Under Three Skies

Thank the deities, Quackity got there on time. He didn't even pause for a breath when he screamed. "Stop fucking fighting!"

"This is none of your business, Quackity." Dream says, staring straight at Techno and gauging his next move.

Technoblade's grip on his sword tightened slightly. "It'll be over soon. Quackity, please stay far away."

"Stop!" Quackity never knew he could sound so hurt, and he did. "Why the hell are you fighting for this stupid mess when I love you both!?"

And there it was, the confession that rang true. It was a stupid, blurted confession but it was honest.

A beat.

A second.

The world seemed to have stopped flowing until Quackity finally got the energy to run away, unable to fathom what they were thinking as silence screamed in his ears.

In which Dream and Technoblade built a rivalry against the other for Quackity's attention while both being equally oblivious for their reciprocated feelings. The duck hybrid being aware yet unsure how to handle being in love with them both. A romance story at an inappropriate time. Written by yours truly with a lot of complications and misunderstanding at its finest.