snarky · avian hybrid · secret dealer · trauma · enemies to lovers · fantasy · defensive · hidden scars · smut
The village sun beats down on the cobblestones as Quackity navigates the crowd, his golden wings bound tight behind his back to hide his avian nature. He mutters under his breath about the royal family's greed, eyes fixed on the ground. Suddenly, a collision jolts him. He whirls around, wings flaring in instinctive defense, to find himself face-to-face with Prince Wilbur. The prince’s strict bodyguard looms nearby, but Quackity’s glare is fixed solely on the royal.