MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

You Promised- Karlnap 💧

CW: character death, sickness

Plot: Karl and Sapnap are married. Karl gets sick.

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Third Person POV.

"Karl! Karl! The letters here!" Sapnap yells as he stumbles through the hallway. His feet slipping from beneath him as he runs, his face full of joy.

"It's here?" Karl asks, his head peering from around the corner, his eyes bright. "You better not be fucking with me, Nick,"

"I'm not," Sapnap breathes out as he grabs Karl, pulling him close. "I swear to you, I'm not,"

"What— What does it say?" Karl asks, his eyes wide and wild as he looks between Sapnap and the piece of paper in his hand.

"I don't know— I haven't read it yet," Sapnap admits, staring at the letter in disbelief. It's actually here.

"Read it, read it," Karl urges, his smile wide.

"Okay, okay," Sapnap opens the letter, seeing the perfectly printed writing and begins to read. "Dear Mr and Mr Jacobs, we are writing to inform you that...Karl," Sapnap looks up at his husband, glistening tears in his eyes.

"Yes? What does it say?" Karl breathes.

"We are writing to inform you that..." Sapnap breathes deeply, then continues reading. "That your request for the adoption of Toby Smith has been improved,"

Karl gasps, holding his hands to his mouth as he begins to cry. "We did it?" Karl asks, barely believing the words on his tongue.

"We did it, Karl," Sapnap tells him, nodding as he himself begins to cry. "Tubbo!"

"Yeah?" A small boy asks as he rounds the corner running his eyes of sleep, messy brown hair on top of his head as he walks towards the two men. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, yes, everything's perfect," Karl says, his voice full of joy as he squats down to meet their currently foster son's height. "We did it, we are able to adopt you,"

"Wait— really?" Tubbo asks, his eyes darting between the two men.

"Yeah, really, kiddo," Sapnap says as he ruffled the small boys already messy hair.

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"Dad, I'm not three years old anymore, I know how to dress myself," Tubbo tells him as he pulls a shirt over his head.

"I know, love, but it's still crazy that you're off to school already," Karl says through teary eyes.

"He'll be back in a few hours, baby," Sapnap tells Karl as he rests a hand on the man's smaller shoulder. "He's not going off to college,"

"Yet," Karl corrects, a new wave of tears washing over the man. "Oh god, I don't know how I'll do it, sending you off to college,"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Sapnap tells him, pulling him in close by the waist. "Go make sure Tom is ready, yeah?"

"Okay, Pateras," Tubbo says joyfully before he runs off down the hall to his adopted brother's room.

"Oh, Sap, I don't know how I'm gonna get through the day on my own," Karl whines as he buries his face into his husband's shoulder.

"You won't be on your own," Sapnap tells him. "It won't be more than an hour before Tommy is calling to be picked up and taken home,"

"An hour too long," Karl whines.