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if there was anyone wilbur would kill for, it was his family. honestly, he was glad his brothers were getting along. tubbo and tommy fit well with eachother, like two puzzle pieces. ranboo was akin to the glue you’d put on the puzzle, if you wanted to display your work.
it was nice. it made him happy. so unbelievably happy. however, you can’t always have peacefullness forever.
he gets a call. right when he’s cuddling with tommy, too. bastards, who the fuck is calling him-
“will?” tommy asks, sleepily and through a yawn.
“it’s alright, sunshine, i’ll be back.” wilbur presses a kiss to tommy’s forehead, before shuffling out of bed and picking up the phone. he leaves the room, doesn’t want to disturb tommy too much.
it’s quackity. of course, it’s quackity. he sighs as he accepts the call. “what do you want, q?”
“what i want, is for you to answer the fucking phone! dumbass, i was worried about you.”
“aww, ducky was worried! isn’t that sweet?” he teases.
“what fucking ever. just- you are fine, right? please, tell me this is the last case i’ll have to get you out of.”
“yes, yes. i’m fine. and it will be, for awhile. unless someone else decides to fuck with me.”
right, yes. quackity was wilbur’s, or rather soot’s, lawyer. kept him out of jail by exposing the crimes of soot’s victims, and surprisingly, it almost nearly always worked. the one time it didn’t, wilbur was in prison for three months for breaking and entering. it wasn’t too bad, honestly.
“good, cause i’m getting tired of being your lawyer.”
“you wanna be my boyfriend instead, q?”
quackity sighed. “whatever helps you sleep at night, soot.”
“so romantic.”
“anyway, i gotta go. dinner with the fiancé’s tonight.”
“have fun! tell them i said hi!”
“yeah, of course. bye, wilbur.”
“talk later!”
with that, the call hung up, and wilbur went back into his room. put his phone back on the charging stand and crawled back into bed, pulling tommy in close.
“ev’rythin’ okay, wilby?”
“perfectly fine, sunshine.”
“mm, fine,” tommy said, snuggling into wilbur’s chest. “goin’ to sleep.”
“alright.”
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“you fell right into his trap, you know.”
phil sighs, picking up one of the chunks of hair he’s working with and crossing it over another. he’s braiding techno’s hair, as usual. “i know, i know.”
“he looks at the kid like he hung the world, phil. is that what we looked like all those years ago?”
“mate,” phil starts, chuckling. “we probably still do. i wouldn’t want someone better in my life.”
“even since we sold our souls for immortality?”
“we were stupid, okay, we didn’t think it would work-”
“we were fools, phil! fools!”
“and you still are one.” phil lightly flicks techno on his forehead.
“whatever helps you sleep at night, old man.”
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“tubbo, i think it’s illegal to hold tommy for ransom,” ranboo said. he wasn’t a lawyer, by all means, but he knew the basic laws.
“i need wilbur to pay me back! so, a kidnapping is in order.”
“we can’t kidnap tommy.”
“we can and will! i have nukes!”
“i have a feeling this is going to end badly,” ranboo groaned.