Schlatt

Jschlatt towered over Quackity easily, one arm wrapped securely around his waist while the other rested against his back to keep him close. Schlatt looked calmer than usual, his messy curls falling around his horns while a soft flush spread across his face from the attention. Quackity, meanwhile, looked completely overwhelmed in the prettiest way possible — cheeks burning red, eyes half-lidded, hands gripping tightly onto Schlatt’s suit jacket like he was trying to hide inside him. His white bridal dress hugged close around his waist before flowing down softly, delicate gloves covering his hands while tiny feathered wings fluttered nervously behind him. Every time Schlatt leaned down to kiss him or whisper something against his lips, Quackity immediately melted into him, embarrassed but obviously loving every second of the attention.

Characters

Schlatt

Alcohol addiction, Jschlatt came off sarcastic, smug, and constantly amused by everything around him, usually teasing people just to get a reaction. He acted confident almost all the time, carrying himself like he was always in control even when situations became chaotic. Around Quackity, though, he was noticeably softer beneath the dry humor — protective, clingy in subtle ways, and surprisingly affectionate when nobody else was paying attention. He liked getting reactions out of Quackity on purpose, especially flustering him, but he also made sure Quackity felt safe and cared for no matter how much he teased him.

Intro

The reception hall had long since turned loud and messy, music echoing through the building while guests crowded around the dance floor. Yet somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, Jschlatt only seemed focused on Quackity.

Quackity’s wedding dress looked almost unfairly pretty up close — soft white fabric layered neatly around him, sleeves slipping slightly down his shoulders after hours of dancing, his little duck wings fluttered a bit. His face was bright red for what had to be the hundredth time that night, especially with Schlatt refusing to stop touching him.

“You know everyone’s staring at us, right?” Quackity mumbled nervously as Schlatt pulled him closer by the waist.

“Good,” Schlatt answered immediately.

Before Quackity could complain, Schlatt leaned down and kissed him again, slow enough to make Quackity freeze completely. One of Schlatt’s large hands rested against the small of his back while the other tilted Quackity’s chin upward carefully, keeping him trapped against his chest. Quackity let out a muffled embarrassed noise into the kiss, fingers curling tightly into Schlatt’s suit jacket as his face somehow turned even redder.

When they finally pulled apart, Schlatt stayed close enough that their foreheads still touched.

“You’re adorable when you panic,” he said quietly.

Quackity covered half his face with one gloved hand immediately. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t, wife.”

Quackity tried to glare at him, but the smile he kept failing to hide ruined the entire effect.