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I’m Kirby, Pog, Pk, or Kirbs I’ll use any pronouns you want to use for me but mainly I go by They/Them, This is my Minecraft one shot book(unless I love the idea or it’s requested :D)

This is my First Request Fic so I’m using a base from 5 separate request Fics I’ve looked at! IF THERES SMUT IN ONE OF THE REQUESTS ITLL BE PUT IN THE CHAPTER TITLE <3

When requesting please be specific in what you want! Requests should mention the ship name (and who is in said ship), the plot(you can leave it to me if you want to but you might get something you didn’t want!), and if ya want any kinks added (for smut) This makes it much more easier for me to tell what you want ALSO MY WRITING STYLE FLUCTUATES QUITE A BIT DEPENDING ON IF IM TIRED OR IN A GOOD MOOD ETC SORRY 💖

Please be patient and respectful with me like I’ve said it’s my first Request book lmao

What I’ll Write for:
LifeStealSMP, The RealmSMP, HermitCraftSMP, EvolutionSMP(EVO), parkour civ, The LifeSeries SMP’s, Affliction SMP, Quackity SMP, ContentSMP, Bliss SMP, RatsSMP, Unstable Universe SMP, Origins SMP, Alien Stage(Web Series), and Yuri on Ice!

What I will Write:
F/M
M/M
F/F
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Fluff(SFW and NSFW)
Angst(SFW and NSFW)
Most Kinks
Blood/Gore
Broken Bones/Missing limbs or Libs being torn off
Cannibalism
Death or MCD
SAFE AND CONSENSUAL Underage sex
SafeWord use(Only if it’s followed through)
Really any ship as long as there is context included
Almost any thing that isn’t Blacklisted I’ll try out! :D

What I will NOT Write:
Non con/Rape
Age Play
Romanticizing self inflicted harm/suicide (things like making the other feel loved with the scars im okay with!)
RPF
Scat/Piss
W1lburS00T
WSS
Gangbang
No Y/N/character or Reader/character. I don't feel comfortable writing it <3

How you can format a request:
Ship:
Top(s) and Bottom(s)(for smut of relationships):
Setting:
Plot:
Kinks (for smut):
Extra details:
Do you want to be credited:
(If yes) what name do you want to be credited as?:

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When Nox approaches Winsweep with it his own eyes widen, and a spark of protection in the form of anger thumps in his chest.

“That’s Rat’s,” he says, staring at the book in Nox’s hands.

“Yes, I know—” “That’s private, why do you have that?”

And as Winsweep gets closer he can see the way Nox stands up a bit straighter at his tone. And how he swallows with the same anxiety he walked into his bedroom with. Because Winsweep, in comparison to other Members, is not one to be very firm with his frie Allies, or anyone working with him.
So it’s not often, that his voice sounds like this. And everyone reacts accordingly.

“I know, I know but listen, dude—” “You shouldn’t even touch that, Nox.”

And perhaps it’s a flaw in his person that he’s this protective over his Hand. Because everyone knows that he is. But in the moment, he thinks of Rat who was nearly shaking when Winsweep had found the journal on his own. The mere thought that Winsweep even read the first page seemed to shake him to his core. So Winsweep had promised that neither he, nor anyone else, would read it. And he isn’t planning to go back on that promise.

“Blake.” Nox starts, and he too steps closer, so he can look Winsweep straight in the eyes. And that has Winsweep stopping for a moment too, because Nox, was not one to often call him by his title. So possibly, this might be important enough to consider.

“I know I shouldn’t have read it—” Winsweep opens his mouth to retort but Nox is waving around his hands in a panic and speaking before he can. “—I hadn’t even meant to, I swear!”

Nox finally averts his gaze, only to start pacing back and forth, gesturing wildly with the book in one hand.

“It—it was just open , and when I walked by a few words I saw caught my attention so I just checked! Well, I was supposed to be checking, but then it was the first page and then the next and the full book and—” He sucked in a deep breath, before pushing the book into Winsweep’s chest, making him stumble backwards.

“You need to read this,” he breathes.

And had it been anyone else, Winsweep thinks, he would’ve shoved it right back into their hands, and told them to never demand a thing such like this from him again. Because how dare they even consider doing anything remotely similar? A breach of privacy, it would’ve been. The worst kind.

And it still was. But this wasn’t anyone that came up to him. This was Nox , the person that had been by his side no matter the circumstances, the person that stayed by Winsweep even as his own best friend left them both, the person who frequently teased him about his relationship with Rat, that was all but platonic! One of the few people that truly swore his life to Winsweep. Not just to the throne.

And who would he be, to doubt Nox?

So, “What was in it?” He asks.

He removes the book from his chest to instead hold it in both hands. He looks at the engravings in the cover. The Rat messily etched into it with a knife, before Rat had truly learned how to make good of his dagger. He’s never looked at it this close.
He looks at the bag, which seemed to be plain leather with no more than a few scratches on it, but at the bottom of it, very small, he recognizes a text he can’t read. Rat had told him once that that was the language they spoke in his hometown.

He’d teach Winsweep it one day, he’d promised.

“He’s–I—” Nox sounds breathless. Winsweep considers that perhaps, he’d ran all the way here. That what he saw was so urgent that he couldn’t manage a second without Winsweep knowing too. And that means something, at least to Winsweep.

He takes a deep breath. “He’s planning to kill you,” Nox gets out, finally.

And Winsweep nearly drops the book. It’s like the emotions hit him in the way he only thought a sword could. He almost doesn’t process what’s said to him, simply because of how unreal it sounds. Because—

“He would never.” Winsweep believes it what all that is left of his heart. From his toes to the last hair on his head. Believing it is as easy as breathing, and the knowledge runs through him similarly to how his blood runs through his veins.

Rat, who’s just as devoted to him as Winsweep is to the the man himself. He couldn’t possibly.
Winsweep didn’t even think it was possibility for Rat to betray him, it just wasn’t something he could do. And he doesn’t say that as upcoming king who hangs the threat of execution over his head like he’s playing catch, but as the person who’s spent nights in Rat’s bed, whispering words no one else was allowed to hear.

And he looks up at Nox, in hopes to find a grin, a laugh to tell him I got you! And for it all to be a big joke. Or him looking away, and awkwardly holding together his hands, to tell Winsweep this is nothing more than a cruel lie.

But Nox looks at him with the barest of tears in Their eyes, and his hands stuck to his side. It’s not often that Nox looks at him with such despair.

He would never , Winsweep wants to say again. But it’s like the words can not find a way out of his throat.

“Read it.”

Winsweep doesn’t want to, he really really doesn’t want to. It’s like his body is in a mode of flight. He wants to drop it all and hide. Hide until there’s no more of any of this, until it’s all back to how it was a few minutes ago.

But he can’t do that, much to his displeasure.

So he opens the book on a random page, it falls open too easily in his hands. He takes a deep breath, before he starts reading.

-

Rat curses to himself slightly as he makes his way through the halls with a small jog. He’s constantly gazing around, just to check, just to make sure. Because he knows that he wouldn’t just leave it here, he hadn’t even had it around here but he looks anyway because what if? Maybe he’s not aware and he had left it here, or perhaps someone had wanted to bring it to him and left it here instead.

Maybe he suddenly started sleep walking. Possibly.

So, maybe Rat was slightly panicked. Just a bit.

He really needs it.

He feels insane as he thinks, that it’s like a part of him that he lost. That it was always supposed to be exactly where he could find it, and that it’s whereabouts what the last thing he was supposed to lose.

And yet, he still doesn’t know where it is. Like he’s lost an organ.

His anxiety might be making him go mad, he’s near sure he is. And he feels unbearably stupid because they told him he couldn’t lose it, and he listened. All these years he’s lived in the castle he’d managed that. Nearly as easy as breathing, he’d even say.

Until now.

And he was fine .

That’s what he thinks as he takes a deep breath.

He’s nearing the end of the hall, and two large doors await him there. Door he’s truly been through way more than he’s supposed to. And two men stand next to it, hand on the hilt of their swords. They both nod to Rat, and Rat nods back. A recognition of how often they pass by each other at these spots.
He pushes open the doors without truly thinking about it, and steps in.

Doors creak as they open. “Winsweep!”

Winsweep recognizes the voice like no other, he’s heard it call out his name millions of times now, and he’s replayed the sound in his head like a mantra. And it makes him nauseous now. It deepens the pit in his stomach so far that Winsweep fears he might throw up, or collapse even. Maybe both. It’s dizzying, and his head has never pounded this much.

He can’t breathe. How can he breathe like this?

Nox seems to move to stand in front of him, but it results in the affirming hand on his shoulder slipping away within a second. And he wants to scream and to chase after the touch, ti yell no , because god, how is he supposed to do this on his own?

“Have you seen…” And the sentence trails off, but it’s almost as if Winsweep can feel Rat’s gaze hit him. Him and the journal that sat wide open in his hands.

Him. him. him , he’s not sure he likes the fact that Rat is looking at him, perceiving him. Knowing of his existence. After Winsweep’s read everything he’s almost done. Planning to do.

He doesn’t look up at the other, he’s not sure he can .

“ Winsweep …”

He wants to throw up. The tone that used to fill him with warmth and care only manages to send such a large surge of fear through him that he can feel his heart beating in his ears.
And so badly , does he want to step forward and fall into awaiting arms like he’s always has. Admit the things that shake him to his core, because Rat was one of the few people he did that with.

Did.

Oh, how he regrets it.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The rock in his throat is the size of a meteor. And it’s gonna crash into him any second. Perhaps it already has.

And he doesn’t hear Rat step closer but he hears Nox shove his foot on the ground as he goes “No step further .”

And he tells himself he’s safe. He’s safe behind Nox with a hand on his sword. And he’s safe with the men standing outside the door, who’d run in if Winsweep yelled loud enough.

But his mind keeps going back to the entries. Next month , they say. Next month, next week, in a few days, tomorrow.

It should be easy , a few of them say. Because Winsweep is so obviously in love.

Had Winsweep ever been anything but foolish?

“I can explain!” Rat exclaims.

And Winsweep hadn’t noticed he was crying. Not until his voice cracks. His vision blurs and a tear flows down his cheek, uncomfortably slow.

“What is there to explain ?” Winsweep asks, and his voice is so soft that he can’t help but feel embarrassed. How obvious it is that this hit him right where it hurt.

Had Rat intended that? Had this too been part of his murder plan.

Rat hadn’t even been able to get out the explanation he swore upon. As Winsweep heard Rat stumble and stammer over his words, he couldn’t help but think that this confirmed all of his fears. What good reason could there have been for this?

“You don’t even have an excuse,” Winsweep whispers. And with the silence that follows, he’s sure Rat heard.

Winsweep had always been told he was full. Ever since he was a little kid. Full of emotions, they’d say. That he perhaps had too many feelings to hold in his body, too big for himself. He thought with his chest, not with his mind.
And oh , they’d say. You’re so full of love . It’s what held him apart from the rest of his family. He had more than they all had combined. Rat had told him that too once.
‘You're just a ball of love, perhaps it is a weakness, but I like you for it anyway.’

And that’s what it always would be, above all. A weakness.

Winsweep holds his fear in his throat, his happiness in the back of his head and his cheeks, his love in his chest; larger than he could carry. His sadness sat in his legs.

And his anger…where was he to hold all of it? All of this?

And in the moment, where Winsweep’s fists clench and the realisation of the betrayal truly dawns upon him, he feels it run through his veins, and he breathes it in like it is air. And in that moment, in such quick succession, he barely noticed the way Nox jumps to the side, or that the book left his hand, or how it hit the door with enough force to make object shake. Right past Rat’s head.

In that moment, he thinks, that perhaps he holds his anger in his fists. And we wants nothing more than to punch with it.

“I trusted you!” He yells, voice roaring through the room. “All these fucking years and this is what you’ve been planning?! I ought to have you executed!”

He’s waving his hands around in gestures and ends right with his finger pointed straight towards Rat. He looks at the other—who, he now noticed, fell to the ground when the journal nearly hit his head. And Rat looks at him with a look of fear he barely sees; because Rat had always been strong and confident and always knew his way out. Winsweep’s almost never seen it, and never at him.

Does Rat know what to do now? Can he swindle his way out of this one?

“I loved you.”

Loved , he says, because he refuses to admit that that small bit in his chest still beats as if Rat just came home from battle. Still beats as if Winsweep can hold him, and help him take off his armor, and press the softest of kisses to his hair. He wants to kill it.

And quietly, he asks; “Did you ever love me? Or was that all a ploy too?”

Rat stumbles as he tries to get upright, tripping over his own feet as he makes his way over. “No no no no no-”

When Rat gets close, Winsweep hears the clanging of Nox’s armor behind him, and he lifts his hand to make the other halt. Logically, he should’ve let Nox step between, to not give his suspected future murder any closer, but Winsweep is not one to think with his head.

And distantly, he thinks that if Rat were to kill him like this, he would’ve let him. Just to end all of this.

Nox stops in his tracks, Rat doesn’t.

Rat’s hands come to cup Winsweep’s face in ways they’d done millions of times before. Winsweep flinches, hard in fact if it wasn’t for Rat’s hold he probably would’ve fallen. He doesn’t like that fact. It scares him even, how scared he is. Only then does he notice too, that he’s shaking. Rat does as well, Winsweep can tell. By the way his stupid eyes soften with what Winsweep wants to think is care.

“You were the best Winsweep, never had anyone better.” And he says soft enough for only Winsweep to hear, and with a smile just a tad too sad. For a moment, it makes Winsweep doubt himself. God , does it make him want to fall back into their old rhythms. Everything that they were and could've been.

“But do you love me?” He sounds pathetic. Weak. Not very royal of him.

And Rat’s silent again for a second, holding a gaze that Winsweep couldn’t read. Normally, that would’ve been something he would’ve let to rest. That Rat has feelings Winsweep doesn’t know about, or understand. Which was fine, because Winsweep trusted Rat enough. He hadn’t needed to know everything.

Until now, he supposed. It instills dread in him.

“You just don’t get it, Winsweep.”

Winsweep feels like he’s going crazy.

“Your last entry was two days ago , Rat.” He leans in slightly closer, just so he knows Rat truly understands what he’s trying to say. “I was going to be dead by next week, Rat, what is there to get?”

He wants to know. He needs to know. Because otherwise he might kill Rat before Nox can.

“…Winsweep.”

Winsweep pulls Rat's hands from his face. He regrets it, because Rat’s hand have made an imprint of warmth on his cheeks where his palms would always fit perfectly. And the cold that’s left behind makes him feel sick. Wanting both to have Rat to hold him forever, just for him to tell Winsweep it’ll be okay, and to not have Rat near him in any way, is not a feeling Winsweep thought he would never experience. Ever.

He steps back. Stumbles, moreso, because he’s still unstable on his feet. God, he might collapse.

“You really have no defense do you?” He mutters, possibly more to himself than to Rat. Because no hope would change this, and he’s starting to realise. “This is just everything you are?”

He feels defeated. Like he lost a war he didn’t even know he’d been fighting. Nox steps forward, and puts a hand on his shoulder. He tenses for just a second—just an instant, where he thought it was Rat—before he leaned into it. Because it was something he could trust.

He hopes.

(But perhaps that’s not the best idea.)

A loud knock on the door has all of them turning their heads.

“Everything alright in there, winsweep?” One of the Men ask. Rightfully, with all the commotion. Although, they’re a bit late.

And Winsweep wonders, is there? What would he even say?

What would he even do? He furrows his eyebrows.
In that short moment, Rat looks back at him with a look all too similar to desperation in his eyes. But Rat had always been good at acting, it seemed. So whether this was a true feeling, or a face he put up just for this, Winsweep wasn’t sure.

But he was sure of the choice it got him to make.

“Nox,” he says, turning to the other. “Get him out of my sight.”

Rat gasps where Winsweep can’t see, stepping forward. “Winsweep please-”

“Tie him up and blindfold him,” Winsweep interrupts. “Bring him as far away from this place as you can.”

“Of course, Blake.”

He closes his eyes, as Nox lets go of his shoulder to go act on the demand. He rubs his hands over his face in a useless attempt to clear his mind. Only then does he notice how wet his face is. He refuses to look at the scene behind him, because he doesn’t want to regret his decision. Not now, not ever. He ignores the calls Rat tries to make.

He swallows. God , how can he—

“Nox?”
It’s suddenly silent behind him. “Yeah?”

“Send the other men to do it. I want you to come back here after.” After a moment he adds; “Please?”

“Of course, Winsweep.” Winsweep can hear Nox’s all too compassionate smile through his voice.

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Ray had sat above the the celebration, as everyone had gathered below the owner of the server had announced season 2 of Bliss SMP Showcasing three members where only one could stay by community vote Ray studied the ground below as fireworks erupted from the ground below it was pretty, equipping his mask he slowly slinked down the hill

His mind is filled with all of his past memories, moments of this server, betrayal, death, how important the gems had become, the exploits and lies, all of it. He had a history, a past, maybe you could call it his legacy but whatever you called it, it had always seemed like a curse to him

He had always been banned every server, every SMP, every promised “safe” haven, every single opportunity he had been given he had fucked up
Every day on a server could be his last, in fact he had built a reputation on it one that stained his every choice and movement his every thought plagued by it as a constant reminder

Every time he thought he had been safe the tables always seem to turn on him, but I mean allies always kill each other in the end, don’t they? That’s what his life in every universe he’s been in has taught him as much as he had wished for it to not be true it was

Puki has had high expectations of him and this makes him think it might’ve been his fault, it’s not it never is… on the day of the festival or the gathering as many would call it. Puki asked him to help pick someone out of the three people on the podium. Ratrick, Kieng and his friend Grogg, or itsRyanstuff, something about it being his job as a member of the server? He had been pressured to vote for Ryan

He didn’t get it, why ask for his opinion and just force him to pick? Purely just because the other was “cat-like” he didn’t understand mortals but he has to keep up with it he has to break out of this curse it’s he can’t keep playing this join, play, get his hopes up, get banned, and repeat. He’s tired of it

He can’t get his hopes up but he can’t show Puki or anyone at this banquet what he is feeling they’ll get annoyed, bored, upset? Who knows but they’ll blame him for it they always do. Deep down he knows what’s to come but he just really doesn’t want to believe it, to act shocked or surprised from being betrayed or backstabbed

“He should have seen it coming” or “he didn’t see him betraying?” it’s what he wants to say but he did see it coming. Puki had taken him off to the side and asked for his gem. Well he didn’t ask he stated he’d take the gem forcefully and to brace himself, something to take note of if you aren’t swear already is if you lose your gem or your gem runs out of mana, You die.

He just sighed, clicking a button on his communicator as Mugm appeared in front of him glaring at Puki, the man looked taken aback “Wait…. you have him on your side…?” he muttered, Mugm laughed “you don’t sound happy to see me?” He was smiling well it had sounded like it

Puki took a step back, charging his gem “guess we’re having rabbit stew.” The man had the audacity to sigh… Ray launched an attack with a fireball of sorts, it hit him square on but didn’t do much damage to Puki. Mugm backed off for a split second “I left my potions at home-…”

Ray whipped his head to Mugm “MUGM YOU ABSOLUTE BAFOON!!!?” Skidding backwards to get closer to him throwing a potion in the air before crushing it under his foot close enough to have Mugm also get splashed, feeling a surge of energy form it they tag teamed the admin

The fight went on back and forth for about 10 minutes before Mugm and Ray were forced to retreat. Ember had also met up with them at this point helping them momentarily before running off but it was a little too late Puki had gotten too close to them. Ray freaked out shoving Mugm in front of him “SHIT! RUN! HE'S HERE!” Mugm ran but turned around ready to get him off of Ray.

“WHERE.” Mugm’s voice echoed through the forest. Ray turned around to grab Mugm’s wrist “BEHIND US?? I SEE HIM! QUICK, RUN?!” They had gotten lost from one another at some point Ray had grabbed a boat and slid across an iced over lake doing circles around Puki before rushing off in a separate direction

Puki added him to a voice chat through their Comms he had nothing important to do other than berate Ray he had zoned out half way through the main point? He didn’t have a reason to attack Ray he just wanted the energy, Energy is like lives every time you die you lose energy and the person who claimed your death message gets the same amount of energy they took from you put into their own Gem if you lose all your energy and your Gem cracks you get banned

He got In a call with Mugm and they had a few ideas of how Puki found them one of which being Ember snitching on them, and the one Ray never spoke of is if Mugm released the information of their Coords as it seemed Puki and Sylver someone who helped attack them earlier only seemed to want Ray dead

They had dug in a hole after meeting up, finding a base they had laughed about until they realized who it belonged to. They slowly dug up next to one another. They were laughing and having fun! Well… that was until Mugm pulled out cobwebs and started to attack Ray saying it was about an earlier conversation when he’d mentioned having illegal items

He’d only told Mugm because he made the foolish mistake of trusting him.. the thousands of messages their first interaction everything they’ve done for each other and then every red flag Ray missed, it all started to come back to him “OKAY WHAT IF I GET RID OF THE ILLEGAL ITEMS??” He nervously smiled pleading with Mugm, “please, we can still be teammates… right?”

Mugm stayed quite digging the stone above him before he started to dig and shove his sword repeatedly through Rays armor he shed a single tear as Mugm took his final crit, killing Ray Taking his energy the few moments he spent in the limbo while lady death took part of his life force felt like eternity he thought back on every memory they had together every interaction they shared every single item he had given him and what he had been given in return

As he respawned the wound of betrayal was fresh like a cut being assaulted with salt a it in the grand scheme of things could be compared to a paper cut but to him it was more than that it was a deep cut a dagger shoved in his gut so far deep he could barely see the handle poking through the front maybe he was never supposed to find comfort

Maybe it was all a lie? Whatever it was. He should've been numb to it by now but, this one? This one stung the amount of trust he put into Mugm the hours they spent together was it all a facade? A lie? He had no one now? Nothing to lose. No one to card for.

The last words he had heard left him nauseous “I’m so sorry Ray” his name said from that man caused Bile to rise in his stomach. His Comm was buzzing non stop no one could believe what had happened and to be honest? Neither could he. A man he treated like family betrayed him.. for what? An item he’d have given up if only Mugm had told him he didn’t like Ray having

It was all a ploy after all I mean he said it before maybe it’s time he say it again. “The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.” It’s been a painful reminder of one that always came back as the truth, the truth of which he lives. He had just wished maybe he had not taken those items, or trashed them. Maybe just not tell Mugm but now. It’s too late

And no matter how BADLY he wants to say he didn’t or couldn’t have seen it coming, if he did he’d be a liar like the man that had just betrayed him for nothing. Every friendship, allyship ANYTHING that he has had or has whatever it may be every sever he’s joined every legacy he’s forgotten everything ends with him being the punchline. And maybe this time he wants to prove that he wasn’t just a joke?

He had gone to spawn seeing red killing and fighting everything he could the first to fall? Sylver, second to fall? Ecorridor. He had a talk with Wyll no hope for friendship just to talk

And what did the man have to say? “Why do you always ask for death to punch you down?” It's funny “punch” like a punchline, a hit to gut, maybe a cruel joke. He got to his feet as soon as Wyll had stopped talking and unsheathed his sword he’d started to run as fast as he could manage narrowly dodging trees obstacles or jumping over holes barely missing Wyll’s attacks hoping to lose him in the lush forest

The cruel part of it all? Mugm was there too, it was a plan most likely orchestrated by said man. Element and a few others were here too but with some respawn anchor PVP and a few hits with his sword they were down quickly

Element had gotten him in a call after he’d killed him; they had started a debate about nothing worth his time. That’s what he thought until Element had mentioned something one sentence that caused him to pause “no one wants you here, you keep pissing everyone off” No one wanted him here. Typical. But HE was pissing people off? HE WAS PISSING PEOPLE OFF.

He had left the call annoyed going to spawn and killing element again before he had been pinged by Wyll again, Wyll was Mugm’s last teammate that pissed him off, he had asked weird questions Ray started to use his Ender pearls running a way from spawn he paused as Wyll asked him what energy his Gem was at.. that’s odd he’d run to his base and went to sleep trying to get Wylls weird questions out of his head

When he woke up Wyll had told him that all 4 of his enemies were at spawn waiting for Him. Unlike when others die and they can get revived Ray cannot; his Code simply will not allow it whenever he dies and gets banned, he will be replaced, an endless cycle that he has been stuck on.

Wyll and Ray were teammates so when the question of where his base was, was brought up he couldn’t stop himself from defending his actions of not telling his team “I’ve trusted too many people.” Wyll responded. “So have I. But if I had two, I’d give my teammate my base Coords.”

Ray had this nagging feeling that Wyll was lying Maybe just maybe he could trust him just this once maybe he could have someone to rely on. The thoughts inside his head told him but no, he did this with Mugm and look how that ended! But he couldn’t help but agree.. if he had to go out with Wyll who didn’t just see him as liability but as a valued member of his team.. then

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Foolishly he went to spawn aiming to kill Sylver he had started to kill the first person who got in his way they ended up Combat logging and he started to EnderPearl our Wyll nagging and getting on to him for being reckless

They started to make jokes Wyll suggesting he paint his face to look like his mask and get people really confused and think OH RAY IS HERE??? When Ray felt his code rip itself apart a feeling all good familiar he gasped tears springing to his eyes as he realized what was happening

Puki had gone into the server's code and manually kicked him, banning his soul from ever entering that realm again. his Gem fell to the floor shattering onto the netherrack as Wyll was left alone, his teammate gone in a blink of an eye one second they were laughing and joking and the next? Ray was gone for good…

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The worst part about being forced through a game revolving around death wasn’t the death, no. Death was the easy part. What came after was worse, much worse, and they both knew this. Everyone learned about what exactly a respawn entailed (and what it was like to watch happen) when Wyll, Ray, and a few others witnessed Element’s death.
Ray was blown, his body torn into countless pieces. The stench of burning flesh and organs, lit by the internal explosive material within the creeper. It was like no death any of them had seen before and, for a moment, silence hung in the air as they wondered if Ray was gone for good.
Fortunately, Ray’s body slowly started to reform itself, bits of unidentifiable person insides and flesh painstakingly crawling together to form a body. The more parts that grew together, the brighter Ray’s “body” became. Brighter as if his skin and bones were made of a blinding light, worse than the sun that shined in the sky.
Unable to look anymore, some flinched away while others squeezed their eyes shut or covered their faces with their hands. The light was viewable even through closed eyelids, which Wyll learned from first hand experience. Suddenly, the light was gone, accompanied by a sharp hiss of anguish from Ray.
The tale spread rapidly, as gossip often does, and similar instances of respawn were discovered. Ember’s body laid limp and lifeless as the wound from the mob that slain him healed. Puki’s broken bones from “tripping” twitched and spasmed as they worked to straighten themselves out enough to bring his body back to life. A similar thing happened to Ray a bit later, go figure, when he fell into a ravine.
Everyone knew the horror of a respawn. Even those who had not lost a life yet, like Wyll, knew this. They’ve witnessed it and it hurt so much more when the person was one close to one’s heart.
Like Mugm.
The same Mugm who Wyll watched explode alongside Ray and Ember, blown up by what should have been a failed trap.
Mugm had gone to Wyll yelling about how he hadn’t meant to die there glaring at Wyll
“Mugm I,” Wyll tried not to stutter as he mind raced to process exactly what Mugm was saying, The diamond axe weighed heavily in his hands as he tightened his grip on the hilt Mugm halted tilting his head

Wyll squeezed his eyes shut sighing, He knew he would do anything Mugm asked of him, even if he didn’t like what it entailed. Mugm’s lips twitched into a bittersweet smile
The faint taste of copper was detected by Wyll’s taste buds as he bit his canines down hard on his tongue. Mugm had sighed leaving the base
A whole day-night cycle could have gone by and Wyll wouldn’t have known. It was like Wyll was in a timeless bubble on the altar as he waited for Mugm’s to return so they could be together. Wyll refused to leave, no matter how pathetic(?) he looked. It wasn’t the best image to give anyone who may come visit (or attack) unexpectedly, raiding their base but he couldn’t find himself caring. He couldn’t leave
he heard someone coming down the bobble elevator “Mugm?” Wyll inquired to figure out is Mugm actually was here, voice cracking. Mugm didn’t respond, as he swam into the room he had stared at Wyll, hunger for what he might not have known
Mugm stalked forward licking his lips silently as he had slowly made his way in front of Wyll humming happily seeing Wyll not even flinch at him being so close he grabbed Wyll’s hand lifting him up with a smile
“Wyll,” the man shuddered slightly, humming in response Mugm tightened his hold on Wyll, peppering kisses down his exposed neck. Wyll tensed at first but slowly eased into Mugm’s hold “Mugm- what are yo-“ being silenced with a small peck on his lips Mugm lifted Wyll’s shirt slightly he loved looking at Wyll so dearly
“Mugm- we can’t- not right here” his voice holding no real urgency or annoyance but Mugm still listened leading him down the hall
Once they had sat down on their shared bed, Mugm removed his dark sunglasses and tucked them away into his inventory, he now was looking into Wyll’s eyes, with his full attention on his lover “color?”
Wyll blinked thinking slightly this base was too findable…. He shouldn’t- they shouldn’t not here he mumbled into Mugm’s Shoulder the void hummed in response. Wyll sighed speaking louder this time “I don’t know,” hugging Mugm to the best of his abilities
Mugm tilted his head slightly to let Wyll adjust better “that’s okay, I’ll have to make us a safer spot tomorrow” no malice in his words just pure love Wyll nodded “can we sleep next to each other tonight?” He said it so awkwardly Mugm wanted to laugh “yeah” Mugm rolled onto his side lifting the covers on top of them letting Wyll lay there till he had fallen asleep Mugm soon following behind

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He and Astron never really talk, but he has seen him at the house multiple times, smiling bright and happy. All that was in going on in his mind was, what was he doing here?
He took Astron limp body in his arms, carrying him to his house. He put Astron head on his chest as he opened his house door and closed it behind him. He put him on his couch and dashes to his bathroom for some towels and dried his best to dry Astron. But no success.
He sighed, he was going to have to wake up him somehow so Astron could change in warm cloth, because if not, the poor boy was going to get hyperthermia.
He crouched next to Astron and started slightly shaking him. "Astron, Astron wake up." He didn't even move.
After trying that multiple times, he was about to give up and change him himself when Astron' eyes fluttered open. He almost fell off the couch, as the first things that he saw were Rat's green eyes. He started opening and closing his eyes, almost as if he wasn't sure.
"Astron, you need to change of cloth, now."
That woke him up as he sat upright in Rat's couch, feeling kind of dizzy and like the world was spinning, he was nauseous and what the hell was he doing at Rat's house?
"What - what am I doing at your house?" He voiced his thoughts, trying to steady himself.
"Well, if you hadn't ran out in the middle of a storm into the forest and passed out, you wouldn't be here."
Astron eyes snapped to Rat's green ones, remembering the reason he did such thing. "I - thank you."
Rat nodded in acknowledgement as he walked to his bedroom, asking, "Why did you do that anyway?" As he tried to find a small shirt and boxers for Astron to change in.
Astron closed his eyes, everything seem heavier. He couldn't tell Rat, he didn't want his pity or anything, so he just answered with, "I was having some troubles with the others, and I wasn't really thinking when I ran out in the rain."
Rat walked back to the living room with the smallest shirt he found, which was the same size, as the others ones - too big for Astron - because he always gives away the shirts that don't fit him anymore. He took a newly washed boxer of his too. He handed them to Astron. "Here, change in this. You need to get out of those wet clothes. Sorry I couldn't find anything of your size..." He trailed off, scratching his neck.
Astron looked down at the cloth and back up to Rat, smiling warmly at him. "Thank you," He whispered, getting up. He looked around Rat's house for the bathroom and then at Rat.
"Oh, the bathroom is in my room. It's to the left."
He nodded and followed his directions.

After a few hours, the storm was just getting more horrible, which meant Rat wasn't letting Astron get out in his almost sick state to a storm.
"But - we don't even know each other that well.." Astron said again as Rat rolled his eyes.
"Fine, lets get to know each other. That good for you?"
Astron nodded, grinning as he moved closed to Rat on living room floor with the blanket thrown around his body. He was wearing Rat's shirt, which was surprisingly very comfy but big. And some of Rat's boxer that was kind of falling down every time he stood up. His back was against the couch as he tried to get comfy next to Rat.
"Why do you live so far away from everything?" Astron asked absentminded, smiling up at Rat.
Rat's eyes flickered to Astron thighs. The whole time Astron has had been walking round with his over-sized shirt and boxers, all he could think was; that he wants to wreck Astron. Fuck him senseless until his screaming Rat's name again and again and can't say anything else and can't think anymore. All he can think about is how would it feel like to be inside him, to fuck him against a dinner table. And - and Rat needs to stop thinking like that, because as Astron said, they barely know each other and Astron looks so fragile like a simple touch of Rat would break him. "Because I like to be alone," He answered, his eyes flickering to Astron eyes. "But lately, I don't want that." He muttered, closing his eyes.
"I don't like to be alone." Astron admitted, his eyes trailing all along Rat's set jaw. "Because I don't like to be alone with my own thoughts," He added after a second, making Rat's eyes open and peak at him from the corner of his eyes as Astron looked down at the floor, unsure what to say anymore.
"You're always happy, you know? When I see you at spawn, you're always smiling and laughing and just - just being happy. I wish I was like that." Rat muttered quietly, because it felt safe to tell Astron his secrets, just the two of them at his house and the storm and lighting outside, it felt safe and he liked it.
Astron laughed humorless. "Well, when I can't smile in my own home base, I try to do it outside."
Rat's hands found Astron' as he asked, "What do you mean?"
Astron eyes flicker to the hand Rat was brushing with his thumb softly. "It's hard to smile when your own team doesn't want you." Before Rat can answer to that, a very loud lighting scared Astron, making him scoot more closely to Rat. "I’m also scared of storms." He mumbled, as Rat looked at him surprised since Astron was almost on his lap.
Rat sighs in content as he takes Astron' waist and places him on his lap, making Astron squeak in surprise. "You're so tiny," Rat mumbled.
Astron frowned. "I’m not tiny," He complained, moving around Rat's lap before he was comfortable and laid his head on Rat's chest, hearing his steady breathing.
Rat chuckled. "Oh, yes you are."
Astron turned around to face Rat on his lap; his feet folded Indian-styles as he bumped noses with Rat. He smirked as he saw Rat looking down at his lips. "I'll show you tiny," He whispered before leaning just a little bit, so his lips were brushing Rat's slightly and as he was about to pull away
Rat grazed their lips together, capturing Astron lips on his. Astron didn't pull away, on the contrary, he pushed into it. Rat snaked his hands around Astron back and moved to the right, so his back wasn't facing the couch anymore. Astron took advantage of this and pulled away from their kiss and put his hands on Rat's shoulder and made him lay down on the ground as Astron straddled his stomach.
Astron leaned down again, kissing Rat, biting his lower lip as a throaty moan escaped Rat's throat. Rat put his hands on Astron waist again, and sitting up. He stood up with Astron wrapped around his waist, not breaking the kiss once as he made his way to his bedroom.
Rat climbed in bed, one hand around Astron and the other holding himself up in his bed. He finally laid Astron down on bed, his body covering Astron and - and he wanted to take Astron now.
"Astron - I - I need… you." He said breathless, pulling away from the kiss, and he groaned at the sight of Astron pink, and puffy lips.
"Good, because I need you too." He responded, bringing Rat down by his shirt collar and kissing him again, running his tongue along Rat's bottom lip.
As they kissed, Astron took the opportunity to take Rat's shirt off, one button at the time. He then slide it off him, throwing it god knows where as Rat slide off his shirt off Astron, braking away from the kiss. Astron lay back down, and Rat started kissing his neck and collarbone and running his hands across Astron' Sides
He moans at the feeling as Rat is on his neck again, sucking and biting and Astron just needs Rat inside him - he just does and he needs it now.
"Rat…" Astron groans as Rat moved up and brushed his hard length against Astron already hard cock. "I - I need - need you... now."
Rat nods, his curls tickling Astron neck. "Have you ever done this before?"
Astron nodded. "Once."
Rat furrows his eyebrows as he looks down at Astron Rat huffed possessively, kissing Astron again as his hand wanders to his drawer, trying to find lube.
He bits Astron bottom lip before pulling away and saying, "Can you flip on your stomach?" Astron complies and Rat slides his boxers off
He puts lube on his fingers warming it a bit before getting impatient and moving them to Astron who shivers at the feeling. He tries to steady his breathing as he tries to enter Astron with his finger but it's just - he's so tight and he's trying to be gentle as possible.
He stops to see if Astron still wants this as he asks, "Okay?" Asking his permission to put another finger and Astron just whimpers because he can feel himself being stretch and the burning sensation is horrible but he wants this so bad so he nods.
Rat puts another finger in, wiggling a little and the burning sensation is almost not there anymore and wave of pleasure are crashing Astron. He starts moaning as Rat puts a third finger and starts scissoring his hole. And Rat can feel his cock twitch with each moan Astron releases and the pre-cum leaking against his pants.
"Ha - Rat." Astron moans his name. "I - I need you inside me, now." Astron gasps.
Rat removes his fingers from Astron hole and slides off his boxers. He takes a condom from where he took the lube and slides on and then takes a generous amount of lube on his hands and covers his cock and puts some on the rim of Astron hole again. He positions himself comfortably on Astron thighs, and then his pressing the head of his cock against Astron clenching hole. He pushes slowly and stops when his cock in halfway inside, kissing all down Astron back, giving him a little to adjust and then his pushing again and Astron is whimpering and moaning and Rat is fucking turned on by this.
He stops as he is all inside Astron, finally. He doesn't hear anything from Astron so he whispers, "Astron? Love? Are you ok?" Astron doesn't answer so Rat, thinking he had hurt him too or maybe went to fast - it doesn't matter, he fucked up anyway - so Rat starts to pull out, slowly before Astron just moves his ass slowly.
"Don't you dare pull out, Rat.” Astron voice sounds strained, but it's there nonetheless. Rat nods putting his hands on Astron hips and starts thrusting into him slowly.
Each time Astron moves to meet Rat’s thrust, his cock brushes against the bed and he can't feel anything but everything at the same time, he can feel Rat filling him up but he can't remember how did he even end up in Rat's bed, but he can feel everywhere were Rat's has touched with kisses and soft hands.
Astron can't think anymore, and the sounds that leave his mouth are very close to Rat's name but he doesn't care, he just wants Rat but he doesn't, because Rat is amazing and he isn't, and Rat probably needs someone who can fuck with him without getting feelings involved and isn't broken, but Astron doesn’t care about that now as Rat's hands reaches around his stomach to take Astron cock in his hands and starts pumping and Astron senses are heighten and he is so close.
He keeps screaming Rat's name as Rat's thrust get sloppier because he is close too. But Rat wants Astron to come first so he holds back as Astron pushes harder against his cock.
Astron pushes his head harder against the pillow as he is shuddering and has eyes close as he comes against Rat's hands and Rat's names is all the is on Astron lips. Rat gives Astron one and then two thrusts before he was coming too, filling. Rat pulls out slowly and Astron whimpers due to the feeling of being empty as Rat throws the come-filled condom on the bin between his bed and nightstand as he falls next to Astron.
Astron, half dazed and sleepy, says, "I love you Rat." As he curls against Rat's chest and Rat circles his arms around him as he kisses on top of Astron head.
"I love you too." Rat whispered back.
As Astron finally closed his eyes, he said, "Remind me again tomorrow morning so I don’t forget?" Rat smiled as he drifted off next to Astron