Of Tales and Tails - A Quacknoblade Story

Le Bath

Technoblade sat on a park bench enjoying a good book like Technoblade does.

"Hey."

It was Quackity. But, this time, Quackity wasn't as cheerful and energetic as usual. Technoblade knew something was wrong.

"Hey," Techno said, "Is there something wrong?"

Quackity flopped onto the bench, arms and legs splayed and looking quite dejected.

"No, I'm just very, extremely bored," Quackity replied, fixing the feathers that got ruined from literally collapsing onto the bench.

Now, Technoblade was not one to get bored easily, no matter how many times he said that a fight or a tournament was boring. Technoblade was the kind to read a book, specifically The Art of War, multiple times without getting bored of it.

So, when Quackity told Technoblade that he was bored, Technoblade didn't know how to help the duck. So, he did the most reasonable thing he could think of at the moment.

"Do you want to go to my fencing meet?" Techno blurted out.

Quackity looked at him confused. "Your fencing what?"

"My fencing meet," Technoblade explained, "Our fencing club arranged this event where we meet and fence and do stuff like that."

Techno's head was spinning. What if Quackity says no? What if he sounded too awkward. Did he say something wrong? Is Quackity still confused?

"Sure thing, Techno," Quackity said, much to Techno's surprise, "When is it?"

"This Saturday, at 2 PM," Techno said, "And then I was thinking that we could go back to my house after that and have takeout. But you don't have to-"

Quackity cut him off. "That sounds good to me! It's a date, then."

"A what?"

"A date!"

Then Quackity skipped off, obviously a lot more cheerful than before. Techno sighed. This is what he gets for being so antisocial. Constant embarrassment and rambling.

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"I can't believe that you wanted to get Burger King."

Technoblade was driving back to his house, with Quackity on the passenger seat, eating Burger King.

"You still bought it for me," Quackity reasoned, before taking another bite out of his burger. (Author has never been to Burger King before so I'm just guessing that they have burgers, because it's Burger King. Yall can yell at me later in the comments.)

"Yeah, but it's Burger King."

"You're just repeating your previous statement but in different words, Techno."

"No."

"Yes."

They then drove back in semi silence, with attempts at conversations here and there.

"Technoblade," Quackity finally spoke up after a long, comfortable silence, "You looked really cool with your fencing stick, obliterating everyone."

"You think?" Technoblade asked, surprised, before adding, like Technoblade does, "Also, it's a sabre, not a fencing stick."

"Potato, potahto, same difference," Quackity waved his hand, "And yes, you looked very cool with your fencing stick."

"Sabre."

"Fencing stick."

"Sabre."

"Fencing stick."

"Sabre."

"Fencing stick."

"Sabre."

"Fencing stick."

...

"Are you saying that the almighty Technoblade takes baths?"

It was an innocent question, but it caused Technoblade to turn towards Quackity and raise an eyebrow questioningly.

They had arrived at Technoblade's house. Tommy and Wilbur were at somebody's house, and Phil was...somewhere.

"Of course I do," Technoblade replied, "Why would you think otherwise?"

"I don't know. I thought you just cleaned yourself using other methods. After all, you are afraid of water."

"Why would I be afraid of-"

Then it hit him.

"Ohhhh," Techno said out loud.

"Dude, you can't just 'Ohhh' me and not tell me what is going on!" Quackity retorted, hands on his hips defiantly.

Technoblade only chuckled at his antics.

"I will tell you my 'big secret' soon enough, Ducky," Technoblade laughed and walked towards the restroom.

"Hey! I am your bestest of best friends! A boyfriend even. (Yes.) You need to tell me all your secrets! Now-"

Quackity's voice was cut off by the bath's now running water.

Technoblade was about to get into the water before he paused. Did Quackity just call him his boyfriend?

True, Technoblade and Quackity had been dating for a while, if you called their small meetings every Saturday a "date." They had grown really close to each other, but they never really confronted each other about their feelings.

When Techno stepped into the bathtub and let the pink glow engulf his body, he tested the word "boyfriend." It was a word he hadn't used often, and it felt foreign to say it. Yet it felt fitting. It felt-

Author's note:

Extremely sappy feelings for one! Extremely sappy feelings for one!

Also, sorry for disappearing for like 2 months. I kinda forgot this story existed...

ANYWAYS-hope you enjoyed the extremely short story and then the extremely long story.