(This is based off of an AU I'm working on! Here's some context to better understand this :)

SapNap is an abuse victim, having used his fire powers to burn down his house. It causes his biological parents to die in the fire, and he was only 8 years old when it happened. Thus resulting in him having severe trauma and anxiety and panic attacks. Quackity and Karl are both aware of this, and try their best to help their husband, but sometimes the best thing to do is just allow SapNap to let all of his bottle up fear and frustrations out.)

(Here's some drawings of them to help you imagine them :) )

(Idky it's sideways– anyways, here's the oneshot :D )

[Severe Angst Up Ahead]

          A small laugh left the male, bright orange tears filling his eyes. Fire surrounded his hands, the male not giving two cares about the intense heat. He ignored the pain in his hands, his tail flicking slowly as he began to laugh. Tossing his head back, his hair flashed orange as he began to cackle maniacally. He hugged himself, nails digging into his arms as he continued to laugh. Tears streamed down his face as he did this, his eyes wide as his pupils contracted. Karl bit his lip.
          "Do we...do we try and step in?" He whispered to Quackity, turning his head to look at his other husband. Said male has teary eyes, heart aching at the sight of SapNap. Quackity bit his lip, hesitating for a moment. "...Yes," he finally said, watching as SapNap hunched over. "Just...t–try not to touch his hands," he said, Karl giving a soft nod. SapNap hunched over, soft yet crazed giggles leaving him as Karl and Quackity slowly began to approach.
          "SapNap?" Karl asked somewhat calmly, freckled face holding worry. "Amor...que pasó? Talk to us," Quackity said gently, keeping an eye out for the flames on SapNap's hands.
          SapNap suddenly fell to his knees, Karl and Quackity growing more alarmed. SapNap wasn't giggling anymore. He was.....sniffling?
          "Why?" His voice trembled, the flames on his burning hands beginning to slowly die down. "W–why me? Why did it h–have to be me?" He whined, curling up slightly. Karl took a sharp breath as tears began to form in his hazel colored eyes. Quackity's expression softened, taking another step closer. "I'm sorry–" SapNap breathed, screwing his eyes shut. He began to mutter that phrase repeatedly, not daring to look up at his husbands.

          A gentle hiss left SapNap as Karl began to rub burn ointment on his hands. The heat from SapNap's flame was so intense that it burned his hands immensely, them being a dark purple color. Only his finger tips were unaffected. Quackity's bright yellow wings were wrapped around himself and SapNap as Karl tended to SapNap's wounds. SapNap wore an expression that showed he was ashamed of himself. His head hung, black locks covering his face a bit. Quackity leaned forward so that his chest pressed against SapNap's back, peppering his neck with soft pecks. "You're okay," he said in a hushed voice,  hands resting on SapNap's upper arms.
          "I'm okay," SapNap repeated in a shaky, almost whisper. Karl bit his lip harshly, causing the skin to peel and the slight taste of iron hitting his tongue. He grabbed bandage wraps, beginning to carefully wrap SapNap's hand with it. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked calmly, glancing up at SapNap. He didn't look up at Karl.
          "I..I don't think so," SapNap said in a hoarse voice. "Not now at least...I just want to forget it happened."
          "Then we won't talk about it," Quackity responded, snaking his arms under SapNap's and hugging his waist. Karl then cut the bandage wrap, tucking it into place before wrapping SapNap's other hand. It went quiet for a moment. "Why do you put up with me?"
          Karl and Quackity immediately looked up, exchanging glances with each other. "What?" Karl asked quietly.
          "You could have so much better, but you chose me," SapNap spoke, looking up at his brunette husband. There were fresh orange tears in his black eyes. "Why? Why did you choose me?"
          "Because we love you," Quackity said, cupping SapNap's cheek and making him turn to face him. "We aren't 'putting up with you',  Amor. We're doing our jobs as your husbands and helping you."
          "Isn't it exhausting?" SapNap asked, his tone having a whine to it. "Don't you get tired of having to do this every other week? Having to bandage me up and watch me break down?"
          "I'd rather bandage you up than let you run off and get even more hurt," Karl said, holding up SapNap's now bandaged hand and pressing his lips gently against his palm. SapNap's lip quivered as his tears finally began to roll down his face. Nothing else came out of his mouth except for gentle sobs. Quackity pulled him back into his arms, burying his face in his back a bit. Karl scooted close enough to join the hug, SapNap latching his arms around Karl's figure and hiding his face in his shoulder. He gripped the back of Karl's shirt tightly, his body shaking as he sobbed harshly.

(A majority of this was based off of this drawing I did of the AU 💃)