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The general gangster meeting, or what people call The Summit, had always been messy. It'll be a miracle if no one pointed their gun at each other, a brawl, injuries, or death. Courtesy to all the people with rash tongues and high ego, the Summit is never boring. A small insult will revolve into a bigger drama and then before you know it, someone has already broken their leg or dropped dead on the floor. It's supposed to be the time all of them should be civil for at least once a year, the Summit is about making alliances after all, but they're gangsters, mafias, killers or whatever shit people call them with. Tonight, though, the Summit has a new drama.

"If you're gonna be like this, just leave. Now." Sapnap growled with his face, eyes full of fury and hatred that was supposed to hold love. The person he was growling at, his ex-fiancé, Quackity, glared with the same amount of fury.

"I'm the host of this year's Summit, asshole. You leave if you don't want our lives being displayed to your competitors!" Quackity yelled across the table.

"This is the problem with you, Quackity. You never listen!" Karl's voice joined them. The tears on his eyes are threatening to fall. Quackity doesn't give a fuck if he cries.

"Listen? Listen?! Why would I listen if you never tried to say anything! Especially in making a new mafia without me!" The raven yelled, grabbing the end of the table and using his fight to flip it to the side. The neon lights of the place creates an illusion of red in Quackity's eyes. "I'm not gonna make an alliance with Kinoko. Las Nevadas was doing 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 great without you and your help so you can all fuck off because I have no intention to fix whatever we had."

Sapnap and Karl flinched at his words, already seeing defeat in fixing their relationship with their former lover. Karl was openly crying, looking at Quackity with the mix of sadness and anger. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. They tried fixing whatever they have left but the raven was clear he doesn't want to do anything from them anymore.

"Why would we even want an alliance with a murderer like you."

The words were whispered under hush breath. It should've been drowned by the loud mummers of the crowd and the music from the stage but Quackity has keen ears. The moment he heard those words escape Karl's mouth, his hand was already flying for his gun. Sapnap was quick to notice Quackity's hand and reached for his as well. In a blink of an eye, guns are pointed at each other. Men from Kinoko had their guns raised, pointed at Quackity and ready to defend their leader at any second. Las Nevadas was the same, numerous guns pointed at the leaders of Kinoko with their finger hovering at the trigger.

"You know I never intended to kill you, Karl." Quackity said in a hushed tone, threateningly quiet. Karl didn't back away even though Sapnap had a firm grip on his shoulder. He glared at him, "The bullet in my stomach proved otherwise, Q."

It hurt. It hurt hearing those words from him. It was supposed to be a plan, Karl had approved it was the only way for them to live at that time. Unfortunately, it caused the brunette to have a cracked memory. Completely forgetting that exchange and only remembering Quackity landing a bullet into his body. All the sleepless nights he wasted in the hospital with Karl and Sapnap was thrown to the window, when Karl told him to leave. He did, figuring they'll need time and Karl would eventually remember. But he never did. Before he knew it, His fiance's had already made a mafia of their own, without him. The worst part of it all was Sapnap was there when they made the plan, yet he didn't even say anything to defend him. That's why Las Nevadas was born. Made out of spite and pride.

"I wish you just fucking died back then. I wish I just shooted you in the head."

"Quackity!" Sapnap shouted in disbelief. "How could you say that?!"

Countless gasps and mummers erupted in the room. Some of them whispering how cruel the Las Nevadas leader could be. The others fearing the exchange of two powerful groups. Quackity doesn't look sorry at all. His cold eyes stare at the two across from him. Rage gurgling in the pit of his stomach seeing Sapnap getting offended in Karl's behalf when all he do was gasp and stood awkwardly when Karl called him a murderer for the first time. It makes sense, he thought. Karl and Sapnap were together first before they met him. It'll make sense if he doesn't have the same value.

"Boys." A Steen yet calm voice joined their quarrel. George walks to the middle, dodging the fallen table on his way. He's holding a wine glass on his left hand, elegantly swirling it. His round, iconic sunglasses are resting on his styled hair. He's wearing a pristine white poet shirt, royal blue corset on his waist with beautiful gold details, a lair of navy blue pants and a long black coat resting on his shoulders. He walks with elegance and confidence no one had ever seen on him. When he was still working at the DSMP, all he did was hide in the back and do as he was told. Pulling the trigger as commanded or be an entertainment if needed. He was a pawn, just like Quackity. But when he snapped, the brunette left the gang and made a name for himself.

404.

Named after an error when you cannot find the file you needed. Just like him. He's gone before you even start looking. No one knows where you can find him or contact him. He'll only approach you when he sees you're worthy of his help. High and mighty this may all sound, but his solo organization had made him one of the most dangerous criminals among them, name just hovering next to Las Nevadas. It's all because aside from he does the job that you assign him to with no problem– whether it's assissination, stealing, drug supplies, intel and many more– he's made alliances with the strongest mafia's around the country, Syndicate ( No one knows how he managed to get in their good graces and be literally friends with them but it happened) and Las Nevadas being a given guard oh his back.

It was George who informed him Karl and Sapnap formed a gang without him too. George also helped him build Las Nevadas and brought it to where it is now, so he's forever thankful for George. That is why when the brunette positioned himself in the middle of them all, he immediately told his group to drop their guns. Sapnap and his men do the same, albeit more hesitantly. George betrayed Dream by selling him out to the Syndicate. Some say for revenge, some say for personal gain. But George and Sapnap were once friends, they still are, that's why the black haired man still has a little respect for the other.

"Boys, boys." He repeated in a sing-song voice. Most of the people right now don't know who this man is but all of them felt the tension lifting just a little bit in his presence. "There's no need to be hasty. No need for us to shoot each other, alright? Please, go to your respective areas."

Quackity scowled but left nonetheless, George just behind him. "Take a seat. I'll convince them to leave."

"They better." As he turned to leave, the maroon coat on his shoulders fluttering behind him, a shout echoed from the back. He's done, but it seems like his ex's finances aren't.

"You're just gonna leave? Quackity we aren't done yet!"

"Yes you are, Sapnap. Just leave him alone." Quackity could hear George say to Sapnap.

"Get off me George! He can't just leave after saying that! Come Back here Quackity!" He ignored me. Trying so hard not to combust here and there. It's quite ironic that it's Sapnap who lost his chill instead of him who's supposed to be a wrath induced person.

"Karl! Help me calm your fiance down!" George demanded, looking at the purple clad brunette behind Sapnap. Karl does not move one bit. He ignores it again and just tries to focus on whatever Slime is saying beside him. When the Kinoko leader saw he's being ignored, he made the decision to insult Quackity.

"This is your problem! This is the reason no one's gonna fucking stay with you because you're so full of yourself! No wonder Schlatt just threw you away." He snapped at the last sentence.

In a blink, his revolver is already in his hand, ready to shoot the Kinoko leader this time and 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵. He turned and angled the gun to their direction, not looking clearly because all he could see at that moment was red. The bullet, however, did hit anyone. Instead it hit the ceiling when a hand moved his arm at top speed. When he takes a look at the person who stopped him, he's met with red. Technoblade stood in front of him, holding his wrist and angling it upwards. When he looked at the people in front of them, numerous faces had joined.

The Syndicate had surrounded them, joining the drama.

"Now now," a familiar voice joined in. Laced with soft vanilla and a fake smile. Philza said, "I know this is frustrating, but we can't get 404 hurt so please stand down gentlemen."

It was then he realized George had positioned himself in front of Sapnap. Hos stomach churn. Before it dissolve into betrayal, a loud smack echoed in the whole room. George had slapped Sapnap.

"I can't fucking believe you." Disbelief and anger laced George's mismatched eyes, glaring daggers at his friend. "I know you're mad but bringing that man's name into this conversation 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵, Sapnap."

After that statement from George, it was a blur.

That name triggered something in his mind that made everything pass by around him. He felt seating on his chair, the custom one that his friends made fun of him because it looks like a throne. He felt when Foolish gave him water and Tubbo fanning him. All of those people knows what happened between him and that beard man he refuse to say the name of. So they all understand, even the leader of the Syndicate is helping him by whispering everything's gonna be fine and that man is dead now. Curse Philza and his father instinct but he's thankful he made friends with this group of people. He could still hear shouting from the other end of the room. He could make some figures through blurry sight that it was George arguing with Karl this time. A pink haired man stand behind his friend beside a blonde kid.

Clarity hits him when he sees the ring on his ex fiance's ring finger, glistening when the light hits Karl's hands. When he saw a familiar blue ring on Sapnap's hands, he held his breath. He remembers that ring. Of course he will. It was his. Before he left after Karl called him a murderer, he left his ring with Sapnap, promising he would be back. He remembers that ring being Karl's first, meaning it's slightly bigger than his finger so he just wore it as a necklace. It was the ring that symbolized their love, their promise. Sapnap met his eyes across the room. He must be hallucinating because he saw a glimpse of the past when Sapnap and Karl knelt before him, ring in hand asking him to marry them. That vision washed away from his very eyes when Sapnap threw the ring on the floor, stomping on it despite George holding him down.

As the ring crushed under Sapnap's boots, he felt his heart do the same. He knew he didn't have any right to be sad at that moment after all the things he said but he couldn't help feeling his chest ache. That little symbol of their once love now shattered into pieces. He can't help but hold back a sob.

"The night's still young yet almost everyone is already leaving." A voice beside him suddenly spoke up. He could recognize that voice anywhere. He grumbles in a tired voice. "What do you want, Soot?"

Wilbur smile down at him, a polite one. The curly brunette stepped closer to him, fishing out a cigarette from his pocket before lighting it up, inhaling a lungful of smoke before blowing it into the air. Quackity just watched, distracting himself from the emotion bubbling in his stomach, stirring his guts. It also helped because Wilbur had positioned himself in the view of his ex-fiancé. He watched Wilbur's suit, the gold chain dangling on his waist, the red rose on his chest, the red tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The brunette sure did immersed himself in the theme of Las Nevadas, judging by the color coding.

For the past month, Wilbur had been staying in Las Nevadas –aka Quackity's side– bothering him at any given chances than helping. He's supposed to be there as help from the Syndicate for their transaction. He had a complicated relationship with the man, finding himself hating and liking the company or the hand resting his back. The brunette would hover around his desk sometimes, then groan in boredom but never leaves. Sometimes, he would mess around the casino, winning and losing on purpose. Wilbur successfully charmed his employees too, talking with Charlie like they're best friends. Chatting with Foolish and giving honest criticism about his floor plans that the others always seem enthusiastic about. He would hang around Fundy too, teaching him some tricks about poker. (To his horror and amusement, Fundy actually seemed to be taking Wilbur's teaching and becoming a terrifying player at poker. People flee when he starts to approach them.)

Most of it all though, Wilbur would be at his tail, talking his ear off. He had always been in touch with Wilbur, with a kind of relationship too confusing for the many. Sometimes they're at each other's throats, sometimes they'll have each other's back. Wilbur would be the person cheering him on and picking his brain at the same time. They've always been… close –Quackity would go far to say that– even before Las Nevadas was made. That's why it's easy for them to slip around each other, for the brunette to place his hand on the raven's waist and his head will still remain on his shoulders. It's easy for them to produce sweet words without consequences. Easy for them to show weakness around each other and not expect judgment but comfort.

So when Wilbur reached out to wipe the tear that fell without his permission, he leaned into the touch as if it's the most natural thing to do.

"I have stated this already. You're beautiful, Q. But I'd rather see you pretty with a smile than with tears." Wilbur said, continuing on caressing his cheek.

"It's not like I can help it." He mumbled, wincing at the croak that came with his voice. He felt the curly brunette squat in front of him, the familiar smirk was nowhere to be found and a gentle smile was painted on his lips. Quackity is so used to having that look directed at his direction he can't help but smile back.

"There we go. Now you're prettier." He scoffed playfully. The brunette moved his hand to tuck a strand behind his ear. He rested his hand on his knuckles, closing his eyes and snuggling for confrontation. There was a minute of silence before Wilbur spoke again.

"You know they're not worth your tears, right darling?"

"Wil–"

"Shh, I know you've been close to them, and you loved them but they don't deserve you, Q."

His eyes twitched. He waits for that glint to appear on Wilbur's eyes every time he's trying to get in Quackity's nerves. He waited for him to smirk, indicating he's messing with him. But it never happened. Instead, there was fire in his eyes, rabid and aflame of determination. He could tell Wilbur is being serious by what he said and funny enough, he can't find himself to disagree.

"Then what do I deserve, Wilbur?" he inquired, and the man across from him visibly softened.

"Someone better." He replied, before following it with, "And I know I can be a better boyfriend than them."

If he said his heart didn't skip a beat when he heard those words from him, he would be lying. He felt his heart flutter and his eyes widen at the bold statement thrown into his lap. Wilbur seemed to be serious on what he said, smiling widely before getting on his feet.

"The night's still young. Do you want a show, dear?" Wilbur said. He didn't wait for an answer and just started stepping away from him to waltz into the stage. Quackity traces his every move. Every step the curly brunette takes, his eyes would follow. He stares as Wilbur took his coat off elegantly hanging it in one of the chairs, followed by his crimson glasses and laid it neatly beside the coat. He plucked out the cigarette off his lips and crushed it in an ashtray at a table before stepping onto the stage and immediately going for the microphone stand. He gestured something at the musicians and albeit confused, they decided to comply with whatever he said and positioned their instruments. The guitarist handed him a red guitar that he usually burrows from time to time. For some reason, Tubbo reads his move like a code. The kid let out a loud gasp like he just heard his favorite band is coming to town before making a thumbs up and scurrying to the backstage excitedly, dragging an unsuspecting Ranboo who was holding a tray of drinks.

Obviously, from the looks of it, Wilbur is planning to sing him a song. He relaxes on his seat, resting his head on the headrest. Wilbur singing for him is not really a rare occurrence. The curly brunette would often sing for him whenever he's stressed, usually at night after dealing with tons of paperwork or when they're just chilling in Quackity's balcony in the early mornings, waiting for the sun to go up while drinking a hot cup of coffee. When Wilbur caught him staring from across the room, he gave him an enthusiastic wave. He just smiled and waved weakly in return.

Then, voices started overpowering his ears. He realized without Wilbur, his distraction, his head lingered to the image of his engagement ring being shattered under Sapnap's boot. He can't help but to turn his gaze to the right, seeing his ex-fiancés still arguing with George who now has Philza on his side. All of them are sitting now, but the argument can still be heard from across the room. Before even realizing it, his hand gripped his arm chair a little bit tighter, his chin falling to rest on his palm, jaw tensed.

"𝘋𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺." Wilbur's voice over the mic rang throughout the whole room. His head immediately snapped to the stage after hearing the familiar nickname, the brunette met him with a familiar gentle smile. Not just him though. All of the people inside the room turned their head into the person on stage. Wilbur paid them no mind, eyes only focused on him. "𝘍𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?"

He doesn't know why, but he finds himself nodding. The brunette seemed to see it as he grinned widely and started strumming on his guitar. He signaled into someone from behind the stage and the lights started to dim. From the bold colors of red, it all faded to an alluring shade of purple. The light is being focused on the center stage, cascading Wilbur's figure with a mysterious aura.

When the music starts, he can feel the hair on his skin stand in anticipation. The song started smooth and slow, the brunette slightly humming into the mic, mouth pressed into it with his eyes closed. Everyone in that room held their breath when Wilbur started in the first lyrics.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯'"

The brunette opened his eyes, just slightly. From where he's sitting and the sound of Wilbur's voice, the brunette was smiling slyly as he sang the next line.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶..."

Quackity's breath hitched. He swears he could feel Sapnap frown deeply at the stage.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰? 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵?"

The world seemed to slow down as Wilbur grinned happily behind the mic with his eyes forming into crescent as his lips tilted upwards. If the first lyrics made Quackity's breath hitch, the next stole his breath
away.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥
'𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘵"

From afar, Sapnap finds the whole show ridiculous and outright audacious. How dare that man confess his desires to Quackity right in front of him. How dare he smile so carefree like that while singing just right after Sapnap broke off his engagement. How 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 Quackity look at man like he hung the moon and stars in the sky?!

"My my," George said, voice rather calm even though he was screaming at the two minutes ago. "Looks like Wilbur finally man up, huh."

"What do you mean?" Sapnap asked, voice dangerously quite. George smiles behind his glass of wine. "Take a guess, Sap. I know you're dumb for taking Q for granted, but you can't be that naive, right?"

Sapnap once loved George as his brother. Would willing to die for this man's safety. But seeing him right now, hearing the words flow out of his mouth mirth with taunt, speaking the words he did not want to hear. If it wasn't for the pink haired man and the two blondes sitting just behind George, glaring daggers into his direction, he would love to put a bullet between his brows. He focused his mind away from the murder to the hateful person on the stage, the song fading from the second verse to the bridge.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵"

Again, Quackity feels himself shuddering at the choice of words. Wilbur looks at him from afar like he wanted to embrace Quackity, to mark him as his. As he sings, the raven could see the hunger and anger in his voice. The way his fingers would leave his guitar to grip the mic and press his lips to the metal like it was his skin. The way he would whisper to the mic as if he's saying his name. The way he sings the lyrics and making it known to Quackity that the song was meant for him. Quackity could feel that sensation he always felt everytime Wilbur would sing him love songs at night. When Wilbur hugs him from behind and rests his head on Quackity's shoulder, whispering unwarranted sweet nothings. At those times, he would slap the face resting on his shoulder or find the courage to say it back. Sometimes he would just lean on the touch, encouraging the other to continue with a sheepish smile on his lips. In those times, he could ignore the fluttering of his stomach. He could ignore those feelings before. Dismiss it as stress just playing tricks with his brain. However in this very moment, with Wilbur staring at him with love sick eyes and words that keep making his heart skip a beat, he can't bury it in the back of his mind anymore.

With the newly discovered feelings, definitely long overdue, he finds himself not fearing the butterfly in his stomach. Despite his past, he felt himself smile. His shock left his body and was replaced by love and ease. For some reason, he isn't scared of falling for the man on the stage. Wilbur, now looking back to it, had always made sure he felt love and cared for. He made sure he knew his worth and pushed him to be wiser and better every day. Wilbur was there when he broke off his relationship with Schlatt, when he left Karl and Sapnap for a while, when he was bleeding, when he was building Las Nevadas, when he was a sobbing mess on his bathroom floor. Wilbur was there all the time. That's probably why he isn't that surprised nor scared after realizing he actually loves the man. Instead, he felt at home.

As the song drew to its end, the lights dimmed and Quackity flinched a little when a light shined into his seat. Foolish who was beside him at that time dragged his seat far from him, feeling the drama about to unfold right in front of him. Wilbur started singing the last parts of the song in a hushed voice as he stepped down the stage slowly making his way into his chair in a dramatically slow pace, while holding the mic in his hand, others clutching his guitar. Quackity can't help but to crack a wide smile.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦"

When Wilbur reached him, he could see him smiling widely. Sweat falling from from his forehead from moving so much. His fault for treating this whole display as a concert. He sung the chorus, placing his knee just beside Quackity's thigh, leaning into his personal space which Quackity welcomed with open arms.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥
'𝘛𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵

Large hand finds its place into the space of his cheeks again, caressing him lightly like a precious jewel worth the world. By how he looks at him, Quackity sure felt like it. Each line Wilbur dared to roam his thumb around. To his cheekbones, to the space under his eye, to the freckles on his face, to his jaw and lastly, his thumb rested on his lips. He leaned in, bringing their forehead together.

𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘵"

When the last word escaped his lips, Quackity didn't waste any more seconds before pulling the curly brunette downward and crashed their lips together. It wasn't sweet like what those romance books say but it was intense. The moment their lips met he could feel Wilbur already licking the bottom of his lips –which he granted in a heartbeat– with his hand slithering to hold his nape, running his fingers through his brown locks, deepening the kiss. He could taste the mint from the cigarette that he just took and the bitter taste of the wine from his tongue. The instrumental continued to play as their tongues danced in rhythm. Wilbur was smiling the whole time through the kiss. They parted shortly– a whine involuntarily escaping his throat which made Wilbur chuckle– so the brunette can sling off the guitar and shortly, their already back at each other's lips. This time, Quackity slung his arms on Wilbur's neck and the other held his waist and cheek, right knee going up to rest beside Quackity's thigh. He leaned back into the chair making Wilbur cage him in, smile widening as he chased his lips in desperation. The kiss doesn't taste sweet but it felt so right and so good all the problems he had and will have had gone away, vanishing into nothing but thin air.

From afar, where the others were sitting, Sapnap saw red. He gritted his teeth and reached for the gun tucked to his side. However before he could even make a move, he heard Karl gasp beside him. His fiancé stares at him with fear while a gun is pointed at his temple. Philza has his gun out with its mouth grazing Karl's skin just so lightly. The Syndicate leader smiled his closed customer friendly smile as he spoke to Sapnap.

"I advise you not to do anything harsh, Mr Sapnap."

A sound of chuckle joined in, making Sapnap snap his head to the source. George is there, laughing at his misery. "What makes you so mad, Sap? Didn't you just break off the engagement ten minutes ago? Why does it look like Q cheated on you?"

"This is contemptuous! We broke up just a minute ago and i–"

"Sapnap." George says, smiling leaving his mouth, changing into something emotionless that Sapnap can't comprehend whether he's angry or taunting him. "What do you think will happen if you break your engagement? That Quackity will be crawling back to you in sheer desperation? That he'll try to win you back? Please."

The brunette paused for a second to stand and match Sapnap's height, looking at him directly into his soul with wide eyes. "Quackity is loved, unlike what you think. The moment you finally let him go, someone else is gonna catch him immediately. If you think he's gonna come back to you after what you and Karl did, you're wrong. Stop acting like you're the only one who can love him because I'm telling you, we all do. You're not the only one he have."

He can't speak. He can't counter whatever George says because he's the one who caused this. He already let Quackity go, so why is he so mad? Is it because I broke off the engagement out of spite? Is it because he thinks Quackity still loves them? Like he does? The look that Quackity gave him when he shattered the ring, was it an illusion?

"Sapnap." a quivering voice of Karl shook him out of his thoughts. Turning to his fiancé, his heart aches seeing Karl's tear stained face. "Let's just go home."

His grip on the gun tightens but still unable to pull the trigger. His teeth grits as his glare intensifies into the figures making out from afar. Still, Karl is more important than anything right now.

"Put the gun down Sap." Says George. "You know I can shoot faster than you pulling the trigger. Not to mention Phil's still there."

It didn't take a while for Sapnap to lower his gun, a look of defeat washed over his face as he tucked it under his suit. He turned to look around his unwanted companions. The gun pointed on Karl is not there anymore but the tears are still there. Phil is still holding his customer service smile while Technoblade and Tommy are still openly glaring at him, watching his every move with judgment. He didn't dare look at George's smirk before he called him men.

"Let's leave." Is what he said before assisting his fiancé to stand to leave the place, his men following him just at the back.

"Good fucking riddance." Tommy huffs before sitting down on Sapnap's chair, sipping on the orange juice in his palm, wincing as his eyes wander towards the pair still latching into each other and passionately making out from afar. The blonde's face contorted into something in disgust and he immediately turned away.

"Ewwww. When are they gonna stop making out?"

"Hundred bucks they're still not gonna be together after this." Tommy's mouth went agape at George's smug statement.

"No fucking way. There's no fucking way they're still won't date after this."

"My money's with George." Quipped Phil with a little laugh. Tommy turned to his father, flabbergasted.

The music is still going even though the whole place is almost completely empty. The instrumental of the song still plays smoothly, creating a soft and romantic vibe dancing around the room. The two figures tangled with each other on a red seat, smiles on their faces remained bright. Their passionate kiss had dissolved into lazy, sweet kisses and laughter among themselves, gazing at each other as if they're the only people existing in the world. Seeing the love sick scene unfolding in front of his very eyes, Tommy refused to believe those flirting and kisses would not bloom into something more.

"There is no fucking way."

"You'll see, Tommy." George says, reaching for his pocket and popping out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Phil frowned in confusion.

"You smoke, George?"

"Just a habit. It's hard dealing with them– why the fuck won't this work?" The brunette grumbled while trying and failing to make the piece of metal work. Suddenly, a gold lighter appeared from his side and lit his cigarette instead. Brows are raised as their look is turned to the pink haired man beside George who's lighting his cig.

"Techno why do you have a lighter when you don't even smoke?"

"For arson."

"Fair enough."

''Guys!" Tubbo's loud voice echoed in their direction. The boy ran into them with sweat dripping from his forehead and a wide smile on his face as he waved to them. Ranboo and Sam are just right behind him, jogging a little. When he got close enough, he aggressively pointed into the pair in the distance and yelled very loudly. "I made that happen!"

"He did the lights and the dramatic effects." Ranboo adds from behind.

"Which is magnificent."

"Yes it is but please don't tie me to a chair next time, Tubbo." Sam sighed heavily from behind them both. Tubbo ignored them all completely and puffed his chest out in pride. "I'm definitely gonna be the best man at their wedding."

"No way you bitch, Wilbur is my brother so if there's gonna be a best man, it's 𝘮𝘦."

"And Big Q is my father figure so it's definitely 𝘮𝘦."

"Whoever it will be." Phil said, effectively shutting the two kids in front of him. "We still need to go home for now. The Summit is done so let's all go."

There was a unanimous groan from everyone, a sigh of relief Sam, but followed Phil to approach the pair nonetheless. None of them were kissing now but their position had switched. Wilbur was the one sitting on the chair with Quackity sitting sideways on his lap with his legs dangling on the arm chair, laughing about whatever dumb thing he said. The brunette's hand never left Quackity's face, caressing and pinching his cheeks with the other on his waist. Their lips would gaze at each other ever so lightly but none of them even tries to completely close the distance, knowing there's gonna be a next time. Their conversation was interrupted when Philza finally cleared his throat. The Syndicate leader smiled gently at the two.

"It's time to end The Summit, Quackity. Albeit stressful, we enjoyed our stay in Las Nevadas."

"I'm–… uhh honored, Phil." Quackity stutters. He doesn't really know how to greet Philza properly while he's in his son's lap, with the said son who doesn't have an ounce of shame in his body.

"Glad you like it, Dad. By the way, can I stay here for a few more weeks?" Wilbur inquired as if it's the most natural thing to be holding Quackity while talking to his father.

"Figured you would do so, of course. Be sure to still do your job while you woo Quackity over here." Quackity chokes.

"Definitely, dad."

"Uhh, excuse me." Tommy quips into their conversation with crossed arms. "As much as I'm happy for your simp ass finally scoring on Big Q, i am fucking hungry snd that fancy orange juice did not fill shit in my stomach and the food here is completely wiped out –shame to the people who just came here for food– so please can we get food?"

Everyone laughs as Tommy continues to complain about food. So Quackity took pity on the kid and said, "Alright. Let's get food, my treat."

"Can we get KFC?" Asks Tubbo.

"Sure kid."

Cheers erupted from the group including the adults (especially the Foolish) as he agreed. Although he doesn't want to let go of Wilbur just yet, he still has some guests to attend to. He gingerly leaves his (comfortable) awkward spot on Wilbur's lap, followed by the latter who was grumbling about lack of skin contact now. A laugh escaped out of his mouth when he saw him openly pouting, snaking his arms into his waist again. Tommy saw the scene so he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you guys a thing now?"

Then Wilbur responded with a rather appalled face, "𝘎𝘰𝘥 no."

Quackity abruptly stopped everything he was doing, including breathing as he swiftly turned to Wilbur. "We aren't?" He asked shaking with wide eyes. Wilbur panicked a little bit as he hurriedly added.

"No, as in not yet. I don't want to be together with you just after I confess through a shitty reverb song. You deserve much more than that so I want to properly court you. And I still have a dozen plans to woo you. I don't want it to go to waste. But if you want I can just throw it all in the window if you say the word."

His ramblings made Quackity laugh so loudly that he couldn't help but pull the taller one towards his face and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Woo me with your guitar or something."

Wilbur laughs as well, wrapping his arms around Quackity, swaying them a little bit. Meanwhile, Tommy is cursed loudly.

"FUCK! Seriously?! What the hell is up with this romantic asshole?!"

"Told you."