DSMP AU Oneshots (angst and comfort)

Karlity//Karlnapity comfort (angst to comfort)

This takes place as a type of comfort AU after Techno ran the pickaxe through Quackity's eye/face, but that's kinda said in the first few sentences anyway. Also, Quackity loses his eye completely in this AU.

**TW// Slight depression, self-depreciation, descriptions of facial and eye injury/slight gore.

Third person POV: no one in particular, but focus on Karlity cause I want more rep. of them - Sap's just there in the background being a good house-husband. (but dw karlnapity comes in clutch). I was watching Sapnap and Karl's old cooking VOD a while back and thought it was funny he was marginally better at cooking, so there ya go)

Also, don't care, lore can begone: they're already happily married in this. Fight me.

WORD COUNT: 1230

Technoblade had his weapon of choice at the ready. A panicked but cocky Quackity stood ready to defend himself. Ready to fight. Ready to win.

"...I've got a pickaxe and I'm going to put it through your teeth!"

Quackity could only watch as the weapon tore through one side of his face, seeing nothing more than red and black...

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Shivering, Quackity woke up clinging to Karl who lay next to him, ready, rubbing his back.

"Hey, Big Q, it's alright. It's ok. Your brain's just caught thinking about that night with Techno again, right? You're safe here with me and Sap."

"Karl...? I'm sorry..."

"Don't be! When you're ready we can go change your bandage then go check out what Sap's made for breakfast!" Karl said, trying to sound cheerful. It had only been a week since the incident, and the three of them had been getting spotty sleep at best as a result of their fiancés trauma.

Quackity struggled to open his eye, feeling like he still had to open both.

"Remember, try to-"

"'Take it slow'. I know, I know. Just got the one eye now. Bloody Techno. 'Try to pretend the other eye's not there so you don't aggravate it'. Karl. I'm very well aware. I know what he took from me. I know the part of me I can never use again. Just- Just shut up about it, ok? Please."

He properly cracked open his good eye just in time to see Karl's crumpled face ready to cry.

"Oh god, Karl-"

"No, no. It's- It's ok. It's warranted. You're allowed to lash out. I shouldn't be getting all upset."

The two boys - now shifted into a seated position - faced each other. Gently, Quackity placed a hand on Karl's cheek, who melted into his touch and triggered his husband's tears.

"Baby, I'm sorry. This is unfair on you. I'm just- I'm just so frustrated. Come here, come on." Quackity brought the boy in for a tight hug, and only let go after Karl insisted he was feeling better.

"Thank you, my love," Karl sniffed. "Can we, um.. Can we go change your bandages now? I'd- I'd, uh, feel a lot better if you didn't get that infected."