ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᴰᵒⁿᵗ ᴸᵉᵃᵛᵉ...

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This is fluff~
CW
Blood
Crying

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// Wilbur POV //

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I cried on Quackity's shoulder for a while,
he was coughing every few minutes and I could smell the blood.


"Q... do you have like a medkit or healing potion around here or something?"


"W-why?"


"Cause I can smell the blood spilling out of you darling-"

XD-
FUCKING DAMNIT WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT?

His cheeks turned a light red and he just stared at me wide-eyed as I stood up.


"Um... I (69) think so? It's probably in a chest upstairs..."

"Okay, I'll... I uhm I'll be right back."


I quickly left the room nearly running into the wall on my way out.
What's with my mouth and saying the wrong things?

I made my way upstairs looking over all the fucking chests this man owned.
Hearing the patter of harsh rain outside,
it reminded me of when I left.

Not a great memory...
for anyone involved, actually, that might be why...

I let out a sigh
"Of course, I'm the reason."

I started looking through chests trying to find a potion of healing or something for him.

How does that happen when you go mining?
I mean, he had burn marks on his arms and a good fuck amount of blood coming out of him.


I found a medkit
it would have to do.

Hurrying down the stairs I could hear some thunder from outside, it's really pissing it down huh-


I made it to my door and heard something from inside,
it sounded like sobs.
I guess he could hear it too.

I opened my door not seeing Quackity on the bed but only a few feathers where he was sitting and a pillow missing.

"Hey, Q?"
I stepped in and cracked the door behind me.

I heard something soft hit the floor and felt someone grab me from behind,
and hold me tightly squeezing my stomach.

"Uhm... Quackity?"
I moved one of my hands to rub his back,
I could feel him hyperventilating and crying into my trench coat

"It's okay... can you let go of me du... Q-"

I felt him shake his head and pull me closer.

"Alright then..."
I pushed him off of me and turned around allowing him to hug me again,
he held me even closer crying into my chest.

I walked towards the bed dragging him with me, he didn't seem keen on moving so I threw the med kit on the bed and moved my hands to his legs, and motioned for him to jump up.

He jumped up and wrapped his hands around my neck and legs around my torso, shoving his face into the crook of my next sobbing.


What did I do to this man...


I sat down on the bed resting him on my lap (420) 
letting him straddle it.

I rubbed his back slowly trying to calm him down.
I could hear the rain pouring outside and thunder crashing,
he tensed up holding onto me tighter pulling himself closer.

I took a deep breath and hugged him back trying to comfort him,
"Duckling... do you want anything to drink?"

Pet names used to calm him down...
Or just make him flustered.

I think either one of those would be better than him crying.

(I'm watching the new Wednesday on Netflix-
okay wtf is this shit.)

He shook his head again grabbing onto my hair.
He mumbled something into my chest, something I couldn't understand.



"Can you say that again ducky?"


He moved closer to me and moved his head out from my neck.



"Please... please don't leave..."


There was snot, tears, and blood running down his face.
I wiped it off to the best of my ability, rubbing the back of his neck and scratching behind his ear stimulating the feathers, and kissing his forehead leaving my head rested there.


"I won't leave you duckling..."

Not again.

Never again.

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-Word Count: 585-

Not sure why but apparently the upload schedule for this is 2 chapters a day-
I can't promise this will be staying like this but...
idk enjoy it while I still confuse my boredom for motivation :D



Pov: Your "motivation" wants to write and not make videos/ post the damn things and so your YT is just collecting dust 😙✌

but fr that thing is dying in the trash out back with my life-

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