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"So," Wilbur coughed a bit as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "The people in your kingdom call you...they call you a gift from the gods?" The tobacco from the cigarette left an odd taste in his mouth, he'd never actually smoked past a drag or two. This was his second cigarette within the past hour.

"Yeah, they'll see you as one too. You're not a curse, Wilbur. You're a blessing." The ravenette leaned his head on the Prince's shoulder, plucking the cigarette from his fingers. Wilbur gave a small huff of protest, but he didn't try to take it back.

"I doubt that, they'll just see me as another useless creature. Just like the rest of the townspeople here." He scowled, leaning his head on top of Quackity's.

"You're not listening, Soot." The golden-winged Prince took a long drag of the cigarette before he put it out on the castle wall behind them, flicking the bud into the grass. "My kingdom and yours are different. One day, I'll show you."

"Promise?" Wilbur murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as a feeling of contentment of warmth washed over him. It felt nice to be this close to someone. No strings attached, no manipulation, nothing is forced. It's all truth, all real feelings.

"I promise, Wil..." Quackity looked up at him, making Wilbur open his eyes and return his gaze. Wilbur couldn't explain what he felt as he looked down at the man, it was something new. Something different. A feeling that he wished to act on, but was too scared to.

Perhaps if Quackity acted on it for him?

Did the other Prince even feel the same?

What if he didn't?

What were these feelings anyways?

This was wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

A Prince shouldn't behave like this!

But it felt so nice...

Freeing.

And—

"Wilbur," a voice cut in, startling him. "Did you hear what I said?" And when Wilbur shook his head, Quackity continued with a light sigh. "I said we need to work on your emotions next. Regulating them, when to show them and when not to." The short Prince shook his head. "Honestly, Wilbur, you need to stop zoning out. This is the eighth time in the past day. It's not healthy."

"Sorry...sorry, I didn't mean to." Wilbur mumbled, wiggling around a bit to get Quackity to lift his head off of his shoulder, in turn Wilbur took the opportunity to put his head on Quackity's shoulders instead.

"Pendejo..." The ravenette mumbled quietly, but he had the ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he wrapped his arm around his waist and rested his head on top of Wilbur's.

"I need to get to my studies..." Wilbur sighed, carefully peeling himself away from Quackity. He hurried off into the castle, leaving the man behind as he rushed to the library.

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"Well maybe if you weren't such a useless thing, everything would be better around here!" The words cut through him like a knife, making him stumble backwards a bit.

"Useless...thing?" He choked on his words, his hands clenching into fists. "Listen—"

"Leave." The blonde snapped coldly. "Get the hell out of my throne room, I don't want to see your pathetic face anymore."

Wilbur stared up at his Father, shoving down his tears as he tried to speak. His words came out shakily and strained, but he managed. "You make me sick. You're supposed to be my fuckin' Father, instead you treat me like I am the scum of this earth. You are lying to yourself if you think I'm useless. You're lying to yourself if you think that you are any better than me." The Prince took a deep breath and continued. "You can call me whatever you want, but I will not let you hurt me again." And with that, Wilbur spun around and marched out of the throne room, passing Quackity on his way out.

Wilbur tried to push past him, but the other Prince grabbed onto him and pushed him against the wall to prevent him from wiggling away. "Wilbur, stop it!" Quackity grunted, holding onto Wilbur's shoulders tightly. But Wilbur kept trying to push him off, tears in his eyes as he began to panic. "Wilbur- Wil- Hey, look at me." And when Wilbur didn't look at him, he spoke in a firmer tone. "Look at me."

Wilbur let out a small cry of surprise as Quackity shook him a bit, startling him out of his panic. "I'm sorry- I-I'm sorry..." His stammered out quickly. "I just- I just...I can't do it anymore..." His knees quivered underneath his weight.

"Why don't we go out to the gardens? Would that help?" Quackity suggested, loosening his grip on his shoulders.

"Okay- okay..." He gulped, forcing himself to nod weakly. "Yeah, that'll be good."

Quackity nodded and Wilbur let the man pull him down the enormous halls to the door that led to the gardens. He let out a sigh of relief as they stepped out into the cool spring air. Soft grey clouds covered the baby blue skies and blocked out the sun, dusting the land in spotty shadows.

They sat down underneath the weeping willow, Wilbur sitting in-between Quackity's legs with his back pressed against his chest as the ravenette's arms wrapped around his waist. He could feel Quackity's head resting on top of his head, he felt warm and content. Comfortable. This was wrong...but...was it truly wrong? Or was it everything that had been put into his head making him think that it was wrong?

"Quackity...?" Wilbur mumbled softly.

"Hm?" Quackity hummed, tightening his arms around his torso.

"Is it...is this wrong?" His voice cracked, making him wince internally.

"Is what wrong, Wil?"

"This...us..." He let out a deep breath that he didn't know he had been holding as he elaborated on what he meant. "Being...having feelings for...another guy?" He fidgeted with the edge of Quackity's sleeve, gazing down at his hands.

"Is that what your Father told you?" The golden-winged Prince gently grabbed onto Wilbur's hand.

"Yeah...but...is it wrong though?"

"No, Wilbur. Your feelings are valid, and welcome. If you love someone you should go for it, regardless of gender. You'll see what I mean when you visit my kingdom, it's a wonderful place. It's freeing and peaceful." Quackity's other hand moved up to play with his hair.

"So, liking the same gender is... acceptable? Even if some people say it isn't?" Wilbur shifted to look up at him.

"Yes, it's completely acceptable." Quackity giggled softly as he tapped Wilbur on the tip of his nose, making Wilbur scrunch his face up a bit. After a beat of silence passed, Quackity spoke again. "Is there something you wanna tell me, Wil?"

"I- U-uhm- No?" He tried and failed at covering up the tint of red covering his cheeks.

Quackity gave a small hum of disbelief, shaking his head. "I think there is something, you just don't want to tell me. You're redder than an apple, Wil." He snickered softly, tracing a line down the brunette's jaw with the tip of his index finger. "You can tell me."

"Uhm...I..." Wilbur hesitated, picking at the grass. "I think I'm in love...with a guy."

Oh gods, my Father is gonna skin me alive.

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