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Hooves thudded against the boardwalk before slowing to a stop, boots hit the ground gently with a quiet click of heels.
Soul turned slightly after tying up his horse, his eyes sparkling and his hair pulled back tight in a high ponytail.
“Soul!”
Soul chuckled and hugged the incoming impact, Karl embraced him with a beam. “It’s been so long!” he laughed, Soul laughed.
He threaded his arm through Karl’s as they walked towards the mushroom kingdom, the bridge beneath them creaked as they walked.
“How was your travels?” Karl questioned, Soul smiled gently.
Right, he hadn’t been back to Las Nevadas or Pogtopia since the incident. The others moved, Wilbur and Quackity. Which he would’ve gone with if he hadn’t been stuck with godly duties when Void saw he’d returned to the right timeline.
He planned on visiting them after.
He assumed Las Nevadas would be fairly barren unless Foolish kept up on it like he said he would. “They were…travels alright” he grinned, Karl laughed and tugged Soul into a large palace’s hall.
“That's understandable. You missed the coronation!” he whined, Soul scowled.
The one for george.
“George was crowned?” he questioned, Karl nodded solemnly. “Oh.” he sighed. “Sorry I've been undeniably bust. I would have totally attended if i wasn’t being put up for council” he chuckled.
Karl frowned and nodded before it hit him. “Wait, council? THEY’RE PUTTING YOU UP???” his excitement rose and his voice bounced off the walls.
Soul smirked folding his hands behind his back, “yup” he stuck his tongue out.
Karl stood there dumbfounded.
“But what about…” he trailed off and Soul’s mood shifted, his eyes darting somewhere other than Karl. people were still weary of Soul, not entirely trusted but it was understandable. Soul did a lot of bad things…his personality wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows like most.
“Sorry..”
It went quiet, the sound of footsteps echoed and broke the silence before Soul frowned. He didn’t really want anyone else to know he was there. Luckily Karl had pulled him into a separate hall swiftly, “you came for the book right?” he asked, Soul nodded.
Right, the book. The council wanted to keep eyes on it.
“Yeah, for the council.”
Karl shuffled around a magically sealed bookshelf and handed it to him with a small smile.
“Keep it out of dangerous hands. Stay safe.” Soul nodded, his fingers brushed the familiar black leather. The familiar jolt of electricity that was around when Endorria would barely touch him, “Soul?” Karl called his name and he looked up before chuckling lightly.
“Sorry-” he took the journal and Karl nodded. “I should get going.” he mumbled, Karl frowned and hugged him.
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
Next thing Soul knew he was leaving the palace as quickly as possible, he mounted his horse in one motion and went galloping off into the sunset.
Karl watched from afar, a hand slid across the small of his back and Nick was there.
“Sap..”
“Think he’ll be okay?” he questioned, Karl sighed.
“Hard to tell…he’s always wearing a mask.” he frowned, Sapnap didn’t respond and watched as the sun lowered itself.
“As long as he has Quackity, he should be fine.” he scowled and pulled himself back into the castle, Karl followed behind.
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Soul yawned undoing his tunic just a bit, the corset around his waist almost suffocating as he made his way up to the door. He opened it, his heels hitting the wood with a satisfying snick.
He flicked the light on and Wilbur froze in place, a tub of ice cream in his hand. Spoon lifted to his mouth as Quackity held him by the waist, their clothes rumpled.
Their eyes widened and Soul blinked.
“Hey…?”
Wilbur launched himself at Soul leaving Quackity to catch the tub of ice cream, Soul stumbled and embraced Wilbur tightly.
“Gods it’s been too long.”
Quackity rolled his eyes, still stubborn as ever.
Soul kissed Wilbur romantically and Wil chuckled, taking his ice cream from Quackity, Soul pushed past him and pulled Quackity in. their lips locking just right, hands finding their respected spot.
Wilbur slid his hands around Soul’s waist from behind and he chuckled.
“Wil…the ice cream is melting.”
Wil pulled away quickly and frowned.
“Damn.”
Soul rolled his eyes and took the tub putting it in the freezer. “Don’t let it melt more.” he stated, Wilbur stuck his tongue out.
“Fuck you.”
“You would.” Soul and Quackity said in unison, Wil glared.
“Is that a challenge?” he shot back, Soul and Quackity exchanged looks and shrugged.
Within seconds Soul was slammed down against the counter, his eyes widened and he turned bright red.
Wilbur smirked his fingers wrapped around the back of Soul’s neck, Quackity just took a step back and watched.
“You just got home…so maybe later” Wilbur whispered into Soul’s neck, Quackity rolled his eyes and eyed Wilbur’s hand movements. They were intentional, his hands sliding up Soul’s hips to his waist before he pulled away from Soul.
He wanted Soul to make the move not him.
“C’mon let's go get some sleep” Wilbur grabbed both Quackity and Soul and dragged them into the bedroom where they piled under the blankets and cuddled up against each other. Eventually, everyone fell asleep.
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“So, how’s the job in other realms doing? Why did they make you a watchdog anyways? You’re clearly fit to be a council god.” Quackity stated as he flipped some eggs in a pan.
Soul folded some clothes as Wilbur sat at the table, his feet propped up on the surface.
Soul smiled slightly.
“The jobs are…interesting. I enjoy it though, and as for being a council god, I have to be a born god as well as go through a whole ass trial to get in” he chuckled lightly, Wilbur cocked an eyebrow.
“Seriously? What kind of trial?”
Soul shrugged. “I don’t know, only borns know” he muttered, Quackity frowned.
“But aren’t you…”
Soul’s eyes darted to Quackity and it went silent.
“Am i…?” he urged, Q didn’t say anything and instead looked around before chuckling.
“Aren’t you the best they have?”
A smirk threatened Soul’s lips.
“Duh”
They chuckled for a moment and Wilbur watched as Quackity spooned equal proportions of scrambled eggs onto their plates, Soul tossed Wilbur a sweater and Wil smiled pulling it over his button down.
“I do have a question for you both…” Soul muttered as he went to sit down, Quackity looked at him slightly alarmed by the shift in mood.
“What's up?”
“I just- if i did get onto the council…” he trailed off and Wilbur eyed him confused, Quackity’s eyes softened.
“You’d be busy. More than you are currently?” he questioned, Soul shrugged.
“Something like that…but I'd also never be able to leave.”
It went silent and Wilbur stood up to leave the room, Quackity rubbed his face and pulled soul into a hug.
“We’ll figure it out.” he reassured, Soul nodded and nuzzled into the embrace.
“Is Wil okay?” he mumbled, Quackity sighed and ran his fingers through Soul’s multicolored hair.
“He should be…he just had an idea and I think he’s a little discouraged over it now.” Q explained.
Soul frowned.
“I seem to be good at ruining things” Soul muttered, his wings fluttering slightly and Q’s constricted before he held Soul out at shoulder length.
“No. You aren’t. You just…are still learning.”
Soul scowled. He’d already learned everything there was to learn.
“Soul…” he muttered, pulling him back into a tight hug. “Do you want to visit a friend with me today?” he asked, Soul raised an eyebrow.
“I-...um. Sure.” he chuckled lightly, Quackity had once again changed the subject to distract him.
He wondered if Quackity did that for himself…
It was quiet while they ate, Wilbur rejoined them and smiled slightly.
“Sorry ‘bout that. I was thinking, do you guys want to go to Pogtopia for the day?” he questioned, Soul raised an eyebrow.
Quackity chuckled.
“So the ex-president wants to go to his rival…interesting” he teased, Wilbur rolled his eyes.
“Shut up”
Soul chuckled. “I keep forgetting your L’manberg’s first president.” he stated, Wilbur smiled softly.
“Yeah, now I just get into difficult situations.” he grinned, Quackity and Soul gasped in unison.
“We’re difficult?” they spat, Wilbur laughed and tossed a napkin at Soul.
“No! Well minus Soul.” he grinned, Quackity blushed he knew where this was going. “At least Q behaves and uses his manners like a good little ducky~” he purred, wrapping his arms around Quackity’s waist.
Soul sat back with a small smirk as Wilbur’s eyes turned dangerous and he looked up at Soul, walking towards him. Firm hands grabbed Soul’s chin and Soul’s eyes turned siren and he bit his lip seductively.
“You on the other hand…” he paused “need to be taught a lesson…”
Soul hummed with amusement.
“Oh? But daddy I'm not sure what you mean by that…” he purred, standing up and coming closer to Wilbur, his lips brushing Wil’s. Quackity’s face flushed red like a thermometer as Soul kissed Wilbur softly, it only took three seconds for Wilbur to cave and to grab him by the waist kissing him deeply.
Quackity just sat there, watching with ever growing curiosity. His hands folded in his lap tightly, his knuckles going white. The things Quackity was imagining at the moment…the things he could do to Soul.
Soul pulled from the kiss and patted Wilbur’s chest, “alright loverboy.” he snickered and circled to Quackity, “when do you want to go visit your friend?” he questioned, Quackity eyed him.
“Doesn’t matter…” he replied nonchalantly, Soul smiled softly and stood in front of Quackity’s chair, their knees brushing.
“We have time right Wil?” he questioned, Quackity’s eyebrows rose and he scoffed lightly as Soul slowly lifted himself onto his lap. Soul’s lips brushed Quackity’s neck. “After all…i’m sure all of us are pretty pent up…i’ve been gone for so long~ unless you did something without me” he mused, trailing his lips softly up the curve of Quackity’s pale neck.
Quackity and Wil had messed around a couple times but it was all romantically, nothing exciting like when Soul was around.
Wilbur was behind the chair now, his hands running down the wide expanse of Quackity’s shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons.
“I-” Quackity opened his mouth to speak, but gave up. Soul cocked an eyebrow rolling his hips in a slow motion, Quackity bit his lip at the sudden feeling of friction.
Soul’s lips came to a halt at the shell of Quackity’s ear before he pulled Wilbur down to listen as well. “I want you both to ravish me…use me, fuck me…i don’t care. I need both of you” he exhaled, Wilbur and Quacktiy shivered.
Quackity’s hands found their way to Soul’s hips rolling them against him, Soul crumpled shoving his face into the nape of Q’s neck. Wilbur chuckled lightly and grabbed Soul by the back of the neck, he was quick. Soul held in a small moan as Wilbur pulled his head up by the hair just high enough for Wilbur to successfully kiss him and stick his tongue down his throat.
Soul moaned against his lip as his pants were undone and his dick caught the cold air.
“Q-” Soul gave up when Wilbur yanked him back and bit him on the neck, hard. Heard enough to leave a mark. Quackity’s hand wrapped around Soul and he whimpered as Q just sat there, not moving his hand in the slightest, teasing him.
“Quackity~ please” he moaned out, Q’s hand trembled and he let out a shaky breath, the moan caught him off guard. Wilbur on the other hand had his hand around Soul’s neck tightly, they met eyes and Quackity pushed Soul off his lap.
Wilbur smirked mercilessly, bending Soul over Quackity. Soul’s boots didn’t exactly make it comfortable.
Soul’s breath hitched when he felt Wilbur’s length slip between his thighs, Quackity didn’t hesitate. Balling his hand up in Soul’s hair he kissed him aggressively, biting his lip and pulling away before he undid his belt handing it to Wil.
Soul turned red, the leather slipped around his neck and buckled. It was tightened, his body trembling with pent up energy, Quackity smirked, hiding it with his hand as he watched Soul get yanked up in an arched position.
Soul squeaked still gripping the arms of the chair as Wilbur pushed into him. God Soul missed this…the excitement, the feeling of them…of their hands, their kisses, their affection.
If the council tried him he’d reject it.
Soul’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and Wil pulled out then slammed back into him, Soul crumpled only for Wilbur to grab the excess belt and pull him up again so quackity could see his every feature.
Quackity was breath taken at the sight, Soul’s hair fell in loose trellises just over his shoulder. His tunic rumpled, trousers undone and pulled just below his dick. His eyes fluttered, the crystal blue in his iris’s seemed to brighten then fade with every thrust into him.
Quackity could only imagine how he missed this. Soul’s hair started to stick against his skin and his knuckles went white against the chair, he gasped and moaned from forgetting to breathe and from the pleasure.
“Wil~” Wilbur yanked Soul down onto his dick and Soul whimpered.
“Wrong name, dear~” he purred, Quackity’s own dick throbbed. He closed his eyes for a moment, his thoughts racing. Imagining Soul’s lips wrapped around his girth, or imagining doing unspeakable things to him.
“Gods~ D-daddy!” he moaned, Wilbur smirked, kissing Soul’s neck lovingly.
“What's wrong dear?”
“I want to cum” he gasped, Wilbur raised an eyebrow and scowled.
“Hold it in a little longer”
Soul huffed as the sounds of moans and skin hitting skin filled the room with a scene of pure lust, Wilbur bent Soul over and gripped his hips.
“Go ahead, babe” he smirked, Slamming into him again causing Soul’s eyes to light up as he came streaks of white. Wilbur groaned as Soul clenched around him and he himself pulled out, letting out on Soul’s back.
It was quiet except for the sounds of them trying to get oxygen, Quackity rubbed his face and bit his lip.
“God that was hot…” he muttered. A sly smirk crossed Soul’s lips and he grinned, they were definitely not leaving that house for a hot minute.
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“So..your friend is an undertaker?” Soul questioned as they entered a cemetery. It used to be just one grave which had slowly over the years grown to multiple.
Quackity laughed to himself. “No…um, he passed away a few years back.” he responded, Soul’s eyes widened.
“Oh my- i’m so sorry-” he apologized, Quackity smiled and squeezed Soul’s hand for reassurance.
Soul surprised himself at the fact that he could still walk, they had gone at least 4 rounds. Soul’s body definitely ached but he could still move around, he leaned against Quackity gently as they walked up a hill.
One singular headstone was placed up there, a picture hanging from it by a hook. They stopped in front of it and Soul smiled gently at the picture. He vaguely remembered him, he saw him the very first time he arrived in Las Nevadas. That must’ve been why Quackity was so aggressive and closed off when he returned.
He watched Q crouch down and sweep off the marble before setting down some flowers.
Soul should have brought something…
He looked back to the image. It was Quackity with his arm around another male, scissors held to cut a red ribbon. The start of Las Nevadas. The male was skinny and taller than Quackity, his short dyed green hair pulled back in a small ponytail, his button up and slacks pristine and pressed.
His skin was pale- almost green like it was going to start dripping like slime.
Quackity on the other hand…his hair loose around his shoulders, a beanie above it. The one he gave to Soul before he left, now his hair was bare. The same pressed and gleaming outfit, a few others stood behind them but the two in front were most noticeable.
“What was his name?”
Quackity leaned against the headstone, looking up to Soul.
“Slime…we called him Charlie though” he smiled at the memory, Soul turned to look at the sky and smiled as well.
“How ironic…” he mused, Q looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“His skin…it sorta looks slime-like” he chuckled, Quackity beamed.
“That's exactly why we called him that..” he laughed, Soul grinned it was silent for a moment before Soul watched a bunny scurry by.
“Can I ask what happened?”
Quackity shivered, the request chilled him to the bone. He wasn’t sure how’d he’d explain it without crying.
“He uh…i ended up in some beef with an old co-founder and he pushed him into a pool of lava instead of killing me, he knew the problems that would rise if he killed me so he killed Slime instead…” he bit back tears. “Slime never wanted to hurt anyone…”
His breath choked and he pulled his legs to his chest, Soul dropped to the grass next to him and embraced him.
“Not every dying person does…” he reassured, kissing Q’s forehead, Quackity smiled through tears and leaned against him.
“He’d be happy if he knew i was with you and Wil now…” he chuckled gently wiping his eyes, Soul smiled.
“I’m sure”
It was quiet as the breeze blew through their clothes. They sat in silence, heads leaned against each other as they stared at the vast sky of blue, the sun blazed somewhere in the distance.
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