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Everyone has their own definition of peace. For Multi, it means freedom to conduct his research without limits. But with failed experiments piling up and resources running thin, his work hits a wall.
An invitation to a peace banquet in the North is not what he wanted – but it might be exactly what he needed.
An unexpected meeting opens the door to far more opportunities than he ever imagined.
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29 Jun 2026
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“hey, uh, i figured you could probably make use of some notes because um.. you know, you doing your stuff. so like, if you uhh.. if i have any if your contacts to send ‘em to ya, that’d be nice—”
“so you just want my number?”
“well, no, you need the notes.”
“hm, fair.”
he takes quackity’s pen and grabs his arm, his grip bordering rough, writing the number on it. quackity froze in his place for a moment before pulling away after he had finished writing.
“you uh.. could’ve just wrote it on paper. we have that.”
— or: qsmp modern college au that might be naukosick focused
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02 Jun 2026
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Then, the music stopped and a different voice spoke, an old man’s voice, as if it were on a radio. And the music started again, more cheerful this time.
“What does it mean?” Mutli turned around to look at Quackity.
“It means,” he locked eyes with Multi. “As long as you're alive, you should love as much as you can.”
This time he saw a gentle smile on Quackity's face, like he meant those words. Maybe he did and that's why he chose that song.
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Multi gets jealous of Quackity and Schlatt dancing but he gets to dance with him when they're alone <3
or or
Quackity teaching Multi the lyrics of Baile Inolvidable (bad bunny song, yeah)
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27 May 2026
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Multi faltered for a second, “I just— fuck, okay, I haven’t eaten in a while. I can’t exactly go out and hunt, because these fuckass alarms don’t differentiate between me and the clone, so I won’t know if it comes to the lab, and I can’t have him rummaging through my shit while I waste my time eating.”
“You know that you could’ve just asked me to bring you something, right?”
“It has to be fresh. And big enough so that I can get full, because once I start, the hunger is going to get ten times worse.”
“...am I enough?” Quackity asked without a second passing, the question pushing onto his lips before he could really think it through.
But it was, admittedly, something that he wanted.
OR: Multi looks sick, and even though he isn't, Quackity still helps.
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- Part 4 of naukosick loose au
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16 May 2026
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They looked as if they were Quackity’s pride and joy.
He couldn't possibly not envy that.
The sight itself made him want to take the binding off — but he knew that he couldn’t, too aware that once his wings were free, he wouldn’t be able to put it back on for a few hours at least.
So instead of doing that, which would be stupid, he decided to do something even worse.
His hand reached out without control, his fingers slowly touching the top of Quackity’s wings, almost melting at how soft they were — for approximately two seconds, because that’s how long it took for the man to jump away from his touch.
OR: Multi is weirdly fascinated by Quackity's wings. Somehow, it's his wings that end up being taken care of (and some more).
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- Part 2 of naukosick loose au
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16 May 2026