☾︎𑁍Karlnapity One-shot𑁍☽︎

Fluffy Wings

☾︎♫︎𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝;𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝;𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔;𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢;𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜♫︎☽︎ ☞︎︎︎𝕄𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟:ᴡʜᴇɴ Qᴜᴀᴄᴋɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴄʜʟᴀᴛᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇʀʀɪᴇᴅ,Sᴄʜʟᴀᴛᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʀʏᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ Qᴜᴀᴄᴋɪᴛʏ's ᴡɪɴɢs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ☜︎︎︎

Quackity look at his figure reflected in the mirror. He had released his golden wings after a long time.They were growing,they had gotten longer and most likely would have grown even more. They were able to finally endure his weight.

He had always been very insecure of his wings,he hadn't shown them to anyone expect Tubbo,and he didn't know if he would ever...he felt so wrong...
It was the last time he had tried it had aggravated his paranoia even more.

During his previous life as a couple, his husband had repeatedly tried to cut off his wings once he had shown them to him.
Wings are a very sensitive part of the body for someone. If kept closed for more than 2 weeks there was a risk of going against hallucinating pain. For this reason,whenever he could and was in isolated places without someone,he let them free.

But after Schlatt tried to cut them off because he didn't like them,he never opened them again. If not when he had to take a shower.

His son Tubbo knew about them because he had seen them several times,as Alex always made him play with his wings when he was nervous or to distract him from bad thoughts.
But he never said a word about them.

"When was the last time I let them out? 5 days ago? Why does the pain seem more than usual?"
He touched some golden feathers. Unexpectedly a shot took him in full.

"I should have expected it....shit"
His back burned with pain and his shoulder blades ached.
He dropped along the bathroom wall as his head started to ache.

It was starting to get cold....even though the air conditioner was on.He could barely move his body no matter how badly he felt.His eyes began to blur and his energies began to fail,he felt weaker and weaker....

A notification of a message made him mentally pick up. Yes, because physically him felt like shit.

From ℬ𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎-ℬℴ𝓎:
Ducky we're on our way home,we'll be there in 10 minutes.

Shit,right now?

Quackity tried to get off the floor to calm down before his husbands returned,but failed miserably,as the pain had almost completely immobilized him.
He was scared. In a couple of minutes Karl and Sapnap would be walking through the front door and coming looking for him. They would see his wings and be horrified.

He was starting to struggle to breathe and his chest was getting heavy. Every breath of his was a thorn. It's hurt.

Quackity closed his eyes slowly,everything had become so heavy and suffocating...

"Sugar Pumpkin...Where are you?"
He instinctively opened his eyes. A voice, not just any voice no...his voice...It was not possible,there was no way he was there.

His breathing began to quicken as he heard heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom door...his footsteps.

"Quackity,are you here~?"
His voice was more distinct now. He could feel his irritated tone,his feigned happiness,his irregular and heavy breath,the smell of vodka....

"Quackity,open the door. Now"
his fists started banging on the door in an attempt to force it.

"Not again please...please not again,I don't want to,leave me alone..."
Quackity started gasping and the breathing was getting heavy again. His chest ached and he couldn't breathe that much.