The Absolute, WORST Valentine's Day to EVER exist

The Absolute, WORST Valentine's Day to EVER exist

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Started 2/14/22 Ended: 7/24/22 This is a TNT Duo fanfic I made on A03 posted on my shared account called Disc_kid_and_slime_boy under my pseuds Basically_Charlie_Slimecicle :> follow my main A03 account called I_Hate_Ross Summary: Quackity Hates Valentines Day, He hated the memories being triggered because of it. This Valentine's day however he expected to be alone drinking his life away when a certain someone broke into Las Nevadas and made a proposal. Now he has to deal with being anything BUT alone. Talk about the absolute, WORST Valentine's Day to EVER exist.
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"Quackity?" I spin around, tackling him and tumbling roughly into the wall behind us. I pin his wrist down, tears dropping onto his soon-to-be crimson shirt. I can almost see the blood seeping out of the wounds I intend to slice into his skin. His pupils dilate as he clutches the dagger's hilt before it meets the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "Quackity drop the fucking knife," Wilbur hisses, gritting his teeth. My eyes widen as my grip loosens on the blade and his wrist, the knife clattering out of my grasp as I stare at him. I dip down, sensing the tension hovering between us, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. From where sit straddling his waist, I see his face soften at the sight of my dishevelment. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispers gently. * * * Synopsis: Behind closed doors, a casino isn't all glittering lights and card games. It's made of traitors and cheaters... Quackity has always stood in other's shadows, cast out from countries, betrayed by those whom he loved, and laughed at by those whom he thought he could trust. The moment he creates an empire of his own, however, suddenly everyone wants a piece of their own, and it seems as if they'll stop at nothing for a taste of power. On the night of Las Nevadas' grand opening, a traitor threatens to tear down everything Quackity has built, and it seems as if the only one whom he can trust is a man who has an interesting relationship with matches and TNT. Cover art is mine! CW/TW: language, smut, blood/gore, weapons, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive/ toxic relationships, substance abuse, anxiety attacks, sexual assault, assault, character death, vomiting/ nausea, etc. Viewer discretion advised.

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