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The Duet (Co!Wilbur)

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It had been so long since he had been in a stable place, most of his friendships cutting off over 10 years ago. He had traveled so long all alone until he had found someone who could stay with him, his young daughter, Tallulah. The time of their meeting was a long story and at that one for another time, but he had taken care of her for a few years at this point and had been the thing that kept him going when he didn’t feel like going anymore. They would travel together for a long time, though Wilbur made sure that every week at least, they would have their music practice together, whether it be at the best or worst time, it was most important.

Together they would play their favorite song, his daughter playing her flute and he would play his violin. He eventually decided that maybe they should take a break from their years of endless traveling, especially as that’s all he’s done his entire adult life. They could find a stable and safe home and area to be in. Eventually he found a cabin that was slightly far from civilization but not too far, it still had some buildings around it. It seemed like the perfect place for him and his daughter.

Once they finally got there they could move in, after those couple years for Tallulah and the decade and over for Wilbur, they were finally in one spot. After so long they were finally in a calm environment, where they could stay in one place for once. No matter if they were moving in, they were moving around the world, there was always time for them to play together, whether it be music or just in general, that was what he lived for.

He decided after so long of not being near a town, he could see what was going on, upon his arrival he noticed a festival and decided to head into it. He had stopped at a few games but decided to stay close to one that he very much enjoyed, a game of archery, which was one of the things he enjoyed doing from time to time. He was usually a fan of calm activities, like writing or painting, but he did very much enjoy archery.

He had been at the stand for a bit and he wanted to get one of the prizes, I mean it was simple but he wasn’t really trying at the time. He had too much on his mind to do with the moving and all of that type of stuff, also worried about his daughter at home, hoping she was settling in well to their new home. The thoughts running through his mind of all the times he and his daughter had played together, he usually wasn’t away from his daughter for more than a few hours, but he had been exploring about half the day.

“It’s okay, she’s strong.” He thought to himself. “Just focus the arrow and go through with it.”

He had pulled the bow’s string back, slowly aiming his arrow until-

“Hey, do you know how to do this game?” A man about his age had spoken, stepping onto the slight deck that was outside the game.

“Yeah, you just hit three targets with your arrows. Any certain prize you are going for?” He had replied in a slightly quiet tone to the man, releasing his first arrow and hitting a target right after finishing speaking.

“I see, I like the duck a lot!” The man had calmly replied. Maybe that made some sort of sense in Wilbur’s mind, considering the man had wings in a yellow tone. He didn’t want to look too much into it though. He just had to follow through with the arrows.

“Ah, okay, personally a fan of the polar bear myself.” Wilbur had replied, in a calm, general tone even though his mind was slightly racing, landing his second arrow into the target in sync with the man landing his first.

The man had landed his second arrow just after Wilbur had landed his last. Wilbur picked up the duck and handed it off to the stranger, he hadn’t talked to a lot of people often so he figured it would be a nice gesture for someone who decided to be so kind to him.

“Aw- Thank you-“ The man had replied in an equally as general tone as the atmosphere, though Wilbur knew he was genuinely thankful. The man had landed his last arrow.

“Then there’s something I should give you.” The man spoke again, calmly before reaching into the prize bin and grabbing the polar bear stuffed animal, then handing it to Wilbur who took it gently.

“I love it, thank you.” Wilbur calmly had replied, setting his bow back on the rack, close to the exact same time as the man.

“Awesome, I will see you around then.” The man said kindly, doing a small nod towards Wilbur.

“See you around then!” Wilbur had said, he enjoyed the interaction with the mysterious man and, well maybe it was a sign of some sorts. Maybe he picked the right town to stay in with his daughter.

The festival was fun, he’d stay around of course but he had to make sure to get home soon to see his daughter, he had to make sure to get home early, to get some rest at least, he couldn’t miss practice with his dear daughter.

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A Night to Remember

Mentions: Co!Vegas, Co!Wilbur, and Co!Chayanne Warnings: Fires, and general angst Extra: I hope you enjoy Co!Vegas’ introduction!! :] ~ “You are my sunshine”

A father without his child is no man at all, a ruined one if any. The yearn for your child that is out of grasp as you cry hoping for their return. That was how Vegas felt the day Chayanne had run away, and how he feels now with it still being gone. A piece of him was missing, and he could not help but remember past memories of loved ones before xis sweet child.

“My only sunshine”

A dark room with a simple night light in the corner just enough to see a innocent smile come from his duckling's face as they sung her a sweet lullaby, hands strumming on a small ukulele with the comforting singing tone. In that moment there was no fear, no negative emotions in the man's body to take over him. Just them and his baby duck.

“You make me happy”

Soon the song came to an end and the man leaned over to ruffle his kids head. “Alright little duck, I think it’s about time for bed don’t you think?” Vegas asked with a small chuckle as he could already hear her whines and complaints. “Oh come on dear, what do you think your papa would think if I keep him waiting?”Another whine came out of her duckling's mouth but soon a nod.

“When skies are gray”

The man was about to leave heading towards the door when the child spoke once more. “Dada can I get a kiss before bed..?” She looked up, almost giving what most parents would call ‘puppy eyes’ but she didn’t have to ask twice. Vegas walked back over cupping his duckling's sweet face and leaning down giving her a small kiss on the head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“You’ll never know. Dear”

A smile came to his face, if it would have been up to her he would have slept the entire night in his ducklings room just to keep her safe and happy. A sweet hum came out of his mouth as he headed down the hallway and to him and his husband's room flopping down on the other side of the mattress next to xis already sleeping lover. “Goodnight, mi amor..” and as he turned onto his side he fell asleep.

“How much I love you”

That night slot had woken up to a pit of smoke and a scream for his name from his duckling.

“Please don't take, My sunshine away”

Days upon days of walking around this town Vegas had learned two important details upon the area. That many bad things were known to happen around these towns in the area, including deaths and that a festival was coming up. A festival seemed like the very thing to entice Chayanne, he always liked games and competitions. Especially if there were prizes too, there was no way the kid would miss that. At least Vegas hoped so. Vegas was so off put about coming to this festival, as much as he wanted to find Chayanne he didn’t want to interrupt the fun with his mess of being a parent. Xe decided slot would keep it on the downlow and act as any other guest of the party. No one really liked making a scene at parties, even if a missing kid was extremely important, especially with all the troubles Chayanne tended to get itself into.

The night of the festival after many different thoughts upon it, Vegas became more worried about Chayanne than anything and decided to go. It was a slight walk from where Vegas was camping, especially since he got lost but eventually they found her way to the area. There were crowds of people, especially kids. A few times Vegas had mistaken a few of them for Chayanne leading to a few awkward situations. Everything was so overstimulating.

Still Vegas would not let himself continue to feel down about it. They simply would have to keep looking, surely the duck hybrid would find his little duck somewhere. As Vegas remembered an old thought he thought it would be best to take a look at the games and see if the kid was there. Walking up to the first one xe saw a man standing at it. The man had curly brown hair with flowers speckled throughout it, they were charming to say the least and for that one moment his curiosity peaked on something other than her missing child. “Hello there? Do you know how to play this game?” The man asked, walking up to the stand to see the man clearly holding a bow. “Uhh I do! Basically you just hit the targets! Hit all three and you get a prize!” The man's voice was comforting, so soft and had a slight accent that Vegas could not really pick up on. “A prize you say? Any certain one you are going for?” Xe asked curiously. “The polar bear, it looks quite silly!” The man replied with a light smile pointing at it in the prize display at the back of the stand. “You?” Vegas scanned the plush toys on the rack before his eyes landed on one of the duck plushies; it even had a silly suit. “Uhh the duck one! Haha matches me most one would say” A small flap of Vegas’ wings as he spoke about the kids toy. The man simply hummed before hitting all the targets with each shot he took. When the stranger was asked what prize they wanted he replied with “The little duck one with the suit” A small grin falling on the man's face. Vegas’ face grew hot at the kind gesture as once it was given to the stranger they gave it to him. “Thank you, looks like I have something to win for then.”

The duck hybrid stood up into the middle of the standing area of the stand taking a bow and three arrows as it was now his turn. He had not shot from a bow in what felt like years. Still with each shot landed on the middle of the target earning Vegas a little “Yes” as he pumped his arms in victory like a kid. “The polar bear please!” Once handed to him he handed it to the stranger with a small grin of his own. “Oh! Thank you!” With a small nod Vegas headed off the game booth and looked back at the stranger who began to speak once more. “My name is Wilbur by the way, I just recently moved into the area, maybe someday we will see each other again?” Vegas thought for a moment before nodding once more. “You might, I travel quite a lot so I do not know how long I will be here, but if you ever hear the name Vegas it’s probably me. Hopefully we meet again on maybe less.. Childish circumstances even if the games are fun haha” Xe said before waving and walking away back on the lookout for his child.

Vegas was not able to find Chayanne that night, but he couldn’t get the man he had met at the festival out of their mind. So nice compared to all the negative things xe had heard about these areas. It only made them more curious about the town. Still everything felt missing without their kid, longing for the hope that she was okay. Vegas had fallen asleep that night right when he got back to their tent, she wouldn’t admit it but she had fallen asleep holding the little duck plush that was given. What can he say? It was warm.

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Empty

TW: Death, Loss of family, Blood / Gore, and General Angsty Topics “Baby mine, don't you cry” Small tears fell onto his brown leather jacket, coming from his baby. Why, out of everyone in this cruel world must his little girl be picked to leave? There were many that were deserving of this pain, but not his sweet child. Why couldn’t he be the one to go? She had so much left for her in this world not him. “Baby mine, dry your eyes” Tears could be felt in the corner of his eyes but he held them back. He would stay strong for his little dove. He would make sure her last moments were good ones. He had to. “Papa it hurts, it hurts so bad..” His sweet baby cried out to him clear fear in her tone. “Shh, it’s going to be alright pumpkin, just close your eyes and lay on me papa’s got you. I promise, papa’s not going anywhere.” Every plea in his body shouted to call out for help, but he had already wasted much of her time left doing that before. There was nothing else to do other than make her feel comfortable as life took its course. One arm held her close to his chest, and one arm brushed through her blood filled hair as he began to sing her favorite lullaby he would always sing to her when she was scared or heading to bed. Not once letting his breath hitch between a single note, the last time she heard her song would be perfect. “Rest your head close to my heart“ Soon enough his baby’s body went limp almost as if she had calmed down, and slowly her weight became a dead one. Sobs came out once she had fully passed as William held her dead body for hours until someone came to find him and every tear in his body possibly had been shed. “Never to part, baby of mine” ----~~~~---- The sounds of birds could be heard in the early morning. William rubbed his eyes drastically to awaken himself reaching out for his glasses and putting them on then squinting to look at the time. 8 am seemingly a perfect time for a man with no busyness. He got out of bed and walked down the quiet halls of his tiny cottage. So bare, so quiet. Every morning he woke up to hatred of his home, the longing for the sound of tiny footsteps running across his halls. A longing for the noise of kids playing outside in the garden with one of their new favorite games for that week. He missed it all so much. Sure the cottage was lovely, and it was lovely to live in but William was lonely. He ached for the past that had been long gone away. Now his only friends were the ones in his writings, and books scattered around his book shelves in a way he would call ‘neat’ as he knew where everything was. Even after all these years he still found himself absentmindedly making too much food in each meal, or calling out her name, or even humming her song to get himself to sleep. He missed that fulfillment of being a father, but not as much as he missed her. William hated the term lonely, it felt so small. If anything he would say he was empty, a shell of a man that he used to be. Completely empty.