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Quince

Corpse sat on a stool infront of Quackity, dragging the liquid eyeliner across the edge of the mans top eyelid. "I swear to god if you fuck this up, I'll have your head on a stick."

Quackity smiled, keeping his eyes closed as Corpsed dragged out the wing and brought the eyeliner back down to the bottom of his eye. "Open?"

"Mhm." The mans eyelid opened and his brown eyes rolled up. Corpse gently tugged at the skin under his eye and dragged the eyeliner slowly across his waterline.

When he was done, he grinned and leaned back. "There you go! You look handsome as ever."

Quackity giggled. "Thank you, thank you." He bit his bottom lip. "I almost can't believe that today's actually happening."

Corpse smiled, "Close." Quackity closed his eyes and Corpse blew on the eyeliner gently to dry it. He held Quackitys other eye closed as he leaned in to start putting eyeliner on it. "It makes me happy to see you in a healthy, strong relationship like this one. I don't know much about your last one, but from what I've heard it was no bueno."

Quackity smiled as he felt the brush if the eyeliner drag the cold substance across his eye. "It was shit, but I'm safe now. I have more friends than I ever had before. I'm thriving."

Corpse smiled. "You better start practicing putting on eyeliner." He mutter as he began to draw the wing.

"What why?" Quackity asked, almost causing Corpse to mess up, earning a deep growl from the other man. "Sorry."

"Just don't move." Corpse told him, his voice threatening. "I swear to god I will end your existence." There was silence as Corpse finished the other eye and then blew gently to dry the liquid. He leaned back, smiling as Quackity blinked his eyes open. "Oh, you look hot."

Quackity rolled his eyes. "It's itchy." He whined blinking rapidly.

"Do not touch your eye. I swear if you walk out of this room with your eyeliner smudged I will crash your wedding." Corpse threatened, he didn't really mean it of course.

Quackity fanned his eyes with his hands. "Ugh, why does it itch."

Corpse laughed screwing the eyeliner brush into the ink bottle. "Because it's drying. Please don't itch your eye. I will cry."

Quackity groaned and the door opened. Danny, Corpse had learned, came in with George behind them, holding a fancy suite drapped over their arm. "Oh I'm so excited to see how this fits you. Sapnap and Karl look great."

"Hey, nice job on the eyeliner, Corpse." George complimented, sitting down in a near by chair.

"Thanks." Corpse said lowly as Quackity took his suite from Danny. "I'm gonna go to Karl now. See you soon Q."

Quackity flashed Corpse a quick smile as the man left, walking down the hall and entering Karls room.

"Corpse! Thank God you're here!" Corpse closed the door behind him, shocked to Karl, red faced. His cheeks were shining and his eyes were red.

"Karl? Have you been crying?" He asked walking forward.

"Yes. I um." Karl shook out his hands aggressively. "Well, just look!" He grabbed a door and yanked it open, revealing a closet.

And a man standing in it.

"Who the fuck is that?" Corpse asked, jumping slightly at the sight.

"Quackitys ex husband." Karl confessed as the man stepped out of the closet.

"Do you need me to knock his lights out?" Corpse said coldly, sizing the man up.

"Ah! Please, I'm not here to cause any harm!" The man said, seeming to shrink into himself.

"Like I believe that." Corpse took a threatening step forward.

"Corpse please!" Karl slid himself between them. "He's here to make up for the years of hell he put Quackity through. He isn't going to be staying long."

Corpse furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the man behind Karl, his mind swirling. How would Quackity feel about this? "Does Quackity know he's out?"

"No." Karl confessed guiltily.

Corpses eyes shot down to Karl, looking at the man in utter shock. "Does Sapnap know that he's here?"

"Uh, no." Karl scratched the back of his neck. "Sapnap would strangle him."

"What if this doesn't go off well? What if he's lying to you and ends up hurting Quackity, or worse." Corpse pressed, flashing an suspicious glare at the man.

"Corpse-"

"Karl, let me." The man stepped forward, putting a hand on Karls shoulder, which was immediately slapped off by Corpse, who pushed Karl away. "Uh," the man cleared his throat, meeting Corpses eyes. "Listen, while I was in prison, I found myself enduring at lot of the things I put Quackity through, and it genuinely made me sick to know that I could treat such an amazing person like that." He blinked and swallowed hard. "I love Quackity so much, but I fucked it up and I just want to see him happy. I'm here to tell him that I want to see him happy. To give him that closure."

Corpse narrowed his eyes. "How much is Karl paying you?"

"Nothing, I swear! This is all genuine." The man held up his hands and Corpse stepped back.

"This is such a huge fucking risk." He told Karl. He turned his attention back to the ex husband. "If you so much a brush a hair against Quackity or anyone in that room I will cut your testicles off with safety scissors and make them into earrings that you can't take off."

The man gulped and nodded as Corpse leaned back and the dressing room door opened. "Hey guys!" It was Ranboo. He had three black cloths in his hand. "I'm here to blind fold the groom."

Corpse flashed a smile at the tall child and nodded at him.

Ranboo walked in and smiled at the wiggly Karl as he put one of the cloths over his eyes and tied it up, making sure it wouldn't fall. "Congrats, Karl." He told him as he stepped back and walked out of the room. Corpse stepped forward, grasping Karls elbow gently.

"Jesus this is scary." Karl giggled as he moved forward. "Try to stay hidden, Jschlatt." He called over his shoulder.

Corpse glared at the man. "Be on your best, behavior." He warned before guiding Karl out into the hall for his walk up to the alter.