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It's been five years since they started dating, it started when Techno killed him during a survival competition. He didn't even know why he join the said competition when he sucks at survival games.
He found out, the man himself was famous for his high survival and win rate. It interest him at one point, till interest became obsession. The man was powerful, handsome and smart, what all could you ask for.
He didn't know what comes into him, when he asked him out, he was rejected but he was persistent.
And Quackity knows all about persistence and after being rejected for 107th time, the man finally said yes.
Techno was known for his power, his wit, and his dreaded emotionless facade.
He kills, he survive, he takes the crown. That's his daily life until a certain man came into his life. An annoying man who can't take no for an answer.
He even entertain the thought of killing the man as long as he leaves him alone.
Everyday with his cute smile, his laughter, his annoying pick up lines finally collapse the iron wall of the Blood God and now he's just a simple man, with his fiance living his life away from the violence.
"What are you doing, Feathers?" Techno looks at his fiance who's hand is up the cookie jar that he specifically said not to touch.
"Eating? I'm hungry"
"We just ate dinner..You know you're not supposed to eat sweets before bedtime"
"I know I'm not a child." Techno sighed at the look of his lover, picking him up and carrying him in his arms as the said hybrid pouts still holding the jar.
"If you're not a child, then put the cookie jar down, so we can sleep."
"No! The baby wants cookies!"
"What baby?"
"The baby!"
"We are not getting the baby till tomorrow morning...."
"But aren't i your baby?"
"Of course, my favorite"
"Then do i get to eat a cookie?"
"No."
"WHAAT?"
"We should call him, Randy" Techno looked at the child his fiance is holding, Phil dropped off the child an hour earlier, the baby was an enderman hybrid, left at Phil's doorstep few days ago. Quackity got all mother hen and finally made up his mind to adopt the child, Techno wasn't that happy at first but seeing his lover all happy makes him happy too.
"That's a weird ass name, I'm not naming our child Randy."
"Better than Ranboo"
"Ranboo is a cute name better than Tubster or whatever Dream named his son."
"It's Tubbo and it's a good name."
"Oh i see, we're taking Dream's side now? Ranboo is an ugly name while Tubster is good?"
"I'm not saying it's ugly, I'm just saying we can pick better name."
"Like what? Randy? That's like calling our child basic name like Charlie or Tristan."
"Charlie would cry if he heard you call his name basic."
"It is a basic ass name, you're called Technoblade, and I'm Quackity, we are not naming our child Randy."
"We can just compromise and use Randy as his legal name and Ranboo as his nickname, Feathers."
"How about asking Dream for fun names, since he's the only one you agree on?"
"We are still not done with Dream???"
"So you agreed on naming him Ranboo?"
Techno just sighed as his father laughed at him.
"You're whipped, mate"
"Like you can talk."
"True."
"So when are you going to tell Wilbur about Tommy."
"Never, I'll just wait till he noticed."
Techno was in the porch napping when he heard his lover's footsteps coming down from the bedroom.
"Techno stop teaching our child nonsense."
"What do you mean?"
"Stop teaching our child big words!!"
"Government Propaganda isn't a big word"
"What are you teaching our child?!"
Quackity was annoyed to the roof, as this Drug dealer looking president, who unfortunately is also his future brother in law crashed into their house in the middle of the night.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Wilbur, it's 2am stop shouting."
"Why didn't no one told me Dad had another child?"
"How did you find out?"
"He went to my house and left the gremlin there, now I'm stuck with this yellow bastard." He picked up his jacket to reveal the drooling child laying on a chicken egg basket.
"Why did you put him in the basket?"
"Where else should i put him? I don't know how to take care of a child???!!"
Quackity who snapped, picked up the drooling child while kicking the two brothers out, if they're not going to sleep then they should let people sleep.
"Dad, why is Uncle Wilbur not allowed in the house?"
"We don't let government people in the vicinity of our home."
"Is it because they're greedy?"
"Yes."
"Stop trying to turn our child into an anarchist, Techno"
"It's a family job."
"Can i have some water Ranboo?"
"Did you know Uncle Wilbur, Dad says that you're a pro-government person, and government people aren't to be trusted because they're liars and greedy."
"So are you going to give me a glass of water, Ranboo?"
"No."
"I'm dying of thirst here."
"Granpa, what are we going to do today?"
"I'm teaching you and Tubbo redstone. Tommy wouldn't have the attention span to listen to any of this, so he's not joining."
"You see Granpa, Dad calls redstone witchcrafts." Ranboo said.
"Daddy calls them a waste of time." Tubbo added.
"I don't even remember the reason why i let my children marry those idiots."
The two kids just shrugged their shoulder without looking up answering,
"Love i guess."
Sam just sighed at the two children hoping they grow up fine.
George sighed at the weeping body of his little brother at his dining table.
"So you're telling me, your son got sick over the summer and now he grew? That's puberty Quackity."
"It's not just he grew, he's as tall as his father now!"
"What do you mean?"
Hearing a knock from the door, George got up and opened the door to see his nephew who looks like he wouldn't fit through the door even if he tries to.
"You told me he grew?"
"Yes."
"You didn't tell me he grew into a lamppost?!"
"Is he still crying?"
"Dad, my baby is taller than me now."
"It's puberty, we can't help it."
"I want my baby back!!!"
"Did Feathers stop crying?"
"No, and please take your husband back before he flood my house in tears."
"What do you mean marrying Tubbo, Ranboo?"
"We're getting married, Papa"
"No i heard you but why?"
"Love i guess...and taxes?"
"Techno are you hearing this?"
"Yes, they said they're getting married."
"And you're not saying anything at all?"
"Why? They want to get married, let them get married??? What's the problem??"
"Problem??! They're seventeen?!"
"We are also going to adopt a child, we agreed on calling him Michael."
"That's a problem!!! We are not using basic names in this household!!"
"What's the problem with Michael, Papa, Uncle Dream said it's a good name."
"Oh i see, so we're taking Dream's side now? If I didn't argue with your Dad, i would have a child name Randy!"
"Are we still not over that? It's been seventeen years, feathers."
"Randy is a good name, Papa"
"IT'S NOT!!!"