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wings

TW- past abuse, flashbacks, brief mention of alcohol. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read!

Quackity was currently sitting on his bed, his shirt off, staring at his wings.

He didn't quite like them. To him they were ugly, just like the rest of him. They were a faded yellow, having bald spots where his beautiful feathers used to be. They were not too small, but not that big either.

He looked at them in disgust. He wished he could just pay someone to cut them off of him or rip them out of him. But, alas, he was cursed with them. Having to hide them for the rest of his life.

Well, he was sure even with his hiding someone would find them. Because that's just his luck, right? He just hoped that whoever found them would not treat them like Schlatt did. Oh God, Schlatt.

He winced as he remembered what Schlatt would do to them. Remembering the night that his ex found out about his wings. Schlatt would always incorporate hurting his wings every time he would torture him. Whether that be plucking out his feathers painfully slow, or tugging on his wings till Quackity was scared they were about to rip out, he would always hurt them.

Quackity's wings were sensitive as well, one of the most sensitive parts of his body. It hurt so fucking much. He remembered nights of him just wanting to end it all, the cutting, the crying, everything. He remembered one particular night where Schlatt gagged Quackity and started to cut his wings up. Then, he poured alcohol in the cuts, making Quackity scream and beg to be let go. Of course, Schlatt didn't let him go. It was like that all night, Quackity couldn't think anymore, all he could think about was stop, stop, stop-

He stopped when he felt something wet on his face. He put his hand up to his face and-oh. He was crying. He wiped his face and then remembered what he was doing. Preening his wings, right.

He started grooming his wings, he really hates taking time out of his day to do this.

Then, he suddenly heard the door open.

"Hey Quackity-"

Quackity heard him stop. He didn't want to turn around to face his fiancé. His mind was racing. All he could think about was Schlatt and how Sapnap might do the same. But he wouldn't, right? Sapnap loved him. Why would he do that? But then again, he also thought  Schlatt  would never harm him either, and yet, he did. He kept thinking of all the nights he spent crying and screaming, his throat sore from it all.

"Quackity?"

Oh, Karl was there too. Great. Maybe they would both torture him. Quackity said nothing. Too fearful of what Sapnap might do. He heard them slowly come closer to him. He then saw as they came over in front of him. He closed his eyes, just wanting to leave his body. He felt a hand on his shoulder and Quackity jumped. The hand pulled away immediately, as if scared to hurt him.

"You have wings??" Karl said, saying what they both were thinking. The duck hybrid opened his eyes to look up at his lover. He nodded, hoping to whatever God there was that they wouldn't hurt him, especially his wings.

He moved back as Karl put his hand towards his wing, Karl then retreating his hand. "Can I touch them? It's okay if I can't, they're just so beautiful."

Beautiful? They're the ugliest part of him. How can he be calling them beautiful?

Quackity thought about it. If he did get hurt, then it would be okay, wouldn't it? he would deserve it right? But he really didn't want to get hurt. His head was starting to hurt from all of the thinking. He then realized that Karl was still awaiting an answer. He nodded, hesitantly. He was scared, but also trusted his lover.

He flinched when Karl touched his delicate wing, but made no other movement. So, Karl took this as a sign to keep going.

He petted Quackity's wing, relishing in how soft they were. He stared in awe while doing so. "They're so soft..." Karl said softly, as if in a trance. Sapnap also started to pet his other wing, wanting to
know what they feel like.

Quackity was starting to calm down, though still tense and ready for anything that might happen. Schlatt never treated his wings like this. Never appreciated them or complimented them. Just hurt them. He then started remembering the pain he went through, feeling it across his body. He started to panic again, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

Karl noticed this and stopped, tapping Sapnap. Sapnap looked confused for a moment before noticing as well, stopping his movement.

Karl tried to cup Quackity's cheek, but the smaller pulled away from the touch. He felt a lump in his throat, tears threatening to spill. But he couldn't cry in front of them. No, that would show he's weak. He instead opted to bite the inside of his cheek, hoping that would stop the tears from falling.

"My love, what's wrong?" Sapnap asked softly, not wanting to scare his fiancé even more. All Quackity could do is look Sapnap in his eyes with fear. God, he was such a crybaby. He probably looked so weak right now. The thought made him let out a sob. As soon as it came out, everything spilled. He sat there, sobbing hard, his hands covering his face.

Quackity was sitting in a ball. Karl carefully removed Quackity's hands away from his face and Karl pulled him into a hug, rubbing Quackity's back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Sapnap joined the hug from behind, making Quackity jump, but stay in place.

Quackity kept repeating the words "I'm sorry" over and over, not exactly sure what he was sorry for. His mind was racing, thoughts of Schlatt repeating in his head.

It took him awhile to finally come back to what was happening. When he did, he repeated another, soft, "sorry," before hicupping one last time. His lovers both assured him it was okay, and and had no need to say sorry. Karl and Sapnap pulled away, both worried for their lover.

"I'm so sorry, I just-I'm-I-I thought of Schlatt and I couldn't stop it-I'm sorry-"
Quackity was looking down, his eyes red from crying and it seemed like he was about to again."Quackity, it's okay, you have no reason to apologize. You're gonna be okay." Karl said in a soft tone.

Quackity looked up, giving a weak smile. He looked down again, "And why have you felt the need to hide these from us? They're so gorgeous, Quackity. They're breathtaking." Sapnap said, his face softening.

Quackity shook his head, not believing it. "No, they're not. They're so worn out and ugly. How can you say such things when you know it's not true?" Quackity's tone softened at the end, him now fidgeting with his fingers.

Sapnap put his hand on Quackity's chin and softly pulled the others head up. "Quackity, look at me." He said, his voice gentle. Quackity did as told and looked at the man in front of him. "Why would I lie about something to you? You know I would never do that. They are beautiful, they are so soft, and they have a stunning color."

Quackity studied him for any trace of lying, but he could find none. He was being serious. He was being serious. He couldn't believe it as a tear fell from his right eye. Why would someone like his wings? He didn't know, but in the moment he didn't care. He started giggling, so happy that they weren't planning to hurt him and that they loved his wings.

His wings fluttered slightly, him just being happy in general. He pulled Karl and Sapnap into a hug. Karl pampered him with kisses and Sapnap was rubbing his back as Quackity started crying once more.

For the first time in a while, they were happy ones.

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LMAO LOOK AT ME GO I WROTE THIS FUCKER IN 2 DAYS
No one is gonna read this but that's okay !! It was still rly fun to write and I'm happy I did.
If anyone does happen to stumble across this fanfic, pls let me know what I can do to make it better !! I will take all constructive criticism :]

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