I already had a warning in the warnings for the bio, but it's gets a bit spicy in this chapter.... have fun! Just assume from this point on any chapter could have spicy shit in it and be prepared.

Wilbur still watched his doppelganger, who had a health potion and cleaned up his bloody face from his broken nose, from where he sat at the dining table. He acted as if it were a regular occurrence for them to get into situations like those, which made both Wilbur and Quackity worried. Did the two usually fight like that where they were from? They sat at the dining room table, Quackity next to the brunette who had been silent since the broke Quackity had left earlier.

Sapnap and Karl sat across from them, with Wilbur and George on the ends. It was quiet, only scraping utensils and the occasional cough or sniffle filling the air. Wilbur finally decided to speak, looking towards, well, himself. “So, does that happen often?” The other looked up, swallowing before speaking. 

“Does what happen often?” 

“You and Quackity, you two fighting.” Wilbur brought a piece of chicken up to his mouth, eating it as he waited for the other to answer. He shrugged, sighing before speaking himself. 

“Yeah, it happened a bit back home. Usually, it’s just yelling, sometimes it can get physical but not all the time.” The doppleganger paused. “It’s been a while since it’s gotten physical like that actually.” He shrugs, taking another bit of his food. Quackity shifted in his seat. 

“The other me, you mentioned um, alot of stuff I didn’t understand. What did you mean by all that?” Now Wilbur paused, eyes turning dark before looking at the avian. 

“It’s not my place to say. It didn’t happen to me. Just know my Quackity has been through too much, things that no one should have to go through.” As vague as it was, Wilbur had a good idea of what he was trying to get at, his head turning towards his own Quackity who was frowning with brows creased with uncertainty. 

“Are you and Quackity together?” Wilbur asked, at that most of the group looked up. It seemed they knew the answer, almost looking sad for the two who didn’t know the answer. 

“No, not anymore anyways. We used to be.” A pause. “But I messed it up, and I don’t think he’d take me back if I begged on my knees.” Non doppelganger Wilbur frowned. 

“What exactly did you do?” It was Karl that asked. All waiting for the man to answer. 

“I died.” A long pause. “Well I was dead, uh, I had Philza kill me. After the revolution to free L’manburg, that is. But I left Quackity on his own to deal with everything he went through by himself, I broke promises that we had made together, and that’s not something that can easily be forgiven.” It was a long time before anyone tried to say anything, watching the other’s red eyes turn dark and sad. 

“What do you mean you died? If you died, how are you here?” George asked. The red eyes Wilbur blinked, looking towards the king. 

“Dream revived me, and I came back. I had a ghost wandering around I guess. Don’t know what happened to him. I guess Quackity liked the ghost though, he had mentioned him once or twice. Guess he acted a lot like the old me or something.” The brunette leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. “But yeah, Dream had been thrown in prison for reasons I don’t feel like talking about, and Ghostbur ended up in there and I got revived. So here we are.” 

“Revived? I didn’t know something like that could happen.” Sapnap muttered, eyes narrowing at the other. The red-eyed Wilbur twisted his white streak of hair between his fingers before talking once again.  

“Yep, how I earned this baby. When you’re revived you earn a nice streak of white hair that you can never get rid of. You cut it? It grows back white. Try and dye it? Fades out in two days. Tommy tried both and neither worked.” He looked even sadder as he spoke, eyes becoming distant as he spoke. Yet him mentioning Tommy made both Quackity and Wilbur’s heart spike in concern. 

“What do you mean Tommy tried both? Like he helped you try and get rid of it?” Red-eyed Wilbur looked up, a solum expression plastered on his face. 

“He was revived too. He got stuck in prison and Dream took his last life. He got revived eventually, after two days in this universe. In limbo, it was a few months later. He has a streak of white too, he usually dyes it since it grew back out pretty fast.” Quackity and Wilbur were stunned. Tommy, Sweet chaotic Tommy, had gone through losing all his lives? 

“How’d he lose his other two?” Wilbur’s voice was quiet as he spoke, watching the other's face turn guilty. 

“During the L’manburg war. All his lives were taken from him by Dream. In the final control room, and then in a standoff against him.” Red-eyed Wilbur spoke quietly. “I wish he hadn’t been involved, but in the end, he was the one that freed our country and ended the fighting.” The room was silent. “He was never the same afterwards though. Losing your lives like that can do that to a person though.” Quackity slapped a fist down onto the table, eyes looking murderous towards the other Wilbur. Everyone was silent, all looking from the red-eyed Wilbur to Quackity who looked ready to tackle the other to the ground and beat the shit out of him. 

“He was a child, why in any world would you think that it was ok for him to be in a war in the first place?” No one spoke, all waiting for the doppelganger to speak. 

“He insisted, I didn’t think that it was going to get as bad as it did. And when it did it was too late to get him out. Both he and Tubbo were there, and I tried to get them out of the crossfire multiple times.” Quackity looked ready to murder the other Wilbur. 

“Your world is more fucked up than I thought.” The avian's voice quivered as he spoke, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Wilbur pulled the other down, letting the smaller man cry into his chest. He held onto him as if he’d disappear, and Wilbur only ran a hand down his back in the hope to comfort him. The red-eyed Wilbur stood up, eyes staring at the two with an almost longing look, but also a regretful and guilty expression. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” With that he disappeared, leaving the others in silence as Quackity cried. Most were taking in the new information quietly, Wilbur himself looking the way the other him had disappeared to. 

— * —

Wilbur walked into the room that both he and Quackity had been shown to before the fiasco that was the meeting with this universe's versions of them. When he pushed the door open his eyes trained on the figure that layed on the bed. His raggedy wings hugged his form, the man curled in on himself as he faced away from the door. Wilbur felt a ping of guilt run through him, a frown forming on his face.

Only a few lanterns and some candles placed around the room light it up, letting Wilbur know that Quackity hadn’t bothered to light extras to make the room seem less gloomy than it already did by the man that was already sitting in it. He sighed, walking in and shutting the door behind himself afterwards, he turned to look at the avian to see he didn’t move an inch since he entered. “Quacks?” His voice was quiet and gentle, red eyes watching the other. It wasn’t long after he spoke he heard choked-back sniffles. He walked closer to Quackity, noticing how the man shrunk further into himself, before stopping at the edge of the bed. 

He couldn’t see Quackity’s face, but he knew it was probably blotchy with tear tracks covering it, he probably had red-rimmed eyes as more tears gathered and dropped out of his tired blue eyes as well. It made Wilbur feel worse for his actions earlier. He didn’t know why he had done it, probably the jealousy from how he looked at Karl and Sapnap while the two had small interactions in front of them. He never was good at hiding his jealousy and would act out on it often.

“What now, Wilbur Soot? Did you come here to tell me what a horrible fucking person I am some more?” A choked-back sniffle stopped him from speaking, but soon after he continued. “Or how about bringing up Schlatt again, huh? A-About how he used me, abused me, and threw me the fuck out like I was yesterday's trash?” Quackity’s wings grew tighter around their owner, trying to protect him from Wilbur. It hurt the brunette to see the avian this way, it always had and he’s sure that it always will. 

“I’m sorry Quacks, I don’t know what came over me, honestly. The words just… came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying.” Quackity was silent as he spoke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did-”

“This Sapnap and Karl aren’t the ones from home, Wilbur. You should hide your hateful glares better if you want me to believe you didn’t mean any of it. You were trying to hurt me because they were there.” a long pause, neither speaking. “They aren’t the same as them, Wil. You don’t have to act so… so, territorial.” It was a long pause between the two before Wilbur began to laugh at the other’s choice of words, making blue eyes peek out from broken golden feathers. “What’s so funny?” Wilbur stifled his laughs for a moment. 

“Territorial?” Quackity sat up, frown placed on his teary face. “I do not get territorial.” 

“Like hell you don’t, Wilbur Soot. What was that whole thing with Tommy when I asked him to join Las Nevadas then, huh? Or when Schlatt won the elections and you tried to overthrow him? Only to blow up the country you made because someone else ruled it that wasn’t you? Or when-” Wilbur quickly tackled the other and slapped a hand over the other’s mouth, and in return to the other man’s actions, Quackity let out small chuckles as he began to try and swat the hand away. 

“Nope! I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about!” It only made Quackity laugh more, the two tossing and turning in the bed as they yelled their different opinions on what Quackity had said.

“You do though! It happens all the time! What happened not even hours earlier proves my point!” Wilbur gasped, a smile forming on his face as he began to try and coer the other’s mouth once again. 

“It does not! It just shows how jealous I can get!” The situation reminded Wilbur of their time in Pogtopia with the other, how they would try and cheer one another up and help one another in any way they needed. After a white they finally settled down, both facing each other as they stared into the eyes of the other. Wilbur wiped at Quackity’s tear-stained cheek, the prominent scar rough against his thumb pad as he did so. Quackity only sighed, leaning into the contact and inching closer to the other as his eyes slowly began to droop.

Wilbur lifted his hand from the man's cheek and wrapped his arm around the other’s waist, hauling the other tightly against his chest as Quackity lifted his head, letting his other arm lay under it as he began running his fingers through his unruly black hair. Wilbur held the other, maroon eyes staring off into the distance as the other buried his face into his chest, curled up with his wings wrapped around the other securely. 

It was domestic, and something the two rarely caught one another doing anymore. It was peaceful, and something Wilbur felt he desperately needed at the moment with all the chaos that surrounded them today. He felt that the raven needed this just as much as he did at the moment too.

am sorry though, truly.” Quackity looked up, Wilbur meeting those sapphires he used to admire and hold dear to himself so long ago. Quackity stared into Wilbur’s own eyes, a soft smile forming on his face. Even throughout the many years that Wilbur had been without the other he still found Quackity just as attractive as he did back then. The avian ran his thumb over the man's cheekbone, leaning closer to Wilbur’s face. 

“I believe you, it’s not every day that Wilbur sounds so sincere you know.” Quackity’s lips grazed the brunette's own, his eyes becoming lidded and full of almost lust towards the other. The brunette decided to lean forwards, their lips connecting softly. Wilbur brought the avian’s head closer to himself, his hand burying into the black hair as the kiss progressed. It didn’t take long for Quackity to crawl over the other, his own hands burying themselves in the brunette’s hair. They parted from the kiss, both gasping for air and staring at each other. Quackity looked like an angel above Wilbur, his golden wings spread wide open and covering the two in shadows, his cheeks red, his pupils blown wide with barely any of the blue showing. Somehow even his slightly messy black hair looked pretty on the other. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Wilbur groaned out, his hands moving from the small of the avian's back and head and planting them onto the other’s ass. Quackity swooped back down and stole the other’s lips, biting at his bottom lip in the process. Wilbur squeezed the other’s ass, a gasp leaving the other’s lips and giving the brunette an in. He flicked his tongue along the other’s own, earning another quiet moan as his grip on the other’s ass grew firmer once again.

Wilbur pulled back from the kiss, lust-filled red eyes peering into deep blue that held the same look, both panting for needed breath. Wilbur flipped the two, Quackity falling back onto the sheets as they progressed in their actions. Wilbur moved his hands once again, gripping the other’s legs and helping them encircle his waist, before having his arms cage in Quackity’s head. “I don’t think you know how fucking beautiful you are, feathers. How hot you are. Whether you’re mad or just smiling because you’re happy. You light my world up and give me something to fight for. Whether that be through petty rivalry or just the plain fact you exist and I want you. You mean the world to me, feathers. I don’t think I honestly could live in a world where you didn’t exist.” Quackity looked on the verge of tears, blue eyes staring up into Wilbur’s own maroon red. 

“You don’t mean all that.” it was a whisper, something that Quackity almost looked ashamed of admitting at a time like this. But all Wilbur did was lay his hand on the other’s cheek, his thumb once again tracing the cheekbone that layed there. Quackity leaned into the affection, glossy blue eyes closing as lips met lips once again, once again soft with their attack. They fell into a rhythm that the two enjoyed, Quackity’s fingers carding through his hair as Wilbur cupped his cheeks, both drinking the other in as they kissed. When they parted again Wilbur spoke quietly, pressing his forehead against Quackity’s own as the diamonds looked into his own rubies. 

“I mean every word and more.” A pause, the blue eyes searching for any lies in the other’s fond gaze, only to find none there. 

“Then show me.” And Show him he did, from the way his hands wandered the other’s body to the way his lips met the other’s neck. A quiet moan left the smaller’s lips when Wilbur began to suck marks onto his skin, his hands leaving the man’s hair to grab ahold of the trench coat and force it off the revived man’s form. It was thrown to an unknown place onto the floor, but neither cared. It didn’t take too long for Quackity to start pulling the yellow sweater off of the other’s form, groaning when one of Wilbur’s hands grabbed ahold of his ass once again. “Off.” Wilbur chuckled, head lifting from its place at the avian’s neck as the man forced the sweater off of him.

He watched the flustered man throw it onto the ground, blue eyes meeting red once again. The brunette took the other in, hair wild and splayed out on the sheets, the collar of his shirt shoved to the side to reveal redden bruises that would soon turn purple, how his wings twitched and were splayed out on the bed as if welcoming the other in. “Stop staring at me asshole.” The words were breathy, the blue-lidded eyes daring the man above to object, and Wilbur decided to give the avian what he wanted instead of being an asshole like he usually would do in these situations. 

He laced his fingers into the man’s hair, yanking his head to the side to reveal more of his neck, a surprised gasp leaving the avian's lips by the action. He continued his attack on the smaller’s neck, reveling in the noises the man below him made. He grabbed ahold of the button-up Quackity was wearing, yanking on it as he kissed along the other’s jaw, red eyes catching glimpses of the foggy blue. “Can I take this off? Is that ok?” A desperate nod came from the other below. Wilbur smirked, moving his hands from what they were doing, and towards the white shirt that kept him from advancing his attacks on the other’s sensitive body. Already he could feel his body begging for his touch, how it arched into his palms was evidence enough for the brunette. Even after being apart from one another for so long, it didn’t take their bodies long to fall back into the old rhythm they had back in Pogtopia. Wilbur had started unbuttoning the man’s shirt, listening to the beautiful sounds the other made as he moved onto his now visible chest, when a squeak of a door forced their heads to whip over to the entrance. 

Wilbur’s murderous eyes met this universes Wilbur’s own brown, which were blown wide at the scene he was watching before him. Quackity had folded his wings around them (probably to stop the man from seeing their half-naked bodies any more than he probably had), and hid his face into Wilbur’s neck, obviously embarrassed at the current situation. Wilbur only hugged the avian close, eyes threatening to kill the other even more than before. “There's this thing called fucking knocking you know.” Wilbur hissed out, snarling at the man who seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he had running through his head. 

“Ah, yes- right! Sorry, so sorry. I didn’t realize that you’d be doing something like that seeing as you- uh- were having some sort of fight earlier! I was just coming by to see if everything was alright! A-And apparently things are better than alright, so I’ll be on my way now! Carry on- or uh…. Yeah bye- GOODNIGHT!.” With that awkward rant the other produced the door was slammed shut. The two that were in the room still said nothing for a long time before parting from one another. Quackity buttoned his shirt back up, blue eyes looking distant as Wilbur got off of the other and fished his yellow sweater off of the ground that layed next to the bed. 

“Maybe it’s for the best it was interrupted.” Quackity quietly said, frowning as he spoke. Wilbur only hummed in agreement, his fingers grazing the avian's golden wings before smiling. 

“How about getting these pretty things preened huh? They look like it’s been months since they were last properly taken care of.” Quackity looked towards the other, then towards his wings. 

“It has been months.” Wilbur didn’t say anything about the avian's words, deciding to just plop himself behind the other and run his fingers through the man's left wing, he also decided to not mention the number of loose feathers that fell onto the bed below them. It was quiet as Wilbur preened the other’s wings, Quackity eventually laying his head back against Wilbur’s chest to be more comfortable. 

“I did mean it, just so you know.” Quackity looked up towards the other. 

“Mean what?” Wilbur chuckled. 

“Everything I said, I meant it.” Quackity smiled, eyes looking lost and fogged over before he leaned up and kissed the man's chin. 

“You’re still banned from my country, just so you know. One confession of love isn’t gonna get you a ticket in, Soot.” Wilbur softly smiled, maroon eyes staring into Quackity’s blues. 

“I know that.” 

“I hope that you also know none of that means we’re anything more than rivals with benefits either still.” Now Wilbur was laughing, making the other narrow his eyes at the brunette. 

“Rivals with benefits? Is that what we’re calling this?” Quackity slapped the man's shoulder, his own big smile forming on his face. 

“Shut up! It’s what it is, is it not?” Wilbur chuckled, the two going back to the silence they had before. It was peaceful, the two quiet as they took in one of the few domestic experiences they feel they’ll have together for a while. 

— * —

Wilbur opened his room door with his eyes still blown wide, face pale, and cheeks red, as he saw his husband already laying in bed with a book in his hand. The avian looked up, concerned after seeing the man’s expression, and puts the book down.

“Is everything ok?” Wilbur numbly nods, walking into the room and closing the door behind himself as he goes towards the bathroom, probably to find some bleach and bleach his eyes from the scene he had seen only minutes earlier. It concerned the man more by how robotic the brunette's movements were, a frown forming on his face. “Wil?” 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”