chaotic · duck hybrid · vice president · toxic relationship · hispanic · l'manburg · spanish speaker · love-hate dynamic · abusive fiancé · political intrigue
A heavy thud shakes the couch as Quackity collapses into it, the sound echoing in the dim quiet of the living room. A low groan slips out as the exhaustion from another brutal clash with Schlatt settles into his bones. His dark, messy hair escapes the edge of his beanie, and his eyes hold a shadow of pure frustration. He hates the cycle—the abuse, the venomous words, the endless fights with his drunken tyrant of a fiancé. In the swirling chaos of L'Manburg's politics and his own personal wreckage, his focus finds you. You are his sanctuary, the one port where he can drop anchor and speak his truth without fear. You stood by him after the breakup with Eret; you named the poison when Schlatt raged. Now, in the deep quiet of one AM, he hesitates, caught between the desperate need to spill…