| MCYT Oneshots !! |

| Camping | - QSMP

TYPE - Fluff • [Open ending] (kinda?)
SHIPS/DUOS - Tntduo • Platonic
WARNINGS - None...
A/N : Imo, this is really a love confession but I think it's good enough-..
      • FLUFFTOBER : Love Confession

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Wilbur stared at the sky silently, watching the clouds move. He looked at Tallulah and Chayanne, both sleeping peacefully not too far away from him.

He felt someone shuffle beside him, and he knew that if he looked he would see Quackity staring at him. The brunnete could feel the duck hybrid's gaze on him, it was impossible for him not to feel it.

"Why are you still awake?" Quackity asked, looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes, black eyes a bit hazy with sleep.

"Can't sleep." The taller answered without looking at him. "Any reason why?" The duck hybrid asked, looking slightly more awake now.

"..."

The shorter sent him a worried look, barely noticeable.

"Not really? I don't... know." Wilbur answered after a few more seconds of silence. "I just... can't stop feeling like something will happen to them. I've been away for so long. I'm afraid that something bad will happen to them again." The musician admited, frowning.

The raven haired mans eyes softened.

"Nothing will happen to them, Will." He reassured him. The brunnete sighed, slightly frustrated. "How can we be so sure about that? This island is unpredictable!" He whisper-shouted, not wanting to accidentally wake up the children.

"Wilbur, listen to me."

The musician turned to look at him, immediately locking eyes with the raven haired man.

"Nothing is going to happen to them, alright? We're not gonna let anyone do anything to them, do you hear me? No one is gonna harm them in our watch. Nothing is going to happen to any of us." Quackity said firmly, never looking away from Wilbur's eyes.

"..."

Wilbur was speechless for a moment, but nodded. They weren't gonna let anything bad happen to their children.

"Okay, I understand." The taller nodded again slowly.

"Good. Now go the fuck to sleep, we both know you need it, Will." Quackity said.

Wilbur laughed slightly, smiling softly at the duck hybrid. "Alright, Q." He answered, shuffling to a more comfortable position.

"Good night, Wilbur."

"Good night, Quackity. Love you."

"..."

"Love you too."