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Quackity was laying on the couch, watching a random show on Hulu, when Sapnap walked in. First, he stood in front of Quackity, showing the sprawled-out boy his hand. Quackity took it without looking and gave him a kiss on the top of his hand.
Sapnap gave an indistinct noise of annoyance and proceeded to drape his body on top of Quackity, sticking his hand in Quackity’s face. Quackity squawked in surprise, and moved to hold the boy on top of him. Sapnap simply pushed his arms away and kept his hand in Quackity’s face. “Look at my hand!” He whined.
Quackity sighed and proceeded to cross his eyes to look at Sapnap’s hand, which he knew grossed the boy out. Sure enough, he made a disgusted noise and drew his hand back slightly. “What’s wrong with your hand, Sap?”
“I got a paper cut!” He wailed, sitting up and examining his fingers. Then he pouted, looking over at Quackity. “And it really hurts.”
Quackity sighed and then chuckled, sitting up and readjusting his beanie. “You decided to come over here and squash me into the size of an Oompa Loompa because of a paper cut?”
“So, I didn’t crush you too much?” Sapnap snickered, flicking Quackity’s knee. Catching Quackity’s angry expression, he added, “I’m kidding, all jokes, don’t kill me.”
“Answer me,” Quackity said, drawing out the ‘e.’
Sapnap looked away, blushing embarrassedly. “Maybe.” He felt Quackity start shaking beneath him, suppressing laughter. “Karl wanted to use the stingy stuff on it!”
“The disinfectant?” Quackity was finally laughing openly. He pushed Sapnap fully off of him, sitting with his legs crossed, drawing his lover’s hand towards his face, examining the fingers for the culprit. “It doesn’t even hurt for that long!”
Finally, he found it. The cut was a tiny little thing. If you hadn’t been aware that you’d sustained it, you would’ve known the next time you applied hand sanitizer. It was on Sapnap’s ring finger; Quackity smiled a little at the two rings that sat there. “Maybe not for you!” Sapnap continued protesting the rubbing alcohol solution.
“Do you want me to kiss is better?” Quackity asked teasingly, looking up from the rings to meet Sapnap’s eyes.
“Pfft! I’m not five,” Sapnap took his hand away, rolling his eyes. “I will take an actual kiss, though. That would be very nice.”
Now it was Quackity’s turn to roll his eyes. “Come here, dummy,” he said, pulling Sapnap in to press a small kiss on his lips.
“Is that all?” Sapnap whined. “Please, I’m in immense, immeasurable pain over here!”
“Oh alright, fine! But only because you’re in so much pain from a tiny, little paper cut.” Quackity pulled Sapnap in for another kiss, this one longer and deeper then the last.
“Thaaaaank you, Quackity, husband and ruler and joy of my heart.” Sapnap grinned, laughing and leaning into the couch cushions.
“Did I hear that right? Just Quackity?” Karl teased, appearing in the hall between the kitchen and the living room, where Sapnap and Quackity were. “Careful, Sapnap. You’re gonna make me feel unwanted.”
Sapnap gasped. “And how could I forget you, Karl? My two beloved husbands. One of which tried to hurt me more than I already am,” he shot a pointed look at his second husband.
“Oh no,” Karl gasped mockingly, throwing a hand to his forehead. “My husband won’t let me care for him to make sure the mortal wound he has sustained shall not be infected, whatever shall we do?!”
Quackity cackled, getting up to give Karl a quick kiss, before stepping into the kitchen. It was his turn to make dinner tonight, and he would be sure not to mess it up this time. Karl plopped down next to Sapnap, pulling him close and placing an affectionate kiss on his forehead before unpausing Quackity’s show.
Quackity did not mess it up. He ended up making tacos, simple and easy, but good. After eating, they decided to play Uno, which turned into a pillow fight with lots of screeches and laughter. They laid on the floor for at least have an hour calming down and giggling occasionally, before going upstairs to head to bed.
Sapnap immediately grabbed his clothes and crossed to the bathroom. “I really have to piss, sorry.” He said, shutting the door. Unbothered, Karl picked out a T-shirt- probably Sapnap’s -and a pair of sweatpants and started changing.
Quackity stalled as much as he could, he rummaged around in his drawers as long as he could for something to sleep in; he changed out of his pants first, anything to avoid taking his shirt off. Now that Quackity thought about it, he hadn’t ever taken his shirt off around his husbands, despite being together for so long.
They didn’t question it, though. Maybe it was his wings? Well, that was sort of right. It wasn’t that Quackity was ashamed of his wings, it was that he didn’t have them. Schlatt had plucked feathers and trimmed his wings torturously during their marriage and his presidency, and one day he had cut them off entirely. It had been extremely painful, and Quackity didn’t like to think about it. There were nasty twin scars on his back because of it, and he didn’t want his husbands to see something so ugly.
Sighing, and mentally bracing himself, Quackity took off his beanie, setting it on the nightstand, and began unbuttoning his shirt as fast as he could. Finally, the reveal. He slid the shirt down his shoulders, off of his arms, and was about to put his pajama shirt on, when cool arms sliding around his waist stopped him. It was Karl.
“Karl, wha-?” Quackity began, but Karl shushed him. He felt the boy tracing down the scar on his left shoulder with feather-light fingers, and shivered.
Suddenly, Quackity felt warm lips on the place where Karl’s fingers had been moments ago. Karl placed light kisses all up the left scar, and all down the right one. God, how his touch was comforting. Calming. Like the moment you fell to your knees, screaming, as if nothing would ever be right again, nothing would ever be warm and kind or soft, and someone listened. Something warm and kind and soft listened and helped to pick up the shards of you. It had to have hurt, right? Screaming that loud. It must have broken off a little piece of you, a little bit of trust, given away, gilded in silver and starlight, to the things that kept you alive. The warm, the kind, the soft.
It was a fuzzy feeling. A damp, sunflower yellow. It was lying under clouds in a meadow of flowers, or dancing in the rain.
Softer.
It was the moment you woke up at a party, everyone living and oozing truth like a waterfall of soft perfume, and realized that this would forever be a memory. A memory that would remain untouched by future relationships with those people. A memory to remember.
It was everything nice. Every small, generous, convenience. Ice water at 3:00 A.M. A perfectly ripe strawberry. Purple sunsets and sleepy yawns, so euphorically exhausted. You could do anything at that moment. You felt real at that moment. Happy.
That was what Quackity felt as Karl’s soft lips traveled down his scars. “Wha- why… did you do that?” Quackity asked hoarsely, clearing his throat. He felt a hot tear fall from his lashes, racing down his cheek.
“No one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” Karl murmured, dragging his fingers down Quackity’s scars again, before settling into a soft embrace.
Quackity let out a quiet sob, his chest heaving, his eyes closed, tears flowing freely. He heard the bedsheets rustle in front of him, and the mattress slant a bit. He was being pulled into Sapnap’s arms and Karl was rubbing circles in his back to calm him down. Sapnap smiled sadly at Karl, who returned it. There were tears in his eyes, too. He had heard stories from Quackity and Tubbo about Schlatt, but never this. He knew it had been bad but he didn’t know just how bad. Every drop of pain and anger and hurt and sadness that had been poured into Quackity’s heart over the years seemed to pour out of him as he cried.
“It’s okay, duckie,” Sapnap whispered, kissing Quackity’s head softly. “I know it hurts. You’re doing so good, though. Me and Karl are so, so proud of you. We love you, Quackity. We really, really do.”
Sapnap and Karl continued whispering soothing, loving words to their husband as he cried it out. Eventually, Quackity’s breathing slowed and became steady, showing he had passed out in Sapnap’s arms. Lowering himself carefully Sapnap laid down with Quackity at his side. Karl slid in next to Sapnap, hugging Quackity and pulling him close. “He’s in so much pain,” Karl whispered sadly.
“I know, love; I know.” Sapnap replied. “We’ll be here for him, every step of the way.”
“Yes,” Karl agreed, nodding against the back of Quackity’s neck. “Good night, Sap. I love you.”
“Night Karl, I love you, too.”