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To say Quackity was nervous was an understatement.

He felt out of place, his clothes too tight, shoes too big, belt not secure enough. A couple strands of hair are in his eyes, and his wing-ears won’t stop fluttering anxiously. He’s so flustered that he can’t even fasten his tie right, when wearing a tie was his basic uniform in Las Nevadas.

He groans loudly, having isolated himself for a bit just to try and get his head on straight. Puffy advised it, saying that all of the decorations were gonna be fine, and that Quackity had nothing to worry about, so he should just go off by himself for a bit to cool off.

But Quackity had everything to worry about. That was the problem, actually!

Even a year after Dream’s death, he still felt overwhelmed. Las Nevadas’ casino was running, but there was no imminent threat of destruction from Kinoko- or anyone else, for that matter. Quackity couldn’t help but be worried- sometimes, he didn’t even really believe his life right now. It felt like he was dreaming.

He’d never been so… happy. It was weird.

He fidgets with the tie again, and when he is unsuccessful in his attempts to tie and tighten it, he makes a chirpy-noise of distress.

Karl had convinced him to show off his wings, these days. These yellow-feathered things that let him fly were dreadfully unattended to. They were deadweight on his back, but- Karl and Sapnap urged him to stop binding them. They looked up in books how to preen feathers and tried their best, but Quackity’s wings still felt wholly wrong attached to his body.

So, they’d requested the help of the local avian expert- Mr. Philza Minecraft. Who, instead of helping, sent his gangly son, Wilbur. Wilbur, who’s crow-wings had been stunted since he was a teenager. Apparently, though, he knew the basics of flight because of what he remembered when he was a kid. Philza wrote out some manuals for them, too.

Without the looming, seething presence of Dream, it was easier to breathe. Easier to think. Wilbur seemed more at ease now, especially since Tommy was at ease. Oh, Tommy. Tommy, the lanky kid who Quackity had asked to be his best man. Tommy, who also insisted on tossing flowers into the crowd and aisle with Ranboo and Tubbo. Tommy, who shouted and jumped for joy but also made faces and gagged because, “Big Q? Married? Ugh, so gross! Especially getting married to a couple a’ men!”

And Quackity laughed. He laughed, loud and proud and reminiscent of a duck’s quack. He tussled Tommy’s hair, and Tommy screamed in outrage before Quackity insisted, “You’ll understand when you’re older, kid.”

Quackity and Wilbur were on relatively decent terms. They’d put off their rivalry some time ago in favor of helping defeat Dream once and for all. But, of course, their competitiveness was bones-deep, and now Wilbur worked in the casino on his own terms. He got dressed up, groomed his stubble and his wild hair, and used his charisma to hustle the patrons. Tommy also got a cut of his check, and Tommy must have swindled himself extra cash, because the kid was also getting a cut of Sam’s check.

(Knowing Sam, that must be entirely intentional.)

Wilbur taught him how to preen his wings, actually. It was an extremely odd conversation in the evening, under the soft glow of the hanging lanterns in Quackity’s tower.

They’d discussed feelings, of old memories, and they reminisced. What could have been was a thing that settled heavy at the front of the brain, but Wilbur promised he was doing better. He was glad they could be friends, and Quackity couldn’t help but agree.

His wings had never felt better. How funny it was, to be vulnerable in front of an old enemy. Even older than that, though, was their friendship. They held each other tight in the late hours of the night, thanked one another for the company, and went on their way.

Quackity begins to pace in his room. He hasn’t seen Karl or Sapnap all day, which was obviously intentional. He wasn’t supposed to see the grooms before they reached the aisle- and from what he understood, all three of them would be walking at the same time. Apparently Puffy and Foolish were in charge of how the specifics were set up, although he and his fiance’s picked the theme.

(There wasn’t really a theme, because none of them could decide.)

His hands go to his hair, and when he realizes- fuck, there’s product in it, I can’t touch it- he goes to pulling at his wing-ears, pinching embedded feathers and tugging just a little too harsh.

It was a bad habit he’d picked up from his last marriage. It’s part of the reason he didn’t want his wings out at all.

There’s a knock at the door and Quackity jumps to attention, rubbing his hands together as he goes to stand in front of the mirror again. He’s in his tower, in a room that’s been sectioned off with curtains just in case Karl or Sapnap stop by. From what he knew, they were getting ready individually in Kinoko, and then coming over on horse. Everything had been coordinated so they all wouldn’t see each other until the ceremony.

The entire server had been invited, and everyone wanted to help. Well, almost everyone.

Quackity didn’t mind that Techno and Philza decided against showing up. Phil said he was busy with Lady Death, and Techno, simply put, had “better things to do.” Fortunately, his rejection of the invitation wasn’t from a place of ill-will.

Even a year later, he and Techno weren’t on the best of terms. Of course, Quackity wasn’t really upset by this. He’d been better with his own emotions, as of late. The healing process has been long and rocky, but having Sapnap and Karl in his life again has made things infinitely easier.

“Come in,” Quackity calls, and he ignores the way his voice cracks over the words. He swallows and pretends like he isn’t a nervous mess.

The door opens, and the curtain is drawn, and Quackity can tell by the heavy footsteps it’s none other than Sam.

“How’re things going up here?” He asks in a kind way. Quackity knows it’s to try and ease his nerves, but he feels like he’s about to molt all of his feathers off.

Quackity groans at another failed attempt with his tie. He turns over his shoulder, and Sam looks as though he can feel the worry radiating from him in waves.

Over the last year, Sam has become infinitely more comfortable with himself. The wrinkle lines of his face have faded into obscurity, and the bags under his eyes have lightened significantly. Some of the stress is still there, though- it was a kind of burden that’d carved heavy lines into Sam’s bones.

Sam didn’t use his bionic eye anymore. Instead, he opted for an eyepatch, like Puffy sometimes wears. He’d taken the eye out after they’d all put Dream into the ground, and he buried it with him. Quackity thinks it was the equivalent of spitting on Dream’s grave.

Sometimes, he knows Sam visits that damn graveyard. He thinks it’s to itch closer and closer to closure, but Sam must be well aware that he’d never get it. He wouldn’t get what he was looking for, whatever that may be.

Sam’s scar travels diagonally across his face, covered by an eyepatch with a red-string trim. He’d taken his mask off today, and his smile was a little dopey. Even his dimples had returned to his face, and Quackity thinks that is a feat in itself.

Sam’s been doing better. From what he knows, he’s been very happy having settled himself at Foolish’s Summer Home.

“Need some help?” Sam offers, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. He gently holds Quackity by the shoulders, turning the dark-haired man to face him. He undoes the too-janky knots and redoes them with a special kind of tenderness- one that he used for Quackity only.

He finishes the tie, and it’s completely smooth and perfect. He turns Quackity back to the mirror and steps behind him, his grin wide on his face. His eye crinkles when he smiles, too, and Quackity can only think about how far Sam has come.

Sam buried the Warden with Dream.

Quackity has demons he’s put to rest, too.

He doesn’t really know if Schlatt ever got proper closure. He’d never seen his ghost wandering after Lady Death restored the server’s Imbalance, so he hopes that the ram-man didn’t stick around. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he saw the stupid ghost at his wedding, but it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Thanks,” he says with a sigh, and Sam laughs softly.

“Reminds me of my first official date with Ponk,” he says, wistful. “I was a clammy, nervous teenager. I got really flustered when me and Foolish started properly courting, too…”

Quackity elbows him lightly, a tiny smile on his face. “I’m not a teenager.”

Sam holds Quackity kindly, squeezing at the soft space between his collarbone and pressing a couple of knots in his upper back with his thumbs. “Hmmm, I know. But I remember when you were one. How time flies!”

Sam steps back as Quackity takes a few more glances at his appearance. He spreads his arms a bit- “I look fine, right?”

“You look amazing,” Sam affirms, his tone a little more airy. He used to talk so monotone, but that had definitely changed over this past year. He copies the inflections of people he cares about, and it has led to Sam mimicking the speech patterns of both Tommy and Foolish. “The blue looks nice on you.”

Quackity stares at himself in the mirror as Sam grabs his blazer from its hanger. His clothes are ironed and perfectly tailored to his body, and Sam helps adjust the blazer on his torso. He tucks the tie into the vest under the blazer, all of his clothes a synchronized deep, navy blue. The tie is red, and Sam turns around again to find the pin-box with Las Nevadas' signature star logo. Quackity’s pride and joy had to go on his suit- it was just natural.

Sam pins it to his blazer, tongue poking through lips and sharp teeth as he focuses to make everything perfect. Then the man begins to fiddle with Quackity’s hair, making sure it’s flat in some areas and that there are no strands out of place. Quackity didn’t want to wear his beanie today, and Sapnap wasn’t planning on wearing his bandana.

It was strange- they were overdressed, yet Quackity felt underdressed. He has no idea what the other two’s outfits are going to be, but he’s certain that he will love them no matter what.

“Take a deep breath,” Sam tells him, and Quackity exhales sharply. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath, too, as Sam worked. Sam makes a motion with his hand and Quackity follows along, breathing in and out until he stopped trembling so much.

“It doesn’t need to be perfect, Q. Everything will work out, as it’s supposed to.”

Quackity swallows, but he’s still too nervous to do much else. His wing-ears flutter as he tucks his wings against his back, and Sam walks off to get Quackity a water bottle. He’s grateful as he takes it into his hands, unscrewing the cap and drinking almost feverishly.

“I can’t calm down,” Quackity whines, setting the bottle down as he begins to pace around again. Sam takes a seat in a chair nearby, watching with a quiet intensity. Sam knows what it’s like to constantly feel the pin-needles of anxiety across your body. It’s agonizing in how it exhausts the brain.

“You’re excited, I get it. But you’re gonna stress yourself to death if you don’t settle. Breathe with me, yeah?” Sam begins, and Quackity mimics his breathing patterns once again. It must have been something he was taught in his physical therapy sessions with Ponk. Sam had been able to go longer and longer without wearing his mask, and he planned to try and keep it off for the entire wedding day today. Of course, he always had emergency ones on standby. Sam was a paranoid guy, and being over-prepared was kind of a signature thing for him. Quackity was sure that there was some weird, overly-complex plan for any kind of fault or problem during the wedding today.

He can imagine it now, Sam pulling out a leather-bound journal with scrawls of writing depicting exactly what to do if Dream were to suddenly show up revived- or even worse, a zombie.

Quackity laughs at such a thought. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Sam he’s laughing at his silliness after Sam asked what was funny, so he doesn’t elaborate at all.

Ten more minutes. Oh God.

Ten more minutes until Quackity marries the loves of his life.

“Breeze is calm today, huh?” Sapnap sniffles, scuffing his foot on short grass. His hands are in his pockets, and he’s got a jacket over the parts of his wedding suit that he has on.

George hums in affirmation, staring down at the grave before him. His eyes eyes aren't visible behind the goggles, but there’s a furrow in his brow and a hunch to his shoulders that reveal his true feelings.

Sapnap sighs, staring off at blue, cloudy skies. They’re white and puffy and frilly, and Sapnap feels lighter than air. Of course, George had insisted on visiting the grave of an old friend.

It’s been a long, confusing year since Dream’s death. Sapnap isn’t really upset by it anymore, finding that his life has gotten a lot better since Dream’s passing. This meant that Punz had been killed, too, once it was discovered that he also held the knowledge of the revive book.

The death book had been taken from Sapnap, but he wasn’t particularly aggrieved. Lady Death said it would fix the server- and help Karl- if she restored the Imbalance that XD had caused. So, he handed the book over, and the more bitter parts of him left with it.

Lady Death was pretty pissed at DreamXD’s actions. She’d quickly made him agree to punishment for his grievances, and the gist was this:

A new God of Life would take his place,

he would be demoted to Server God of the Dream SMP, now that its creator had died due to unlawful interference from DreamXD, 

and, finally, he’d be under twenty-four/seven surveillance of the sleepy mushroom fae, George.

So, the former God of Life now resides as a little sprite. It’s a tiny, hooded creature with fluffy wings and a crooked grin that the god liked to wear. Usually, he sits on George’s shoulder and barks out complaints.

George usually still spent most of his time on his own, but at least he had someone to consistently talk to. Sapnap believed that George had been doing well recently- he smiled more, talked more, and slept less.

The brunette still calmly stares at the grave before him.

They didn’t take the time to carve out Dream’s name, and not even George found a reason to complain over the decision. It was just a grave for a man that they’d never really known.

He glances Sapnap’s way.

“What do you think he’d say if you invited him to the wedding?” George asks, and Sapnap turns his head back over to his friend. He’d been intently staring at a passing butterfly.

Sapnap ends up laughing at the question. “He’d probably say it’s stupid,” he snorts. “Or, like, I dunno- ‘you shouldn’t be getting married! Are you serious?!’”

George smiles sadly. “Yeah? You don’t think he’d be happy?”

Sapnap shakes his head, “Absolutely not,” he mutters with a hum. “He hates Quackity. Would probably try and assassinate him at the wedding.”

XD looks bored from where he sits on George’s shoulder. “He was always a weird guy. Not a fan of weird guys.”

“ You gave him the damn book,” Sapnap scowls, but he’s already gotten over the unfortunate events that led Dream to the book in the first place.

He couldn’t change the past, and Karl’s attempts at doing so had definitively proven that.

XD grins wickedly. “He agreed to my terms. Not my fault.”

George rolls his eyes behind the goggles, and it’s a motion only visible by the slight tilt of his head. “It kind of is your fault.”

XD flutters off of the brunette’s shoulder, instead flitting to settle on top of his head. “Hmmm, I think you knew better than anyone else that he’d never turn out a good person.”

George doesn’t have an argument against that, so they linger by the gravestone a bit longer in silence.

It isn’t until there’s a signature call from across the field, and both George and Sapnap turn over their shoulders to meet the lanky demon that’s come to greet them.

BadBoyHalo stands tall, although he does not linger at full height for long. Instead, he crouches down and squeezes at Sapnap’s shoulders, a bright little smile on his dark-colored face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you,” Bad says in a soft tone, “But you need to finish getting ready, Sapnap! Oh, and-” he glances to George, “Karl really needs help with his outfit. You gotta check it for him!”

XD has fallen asleep in George’s hair. Sapnap thinks the tiny god is kind of like a cat, more than anything else. He doesn't even know how XD fell asleep that fast.

Oddly enough, he’s nicer than Dream, despite his mischievousness. The fact he wears his face is still something that Sapnap hasn’t gotten used to.

How sad is it, then, that Sapnap hadn’t seen Dream’s face in well over five years?

The god had taken it, in exchange for the book. What was left of Dream’s humanity went right along with the exchange.

So, the face of Dream didn’t really belong to Dream anymore. And that thought was what baffled Sapnap.

What’s even stranger, then, is that Sapnap prefers the god over Dream. The god is playful in a way that feels naive and not calculated. He is intelligent, sure, but Sapnap doesn’t feel like he’s being used.

Who knows. Maybe standing by this grave too long has clouded his thoughts. Dream’s confusing aura has even seeped into the air around the grave, confusing anyone who dares to get near.

This is my happy day, Sapnap thinks with a tiny nod of his head. No more Dream. He can’t ruin this for me.

“I should head out, then,” George says, and he waves a goodbye to Sapnap. “I’ll see you at the ceremony! Bye!”

He walks off, and Sapnap is left with his dad, who’s already begun to fret over his appearance.

“Bad,” he starts, but Bad is not listening, instead fidgeting with Sapnap’s coat. “Bad!”

Bad snaps to attention, his smile almost creepy in the way it curls at the edges. “C’mon, we need to get you pretty! There’s two handsome boys waiting on you!”

Sapnap rolls his eyes as Bad gently pushes him off to where they’ve designated his ‘changing area’ to be.

“I know exactly how to curl your hair around your horns! Are you planning on keeping it long, like this? And-”

Sapnap tries to tune out some of his dad’s ramblings, but the smile on his face gives away just how much the little spiel means to him.

“Oh gosh, Tina, I feel like I’m gonna explode,” Karl whines. To say it’s been a stressful day is not exaggerating his state of mind quite enough. He’s hyper yet insanely anxious, and it doesn’t help that he usually eases these feelings with his fiances, but they were- well-  off getting ready!

“Hate these stupid ceremonies… Why can’t we all just see each other early?”

Tina scowls, lightly pinching Karl’s cheek. “C’mon, Karl! You know it’s bad luck!”

She returns to straightening his bow-tie, and then takes a lint roller made of spiderwebs to pull any flecks of dirt from his tux. It’s a mis-match array of colors, all in block-shades that fit with Karl’s regular hoodie. 

Tina takes him by the shoulders and forces him to sit down, brushing his bangs back with a headband and huffing. “Okay, now- sit still! Do you want me to do your make-up or not?”

Karl groans, but he sends a weak little smile her way, “Yes, Tina…”

He watches through unsteady breaths as she messes with her kit, all naturally-sourced products (primarily from enchanted flowers).

He’s quiet, only tapping painted nails against his thighs, when his head springs to a knock at the door, behind the curtains that separate him off. Tina grabs him by the cheeks- with way more strength than Karl thought she had in her, mind you- and forces him to sit still.

“Knock knock,” the voice calls as he raps light knuckles against the wood of one of the mushroom houses of Kinoko.

“George!” Karl returns with glee, his eyes shut as Tina presses powdery product over his eyelids.

“Karl,” George greets, pushing through the curtain. “How’s everything?”

“Tina’s being mean,” Karl huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Karl keeps his eyes shut, but he can hear Tina’s heavy sigh. “He won’t sit still while I’m doing his make-up. Otherwise, he’s super nervous.”

“How’s Sapnap? And did the visit go OK?” Karl is quick to interject, and Tina keeps a firm hold on his cheeks, squishing them together so his lips puff out. He can’t really talk anymore, so he listens intently.

“Sapnap’s fine,” George says, and Karl knows that he’s purposefully leaving out the details. “Seems just about as nervous, though. I’d go check on Quackity for you, but I’m supposed to be your escort with Tina, so I can’t leave.”

Karl hums a strangled noise.

“And, the visit… same as usual. It’s getting easier, I think.”

Karl shakes his head out of Tina’s grasp, who makes an exasperated noise as she turns to swap her brushes. 

“That’s good to hear, George. But! I guess we can’t really be sad anymore, right? It’s my wedding day! I’m gettin’ hitched!” Karl claps his hands together in excitement, and then Tina goes back to forcing him to sit still.

George laughs softly. Although Karl had missed a good chunk of time with his friends, George did seem more awake than usual. He wonders if the tiny god on his head has something to do with it- or, well, if it's because he’s been forced to hang out with his friends more than before.

With everything having settled down, the only option was to heal.

Everyone seemed to be doing better. But Karl wasn’t very good at judging that, because all of the things he missed had to be explained to him in intricate detail, and being told a story was different than the experience itself.

“You bringing that little sprite with you?” Karl asks as Tina turns his face to the side, fixing up the blush on one of his cheeks.

“He can’t go anywhere else besides me,” George returns, and the tiny god seems to have been stirred from his cat-nap.

“Which is ridiculous,” XD huffs sleepily. “Do you know how many domains I used to own? How many worlds I have conquered? How many-”

George flicks him in the rear, and the god squeaks indignantly. “Oh, be quiet. If you aren’t good at the wedding ceremony I’ll stuff you in a sock.”

XD makes a weird little chirp noise, burying himself back into George’s hair. George had his own suit on, and he’d tamed the fae wings protruding from his back, as well as the mushrooms that liked to dot his cheeks sometimes.

Tina takes a step back, putting her hands on her hips and nodding for George to come over. “How’s it look? Hmm?” Her cat-like tail flicks behind her, clearly proud of her work.

“Sap and Quackity will love it,” George hums, and Karl giggles all giddy-like.

“Was Sapnap really nervous? You aren’t just messin’ with me?” Karl asks, and George nods.

“He was. He was really fidgety- more than usual. He always does that when he’s nervous.”

Karl breathes a quiet sigh of relief- there was comfort in knowing that everyone was just as anxious as he was. At the same time, he didn’t want them to be apprehensive about it! Despite the year of peace-time, it was almost surreal to have… legitimately nothing go wrong for anyone. There hadn’t been any feral bickering, or aggressive fighting, or genuinely any kind of violence.

Karl had been taking medication for frequent migraines, solely because the force of his memories returning had scrambled his brain. It was the only side-effect, and he wasn’t sure if he’d even want to try time-traveling again. He’d almost lost everything because of it, and that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. Not anymore, when everything had gotten so much better for everyone.

Tina gently pats his head, coercing him upwards from the chair and checking over his outfit one last time. “Alright, I think you’re good to go, Karl!”

He springs up from the chair, walking over the mirror nearby and checking himself out. He is pleased with it, of blocky and bright color palettes. George nods his approval, and the little sprite of a god flitters away from his hair to look Karl up and down.

“You have a weird fashion sense,” the god muses, and Karl makes a face at him.

“It’s not bad, though- is it? Right?” Karl grows a little anxious at XD’s sentiments, and the god just rolls his eye- it looks like a tiny eye of ender, sitting in the middle of his upper chest.

“You dress better than most gods do. I mean that.”

Karl exhales sharply, humming out a ‘thanks’ as XD floats back onto his signature perch- George’s shoulder.

Tina checks a clock hung up on the far wall. “We should get going- ten minutes until the ceremony starts!” She claps her hands together in excitement, and Karl finds himself pushing both George and Tina out the door.

Quackity’s wringing his hands together as he stands in a hidden place right outside the wedding venue.

Everything had been set up accordingly- chairs, the three carpets for their walks, plenty of flowers and everything that was seen at a “traditional” ceremony. The buffet table and dance floor for the after party were set up in the base floor of the nearby hotel.

Sam stands next to him, touching up the frayed ends of Quackity’s hair, soothing the smaller man with a hum. There’s excitement in Sam’s eyes that Quackity knows is there, it’s just so hard to not be… nervous. Anxiety thrums in his veins.

Music plays from a piano by the wedding hall. The crowd of chatter goes silent.

Sam extends an arm and Quackity gladly hooks himself around it, squeezing his bicep with a quiet intensity. Sam brings him into a brief hug, and then he steps forward, drawing back the curtains that shielded each of the grooms from view.

With three carpets, the three flowerboys have taken up each one. Quackity glances to his right- Tubbo, with Sapnap holding onto the arm of BadBoyHalo, who’s towering figure is almost scary. Tubbo prances down the aisle on light hooves, red rose petals in his wake. On the left- Ranboo, who’s gait was agile but a little wobbly. He was calmer with his movements, also throwing rose petals of the pink variety. He preceded Karl, who walks beside George, both wearing big smiles at the server members who showed up. XD is still positioned on the mushroom fae’s shoulder. And finally, in front of Quackity- Tommy, who was taking fistfuls of the white rose petals from his basket and chucking them at the people seated nearby. They whispered curses at him for getting the petals right in their faces, but Tommy just laughed, or blew raspberries.

This felt like the longest walk of Quackity’s life. His steps are slow, in time with Sam’s meticulous gait, as they stretch out the time of the piano’s music. Wilbur is playing said piano, dressed in a tux but with his signature coat still covering most of his figure. He stares avidly at the sheet music in front of him, but takes a few glances at the gathered guests, and he shoots Quackity a reassuring smile.

Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo take their places up at the altar, standing in practiced poses from the singular rehearsal they’d done for the ceremony.

Because of the awkward setup of the venue, Foolish is already up on the altar with his pillow and the ring-box in his hands. He’s fidgeting a little, standing by the three kids.

Eventually, Quackity reaches the altar- in time with Sapnap and Karl. Sam and Bad go to find their seats, while George joins Tommy on the altar. Both Sapnap and Karl had begged George to be their best man, so he became both- best man 2 . George and Tommy shared specific boutonnière- desert roses, from the bushes artificially planted in Las Nevadas. It was to show-off their status as the best men.

Quackity swallows as he stands next to Sapnap and Karl, hands crossed over his lap as he glances at each of them with adoration in his eyes. 

Sapnap bumps shoulders with him. “You look good.”

Quackity grins back. “Yeah?”

Karl pokes Quackity with an elbow, too. “Hehe, of course! Always.”

All share quiet giggles with each other, waiting with slight impatience as the officiator- chosen to be Jack Manifold for his bleeding charisma- takes his place at the podium.

Wilbur finishes the song, and sits upright in his seat at the piano.

“Thank you everyone for coming!” Jack calls to the guests who’ve arrived. It’s pretty much everyone besides Phil, Techno, and Fundy. “It’s been an honor getting this set up. Long time comin’, eh?”

The crowd cheers in delight, clapping in return to Jack’s enthusiasm. Quackity feels his stomach flip.

“Alright- I know nobody actually cares to hear about all of these traditional spiels or whatever. Most of you guys care about the booze and free food at the coming afterparty, right?”

Tommy’s cheer is the loudest. The crowd laughs with him.

“Right, right. But, again- thank you all for joining us today. This is definitely the biggest get-together since… Well, Dream’s defeat a little over a year ago. So glad you guys decided to not get married on his death-day,” Jack announces with a snicker.

“Fuck that bitch,” Tommy declares. Ranboo and Tubbo nod in agreement. More laughter. It’s peaceful.

Jack turns around to hush him, and it turns into a bickering contest- one that Jack ends up losing. Tommy replaces him at the podium after a brief cat-fight, and he raises his hands in the air to get the guests to cheer once again.

“Tommy, Tommy, you haven’t rehearsed this-” comes Jack’s pleading remarks, ones that Tommy claps a hand over his mouth for.

“I’m saying the vows!!” Tommy barks at him, but he’s grinning wildly. Jack groans in displeasure, but steps back a little with crossed arms. Foolish shoots him a sympathetic look.

“Alright, you fucks,” Tommy begins, hands on either side of the podium. “You lovey-dovey assholes. We’ve waited on this stupid wedding for way too long.”

The fiances have all turned over the shoulders to chuckle along with the crowd. Tommy’s glancing down at the book for the vows, his nose wrinkling as he reads words he very obviously doesn’t understand.

Tommy clears his throat, pressing the pages of the book down as he looks up towards the crowd. “We- ahem. Hmmm. Speak now or forever hold your peace!”

Jack groans loudly, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. The crowd stays silent, although there is a bit of laughter, only because it is clear Tommy has no idea what he’s doing.

Tommy scowls at everyone. “I’ve never done this before! Gimme a break!”

“Yeah, that’s why you should give me the damn book-” Jack begins, and there’s more furious bickering between the duo.

“Can somebody please read the vows? I want to go eat cake,” XD calls from George’s shoulder.

The breeze is light, the sun’s rays calm. Despite the hold-up with the ceremony, Quackity couldn’t be happier. The bubbliness of it all has made it easier to swallow down his anxiety, and Sapnap and Karl squeeze effortlessly at his hands.

They’re all in a good mood. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. The crowd sips on champagne, chitters among themselves, and bright eyes watch Tommy’s flamboyant charades of character.

Tommy shoves Jack away again, making an obnoxious ah- hem! noise with his throat.

“Okay, you three. Repeat after me!” Tommy chirps, and Jack rolls his eyes but stands close by, reading over Tommy’s shoulder.

Quackity puffs his chest a bit and straightens his shoulders, preparing for the repetition of vows. Sapnap and Karl’s movements are similar, their fingers intertwined with each other. They each take turns looking at each other, and Quackity’s cheeks hurt from how much he’s been smiling today already.

“I, stupid bitches,” Tommy declares, placing a hand over his chest.

Sapnap makes a face at him, instead only squeezing Karl and Quackity’s hands tighter. “I, Sapnap,”

“I, Quackity,”

“I, Karl,”

“Take you, motherfuckers, to be my husbands…”

The fiance’s each take a moment to repeat Tommy’s words, instead mixing their names together in a cacophony of voices for the vow. 

“Take you, Sapnap and Karl, to be my husbands…”

“Take you, Karl and Quackity, to be my husbands…”

“Take you, Quackity and Sapnap, to be my husbands…”

They all laugh softly afterwards. Oh, man, this was a mess.

(Quackity wouldn’t have it any other way.)

“I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life…” Tommy’s voice has smoothed out, and he speaks more calmly and firmly. Jack surveys quietly, and even he can’t stop the soft smile that sits on his face.

It’s repetitive, having the three of them repeat the vow, but Quackity hangs on each syllable. He grows more and more impatient for the inevitable.

Jack beckons Foolish over, who approaches with the rings on a satin pillow; they were hand-made. Sam designed them, and Foolish chipped at the finest diamonds in his collection for the gemstones. It’s why he was invited to be the ringbearer in the first place.

“Okaaay,” Tommy says with a sigh, and Jack shoves him off the stand with a playful laugh.

“My turn, you dolt!” Jack huffs.

Tommy groans at him, stepping back next to George again. Tommy makes an ugly face at XD, who just hisses like an angry cat back at him.

“Alright, let’s see… Ah, right. Foolish, please hand each of the grooms their rings.” Jack says, motioning with his palm.

Foolish nods excitedly, handing each a different ring than the ones they actually own, so they can put the rings on each other’s fingers.

Quackity holds his item very carefully. His ring belongs to Sapnap, and he grins toothily at the little jewelry in his palm.

Foolish returns to his original spot, gripping the pillow between his fingers with a big, stupid grin on his face. Quackity glances to the front of the crowd to where Sam is seated, and he can see the man staring intently at Foolish. Quackity snickers to himself, and Sap and Karl look a little confused, but he makes a motion with his shoulders that say, I’ll tell you later.

“Do you, Quackity, take Sapnap and Karl to be your lawfully wedded husbands?” Jack begins, and it’s the pin-drop of a question. Quackity feels hot and cold all over, but he steels himself and forces his voice to remain flat.

“I do,” Quackity nods, grabbing Sapnap’s hand and carefully sliding the ring onto his finger. The dark-haired man’s devil tail snaps wildly around, and his grin is dopey.

“And do you, Sapnap, take Quackity and Karl to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

Sapnap absolutely beams, “Of course!” Like the answer was obvious, simple- and honestly, it was. He’d always been the most giddy about the prospect of marriage. It’s kind of funny to think that Sapnap’s one big goal in life was to settle down and have a big family, considering how fiery and outgoing he tended to be. He reaches for Karl’s hand, squeezing it a little too tight as he forces the ring onto Karl’s finger.

Karl’s chuckle is cheeky, and he glances up again as Jack prepares to finish the final vows.

“And, finally- Karl,” Jack begins with a bright smile. “Do you take Sapnap and Quackity to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“Yes!” Karl says with a cheer, holding Quackity’s hand with ease and slipping the ring onto him. His grin is huge and wide, and all of them have a dust of red to their cheeks; of course, Sapnap was always a bit flushed, considering how high his body-temp ran.

“I pronounce all three of you- husbands!” Jack nods in approval, closing the book on the podium and then splaying his arms and palms outwards. “You may now kiss the grooms!”

It’s a bit of a frenzy of a motion, Sapnap hooks Quackity by the shoulders and kisses him rough on the lips. He also grabs Karl by the arm and forces him closer, kissing Karl next and then laughing loudly- “I got the first kisses!”

They all share laughter and continue to finish their vows with said kisses, and the crowd has already erupted into cheers, claps, and congratulations.

Tubbo and Ranboo approach the three, each giving them bouquets of roses that were the same three colors of the petals the flowerboys had tossed; a mixture of white, pink, and red. Eryn steps up to the altar with a camera, one that Sam had optimized for him some time ago, and snaps a few photos of the newlyweds.

After that, Sapnap lifts Karl and Quackity onto his shoulders, his unusual demon-strength becoming necessary for the action. Quackity and Karl raise their bouquets in the air while Sapnap drops his own at the altar, and as they sprint down the center aisle with laughter and clamor, Quackity and Karl toss the bouquets into the crowd where hands raise to catch the flowers.

“Party time!” Tommy shouts loudly, and everyone stands to make their way to the afterparty in the main hall of the hotel nearby.

Of course, before anyone else can hit the dance floor, the newlyweds have to dance together first. It’s kind of awkward, because a signature waltz wouldn’t really work here, so they have to come up with something else that’s of a similar caliber. Karl suggests they just hold each other in a little circle, and Quackity hums his approval.

They don’t have to be perfect. He’s learned that already, but it’s still a lesson he has to constantly remind himself of.

Sam is positioned by the speaker system he designed specifically for this occasion. It’s new, it’s grand, and it’s loud.

Everyone gathers to watch and coo. It’s a weird thing, Quackity thinks. Everyone gathered, just to celebrate.

He smiles at himself again. Karl holds his cheek and presses his lips to the other one, and Quackity laughs softly at the tender touches. Sapnap leans over to press his nose into Quackity’s hair, before lightly kissing at Karl’s temple to get him to giggle.

The music cuts on, and the dance begins.

Quackity takes Karl’s hands into his own, and Sapnap holds him by the hips, and they all sway to the gentle piano-ramble.

I’ve waited a hundred years

But I’d wait a million more for you.

Quackity tends to get lost into music- lost into thoughts. He’s thinking hard, eyes shutting where he presses up to Sapnap’s chest.

Nothing prepared me for

What the privilege of being yours would do.

Karl intertwines his and Quackity’s fingers together. Quackity can feel the metal of the ring against his palm, cool to the touch, and Quackity wants to melt right there.

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,

Sapnap cards a hand through Quackity’s hair, brushing at the back of his wing-ears and smiling as he presses his nose into his scalp.

If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,

The sway to the music. Karl’s grinning, like usual, but his eyes sparkle in a soft, endearing way.

Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,

Sapnap isn’t the best dancer. It takes a lot for him to focus on the rhythm, so he gets Karl and Quackity to help him stay in time. They take gentle steps across the floor.

I would have known what I was living for all along,

What I’ve been living for.

Sapnap carefully takes one of Quackity’s hands and Karl’s hands into each of his own, and he spins them both simultaneously. They all laugh in unison. The crowd makes soft noises.

It’s their own little world, really. Quackity and Karl grab each other's free hands again, and they all step in time, a circle-arc on the smooth floor. The lights are low.

Only one of Quackity’s tear ducts work, now. It threatens to spill over. Sapnap and Karl never found his scarred eye ugly, instead saying that he looked like a badass. It made him feel better about it. That not even a wound such as that- something that had ripped away a huge chunk of his pride- would make him entirely unlovable.

Your love is my turning page,

If you had told Quackity a year ago that all of his dreams would come true,

he simply wouldn’t believe you.

Where only the sweetest words remain.

“You are both really beautiful, by the way,” Sapnap hums. He looks lovesick, in the eyes.

Karl takes Quackity and his conjoined hands and shoves against his chest. “Don’t be a dork.”

“I’m not a dork,” Sapnap huffs. “It’s just… the truth!”

“I mean,” Quackity starts, “I agree with him.”

“I do too,” Karl says after only a moment’s pause. They laugh again, teeth glinting in the low light.

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are,

For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.

“It’s hard to believe, I think,” Quackity murmurs, a little quiet, a little uncertain.

“Yeah,” Karl agrees. “I dunno… it feels surreal. To finally do it. It’s bound by some universal law.”

Sapnap puffs an amused noise through his nose. “I always had a feeling it’d work out.”

Quackity grins, flashing a gold tooth. “Oh? Did you, now?”

Sapnap’s cheeks get a bit more red. “I’m serious! I was… the glue! For a while! But everything happening… wasn’t really your guys’s faults.”

Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell,

Karl’s eyes shut, and he rests against Quackity’s shoulders as they continue to gently move to the music. “I still feel like it is, sometimes.”

When I saw you, well-

I knew we’d tell it well.

“We’ve talked about this,” Quackity says, placing his own head against the curls of Karl’s hair. “It’s not your fault. Never will be. You just wanted to help people.”

With a whisper,

“It almost cost me- us- everything…” Karl mumbles, voice somber. “That’s not worth it. Never would be. Never will.”

we will tame the vicious seas,

Sapnap lets go of their hands, instead bringing them into a final hug. “C’mon, you guys. We’re married. Happy wedding day!”

Like a feather, bringing

kingdoms to their knees.

“Happy wedding day,” Karl says in a sing-song way, and the song draws to a close.

Sapnap grabs both Karl and Quackity again, holding them tight as he lifts them awkwardly into the air. “Alright, everyone! Onto the dance floor!”

The crowd cheers as Sapnap quickly kisses at them both, and the tone-shift of the party is quick and easy. They’d get to cake and food later- for now, time to dance!

Quackity glances over as more upbeat dance music plays from the large speakers. Sam’s fiddling with it before Foolish eagerly arrives beside him, grabbing Sam by the arm and dragging him into the crowd of people that have swarmed the newlyweds.

Quackity tugs on Sapnap’s arm after he and Karl are set down. “Lift me up again!”

Sapnap looks confused, but he obliges, picking Quackity up by the waist and lifting him upwards so he can survey the crowd.

Tommy and Wilbur are already dancing, and Ranboo and Tubbo are holding hands and doing a little dance, too. Foolish has tugged Sam into his arms and is forcing him to sway around, but the man looks like he’s got two left feet. He’s never really been one for dancing or parties, and it makes Quackity chuckle to himself.

Puffy, Bad, and Ant are also all chatting while swaying their hips. Eryn and Purpled are at a faraway corner of the dance floor, whispering to each other and giving side-eyes to the giant wedding cake, all by itself.

Ponk and Eret are dancing with one another, and Eret’s wearing one of the most beautiful dresses Quackity’s seen him put on, so far. Boomer and Hannah have already raided the fruit punch bowl. Boomer’s tipped his head back and is absolutely howling with laughter at something Hannah said.

Tina and George are sharing a conversation with simple dance movements, too; XD has settled on his head again. The little god was very strange- and Quackity had seen him turn into a more mortal-looking form before, but it seems the god would rather not change into it right now.

HBomb and Connor are also already devouring plates from the buffet table. He’s pretty sure they’ve gotten into the alcohol that hasn’t even been given out yet, but oh well…

Jack and Niki end up joining Tommy and Wilbur, and all share cheerful chatter; big grins, sharp smiles. Jack and Tommy have been getting along as of late, but Quackity watches as Tommy shoves Jack to the floor and another cat-fight breaks out between them. He just sighs, musing to himself. Annoying little brother.

Karl hangs onto Sapnap’s hips, forcing him to rock back and forth in time to the music as Quackity stays up on his shoulders. He’s just scouting, seeing what everyone’s up to.

Seapeekay and Michael end up joining the Puffy, Bad, and Ant trio, bringing over fresh glasses of champagne. Bad declines the drink, which is why Michael shakes a legitimate box of apple juice and then tosses it into Bad’s hands. The demon lights up and wraps lanky arms around Michael in a tight hug.

“Get down here, Q! I want to hug you!” Karl calls, making a grabbing motion with his hands. Quackity slides off of Sapnap’s shoulders, quickly spreading his arms so Karl can latch onto him. Sapnap hugs them both, absolutely squeezing the life outta them. Quackity and Karl wheeze in unison, but it’s carefree.

An hour passes, and Sapnap and Karl decide it’s time for cake. Unfortunately for them, the damn thing has already been stolen. Purpled and Eryn are nowhere in sight, when Quackity had taken a headcount earlier to see who the possible culprits could be.

He just laughed it off. If a couple of rambunctious kids wanted to steal a cake, it wouldn’t ruin his already perfect wedding.

Besides, Ponk clapped Quackity on the shoulder and said, “Hey, don’t worry! Sam advised I make a backup just for this scenario!”

And, low and behold, there was a second cake hiding in the very back of the hotel’s breakfast kitchen. It had the same decorations and everything!

Karl just laughs. “You seriously made two cakes for us, Ponk? I feel like we should pay you extra!”

Quackity shoots Karl a look, and Karl just snickers even more. Ignore the fact that Quackity paid for the cake, and pretty much all of the wedding expenses-

Actually, no, he didn’t. Sam paid for most of it, what with his collection of diamonds for the entirety of the work he did on the prison. He had to go to other servers to collect some of the materials for the wedding itself, and most of the prices were definitely hefty.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. “Anything to make my son’s wedding day perfect, ” Sam had told Quackity, and Quackity almost broke down in tears at the prospect. It was a little too much for his thawing heart to take.

Sam and Foolish carefully lift the second cake onto the table, and the newlyweds all hold the same knife to miraculously cut the first three slices. It’s a tough process, mainly because the knife was too small, and Quackity had to consistently dodge Tommy coming up behind them to shove their faces into the cake itself.

Quackity ends up giving his piece to Tommy, anyways. The boy grins and flaunts that he got the ‘special piece’- which, honestly, it was!

George walks up to them, waving a friendly greeting as XD floats away from his shoulder.

“I want a piece,” he says, and then- a flash of light as she shifts into a more mortal-looking version of himself.

He’s cloaked, hair blonde and shaggy; it’s a face that Quackity hasn’t ever really seen before. He’d met Dream after he started wearing his mask.

Sapnap and Karl both seem surprised, but Sapnap is quick to recover. XD holds at his palms as Sapnap cuts a piece of cake and puts it into his hands.

XD has freckles, and the smoothness of his skin is interrupted by a slight discoloration- an ‘X’ shape across his face. His eyes are a bright green, reminiscent of the eyes of Ender.

He hums his thanks, and immediately shoves a bit of the cake into his mouth. George pats him on the back, quiet praise for using human manners.

Quackity ends up starting an actual conversation with the god. Both XD and George had kept themselves fairly isolated over the past year, but George was coming out of his shell more often. He went out more, spending time with Sapnap. And, really, Quackity was pretty happy about it. How could he not be?

Everyone was doing better. He couldn’t be more thankful.

“How’s the wedding been for you, so far? How many ceremonies have you been to?” Quackity asks, and he’s friendly about it.

XD doesn’t seem to know how to emote properly. His stare is a little blank. “I have been to many,” XD recounts, his voice almost hollow, or like two people are speaking at once. Inhuman- that’s what it was. “But, I am not usually a guest. The last one I was a guest for…” his hum sounds strangled. “Lady Death and Philza. Yes. But your wedding has been more fun. More lively.”

Quackity grins at him. “That’s… good to hear!”

XD puts another piece of cake into his mouth, glancing over to George who makes little motions at his lips. XD seems to catch on and he forces a tiny smile, and Quackity can hear the way Sapnap’s breath hitches in his throat.

It’s rough, seeing the bright expression of a friend who’s left you. Even rougher, though, was that the man who stood before you only wore the face of a friend.

Sapnap gives Quackity’s hand a soft squeeze- an attempt to ground himself, certainly.

Quackity thinks the smile suits XD- it was sincere and honest, although clearly practiced. Ah, so this is where a good chunk of George’s free time had slipped away.

He was teaching a god how to be human.

Tch.

Only George.

Their conversation only lasts a bit longer before George drags XD off to go and do something else. Apparently George wants to go dance, although the music has quieted quite a bit since earlier. It was still pretty loud, though. The sun had already set, and moonlight trickled in through the tall, stained-glass windows, lighting up the room in tandem with the distinct array of neon LEDs strung about.

Karl nudges Quackity in the side, and Quackity glances over to him. He’s gawking at something, and when he turns to follow Karl’s gaze, the sight that greets him is… strange.

The cake-knife is levitating, and it’s cutting a slice from the cake. The perfectly-sliced piece is set on a plate, and the plate- as well as a fork- floats upwards, into the air. There, hovering above them, is a small girl. She has blonde, flowing hair; two halos crossing over her face in an x-shape, and a green cloak. She cackles wildly as she plants her feet onto the ground.

Definitely a god, but none of them recognized her.

“Oh my gosh, you should’ve seen the look on your faces! Bahaha!!” Her laugh is witch-like, and she points her fork at them before shoveling pieces of cake into her mouth.

Quackity and Karl and Sapnap all exchange glances, and Sapnap is the first to speak.

“Who… are you?” He asks, and the girl snorts at them.

“Your new God of Life,” she sings, spreading out her arms as applause and cheers filter in from nowhere. “And my dumb brother-”

“Drista,” another voice says, that same hollow-tone of the god from before. XD is still at George’s hip, but they must have made their way over- as did the rest of the crowd, who’s staring at the new god that’s descended before them- when the commotion started.

“Drista?!” Another voice shouts, and a blonde boy shoves his way through the gathered people to stand in front of her. Quackity watches as his face absolutely lights up, and the girl- Drista, apparently- begins to laugh cheerfully.

“Oooh, look who it is! The brat!” She says with a chirp, flicking Tommy in the nose.

“I’m not a brat,” he scowls at her, and then he rubs at his nose. “What are you doing here?”

“P-a-r-t-y,” she hums, enunciating the letters in a way that’s meant to tease. “Also, wanted to see what stupid over here is doing.” She points a thumb XD’s way.

XD makes a face. “P-a-r-t-y-ing,” he mutters plainly.

She grins at him, eyes the same rich green as his own. “Oooh? Are you? Hehehe.”

Drista ends up finishing off the cake, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and clicking her tongue. “Well, I just wanted to stop by. I've been really busy ever since Lady Death promoted me, sooo… but, she did want me to check in on you, brother. Seems like there’s nothin’ to worry about. See ya!”

And in a flash of light and stars, the young god left. Tommy seemed a little pouty about it, as did XD, but the crowd dispersed off again to return to their previous activities.

The hours drag on, into the night, and the adults sobriety has dwindled by the minute. Quackity knows he indulged himself in a little too much champagne and wine, but it is his wedding night, and he feels as though he can do whatever the fuck he wants. It takes a lot for Sapnap to get drunk, but he’s definitely hit that mark, considering he’s been taking on-and-off naps directly on Karl’s shoulder. Karl doesn’t seem to mind the drool. Karl also has had a few drinks, but he’s definitely the most sober of the newlyweds.

Quackity is pretty sure that Wilbur has been letting Tommy drink, while both Ranboo and Tubbo have opted to do nothing of the sort. There’s a mutual understanding that clicks there, and Tubbo only seems to smile at Quackity when they share conversations later in the evening.

Quackity reasons that he should talk to Tubbo a bit more. The kid’s been so isolated ever since the end of L’manburg, but he seems to be doing well with his little family.

“Actually,” Quackity asks, opting to set his glass of wine down and out of Tubbo’s view. The kid really didn’t like alcohol- obviously. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Who’s watching that little piglin of yours? You didn’t leave him at home, right?”

Ranboo chuckles in a soft way, “Oh, no. Of course not! We got Techno to babysit for us.”

That catches Quackity off guard. “Techno… babysitting?”

Tubbo grins at him. “Yep! He offered, actually! Something about getting to know another piglin makes him happy… even if Michael’s zombified.”

Quackity dips his head. “Honestly, that’s… great. Really.”

He leaves the husbands to their own devices, and that was another thing- he couldn’t believe a couple of kids got married before he and Karl and Sap. It was kind of funny.

Wilbur has absolutely passed out in a chair, and Tommy is on the dance floor still, his movements weighted weird and giving indication that he was definitely drunk. He was rambling off to Sam, who was desperately clinging to Foolish, his head resting on Foolish’s chest.

Sam hiccups as Foolish keeps them swaying. Quackity raises a brow.

“Drink too much?” He asks, sounding light-hearted. Everyone turns to him.

“A little,” Tommy answers, and Foolish shakes his head.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on him. He’s just mopey,” Foolish returns with a yawn.

Quackity scratches behind his wing-ears. “Hmmm? How come?”

“My booyyssss are all grooowwwn up,” Sam slurs, and then he sniffles into Foolish’s chest. Foolish pats him on the back.

“He’s sad-happy because you’re happy. And he’s sad-happy because Tommy is like- basically an adult. So he’s crying. And he’s drunk,” Foolish explains, as brief and vague as possible.

Tommy huffs, his cheeks dusted red from the amount of alcohol in his system. “Sam is laaameee for crying. He should be happy!”

“I aaaammm,” Sam whines, and Foolish just rolls his eyes.

“I should probably take him home,” the shark-man laughs, and Quackity grins softly at them.

“Well, a bunch of the upstairs hotel rooms are available. I assumed you guys would party too hard.”

Tommy lights up at that. “Hotel room! Actually, can I get some help dragging Wilbur upstairs? He will not wake up from his sleep after drinking a bit…”

“I can get Sapnap to come over if you can help with that, Foolish?” Quackity says, blinking slowly. The lights are just a bit too bright. He wants to curl up in bed with his husbands, right now.

Foolish shrugs. “Yeah, I just need someone to keep an eye on Sam while I do that. Can you, Q?”

Quackity agrees, and they both carefully lead Sam to one of the chairs by the wall. And when he refuses to sit down because “Quackity should sit, not him,” they coax him into settling onto the floor. His head rolls on his shoulders and Quackity sits next to him, pressing up to his side to keep him somewhat upright. Tommy runs off to get a water bottle, but he also keeps a sleepy Wilbur company while Sapnap and Foolish drag the man into one of the many hotel rooms upstairs.

Sam ruffles Quackity’s hair with his hand. “So, soo proud of youu.”

Quackity glances over to him, his grin small yet sincere. “Yeah? Proud of you, too.”

Sam looks confused, but he ends up just accepting the kind words, resting his head on Quackity’s own. “Such a nicee weddinng. Have aa good honeyyymoon, okkay?”

“We will, Sam. I promise.”

Sam hums, and then he does a giddy, bubbly laugh, and it seems that his energy has been totally spent after that.

When Foolish returns, he ends up lifting the drowsy Sam up and bids Quackity a farewell. He must be taking Sam back to his island, or his Summe Home- who knows. Funnily enough, Foolish just picks the man up bridal-style and heads off. Foolish ‘needed’ help carrying Wilbur upstairs, despite the man being way thinner and lankier than Sam, but- whatever. Quackity was sure he knew the reason, so he just chuckles about it.

The afterparty draws to a close, and any guests too drunk or tired to go home are welcome to stay in the pretty, decorated rooms of the Las Nevadas Inn.

Quackity brings Sapnap and Karl to his old room in the tower- Quackity usually stayed in Kinoko, now, and came to Las Nevadas for business-related stuff. It was their compromise so they could keep both countries running smoothly.

Now, all of them had stripped into more comfortable clothing, and were laying on the queen bed Quackity had swapped out for something bigger.

He ended up getting squished into the middle, between Sapnap and Karl, who both decided to cling to him like he was some kind of stuffed animal. His wings were splayed a little awkwardly, but it’s okay, he’d get over the ache of it pretty soon. Sapnap drooled onto his collarbone, and Karl played with the feathers of Quackity’s wings.

It was a good wedding. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically, but now-

they had a honeymoon to go to! And that thought alone put Quackity at ease.

“Love you guys,” he says into the gloom, the only light being that of the dim moon, cascading in through tinted windows.

“Love you,” Sapnap murmurs back to him, squeezing him tighter.

“Love you, too,” Karl huffs sleepily, and Quackity smiles at the ceiling.

His eyes flutter shut, leaning into the weight of the two people next to him.

He sleeps. For once, it is peaceful, between tender touches and quiet breaths.