Accidental Marriage

1 - Loneliness

Quackity Woke up first, the sun shining in his face from his bed. He groaned, feeling his piercing headache full force. He draped his right arm over his eyes at first, not wanting to get up at first. At least, that was until he felt something move next to him, and then arms wrapping around him pulling his back into their chest, a face being pressed into his neck. Quackity sat for a moment, puzzled and still somewhat out of it before his dark blue eyes widened, himself gasping in realization. "Holy shit!" The winged male wiggled his way out of whoever's arms, landing himself onto the ground next to the bed. He was happy to see that this was his house the two crashed at, sighing in relief. When he stood up Quackity finally looked at who it was he had fallen asleep with, but as he put his hands on the bed to lift himself up, he noticed a ring on his right ring finger that was diffidently not their before. "What the..."

"Hey Quack-" The nation leader screamed, shooting up and meeting eyes with Wilbur, who stared back with an amused look. "Quackity, please. I have a headache just like you must have."

"Wha?- Why are you HERE?!" The blackette asked, waving his around indicating his house. Wilbur frowned.

"Did you forget what happened last night?" Wilbur asked, sitting up some as he rubbed what little sleepiness he had out of his chocolate brown eyes. The other scared at him weird, himself trying to remember what happened.

"What?- What happened last night, Wilbur?" The other frowned, sighing as he finally sat up. Quackity slowly made his way to sit down, knowing all to well this would be a long story on Wilbur's side.

"ok, well this is a little disappointing. But I guess I should tell you what happened."

Wilbur was making his was through the casino, a normal night for the other at this point. He had already had a few drinks, himself taking a few chances on some gambling games, and actually getting a descent amount of diamonds in the process. Now he was at the bar, spending some on some drinks. What surprised him was when he got to said bar, Quackity sat at one of the stools, sobbing quite loudly as he chugged what looked like dequilla. Wilbur was actually concerned for the other. The two had been ok friends since his return, himself building a little burger stand nearby to give the other 'competition'. In reality he just wanted to spite the other, and try to join Las Nevada's again. He sat down, tapping Quackity's shoulder and making the crying man look at him. "What?" The leader sounded broken, defeated almost. It broke Wilbur seeing him like this, himself being in Quackity's position.

"Oh Quackity..." Wilbur mumbles, looking at the other in sympathy. The winged man started crying again, this time forgetting about the dequilla he had been drinking and latching onto the lanky male next to him.

"Why do people just use me Wil? W-Why can't I have a stable relations-ship?! Why do I always get stuck with the toxic o-ones?" Wilbur hugged the other, rubbing his back as he ranted, nodding along hoping that this would calm the other down. eventually the drunk man ended up in Wilbur's lap, the brunette next to him finishing off the dequilla the other had been drinking. The sat their for hours after that, talking and laughing, Wilbur himself having a few more drinks. eventually the two got on the topic of past relationships, Quackity talking about his past failed ones, and Wilbur telling the other about his marriage with Sally, and how the fish had died shortly after Fundy became a thing. "We should get married." Quackity randomly said, head still resting on the others shoulder, himself on the brunettes lap still, comfortable and at peace for one in his life. Wilbur, himself toxicated, agreed after that. Why? He'd never tell.

They got married that night, on the same bridge Quackity himself wanted to marry Karl and Sapnap on, both finding rings they liked to have the other wear, and ceiling the deal. That night, they went home to Quackity's house, had something for dinner, and went to bed cuddling each other. It was the happiest either had been in a long time, and both loved it.

Hearing Wilbur tell the other about all this, Quackity started remembering small snippets, part of him now fighting over the shame and rage he was feeling. "So, I married you last night." Quackity breathed out, feeling himself about to laugh at himself. This had to be the stupidest thing he had done. Wilbur saw the ashamed look, himself grabbing one of Quackity's arms and pulling him closer to himself, lanky arms once again surrounding the smaller.

"Look, we can divorce if you want! I-It doesn't bother me that much Quackity. I wont be offended." Wilbur spoke. Quackity though for whatever reason didn't want to jump right onto that solution. He remembered how free he felt with the other, relaxed and actually cared about. No one had talked to him like that in so long, he missed it, craved it. Did he want to give that up? Quackity grabbed ahold of Wilbur's trench coat, shaking his head. Quackity would never know this, but Wil's hear swelled in realization.

"N-No. Um... maybe we could... make this work?" Quiet. "I... I don't want to be alone anymore." He whispered. "I can't take it anymore. So, could we try and make this work?" Wilbur smiled happily, bringing the other even closer to himself.

"Sure, if you want to try and make this work, let's give it a shot."