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#Blue goes and stays with them (quackfaster and daisy- idk if I ever officially said she runs the pub too) every now and then
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Royalty fluff 🥺
The two giggled to each other as they snuck back into the castle, taking the route through the servants’ entrance so as not to be spotted.
They had no one to hide from, after all, no one said no to them, but it added an extra element of thrill to the night. Tugging each other along, laughing quietly whenever they managed to sneak past someone. 
Mads had no idea where they were going, letting the king lead him until he was suddenly pulled into one of the ballrooms, the space huge and empty. He slipped a little on the suddenly slick marble floor, and Fenton caught him with one arm as he shut the door. 
The Mad Ducktor laughed as with the same arm Fenton practically yanked him back toward himself, holding him in his arms before pulling him into the room, swaying slightly. Mads slipped his hands into the king’s, and spun him around before continuing their little dance. 
Fenton started humming, the tune lazy and half-formed but enough for them to go off of, for them to get the steps. It was the same tune the bards had been playing earlier, and the two could only half remember it. Just that was good enough for now. 
They’d spent the evening out in the city, the Blue Phantom had told them about a bonfire they’d heard of in one of the back alleys near the river, and the kings had decided to go along. Wearing drabber clothes and with their hair styled slightly differently, it’d been enough of a disguise for them not to be recognized in the firelight. 
It’d been a night of music and of dancing, of food made by the citizens and laughter echoing up between the walls of the city. The two had had a blast, the experience was much different from the balls held at the castle. This one was much more informal, much more fun, much more free. It was a change to be surrounded by genuinely happy people who wanted to be there, and the two never wanted to leave. 
Finally, just after midnight as the fire was being put out and people were heading back home with sore smiles, full stomachs, and tired feet, they’d said good night to Blue- they were staying the night at a pub with some old friends- and gone back to the castle. 
That didn’t stop them from still dancing. Mads started humming along with Fenton as they spun each other around, their steps staggering and shaky and a big change from the usual perfection they were expected to be at the formal dances. But they were having too much fun to care, Fenton laughed when Mads nearly dropped him in a dip, and Mads collapsed against him, cackling into his scratchy shirt when the king tried to hold him up for a particularly difficult move. 
Eventually they slowed down, leaning against each other as they turned in lazy circles. Their steps were chaotically uncoordinated, nearly stepping on each other’s feet, but they didn’t mind. There wasn’t anyone there to tell them to do it properly.
“‘M too tired for this,” Mads yawned. 
Fenton chuckled. “Past bedtime.” 
“Mmm.” 
Still, neither of them pulled away from their little dance. 
“We’re going again, right?” Mads asked. 
“Definitely.”
The king leaned up, kissing the bottom of Mads’ beak, it was all he could reach. 
The Mad Ducktor laughed, leaning down to meet him halfway, their movements coming to a halt as they kissed. 
When Mads pulled away he leaned even further down to rest his forehead on Fenton’s shoulder, and the king held him close. “Want me to carry you up?” 
“Maybe,” Mads yawned. “If you’re not too tired, I don’t want to be dropped down the stairs.” 
Fenton laughed. “I’ll try not to drop you down the stairs.” 
“There’s a difference between try not and will not,” Mads pointed out, and the king laughed again.
The infectious yawn spread to him, and he leaned his head against Mads’. “Thanks for bringing me tonight.” 
“Thanks for coming.” Mads smiled. “Love you.” 
He heard the smile in the Fenton’s voice. “Love you too.” 
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