Quackity had never had the biggest romantic nor sexual interest in Sapnap and Karl. He decided to end it off on a good note nonetheless. One of the mechanics, Tubbo, had mentioned how there was going to be a few new racers; Technoblade "Blood God"...
: omdnsbahah, honorable mentions; ella — stop reading a quacknoblade accelerate fanfic in class you bitch 💀 if i lived in the same state as you i would have smacked that book shut 😌🤌 :
listen to walter, butter dog and/or hall pass by lil eli, i recommend this if you don't wanna take this chapter seriously
: i'm so sorry, i've had barely any motivation lately,,, ty pebs for the motivation and everest for the motivational playlist !!!! :
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3rd person pov quackity comfortably climbed back into techno's car, he seemingly got used to it despite only doing it 3-4 times now
"your house is a damn mansion, i can tell." quackity told techno as he stretched his arms out and cracked his knuckles. "you'd be surprised." he replied.
"no way in hell you live in some white woman suburban home." quackity told him, laughing. technoblade snickered and rolled his eyes, "i live in a cottage, thanks."
quackity turned his head to look at him, "you're shitting me." technoblade shook his head. quackity snorted, "there is no way in hell-" he'd exclaim
: literally my motivation levels are lower than my math grades. anyway, timeskip to the house :
techno pulled back the shifter in the center console and took out the keys. he'd open the door and walk over to quackity's side of the car.
"opening it for me?" quackity smirked and raised an eyebrow. techno didn't answer until quackity opened the door himself and techno shoved it shut.
"aCk-" he groaned and opened the door again, stepping out. "what was that for?" quackity sighed and randomly patted down his tights as if they got dirty.
"drama queen," techno scoffed and folded his arms. he laid his ankle out a bit for quackity to trip on, which worked — he tripped. "oh fuck you!-" he winced and got up.
"lmao." techno told him in response, "shouldn't have hurt that much since there's snow." he kicked his foot into the snow, resulting in the frost hitting quackity.
"technoblade, i fucking hate y-" he blurted out before a finger touched his lips, "it's techno."
he removed his hand and turned to go inside of his ~ humble abode :) ~, quackity hesitantly following after him.
: inside of technos house 🏃♀️ :
there was a jingle of metal from the keys being placed on the counter. it echoed through quackity's ears when he stood in shock of the interior of technoblade's house.
"i- wha- you're a professional racer, and— i'm not gonna ask, never mind." he muttered, remembering what techno kept doing and would do to mess with him.
: i'm waiting for my motivation to come back by staring up at my ceiling :
"i suppose i'll go make us some tea. make yourself at home and— any preferred flavors?" techno asked, raising his eyebrow.
"errm... surprise me." quackity gave him a random nod. techno returned a nod and turned to go to the kitchen. (quackity is giving me srs socially awkward gremlin vibes)
quackity looked around and trotted upstairs, mostly wandering around. he stumbled into a hallway with multiple rooms on either side.
he'd open a door to one room, staring in a daze of awe at the sight. it was a neatly decorated room with a sort of medieval vibe to it.
it had a master canopy bed with red sheets and gold pillows with small nightstands on either side, candles on top of both.
it had a small side bathroom, polished marble and tile. there was also a window with a candle or two, plant and two books neatly stacked.
a desk as well with pictures of his family in the corners, a little container of ink and a quill, a notebook and large book named The Art of War, a hanging lamp and finally a little jewelry box no larger than his hand.
the part that amazed him the most was the giant sword, axe and crossbow hanging from the wall directly across from the door —
glittering netherite from the flesh of the nether with pink gloss and little ridges and scrapes from fights, he'd presume. (i'm starting to see why i'm better at writing angst)
"how tf does this guy race when he can probably use these fucking war weapons." he muttered, asking himself. with a hand on his shoulder, it got a loud shriek out of him.
"A̵̫͉̔̎̂̒Ạ̸̺͖̪̈́͜A̶̡̛̜͍̫̳͇̞̰͚̐̊̇͋̈͜— oh, hola."
techno jumped and instinctively put his hand over the tea to prevent it from spilling, burning himself in the process. "awww shiiiht-"
"oh fuck, you alright-" he took one of the tea cups, as well as technos hand in his other hand. "yeah, it's fine. — i guess that gives you the warning for how hot the tea is." techno chuckled painfully.
"hot, but not as hot as me aha" shameless lip bite "gtfo." techno told him in response to the action. quackity chuckled before blowing on his tea and taking a sip.
"the blow and sip isn't effective," techno muttered. quackity coughed due to him burning his tongue, "tHats what ur mom thought last night-"
techno blinked, "my moms a fucking fridge."
quackity looked back at him, "what"
: we're skipping over this part 💀💀 :
"well, i suppose it's best we introduce eachother. introductions are key and we haven't yet done so despite talking often." techno proposed, patting his thigh
"uh- okay, well i'm quackity, alexis or alex. i used to be in a relationship with sapnap and karl, and... uhh.. my parents went somewhere and didn't come back 😌🤌"
"ah, nice. i'm techno, just call me techno. i've never been in love which is good on my end. i'm an anarchist and violence is key — especially against orphans. my siblings are tommy and wilbur, technically tubbo too, then phil's my dad. he's definitely on the brink of death." techno chuckled.
quackity nodded, "well then- it's nice to meet you." techno returned a nod, "it's nice to meet you too, quackity."
: my motivation has gone away with its bags, family, even the fridge — hope you enjoyed. :
