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This field used to be one of Sapnap’s favorites. It borders the kingdom and covers the rolling hills for miles. It’s the place where families would come to let their children run themselves until they crashed. The place where new couples could come to stare at the sky and have a picnic. The place where every star was visible if you waited long enough.
It also happened to be where a giant ass battle could commence with little effect to the towns and castle. So now the field that Sapnap would come to with his dad and later his fiances is covered in blood and bodies. Technically he was still here with his fiances (much to his disdain as he’d MUCH rather have them safely in the castle), but the copious amounts of gore that was creating a film on the ground kind of ruined the atmosphere.
That and the constant threat of being stabbed.
Sapnap blocked yet another swipe of a sword and pushed forward, shoving his opponent off balance. He knocked their sword aside and jabbed his own into their gut. Without giving them time to realize they’d been stabbed, Sapnap yanked it out and moved on to the next person. A scream rang out right next to him, making him wince.
The battle was continuing like any other so he didn’t mind pushing past people to look for his fiances. Normally he would be in the throes of the fight, viciously downing every person that came close. But normally Karl would be waiting in the med-wing brewing more healing pots and Quackity would be safely observing on a balcony, always more prone towards strategy than actual fighting. So it was not a normal battle. He barely even remembers why the other two had to be on the field, but they were.
Sapnap shoved through the crowds of people, swiping his sword at legs and chests when it seemed necessary. Otherwise, he was intent on finding Quackity. Luckily enough, Karl had managed to avoid the actual battle by being sent out as a medic, who people knew not to attack. Quackity was deemed sufficient enough at hand-to-hand and swordsmanship to fight, however, meaning he was also in the midst of the blood bath.
At first, Sapnap tried to convince Dream to pull rank and keep Quackity safe but for some reason, Quackity decided this would be the perfect opportunity to show all of the nobles that “Yes I know how a battle works and fuck you for asking”. So no amount of pleading with his best friend or his fiance would do anything.
That being said, it didn’t stop Sapnap from trying or stop Karl from nearly rioting upon hearing the news. But they were both here now, so Sapnap had to focus on getting to at least one of them.
He spotted Dream not too far away, taking on at least three people like the overachiever he was. Grinning sharply, Sapnap cut through and joined his side.
“George is going to kill you when he sees you aren’t wearing a chest plate you know,” he shouted over the clang of metal.
Dream laughed, barely audible.
“He can wait in line then.”
They pressed forward against their respective opponents, matching grins and movements. Sapnap leaned to the side as an ax caught his sword, letting Dream lunge and disarm the soldier with one fell swoop. Blood hit his face as Sapnap drove the man's own ax into his neck before kicking him to the ground.
As the crowd started to thin out to a more manageable size, Sapnap moved away, sending Dream another sharp smile.
Back onto his search.
A few weapons caught his arms and legs as he walked but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t handled before. So Sapnap moved on while letting out a few choice curses and well-aimed swings.
It didn’t take long to spot a bright gold and white amongst the sea of red and grey. The closer he got the more of those beautiful wings he could see. Quackity had begun the fight with them hidden beneath a heavy chest plate but clearly deemed them safe enough to have out freely. Slightly worrying, but also not entirely a bad thing.
Sapnap got to his fiance’s side just as he delivered a killing blow on his opponent. Quackity had a deadly smile as he wiped off the blood.
Catching a blade coming down towards Quackity’s wings, Sapnap pressed against him. The other whipped around at the feeling but immediately softened upon seeing him.
“Fancy seeing you around here hotstuff.”
Sapnap laughed and kicked the attacker away to fully face Quackity.
“You seem to be handling yourself pretty well out here,” he said, pulling the other closer by his waist. “Even got your wings out.”
Quackity grabbed his chest plate and yanked him down so they were nearly kissing.
“Told you I could, never should doubted me.”
“Never will again,” he mumbled, smiling.
His fiance grinned, all teeth, and finally pulled him in closer. They kissed to the sounds of metal clashing and orders being yelled. Quackity’s grip tightened as they moved against one another, lips pressing hard.
Once his breath started to fade, Sapnap pulled away and opened his eyes.
“See you around,” he whispered against Quackity’s lips.
Quackity nodded and shoved him away, smile wide. They moved away from one another, leaping back into the fight.
It became mindless to Sapnap, all routine and familiar motions. The fighting became a choreographed dance. Step this way, duck and sweep, parry and strike. Any injury sustained was nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline and thrill that ran through him. His grin never faded as he clashed against a countless amount of forgettable enemies. Familiar allies appeared and disappeared within his vision but he never paid them any attention.
Finally, when the line of opponents started to thin out and loud cheers sounded out around the field did Sapnap pause. Those on the opposing side seemed to catch onto the idea they were defeated and dropped their weapons. Other soldiers came to round them up but Sapnap didn’t bother joining.
He looked around where he stood, trying to find a familiar face. Dream was off speaking to a group of fellow knights, already giving orders for clean-up. It took a second for Sapnap to find Karl, but when he did the other was handing off a wounded soldier to another medic. Karl met his gaze and visibly brightened, jogging over to him.
Sapnap pulled him into a hug as soon as he was close enough, spinning the other around. His fiance giggled and pressed their foreheads together. When he set Karl down, he didn’t move away in the slightest.
“Hello there Sir Knight. What a splendid victory wouldn’t you say?” Karl put on a posh accent as he asked.
“Sure was dude.”
Karl rolled his eyes at the dry response and wrapped his hands around Sapnap’s shoulders.
“You’re so boring, Quackity wouldn’t do this to me.”
Sapnap laughed at the dramatic expression Karl put on. He pulled his fiance into a short kiss. Karl melted into it and pressed closer, practically draped over Sapnap. When they pulled away he winced.
“Ow. Your stupid armor is so uncomfy. I should take it off you,” Karl muttered.
Shrugging, Sapnap pulled away slightly to look around for their third. Out of paranoia and instinct, he scanned the fallen first. Not seeing any bright wings collapsed on the ground, he nodded and kept looking. Karl had joined in at some point and jumped.
“There’s our angel!” Karl yelled, pointing.
Sapnap looked and smiled softly at seeing Quackity standing in the field. He was staring at something and leaning slightly. Karl reached down and grabbed Sapnap’s hand, pulling him along as he made his way towards their fiance. Sapnap stumbled a bit and quickly sheathed his sword, which he dropped at some point.
“Quackity!”
He whipped around at the sound of his voice and moved forward.
“Hey you two,” Quackity said with a smile. Karl faltered a bit as they got closer.
At first Sapnap urged him forward, only to pause as well. Despite sounding completely fine, Quackity was covered in blood. Which, yes, would be normal for a battle. But the deep gashes in his armor and slight limp made both of them rush forward. Sapnap looked him over desperately, the familiar rush of protectiveness flooding his mind.
“Oh my God, Q, what happened?”
“Guys I’m-”
Karl cut him off, “That’s too much blood, Sapnap it’s too much blood.”
Quackity swayed slightly as he shook his head. Sapnap grabbed his arms a bit harder to keep him balanced.
“Guys it’s…it’s not all mine. So, don’t worry. Just a small cut.”
There was a feeling of pride that arose from the initial fear and protectiveness. Any doubt that the person who did this wasn’t already dead disappeared. Although Sapnap would have preferred to be the one driving his sword through the person who hurt their angel, he couldn’t deny the pride that came with knowing Quackity did his fair share of damage. They could shower him with praise and compliments on his PVP improvements later though.
His wings were completely drooped despite clearly trying to wrap around them. It was clearly not a small cut if the amount of weight Quackity was resting against Sapnap was anything to go by. But the large amount of blood and muffled hisses of pain were enough of an indicator.
Determined, Karl nodded.
“Alright, Sapnap, bring Q to the medic tent just across the field. I’ll go ahead and prepare him a bed. Quackity, don’t be a bitch and let Sapnap carry you.”
At that, he pressed a kiss to Quackity’s forehead and turned around, clearly fighting the urge to stay and comfort the avian. He swayed again and finally slumped against Sapnap, resting his head against his chest.
“Come on His Majesty’s Knight, carry the damsel,” Quackity mumbled. His hand was pressed to his side and he winced at the pressure.
Sapnap snort and moved to scoop up his fiance, making Quackity let out a faux gasp.
“You’re so strong Sappy Nappy, you must work out.”
“Ew dude don’t fucking call me that, gross.”
Quackity just let out a sharp laugh and leaned against Sapnap’s shoulder, entirely content on being carried like a princess. As they walked, he occasionally let out a few groans or cusses from the pain but generally kept quiet. It’d be concerning if Sapnap didn’t know he was injured and coming off the precipice of an intense battle. An adrenaline crash could knock anyone out.
By the time they arrived at the tent, Quackity was half-awake and Karl was already finished setting up supplies. Another dozen medics were rushing in and out of the tent with other injured soldiers. One or two nodded to him but the others were clearly too busy to acknowledge him. He didn't mind, equally focused.
Karl beckoned the two forward and helped Sapnap lay their fiance onto the cot. The movement clearly jostled his injury and Quackity yelped. They quickly moved him to be more comfortable, laying his wings at a better angle. Speaking of which, his wings were surprisingly unharmed and relatively clean.
As Karl moved around, grabbing different pots and bandages, Sapnap ran a hand through the feathers. Quackity visibly relaxed as the feeling.
The process of cleaning and actually finding the wound took a while, but it went smoothly after that. Karl worked remarkably fast, clearly as desperate to see Quackity feeling better as Sapnap was. Even with the clear rushing, Karl was scarily effective at treating the wound. He didn’t even glance at the pots as he administered them, knowing them by heart already.
Karl muttered a few reassurances and compliments as he worked. It managed to distract Quackity enough for him to toss out a few quips or dumb jokes. Sapnap responded when he could but he mostly focused on holding onto Quackity’s hand and brushing through his feathers.
After a solid 20 minutes, everything was properly bandaged and taken care of. Karl slumped into the second chair next to the bed and pressed against Quackity’s side. They all sat in silence for a second, listening to the quiet orders of other medics and the clinking of supplies.
Eventually Karl sighed and sat back up.
“I should go help the others, I’m sure we’re already understaffed enough,” Karl leaned forward and peppered Quackity’s face with kisses, making the other laugh and softly push him away. “You rest pretty boy, I’m keeping your ass on bedrest.”
“You mean you don’t want to see my ass?”
Sapnap shook his head as Karl giggled.
“You’re fucking relentless Q.”
Quackity shrugged and waved as Karl made his way towards the other cots. He turned back to Sapnap and yanked him closer.
“Hold me Sapnap, I’m wounded.”
He did as told, first taking off his bulky armor, and moved to lay half on the bed to cradle the avian. Nodding in content, Quackity nearly immediately passed out. Sapnap followed soon after, still softly running a hand through the other’s wings.