broke eye contact with him to reach into the mini fridge behind him, he asked "Do you also have, uhm... A spare room key?" and watched in horror as the receptionist completely turned his head to face him like an owl. "Of course! Room 801, was it? I have it right here!"

After the nearly traumatic experience at the reception, Wilbur rushed back to the room and opened the door carefully. More light was seeping into the room by the minute. Quackity was now sleeping on his back, almost completely splayed on the bed. Again, Wilbur had to tell himself to focus. He poured himself a glass of water with an aspirin from the expensive bottle, then placed another with the same fizzling medicine on Quackity's nightstand. He scavenged for the man's missing clothing pieces and folded them as best as he could, sometimes looking back at him. He didn't have much time, but he still decided to leave a note. He consistently cursed himself under his breath as he struggled to write coherent sentences on the back of a hotel visiting card. He settled on the message and put it against the glass.

Alright, time to go.

He glanced down at Quackity. His relaxed face, with his lips slightly ajar. And his hair, a complete mess. He remembers running his hands through it. Very silky.

Start moving. You have to go.

And a vision came to him, of how they helped unbutton each other's shirts and traced lines over the scars and stitches. And how how beautiful it was that someone who had just as much history on his body knew exactly how to touch them, caress them, kiss them. And--

He wouldn't want you to stay anyway.

Someone knocked at the door. Wilbur rushed to open it, and sure enough, it was another one of those slimy things, this time in a ridiculous maid outfit. "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg! I am here to clean the room!" the maid announced way too loudly, and Wilbur shushed it. "Mr Quackity is still sleeping. Let him wake up on his own." he whispered, and the maid simply answered "Okay Mr Soot." with a surprisingly soft voice. Wilbur closed the door behind them slowly. Knowing he had no reason to open it again left a bitter taste in his mouth. The maid asked "Where are you going by yourself, Mr Soot?", to which he simply responded "Home" before disappearing down the stairs.

[fernlessbastard]

You guys are lucky. I should be studying right now. Or sleeping. But I needed some comfort so there you go, soft quackbur for the soul

I just love the idea of Wilbur leaving gentle kisses on Quackity's scar

To be fair, also vice versa with Wilbur's stitches

Just let them heal together, please, I project too much--

I actually quite like how this one came out, especially Wilbur. It just looks very soft, loving, and gentle, and that was the goal, so yea

[lav-endermoon]

c!quackbur

1821 words

summary:

maybe it’s a slight tremor of his breath that travels up quackity’s arm, all the way to his mouth, carving it into a soft o shape. “oh.” it’s like wilbur can hear his mouth going dry. “…nightmare?”

wilbur doesn’t know if it counts as a nightmare when he’s awake. (that is, if he is awake.) anyway, now is the one time he won’t argue semantics. he can only nod.

“oh.” quackity swallows. “it’s- it’s been a while.” he lays his palm flat against the place where wilbur’s heart should be. “do you want me to…?”

***

sometimes wilbur wakes up in the night and thinks he’s dead.

tags:

Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Touch-Starved Wilbur Soot, Implied/Referenced Sex, only kind of tho, No Smut, they bottle up their feelings and use intimacy as catharsis, Fluff and Angst, pretty light on the angst. for my standards anyway, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Kissing, Resurrected Wilbur Soot, Lowercase