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Famous Owner of Las Navedas Casino ‘Quackity’ Gets Back Together with Old Flame!
On August 4th, 2021, the owner of the world renowned casino Las Navedas known commonly as ‘Quackity’ was caught on camera in a Jewelry Store with none other than Wilbur Soot; a well known indie artist. They appeared to be looking at engagement rings and though no announcement has been made it is safe to assume the two are planning to become serious.
Quackity and Wilbur are not a new relationship however, as they had a controversial affair a few years prior while Quackity was engaged to his first partner J. Schlatt, who died of a heart attack three years ago. The affair had been rather public but had seemingly ended after Soot’s sudden suicide attempt and admission to a mental facility. Now that Soot has been released however, it appears they are back on.
Many fans and admirers of both of these men are astounded and taken aback. It is well known by now that Quackity is a serial romancer and considering he had just broken off his engagement with his former two fiancés Karl Jacobs and ‘Sapnap’ just a year prior it is no wonder why so many are confused. Many worry that this is just another relationship for Quackity to get into and then have fall apart. Others say their concern is of Soot’s more erratic behavior; as before he was released he was caught many times acting vaguely violent or out of it.
Is this relationship destined to be a shocking happily ever after or to crumble to the ground? Only time will tell.
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Quackity has been engaged three times.
To most, he looks like a slut. Some guy who dates someone for two weeks and decides they’re the one. And admittedly, maybe it’s a bit accurate. Quackity has never seen the problem with being a little optimistic though; better to at least try then look the other way and lose your chance.
The main point is, he’s been proposed to three times over (well, four if he counted that one time but Quackity had never counted it before and he wasn’t about to start now). Each in… wildly different ways.
With Schlatt, it had been infuriatingly low key. Quackity had been working under the man for a few years by then as an intern; just having gotten out of law school and desperate for work. He’d liked his boss well enough, despite the fucker always being drunk off his ass. So, when the guy had asked him to marry him in what Quackity thought was a joke well, he joked right back and said yes.
Spoiler alert, it wasn’t a joke.
Quackity still doesn’t really know why Schlatt asked him. Not that he thinks the older wasn’t interested in him (the man’s comments were enough to make it clear he was) but Schlatt never seemed to be the type to want to be married. A large part of him thinks it may have been for Tubbo; Schlatt’s son who looks eerily similar to him. The drunk bastard couldn’t take care of the kid himself so he dragged Quackity into it.
Not that he can be too angry about the Tubbo thing; Quackity loves his son.
Schlatt’s ring had been pretty shit too; a single emerald on a silver band. He knows logically it couldn’t have been cheap but it certainly looked like it. Quackity had thrown the thing into the ocean at a nearby beach while there with Wilbur; angry at the world and covered in bruises.
Later, he would look up the meaning behind emeralds in engagement rings. Unlikely to last. How fitting.
The death of Schlatt had been shocking to most. They had thought him a brilliant (if cruel) businessman who couldn’t be taken down no matter the problem. It hadn’t occurred to any of them that the fucker could simply keel over one day.
With how much Schlatt had drank though, Quackity had seen it coming.
He’d convinced the older to make Quackity Tubbo’s godfather and then waited with bated breath. The relationship had been hell and Quackity had been anything but sad when his fiancé dropped dead just two weeks after and Tubbo officially went under his care.
Then he met Karl and Sapnap. He’d been at some refined party trying to make connections when the two had approached them. At the time, they had already been engaged; a bright amethyst on Karl’s finger and an amber on Sapnap’s. Quackity had hit it off with them almost instantly and a few months later he was being invited into their engagement.
They’d done it at some park, late at night when the moon was out and full. It had been date night and they were all dressed nicely; Quackity pulling out his suspenders, Sapnap his tie and Karl one of his nicer dresses. The two had let out some long speech about how much they loved him and cared about him and wanted to be with him and well, how could Quackity just say no to that?
The ring was much nicer than the one Schlatt had given him. A dark sapphire settled onto a golden band. He’d kept it around even after the engagement was called off; strung on a golden chain around his neck and hidden beneath his shirt.
Quackity doesn’t know where it all went wrong. He’d never been in a polycule before and a large part of him was worried about what the media would say. Another part of him spent his time walking on eggshells around his partners, trying to not set them off. He knows logically they’d never hurt him but… well, Schlatt hadn’t exactly been nice when he was still around.
Maybe they’d just gotten tired of dealing with him; with his freak outs and panic and illogical requests. Maybe they’d realized that while Quackity was a pretty face he certainly wasn’t easy to deal with.
Either way, about a year and a half into their relationship the other two booked a trip to some vacation spot without Quackity. They had taken their friend George instead. Maybe if that had been it then they could have recovered, could have communicated and came to some understanding. The real killer was that they had left without telling him.
Quackity will never forget the utter panic he felt at the sight of his home empty one day; his fiancés essential items and even some more loved things just gone. He would never forget the anger he had to smother when Tubbo told him what he really happened.
He’d left when they’d come back; already having packed his things and loaded them into his car. Sending Tubbo over to hang out at his friend’s house, Quackity had waited inside their little apartment until his fiancés walked through the front door. Then they argued and argued and argued. Until eventually, Quackity got up and left.
The announcement that the engagement had been cut off spread like wildfire the next morning.
After that, Quackity had thought himself done with relationships. He’d scraped together a casino with the last of Schlatt’s money that had ended up becoming known world-wide. He’d managed to get a nice house for Tubbo and him and enough money to send the kid to college twice over if he wanted. Things were good and Quackity knew all too well how quickly a relationship could derail that.
Then, Wilbur fucking Soot had been released from the mental facility he’d been put into.
Quackity hadn’t even known at first; too busy with the casino to pay much attention to anything else. So, it’s not surprising to hear that he’d actually dropped a glass out of shock when Wilbur simply strolled into his casino and up to the bar like it was nothing. Like the last time Quackity had heard from him hadn’t been right before he’d tried to kill himself and then gotten himself pushed into a facility for years.
“Big Q!” Wilbur had crowed, smiling like a Cheshire cat. He’d changed in the years since Quackity had last seen him; hair now streaked with thick white strands and eyes hidden behind blood red sunglasses. He’d still worn the damn trench coat he’d worn before he’d gotten admitted though, still just as tattered and torn as Quackity remembered. He thinks he vaguely recognizes the ratty yellow sweater Wilbur wears as well; worn with age and held together by paper clips and blue stitching.
The two of them had fallen back into their old banter with ease; talking like they had just seen each other just a few days prior. They were flirting and bickering and it was like nothing had changed at all. It was only when Sam (the manager of Las Navedas) came up to tell him that it was time to close that Quackity even realized how much time had passed.
He’d seen Wilbur again quite a few times after that; mostly at cafés or at the bar again. It was a nice distraction from the stress of life, just sitting down and catching up with Wilbur. There was some sort of… silent understanding between them at all times that Quackity could never find the words to explain. Just that they sort of… got each other.
Maybe that understanding is what led to the sudden change in their relationship.
They had been talking at the bar when the news on the tv above switched to an… interesting topic. Quackity had found himself tuning out Wilbur’s words entirely as he turned to look at the woman sitting behind a blue desk. “As you may have seen from Karl Jacobs Instagram, the historian and his fiancé Sapnap are officially tying the knot soon. Their wedding will be held on September first and it is guaranteed to be a big event. How their former fiancé Quackity feels on this issue is unknown however-“
“Q?” Wilbur had asked, brows furrowed. “You were engaged… again?”
“Yes… though we broke up almost a year ago and it’s a long story so it doesn’t matter much. What do you want to drink?”
“Surprise me,” Wilbur had said, as he always did. Then he’d leaned forward, grinning with that look in his eyes that always said he was planning something. “Quackity, I have an idea. What if you and I get engaged?”
Quackity had sputtered, turning to glare at Wilbur who merely smiled wider. “Come on, Q, think about it! Two guys in a controversial affair getting engaged just around the time one of the guy’s ex-fiancés are getting married? There’s no better drama than that.”
“Still as dramatic as always,” Quackity had growled, “what makes you think I want anything to do with drama anymore, Soot?”
The taller’s smiled had dimmed a little, “I know you Q, you wouldn’t give up on a relationship unless they did something really awful. Why don’t we get back at them?”
“Fine,” Quackity had bit out, unable to believe what he was getting himself into. “We’ll get engaged and then break up in a few months. Sound good?”
“Perfect.”
Things had moved quickly after that, from purposely getting caught in the jewelry store to all kinds of other places around town. The media was pouncing on every scrap of it, desperate for every little detail. The main thing they were all wondering was who proposed and how?
Quackity nor Wilbur would ever tell them but it went down like this; they had first gone to the engagement store to get a ring. Wilbur had picked which one it was out and Quackity had paid for it (because really, Wilbur had no money). It was a nice ring actually, a silver band with ornate designs and a glistening red ruby in the middle. Quackity couldn’t find it in himself to complain about the price when it was beautiful.
Originally, that was supposed to be it. They would get the rings and say Wilbur had proposed and Quackity had said yes and that would be that. Wilbur, the dramatic fuck that he is, apprently had other plans.
He’d taken Quackity out to a very familiar beach early the next morning. So early, in fact, that it was dark outside when they entered the park. They had stood out there for awhile, talking quietly to each other while Wilbur fiddled with the ring he’d insisted Quackity give back to him.
Then, the sun had began to rise. It colored the sky in beautiful yellows and pinks and oranges and Quackity was so busy staring at it that he had almost missed Wilbur getting down on one knee.
“Wilbur, what are you-“
“Will you, Quackity,” Wilbur had interrupted, voice soft as he took Quackity’s hand and pressed a light kiss the back of his palm. “Marry me in the name of publicity?”
Quackity had certainly had more genuine proposals given to him before but he could say with absolute certainty none of them had ever been quite that beautiful.
“Yes.”
Three engagements, three rings; one in the ocean, one around his neck, and now, one on his finger.