Quackbur Oneshotssss

The Pretty Peasant (2)

TW// fighting, gore, death, severe denial, and guilt.

Quackity's eyes fluttered open, seeing the sun shining through the glass doors that lead out to the balcony. He yawned and stretched before he cuddled one of the fluffy pillows once more. 'That was the best sleep I've ever gotten in my life. Wow.' He sighed with contentment, his wing stretching across himself in a comfortable manner.

Quackity perked up slightly when he heard a knock at the door. He turned over to face the door, "Mm.. who is it?" He yawned after his question.
"It's me, darling...~ Good morning~!" The now familiar soft, British accent of the king was revealed on the other side of the door.
Quackity sleepily smiled a little, "You can come in.." He sat up slowly.
Wilbur opened the door and walked through, chuckling at Quackity. "Quite the bedhead there."
"Hm?" Quackity blinked slowly, processing Wilbur's words before he realized what he meant. "Oh- Mmm thank you." He sleepily smiled.
Wilbur walked over, picking up a brush from the vanity, then sitting on the bed by Quackity. "Would it be okay if I brushed your hair?"

Quackity perked up lightly at his question and smiled and nodded, he shifted so that he was facing away from Wilbur and smiled lightly as he gently brushed his long black hair. Quackity really appreciated how gentle the king was, though still felt so surprised by how willing he was to help Quackity. He only saw this kindness once before... sadness quickly hit him at the memory, so he shook it off.
Wilbur smiled calmly, "You have quite beautiful hair, Quackity... very soft."
Quackity hummed quietly, "Thank you..."
"How long has it been since you've had a haircut if you don't mind me asking?"

"Um.." Quackity took a moment to think about it, "I'm not really sure. It's definitely been a long time." He shrugged.
Wilbur nodded, "Perhaps you'd like to get it trimmed?"
Quackity smiled, "That would be nice, actually. I just don't think I'd want it to be trimmed too much..."
Wilbur smiled calmly, "Of course. The decision is completely up to you." He finished brushing his hair. "Hm.. what do you think of doing a braid?" He offered.
Quackity nodded, "I'd like that..." He lightly smiled.
Wilbur nodded and got up to grab a ribbon so he could tie the end of Quackity's hair. He sat back down behind Quackity and slowly began to braid his hair.
Quackity was very calm and relaxed, smiling softly. "Actually... how come Niki isn't doing my hair?" He asked quietly and quietly.

Wilbur smiled, "She's on sick leave, she ended up with a cold this morning." He answered, "Besides, I quite like helping style hair. My older brother had very long hair that my younger brother and I would often braid." He explained, "So, I'm quite experienced with styling hair.. it kind of brings me back to my childhood."
Quackity smiled, "You have siblings?"
Wilbur nodded, "Yes, an older brother and a younger brother." He smiled softly, "Techno and Tommy."
"What about the age difference?"
"Techno and I are twins," Wilbur started, "Tommy is about 5 years younger than us. Techno chose to be a knight, I inherited my own kingdom and Tommy will be inheriting our parent's kingdom." He smiled fondly. "What about you?"
Quackity paused for a moment... "Um.. I have two sisters and a brother." He lied, "They were all adopted though... we lived in the orphanage for a while, but I never got adopted.. so once I turned 18, they threw me out."

Wilbur was saddened, "And how old are you now?"
"...24." Quackity quietly answered.
Wilbur was further saddened, "Oh... I'm.. I'm so sorry, Quackity."
Quackity gently shrugged, "It's... okay. There's not much I can change now, you know?" He smiled sadly.
Wilbur nodded, "I understand..." He kept braiding his hair, "I'm.. happy I can help you. Even if you don't want to live in the castle with me... I'm happy to let you stay somewhere nearby." He smiled, "I wouldn't... be able to live with myself if I just let you back out onto the streets..." He shrugged.
Quackity's expression softened, "...Really?"
Wilbur nodded. "See, my parents were... gentle rulers." He started, "My parents were never fans of punishing people who only needed help. They taught this to us. They taught us that it isn't okay to punish somebody for stealing something that they need or having to hurt somebody to protect themselves or someone else..."