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winterzsurprise · 2 years

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A deal with a demon || Quackity

Pairing: c!Quackity x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Summary: Instead of dispelling a royal blooded demon like you were tasked to, you listened to his tempting deal.

Tags: Action, Demon Duke! Quackity, Priest! Reader, not beta-read.

Words: 3.2k

not much to say here, I recycled a scene from the 'Greed's Temptation' draft. I'm aware I haven't posted for a month but I got so busy with college, commissions and writer's block. This is an old writing style so look away for a moment :''DD

thank you all for 110 followers and for waiting patiently, I swear, the moment my writer's block stops, I will finish Unholy.

“Villagers said that there were cloaked figures that would meet up at the outskirt hut for unknown reasons, we speculate that the demon spawning was their doing.”

You nod as the village leader leads you down the deserted part of town with the roofless houses and soot kissed walls, every plant in the area painted brown and black, wilted from the amount of dark energy feeding off of their life force.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, taking note of the smallest details like the fading footprints on the unpatched dirt and the dark energy that seems to grow stronger with every step taken, the stench of death becoming more apparent as you near the thick fog that the crowd could never see in a million years.

But despite that, you could barely feel any fear crawling inside you. The magic felt familiar to you for unknown reasons, a tempting mist that kept on reaching out for you despite the distance you have from the source.

At the edge of your eye, you see the priest beside you squirm uncomfortably with eyes jumping from one point to another with hands fidgeting on his maroon cassocks, entirely different from the classic white uniform of Valor, since he's stationed in this town.

Jack wasn't supposed to come but upon seeing a close friend approach a huge threat, he couldn't help himself from tagging along.

You met the priest when he was training to be one in Valor, head never full with hair and eyes still filled with wonder and life as he was as a child. He was your first mission, to train him the special ways of expelling demons as a high rank can.

“Are you sure you don’t require our mage’s help? Demons are nasty creatures to deal with, my grand dad who served in the great wall said they were the most nefarious bunch he has ever encountered.”

The priest beside me bristles, offended. “You think our Cardinal is weaker than a low ranked demon?!”

The leader opened his mouth to apologise when you raised your hand that led all to a halt and pulled their attention to you in question.

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere that told you to enter alone, the mist covering the area thickening with power as their snapping whips became lethal from neutral, normal humans cannot withstand such a violent energy.

Even your dear friend would collapse a second inside the mist.

“I must continue alone, the dark magic is near-deadly from this point forward.”

“But little prince—”

“Would you rather meet your maker a century earlier, Mr. Manifold?” You cut him off and that made the older man go silent.

Not even bothering to hear them out, you head on through the invisible barrier that separates you from the others, like how being a High Priest gave you more mortality years than the usual humans with better healing abilities and supernatural senses.

In a few days time, you’ll be pronounced as the next Pope, sitting on the golden throne at the top peak of Mount Lenneth, hidden away in the pristine temple populated by corrupted ‘holy’ soldiers and priests.

You didn’t want it but what input do you have in his grand scheme of things?

The dark magic got aggressive as you near the empty plot of land at the end of the road where the supposed-to-be straw hut was erected, you felt the onyx mist attempt to penetrate through the shield you coated yourself in, their apprehensiveness to approach now nonexistent as you arrive in your destination.

Lumps covered in black robes scattered the ground which you assumed were the suspicious group the village leader was talking about earlier, but upon closer inspection, you find yourself staring at hollow holes of skulls with the mandible bone hanging open as if their souls were sucked out from their mouths.

Their flesh and insides might be the reason why the dark magic turned deadly, but seeing the small amount of bodies laid on the area, you thought otherwise.

Was this a work of a high ranked demon?

Your head darts up with your eyes immediately landing on an empty space in the middle of the plot where a fading master-level summoning circle was drawn with chalk. Seeing how the body placements are, you guessed that they must’ve known that their spell went wrong and ran, but the demon responsible for this was faster than them.

But with the lone body near the illustration and the faint grey magic by the circle, you knew that someone was smart enough to restrain the demon before it got worse.

With a sigh, you removed the glowing beads in your neck to start your cleansing spell. You placed the accessory between your thumb and pointer finger before crossing both sides and putting it over your wrist like a bracelet, wrapping it twice before turning to the barely-visible grey box floating on top of the circle.

With a large inhale to home your energy, you start to mutter the spell.

"Iリ⍊╎ᓭ╎ʖꖎᒷ ᓭ!¡ᒷꖎꖎ ᓵᔑᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ↸ ᒲᔑ|| ↸╎ꖎᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ↸"

It didn’t take long when the effect took place, you sensed the dark magic being siphoned back by its’ owner as the invisible glass shatters and freed the evil spirit from its confines. The dark energy attempted to take a bite at your skin but with the glowing bead resting in your left hand, you were untouchable.

You watched the dark magic manifest into a body that soon formed into a man that grew obsidian hair and was clothed in a dark green vest with a white long sleeve shirt underneath. Golden yellow wings sprouted from his back, they were filled with feathers. The sight of it injecting disgust into your veins.

There's no other metaphysical kind you know other than angels, to see feathered wings from a demon, lit a fire within you.

You prepare your spell as he comes back to his consciousness. Eyes closed and concentration zoned in the power pulsating through your veins, trying to direct it to the tips of your pointy and middle fingers.

You heard a shuffle in front of you and knew his form was fully developed, sweat beads at your forehead at the thought of battling such a high ranking demon.

He groaned dramatically. “Come on, I just got out of that box prison! Am I getting on a new one now?”

"E⍊╎ꖎ ʖᒷ⊣𝙹リᒷ, ⍑𝙹ꖎ╎リᒷᓭᓭ ᓭ⍑ᔑꖎꖎ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ"

A girlish squeal left his lips as he narrowly dodged the swipe of your fingers charged with holy power enough to banish him back to the land below. Your eyes found his bewildered pair of crimson, face contorted with a look of disbelief.

“Come on, I just got out!”

“I don’t care.”

With that, you crossed the small distance between you two and took another chance to swing your hand which he deflected with his own magic in the form of a huge hand fan coated in black.

“How could you banish someone you just met?! This is inhumane!”

You didn’t respond as you transferred the energy to your other fingers to slash him as soon as you pulled the fan down from his face. Another move that barely kissed his skin since he leaped back, you watch his movements attentively, not letting a small twitch of a brow or arm go amiss.

He must be eradicated quickly.

“Wait, did you just understand me?” He asked, suddenly realising in the midst of the battle.

You stayed in your spot, recharging as he stood up, eyes still round with surprise as he held out both hands in surrender.

During this, you took note of the raging dark mist that smothered his body in a protective manner, his power is definitely stronger than the usual lower rank demons that would often possess a few dwellers in the neighbouring cities and kingdoms.

He’s a high ranking type but you’re not sure how high he is in the hierarchy.

“Can you just let me off just this once?! I need to track someone down! He's stronger than me!” He exclaimed, crouching on the chipped off brick wall.

“And why should I listen to you, demon?”

His head tilts, bewildered. “Wow, you really can understand me.”

"Enough!" A ball of light grew in your palm and you hauled it towards him, which he easily evaded by jumping off to the opposite wall.

"If you're a priest you'd listen to me! There's a mystic ranked demon who escaped the Limbo!"

You tilt your head, what a coincidence that he left the Limbo and suddenly there's a powerful demon running amok doing god-knows-what in the overworld. You could only scoff as your powers pulsed in your palms.

"A mystic ranking on the loose huh?"

"Yeah, he was the King's brother!" He said with the edge of his mouth tugged up that rubbed you wrongly.

He's definitely lying.

Why would he tell you such information if not to distract and defeat you?

"Quite convenient, isn't it?"

"Wha—" He barely had the chance to react when your fingers touched the space between his eyebrows, the contact was enough to launch him back to the far corner of the plot.

You approach him with your power still generating in your hands, you have to deal with him fast if he is the escaped prisoner from the Limbo.

You watched as he rose from the ground with barely a stutter in his movements, he was indeed a powerful being if he didn't even suffer any injuries from that hit. He's dangerous, and he needs to be eradicated immediately.

"I am telling you the truth!"

And you don't care.

You charged towards him, and barely a metre away from him with a charged hand ready to slam his face into the ground. But in a fleeting second before you could raise your limbs to attack, he reached for your face instead and redirected you to pummelled to the floor.

The ground around you dents with his strength and pain erupted from every part of your body but it was minimised by the holy power that you coated it with, still it was an agonising feeling that blazed your skin.

With the damage you suffered along with the infected cut in your shoulder blades, you wonder if your bloody training had any worth if a high ranking demon was able to take you down with a single hit.

You're still not enough.

"Listen to me for a moment, alright?! I don't even want to talk to you but it's needed!"

"Why should I?" You ask, trying to divert his attention as you heal yourself.

You suspect that he noticed the shift in your energy with how trained his eyes on your body. Something you confirmed when his eyes rolled back, irritated.

You were ready to hasten up the healing process but with how unbothered he appeared, you continued with the slow pace. Him doing nothing felt insulting, does he think that you're not worth his time?

How rude and unforgivable!

"Just give me ten seconds to explain who I am and how I am here."

You didn't speak, internally counting down from ten, waiting for his explanation that never came but his face did scrunch as he realises what was happening.

"Wait… Are you counting already?"

"..."

He let out a defeated sigh, shoulders sagging.

"I am looking for someone in the overworld, our King has declared a national search for this demon and the reward is very handsome, so can you help me find the bastard?"

There was an uncomfortable silence that hung above you both as you just stared back at each other, trying to work out the other's motive. But after a while, you opened your mouth to speak.

"Why did you surface now? Why not months before?!"

"The rules of the Limbo is a headache, I was only able to travel here when I got summoned."

The rule he spoke of is the law the god, XD or Xeno, has created for the high ranking demons. They can't travel out of the Limbo unless they were summoned by someone from the overworld.

Touché

"Why should a child of Light help you, a demon?" You question, eyes narrowing at him.

"Because I can easily repel the other bad spirits since I am a high ranking demon."

"I can banish them just fine, I don't need your help." You said as you rose to sit up in excellent condition, surprising the man.

"That was fast, are you a high priest? No regular priest can withstand such power."

"There is nothing to gain from this deal, so shut up and go home." You threw a punch that packed most of your energy.

Even with that, the demon in front of you caught your fist as if he was breathing. Eyes now lidded with boredom as he grumbled inaudibly, tremors rattled down your spine as you were slapped with the realisation of how huge your power difference was.

Even with half of your power, he was able to stop your fist.

You have never felt so small cornered by its natural predator until now.

"Can't we have a normal conversation? I really am trying to talk but instead you threw your fist."

"What did you expect? Do you want me to worship the ground you stand on?"

The demon's face soured, disturbed by the idea. "Ew, don't bother. Just listen to me."

You studied his face now that he's closer. His eyes were painted red like the seed of the ripest pomegranate, black iris narrowed like a cat and thin lips shaded coral and subtle stubbles dotting his jawline.

"What do I even gain from this?"

"Knowledge about the Limbo and demons."

You narrowed your eyes on him. "Isn't there a bounty on the Dark King's brother?"

His mouth cracked to a smile. "That's all for me, it's in our currency."

"Can't I have just a penny?"

"Nope, I made a vault for that reward because I'm confident I can catch him." He spoke with an arrogant grin, you scoffed.

"Then you don't need my help."

"I need your power to do damage, dark magic doesn't hurt those who are familiar with it."

That doesn't make sense, you can't even wound this man in front of you, how does he expect you to help him dispel a legendary demon?

As if he read your mind, he turned to your fist in his palm.

"I'm just putting a lot of energy on that palm, you're actually dealing a lot of damage."

Your eyes widened, turning to your fist before draining away more of your energy to force into your fist, a sharp hiss escaped his lips and you withdrew the rest of your strength.

"That hurts, please appreciate that I am trying my best to communicate."

He is indeed trying, and you commend him for that. Not to mention, the amount of dark magic he's inserting on one part seems limitless.

You would lose with your diminishing mana if you tried to fight him now. So there's only one way out of here.

You unconsciously bit your bottom lip, while the riches were out of question. The knowledge you'd possibly gain from this interaction would be far more valuable, the temple can pass it down to the next generation to help aid the mortals in their fight against the demons.

Would the High Priest agree to such an offer?

"So there's a different demon on the loose?" You inquired and relief flushed the demon's face, his hold on your knuckles loosening and you let it fall to your side.

"So, you're gonna help me out?"

You're not, but if it makes this man leave the overworld, then you'll take the chance. If you couldn't take this man down when you have already reached the divine holiness of the High Priest, then there's no other choice.

You don't trust any of his words but if it gets him back to Limbo, then you'll follow along.

Demons can never stay long in the overworld afterall. It's not worth the conflict it'll cause everyone.

"What can he do? I'm sure I can handle him quickly."

"Sure you can handle him, you were down just with one hit from me."

Your pointed stare at him made him facepalm in disappointment.

Good to know he's aware of offending you.

"We can work together, I can teach you everything the Limbo has and then I get my money afterwards, it sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it?"

You stared at him with that blank look in your eyes once more before letting your arms hang on your side as you sigh. If you're going with a demon of his level, you should at least know the basic details about him.

"What kind of high rank are you?"

He raised an eyebrow as he smirked teasingly.

"Why would you wanna know?"

"If I'm helping someone, shouldn't I at least know who they are?" You said as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, the deadpanned look in your face making him laugh lightly.

The demon then placed a hand on his heart and bent to a 90° angle before straightening up to introduce himself.

"I am Duke Quackity, competitor for a seven deadly sins title."

Your eyes widened at the revelation for a brief moment before ironing it back to an absent look. The journals back home have never indicated any other sins other than Wrath and Pride. This would be a good study and a trophy to show off if you do this right.

The priests will kiss the land you walk on if all goes well.

"Which one of the sins?"

He chuckled. "Couldn't you have guessed it from our conversation earlier, priest?"

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as your mind tracked your conversation with the demon a few minutes ago. He mentioned building a vault for the reward their king has prepared for the victor.

"Is it Greed?"

"Bingo, I'm glad that you're not all brawn, little priest!"

You shouldn't be talking to demons, the looming voice at the back of your head increasing in their volume as you continue to interact with him but it was for the sake of knowledge.

It was a great chance to learn more about the system down in the limbo, you could squeeze every info this big-mouthed demon to pass on to the future generations. He doesn’t seem to mind telling you tales if you asked.

This is a good learning opportunity.

And a chance to escape the temple even for a few days, a voice mumbled in your head that you pushed back as soon as it was uttered, weight settled in your guts as another sound joined in, insisting for an apology.

But for the alliance to work and make sure no soul can sniff his water dam-like power in a crowd of ponds and pitchers. Glancing at the beads wrapped snug on your wrist, an idea formed.

"I'm going to help you but on one condition."

This is a mistake.

You should take him out while he's unguarded.

"Shoot."

Stop, what will his holiness say?

"I need to cut your power in half temporarily, I can't have your dark magic changing everyone around you."

"You promise to not banish me as soon as it's on?" He asked, eyes trained on the beads you are removing from your wrist.

"Yes."

You need to banish him this instant! His holiness will be furious!

"Then chain me up, Cardinal."

#quackity x reader #quackity imagines #dream smp fics #dream smp #mcyt #quackity x reader oneshot #quackity x reader imagines #quackity oneshot #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity fic #quackityhq

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bloodyteeth-png · 7 months

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#qsmp #qsmpblr #qsmp meme #qsmp meetup #qsmp brazil meetup #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp baghera #qsmp fic #qsmp pac #qsmp forever #qsmp quackity #qsmp bagi #qsmp jaiden #qsmp foolish #qsmp missa #if he makes it

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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Quackity leans back in his velvet chair. Joe watches him shuffle the deck. His fingers are pretty fast, Joe thinks, but for a guy who runs a casino, he’s actually sorta slow at it, doing the sorts of things that look flashy for an observer but aren’t fast enough to keep a consistent flow of games going.

“I’ve gotta say, I’m glad you didn’t want to fight me to the death,” Joe says after a moment. “I would have done it, I mean. I’ve done lotsa death-fighting. UHCs and Vechs and did you know how I met Cleo? But—”

“Nah, man,” Quackity says, laying the cards out on the table. “If we’ve got a chance to talk, why not talk? I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Lotta scars for a lover.”

“Well, you know how it is,” Quackity says, gesturing vaguely. “You know how it is.”

“I mean, sure?” Joe says, and his tone must be appropriately confused, because it makes Quackity laugh.

Quackity puts the deck of cards down. “Well, my newest friend, well! Pick your poison.”

“Can I pick something that’s not a poison?”

“If you think you can beat me at cards, sure,” Quackity says magnanimously. “You pick the game, man, it’s the players who decide the poison.”

“Philosophical!” Joe says brightly.

“I try,” Quackity says.

“What would you suggest?” Joe asks.

“I like poker, of course, but blackjack might be easier for a beginner.”

“Well, if I do that I’ll be sure to take hits on sixteen,” Joe says.

“What?”

“The audience at home will get it,” Joe says. Quackity grimaces.

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll remind me of Wilbur. I don’t wanna fucking think about Wilbur, man. Fuck off.”

Joe shrugs. “Maybe we shouldn’t play blackjack.”

“Please.”

They’re both quiet for a moment. Joe plays with his drink. It’s a really nice whiskey; he doesn’t normally get whiskey this nice. It’s on the house, apparently, so he supposes it makes sense; he doesn’t normally visit places that would call themselves “the house”, either.

“It’s almost like we’re in Vegas, so I feel like I should say poker,” Joe says.

“Almost? We’re better,” Quackity says, something almost bitter coloring his tone as he does. Huh.

“Well, it doesn’t snow in Vegas,” Joe says. “I’m pretty sure that’s a desert.”

“And we’re not?”

“It’s snowing.”

Quackity’s quiet for a moment.

“You’re an entertainer, right? That’s what you call yourself, isn’t it? Sometimes, man, you’ve gotta put on a fucking party. A fucking show. Sometimes, you’ve gotta build a desert in a tundra.”

“Or a pinball machine in an ocean,” Joe says sagely.

“What?” Quackity says.

“Well, it’s the only place I was going to have enough space,” Joe says.

“You’re a fucking lunatic. No wonder you managed to beat Wilbur. Sure,” Quackity says.

Joe pauses to think about that one. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment,” he says, finally.

“It’s not,” Quackity says.

“Oh. Uh. Ouch, I guess…?”

Quackity throws his head back and cackles. “Pick a game, man.”

“How do you feel about gin rummy?” Joe says after a moment.

“In a casino?” Quackity says.

“You said we could pick. We’re in the back. And, uh, gotta say, not normally much of a—casinos aren’t my thing.”

Quackity shakes his head. “Yeah, sure, why not then. Let’s play some fucking gin rummy!”

And he deals a hand.

#joe hills #quackity #mcytblr sexyman #a bee fic #joehillssweep #me suddenly sitting bolt upright and going ‘I CAN WRITE ANOTHER ONE OF MY WEIRD CARD METAPHORS’#anyway here you go

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annimator · 4 months

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So if y’all are curious…

Here are the Top QSMP Pairings on AO3 as of New Year’s!

Top 4 Platonic Pairings (when I went through the relationship filter it only showed 4 lol)

1) Wilbur & Tallulah with 593 works

2) Quackity & Wilbur with 250 works

3) Jaiden & Roier with 250 works

4) Chayanne and Philza with 248 works

Top Romantic Pairings

1) Spiderbit (Cellbit/Roier with 1123 works)

2) Fooligetta (Foolish/Vegetta with 536 works)

3) Slimeriana (Slimecicle/Mariana with 514 works)

4) Tntduo (Quackity/Wilbur with 510 works)

5) Fitpac (FitMC/PacTW with 313 works)

6) Pissa (Philza/MissaSinfonia with 259 works)

Overall

1) Spiderbit

2) Wilbur & Tallulah

3) Fooligetta

4) Slimeriana

5) Tntduo

6) Fitpac

7) Pissa

8) Quackity & Wilbur

9) Jaiden & Roier

10) Chayanne & Philza

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quinnonimp · 1 year

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am i still normal

#tntduo #c!tntduo #been drawing sm ctnt as always but since im still sick it all looks lke shit sorry friends #anyway check this out #making a fic out of this but idk im probably never finishing it so feel free to do it urself if ur a writer #tntduo fanart #quackity #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #c!quackity #wilbur soot fanart #quackity fanart #art #doodle #dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #au: pomegranate flowers #tumblrimp

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werenotacoupleyesyouare · 1 year

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Do you remember when c!Wilbur got brought back to life and the first thing he did was march up to the one person who left him letters, who kept talking to him when he wasn't there, to his kinsman and when they saw each other they stood there in silence for a few seconds before exploding in giggles and then like a step missed on a flight of stairs they discovered that the changes they went through didn't fit into each other anymore and now pressed dangerously on soft flesh and open wounds and

#WHO WILL EVER DO IT LIKE THEM????? NO ONE!!!!!!#I'm back on my c!tnt bullshit btw we are so back baby #the fic is coming back too #qtnt is great!! but she will never be them #tntduo #c!tntduo #tnt duo #dsmp #/rp /dsmp #tntblr #wilbur soot #quackity #c!wilbur #c!quackity #revivebur

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saucymalum · 11 months

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Who fell first, and who fell harder MCYT

George: You fell first and harder

Dream: He fell first and harder Sapnap: He fell first, you fell harder

Tommy: He fell first and harder

Punz: You fell first and harder Foolish: He fell first, you fell harder

Quackity: He fell first and harder

Wilbur: You fell first, he fell harder

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt fic #foolish gamers #foolish x reader #tommyinnit x reader #punz x reader #quackity x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp fanfic #sapnap x reader

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edgarallanpoestan · 1 year

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so. instead of studying for finals (which start tomorrow ahahahah) i wrote a 5k tntdads + tilín and tallulah fic. so. thats how im doing. please read it its past 12:30 im so fucking tired i had 2 exams tomorrow starting at 8 am. sobs.

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aikoionic · 2 years

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Dreamy Girl

MASTERLIST

⌇pairing - quackity x reader

⌇summary - Alex, a junior actor, is smitten by [name], a famous actress, but her life isn’t how he made it out to be. With a husband that refuses to reveal the relationship to the public, [name] befriends Alex, but when an ‘accident’ occurs, Alex seeks revenge. (Based on Om Shanti Om)

⌇warnings - angst, character death, fluff as well dw <3

⌇ status - incomplete

⌇ taglist - [open] ask to be added :)

⌇authors note - I love this movie so much, also this is my first fic so sorry if anything is cringy or bad 🤭

prologue

more to be added..

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eepywriters · 4 months

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.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

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extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #birthday fic #GUYS I TRIED #im actually proud of this #speedrun it and it came out good like whaaat #nvm guys it took 6 hours #i’m so tired #not edited

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SFW Alphabet-Quackity

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Warning:Mention of inappropriate touching but nothing in detail

Pronouns:none

Pairings:Quackity x GN!reader

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Quackity's love language is quality time.He thinks that what keeps your relatshionship healthy is that the two of you can sit in a room together doing your own thing and still feel loved.

He's affectionate enough.When you guys are alone he showers you in affection but when you are around other people he keeps it on the down low.

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think we all know what kind of friend he is.Alex Quackity is a very chaotic man so I think your frienship would be very fun and hype.Of course whenever you feel sad he would stop goofing of and help you out.

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh does he love cuddles.At the start of your relatshionship he would be to shy to ask for cuddles but after some time he became confident and now he just jumps on you and demands cuddles.

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He definitely wants to settle down but he doesn't want to rush things.Don't get him wrong he knows that you are THE one but he's just nervous.

He's very tidy and clean so cleaning doesn't bother him,but he can only cook like three meals so you would have to help him out with that.

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would feel very bad and would question it for a few weeks before actually confronting you.He would be very calm on the outside but you could see his fingers slightly shaking and his eyes glistening.He would try to say it in a way that wouldn't hurt you much but he knew no matter how he says it you'll be hurt.

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F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As I said before he doesn't want to rush inro anything so he will probably get married after 3-5 years of relatshionship.

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Behind that loud and chaotic personality lays a very gentle man.He wants to be held but he doesn't know how to ask for it so he'll drop some hints and please pick up on them and reassure him that he doesn't have to ask for your affection.

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs.His hugs feel safe and he'll mostly hug you while you're doing something else like if you're cooking he'll come up behind you and hug you or if you're sitting down and working on something he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and lower his head so he can kiss your cheek.

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He'll wait a bit on this one as well.He'll figure out that he loves you and then after 3 or 4 months after that realization he'll say it.

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not that jealous because he believes you so he won't get jealous if you are just talking to someone or one of his or your friends.He will get jealous if you start to ignore him(why would you do that).He doesn't say anything and stays silent but when you get home he's a lot more clingier.

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to kiss you on your lips because he feels like it's really romantic but when you're busy he'll just come up behind you and kiss your cheek.

He likes to be kissed on the nose because he thinks it's very cute when you do that and he likes being kissed on the cheek.

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's very good around children because his loud personality is very entertaining for them but of course there are children that don't like loud noises so he's a lot more gentle and quiter with them.

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with him are the best.Usually you wake up first and you take your sweet time looking at him and gently brushing his hair out of his eyes.When he finally wakes up he looks at you smiles and then grabs you to cuddle with him

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Because of the lazy mornings spent with him the nights are a bit more lonely.Because he's an influencer he decides to work later in the day so he can have an easy going morning.He likes to work more in the night so he'll work till the early hours of morning and you'll try to stay up but he reassures you that he will be in bed when you wake up.

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a very private person but he'll start to open up slowly.Most of the things you have to pick up by yourself but when he feels comforotable he kind of blurbs everything out.

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's not easily angered.He's very calm when it comes to resolving any issues and he doesn't get angry at you.

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remember absolutely everything. The things that you don't remember ever telling to anyone he'll remember it.He likes to suprise you with things that you mentioned months ago.

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Every moment is his favourite but he definently likes cooking with you the most.Even though he's very bad at cooking he's getting better while learning with you

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Even though he's not that jealous he is very protective.If he sees someone touching you inappropriately or making you uncomfortable this man is literally sprinting towards you and fighting of the creeps.He would wrap his arms around your waist and gently guide you away from them and give them a death stare.

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Quackity would put so much effort in everything.There would be hidden meanings and inside jokes that only two of you knew the meaning of everywhere.He puts so much care into everything he does for you.

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He just sometimes overworks himself and you need to make him go to bed sometimes.

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It changes every few days.Some days he feels like the most handsome man on the earth and sometimes he feels so small in comparison to others.On the days that he feels the latter you are always there to reassure him that you think he is beautiful.

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Quackity is very independent and sometimes he isolates himself from others so he always felt fine being alone but the moment you entered his life he is not letting you go.In conclusion yes he would feel incomplete without you

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I think Quackity is a people pleaser.It just looks like he treauseres his friends a lot and that he would do anything for them.If someone asked him to do something he would most likely do it.

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like self centered people.It's okay when people are exaggerating as a joke,he jokes like that as well,but when people are genuinely rude and don't participate in a conversation if it's not about them he thinks it's a very bad trait.

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He kind of doesn't have any.If he goes to sleep late he will fall asleep the moment his body hits the mattress but usually he just looks at his phone till he falls asleep.

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A/N:My first mcyt/dsmp fic and of course it's a Quackity one.I'll try to write more for mcyts(C! and CC!)and some anime characters.Hope you enjoyed

AJ♡

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