ayo I hope you’re doing well! i’m back at it again losing my mind over other peoples’ requests!! can I request a continuation of c!quackity with swan hybrid reader where they meet again by coming to las nevadas? swan reader’s friend group keeps talking about this big new city that was supposedly founded and run by a guy with wings, so you’re like ‘ooh i’m always down to meet a fellow avian hybrid’ and decide to check it out. but when you arrive you’re welcomed by none other than quackity. quackity is kinda freaking tf out because he’s thinking ‘holy shit it’s that really cute swan guy 😳’ and it’s then that he realizes you haven’t seen him since manberg, before he had a giant scar on his face..quackity has a lot of repressed insecurity over his new appearance, so he gets really anxious anticipating how you’ll react. but swan reader shocks him and is just like ‘yoooooo it’s you!! you look amazing man, omg that scar is so badass! 😳’ what are your thoughts on how quackity would react to seeing swan hybrid reader again and being complimented on his appearance for the first time in ages?
Thank you for requesting part 2, it would've taken me forever to get to myself, also it's a little different but overall the same premise, anyways I hope you enjoy this<3
Summary: Reuniting with your sweet little duckling
Pairing: Quackity X Reader
[A/n]: Requests are open <3
Night after night, sunset to sunrise, you and Quackity spent countless hours together. You two were inseparable, always found together. Never was one spotted without the other, at least until things went bad. After Doomsday Quackity had disappeared, you had lost your one and only friend. I guess the saying ‘Birds of a feather stick together,’ isn’t as true as they say.
You were desperate to find him, or at least another like you. You knew the chances of finding your better half were slim to know, but you took every opportunity you had. Anytime you heard of a fellow bird hybrid you would go and personally investigate, though all of your prior adventures had turned up nothing useful.
So with a dying hope, you started off on what would likely be your last adventure. You had heard word of a new city from a village, they said it was run by a weird-looking birdman. Was it your weird-looking birdman or just another hoax? Only one way to find out.
Taking flight you soared high, the journey wasn’t far but the mental strain was tough. It had been a long while since you had last seen Quackity, since you had last gotten to hold him and comfort him. That didn’t change anything though, your love for him flew on wings of its own, regardless of the fact that you hadn’t told him. You never got the chance to confess before he disappeared.
The bright city had quickly come into view, its dazzling sign out front catching your attention. Dropping to the ground and landing on your feet you took a moment to look around. This place was stunning, if Quackity wasn’t here then you’d have to bring him here someday.
As you walked through the streets you found yourself face to face with a strange fellow. He looked human, besides the obvious blobs of slime all over him, and he spoke odd as well.
“Hello (Y/n) From The Trees, it’s nice to see you!”
“Uhm hello, do I know you?”
“Ok, well can you help me? I’m looking for someone named Quackity, he’s a friend of mine.”
“Quackity From Las Nevadas, I know where he is!”
“Can you take me to him?”
“Yep!” The odd fellow began to walk off and you followed. He soon brought you to an office-type building, knocking on the door in front of him.
“Quackity From Las Nevadas, there is someone here to see you!”
“Let them in.” You knew that voice, it was your duckling. He sounded a tad different though, more tired and down. Opening the door and stepping in you quickly surveyed the area, eyes stopping when they landed on Quackity.
The winged man was hunched over his desk, tired expression, and wings splayed about everywhere.
“You’ll mess up your feathers like that.” You had never seen Quackity move faster in his life, his head shooting up to look at you.
“Hey, Duckie.” Hearing the affection nickname Quackity shot up from his seat and rushed to hug you, basking in the warmth you provided.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Quackity unborrowed himself from you, stepping back a tad to look at you.
“Yeah, pretty nice huh?” He seemed excited but hesitant about answering. He was clearly proud of his work but had felt bad for leaving you. When Quackity had pulled back you had noticed the large scar running down his face. With gentle movements, you brought your hand up to his face and let your thumb gently run over the scar.
Quackity, upon noticing your actions, stepped back and instinctively covered his scar. You were quick to move towards him, gently removing his hand and replacing it with your own.
“It suits you.” Your smile said everything he needed to hear.
“So uh, what are you doing here?”
“Oh you know, looking for the love of my life so I can tell him how badly I want to kiss him. Especially when he looks so sexy with that scar on his face.” Quackity flushed from his toes to his nose.
“I’ve wanted to for years but you decided to play a very long game of hide and seek.”
“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you could kiss me as many times as you want to now.”
“I plan to.” You brought Quackity into another hug, the two of you simply holding each other and enjoying the familiarity.
“I love you, my little duckling.”
“I love you too, my stunning swan.”
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