The Runaway Prince - Quackbur

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3rd Person POV
the next morning Quackity woke up at his normal time, just like everyday. 7am sharp. but something was different this time. he was much warmer than any other morning.

as Quackity woke up more, he realized why. he was trapped in Wilburs arms. Quackity wanted to wake Wilbur up but decided to let himself... enjoy it.

Quackity rested his head back down against Wilburs chest and felt him breath. Quackity listened closely to Wilburs slow heart rate. it made Quackity want to go back to sleep.

but sadly, he has to get up. with all his strength, Quackity freed himself from Wilburs arms and stretched.

Quackity let's his hand stretch to Wilburs face. he gently moved some hair out of his eyes and felt his cheeks warm up.

"h-hey! get up!" Quackity snapped out of it and shook Wilbur awake.

"ah!" Wilbur startled awake and fell off the bed. he wasn't exactly used to being woken up like this.

"HAHAHA! HOLY SHIT!" Quackity laughed at Wilbur.

the rest of the morning was full of Quackity teasing Wilbur about how scared he got when he woke him up. all through milking the cows, preparing the milk, all of it.

"goodness, just please stop talking about it!" Wilbur groaned.

"okay, fine! we have to go to town anyways. you definitely need a bit of a disguise, though. you fit the fucking description perfectly!"

"do you have anything?"

"hmmm, let's see."

The two walked back to the bedroom. Quackity once again opened the small closet and searched through the clothes.

on a hanger hung a long cloak that had a hood. it caught Quackitys eye pretty quickly and so he grabbed it.

"this will do." he said and handed it to Wilbur.

The taller nodded and put it around his shoulders and lifted the hood onto his head.

"well, how do I look?" he asked Quackity.

"it's... missing something..." Quackity answered and stared at Wilbur.

He walked up to the taller and slowly grabbed his glasses, gently taking them off.

"there..." Quackity said as he felt his cheeks get warm. Wilburs eyes were much more visible without the glasses.

"well then! let's get a move on! don't want to miss out on selling milk!" Wilbur said, turing away.

"oh fuck you!"

The two gathered the milk bottles and walked down to the center of town where Quackitys shop was. Wilbur listened intently as Quackity explained what he had to do. like how he had to talk to customers, display the product, and handle the money.

it felt almost over whelming to the prince.

Quackity had finished explaining how things had worked and sat down next to Wilbur. the shorter kept his eyes peeled for anyone who seemed willing to by from him while Wilbur struggled focusing.

Wilbur couldn't help but look at the shorter. and sure, it's only been a day, but he felt like he could live his life like this. he felt like he had learned more in 24 hours than he has in 18 years! and with Quackity, he also felt like... like he had a "friend."

sure, Wilbur had met some great people in his life, but he never felt connected to any.

Quackity took notice to Wilburs silence and turned to ask him what was wrong. he was met with chocolate brown eyes that were staring at him.

"excuse me," a voice startled the two randomly. "do you sell whiskey here?"

it was a guard in more casual clothes than armour. he wore a bandana around his forehead keeping his hair out of his face.

"not yet, season isn't in." Quackity shrugged. Wilbur noticed how little eye contact Quackity was making.

"alcohol has seasons?" the guard asked.

"no- what I mean is I don't make it this time of year. when the fall starts I do, Sapnap."

"well, I um.. I'll be on my way. bye, Quackity."

the guard had looked rather disappointed. but something was telling Wilbur that it wasn't the alcohol problem.

"what was that about?" asked Wilbur.

"hmm, my boyfriend."

BOYFRIEND!? Wilbur screamed in his mind.

"your... b-boyfriend?"

"yes. he is so fucking sweet and like... he is pretty fun and..."

as Wilbur pretended to listen, he began thinking of Sapnap. something about him pissed Wilbur off. was because he seemed strong? attractive? he didn't like Sapnap.

but he didn't know why though. he seemed nice.

all in all, Wilbur decided it was because he was a guard. and being a guard was an automatic enemy with the given situation.

after about a month had passed, things have died down quite a bit. yes, there are posters everywhere, but none have Wilburs face. they all describe him but everyone stopped caring.

the search had started to move more south, and so the guards were looking elsewhere.

yes, there may have a been a scare here and there, but when questioned, they found a way out.

and as for the runaway himself, Wilbur had learned so much. he was able to take care of the cows almost completely by himself now. and he could handle the stand alone, though he didn't want to ever.

not only the rude customers, but he liked being able to sit with Quackity.

another thing Wilbur had learned while he had stayed here is... he likes Quackity.

one night, they went to bed after dinner, as usual. they got into bed. Wilbur laid back and looked up to the ceiling. he felt Quackity lay on his chest and mumble a "goodnight" and Wilburs breath hitched.

in that moment, Wilbur could feel that his heart was racing. Quackity laid on him with a different comfort than the other nights. it didn't take long for Wilbur to wrap his arms around Quackity too.

that was the moment when Wilbur had realized something.

He didn't just like Quackity. he liked people before but Quackity was... something else. a new feeling entirely. and Wilbur had to find out what it was.