Bad and Skeppy raise their son Duckie, while trying to keep their marriage together. They learn that life is never easy.
*Marked as mature for violence, language, and sexual jokes. No smut scenes.*
"Ow!" Skeppy gasped as Bad pulled a hair out of his head."
"You can't complain about it being out of place anymore." Bad chuckled as he let the hair fall on the floor.
"That was uncalled for, and mean." Skeppy pouted. "This is why you're the devil, and I'm the angel."
"You're no angel, Geppy." Bad kissed his cheek to make up for the hair plucking. "Are you almost ready? our guests should be arriving shortly."
"Okay, I think I'm pretty much ready."
"Are you going to put your halo on?"
"And ruin my hair?"
Bad rolled his eyes and put the halo aside. "Alright, an angel without a halo it is then."
"I'm going to have the best costume, you'll see."
"Mn, I think I already won that title Mr. confident." Bad looked down at his costume. "Yeah, it's definitely cooler than yours."
"Hey! Nah uh!"
Skeppy's costume:
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Bad's costume:
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Woah those models are hot, dang.
Lya arrived first and greeted the kings with a bottle of wine. She had spent a large chunk of her paycheck on it. "Here you go your highnesses, I'm so thankful you wanted me here."
"No problem!" Skeppy giggled and took the wine. He knew he'd be convincing Bad to drink it with him later.
"I love your costume" Bad complimented her.
"Oh thanks, I had to get something last minute."
Lya's Costume:
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