#3rd life oneshot

[cannedcrow]

Flower Husbands Week 2022 - Snapdragons

A/N: I wanted to write at least a little something for this week. :) @flower-husbands-week

It was the flowers, not practicality, that had originally drawn the pair to their home. Blushing water lilies relaxed on the surface of the shallow pool that hollowed the mossy carpet of the valley, speckled by the stray petals of many a blossoming tree. Wildflowers of every kind grew in the soft grass, their names poetry alone - meadowfoam and celandine, forget-me-not, amaranthus and maylilies. Scott had quickly made it his mission to learn the names of every one.

The valley was a shelter, paradise amidst a land infested with death - death, which lurked over every hill, which hung in the air like smoke and poisoned every consciousness like ink in water. Death that clawed friendships apart, that hollowed hearts and blackened hopes.

But after any conflict, they had the hollow to return to. Sheltered by the ridge of birch trees, they could lounge in the soft grass as they discussed their alliances and worries, or sit in silence and watch the bees visit the snapdragons and foxgloves, tucking themselves snugly into each bell before flying off again. There was safety within the two houses, cut snugly into the cliffs with the water between them.

Autumn’s chill settled over the valley, and the flowers of spring and summer died, replaced by thick brambles that offered a wealth of blackberries as though in apology for the season.

“Do you think we’ll have to fight?” Jimmy asked. The two sat by the water’s edge, Scott mending a shirt while Jimmy idly examined a stem of snapdragons.

Tensions had risen, as expected, and both knew they’d soon be deeply entangled with the violence they’d so far evaded. Dogwarts and the desert dwellers were hellbent on razing eachother to the ground and seemed determined to drag those few who were unaligned with either group down with them. Their side - were they to take one - had been decided when Jimmy had burnt the Dogwarts banner in the face of the Red King.

Scott met his gaze, feeling the hairline-crack in his heart twinge at Jimmy’s troubled red eyes and ashen countenance. “Yeah, I think we will,” he agreed gravely.

“But we’ll always come back, alright?” Jimmy said solemnly, “No matter what happens, we’ll come back here and sit by the water again. Even- even if it’s just the two of us in the end.”

“Even if,” Scott agreed, fear and love welling in his heart and making his voice tremble. “Imagine if it were only us. We wouldn’t have to win or lose. There’s a life to be had here, you know? And I think we’re the only ones capable of taking it. I mean of being the final two; refusing to fight.”

“Then you promise? Promise we’ll come back here?” Jimmy proffered him the stalk of snapdragons, an unspoken token of agreement.

Scott regarded him for only a moment. “I promise.” He took the stem and tucked it behind one ear.

“Don’t you go back on that now!” Jimmy said, his grin only thinly veiled in sternness, “I’ll never forgive you if you break the Flower Vow.”

Jimmy spent a moment vainly struggling to craft a portmanteau of ‘flower vow’ before resignedly lying back in the grass.

Scott snickered and resumed his sewing. “I wouldn’t break a promise. Not to you.”

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The valley was quiet as Scott reached the cliff edge, waiting as peacefully as ever for them. For him. His footsteps were heavy as he descended the path, sword dragging behind him, red with drying blood he hadn’t bothered to clean. He sat by the waters edge, the grass sun-warmed and the water mockingly beautiful, glinting with the late evening sun.

He felt suddenly that he wanted to curl up and crawl out of his armour, and he began to shed it piece by battered piece. The diamond he’d worked so hard for was unrecognisable under the dust and sand, the smears of soot from a desert that had been heaved skyward with explosives, and the blood of those who’d been unlucky. He was aware of his own blood drying uncomfortably on the side of his face and pulsing weakly from several wounds that stained his clothes and protested their neglect with stabs of pain.

He could go inside and rest, care for his wounds and prepare for the next battle. But the sight of the two houses was too cruel - two inviting doorways that waited patiently for their owners, unknowing that one of the valley’s residents would not return.

Something fell lightly on Scott’s hand, and he looked down to see the stalk of snapdragons, wilted and tragic in too short a time. He thought how strange it was that they’d fallen from his hair only now. He examined the flowers blankly, meeting the gaze of a cluster of grinning skulls, bloodless petals curled into delicate bone.

What a terrible thing it is to love what death can touch.

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

If you love me, let me go.

Once there was a nuclear war that decimated much of the planet. Only the rich who escaped into protected cities lived, with very few lucky ones on the outside, surviving the bombs. Those who survived in the city set up a government and established order. Oasis in the cruel environment.

The outsiders begged and pleaded to be allowed in, but the city's citizens refused entry due to the radiation on the outsiders. Getting desperate, outsiders began fighting against themselves for the scarce resources that the destroyed land offered. The radiation changed and manipulated the DNA of the outsider as years passed. This marked the creation of two known groups: The Citizens of Life and The Crimson Outsiders.

A hundred years have passed since the war. The City of Life’s government opened the gate of their city. The message has spread across the wasteland. Many outsiders were curious, and others cautioned. After all, everything comes with a price in the wasteland….

The hot sun shone across the desolate red wasteland. Dead burned skeletal remains of trees cast long eerie shadows, an illusion of a once lush forest. The night was descending upon the stricken dry land. Once darkness consumed the earth, a figure appeared from underneath the roots of the remains of a tree.

He stood up, brushing the soil from his pants, stitched together with practiced hands, and picked up his satchel, made with some sort of purplish leather. He slipped on his patcher work coat over his once white, now rusty red t-shirt. His cyan hair is chopped short, revealing small goat horns beginning to grow.

Scott, better known as Poison Poppy, glances around, his llama-like ears swiveled alert, searching for any life near him. Red and yellow eyes searched the dark wasteland, seeing clearly in the dark. Once deeming it clear, he pulled his dark green bandanna with a red poppy symbol stitched over his nose. He pulled out a fedora and placed it on his head along with the bandanna. His llama ears drooped with the weight of his beloved hat.

Double-checking once more, Scott began to sprint across the bare land. His steps nearly mimicked an elk in gracefulness and a cheetah in swiftness. As impressive as he was, he knew he was at the bottom of the food chain. He was weak compared to Red King and Scarlet Macaw.

He was currently being hunted by both as of this moment. Scott didn’t do anything to anger them. No. It was the opposite. He had them worried and pissed.

It was a tough life in the wasteland. You needed allies to watch your back. To depend on you and depend on them in return. Everyone tended to be loners in the red desert. Scarlet Macaw and Red King were the only two that Scott trusted. So, when Scott sent them a mimic bird that he was heading to Life City, he didn’t expect this type of reaction.

Both had sent mimic birds back, threatening, pleading, begging for him not to go.  Scott had admitted he was curious about non-radiated people. He knew vaguely what his ancestors looked like before the radiation had affected them. Plus, his thirst for adventure was never quite quenched. They met up with him and refused to let him enter the city, saying it was too dangerous. When Scott refused to listen to them, they resorted to trying to take him back to the sandcastle, the base they shared, but Scott is known for being slippery. Once he had gotten away, he immediately started to head north, toward Life City.

Scott kept sprinting, heading north as fast as he could. He could tell he was getting farther north as real grass patches had begun to spring up around him. Scott soon slowed down his pace as the moon had reached the middle of the night sky. Taking a moment to pause, he studied the plants around him. Sure, he had seen and used them in his everyday life, but something about plant life made him pleased. He slowed his pace, only slightly to admire the grass and the sacred flowers.

After hours of more running and walking, just as dawn had begun to rise, Scott had just found a large rock to settle under to sleep the day away, something in the distance had caught Scott's eye. Barely visible, a small black dot sparkled in the distance. Scott’s ears perked up happily. He had found it!

He had just enough time to celebrate his discovery before something else caught his attention. A long mournful howl filled the air, shaking Scott to his core, his ears swiveling and head whipping around, trying to find out where the sound came from. Scott looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowing on two figures in the distance, closing in fast. A screech echoed the howl.

Scott cursed under his breath and snatched up his satchel. Damn it, they found him.  

He took off sprinting in the direction of the city, heart beating out of his chest. If they caught him now, he would be in the cell for a week for sneaking off, and then be guarded like a fragile piece of glass for another month.  He grumbled at the prospect.

He wasn’t helpless. He stole from Blood Moon and got off scot-free. He can survive just fine by himself. But Red King and Scarlet Macaw think that because he doesn’t have powerful adaptations, he is defenseless. But he’s not!

Scott huffed to himself as he ran, periodically looking behind him and above him, looking for Scarlet Macaw in the air. Glancing behind him, he was pleased to see his allies had stopped under the boulder under which he was going to sleep. He could see Red King’s wolf ear twitch under his crown along with Scarlet’s wings ruffled with discontent.  

King shouted, “You won’t get far Poison! We’ll get you. You’ll never make it in the day!”

Scarlet added, “You’ll sooner pass out from the heat than make it all that way to the city! Come on Poison, you’re being irrational!”

Scott could feel his ears twitch in irritation. “I can handle myself!” Scott yelled back. “If you two are so worried, why not join me?” He didn’t bother to stop for a response as he was determined to get to the city.

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In the city, another figure had just woken up with the sun. He lay in bed for a moment, admiring his partner's face. He pecked his lover’s forehead before getting up and ready for the day. He got dressed and headed out of the house.

Jimmy, known as the Rancher of the city, along with his partner, Tango, live on the only sustainable farm in the city. Everyone in the city depends on the farm animals and crops that the Ranchers produce. The farm has been in Jimmy’s family since the fall of the bombs. Many others have tried to start farms but do not have enough resources to reasonably produce food. It was one of the many reasons that Mayor Scar chose to open the walls. Another was to see if letting citizens establish homes outside of the city was safe as it has gotten overpopulated over the last hundred years.

Stepping out of the house, Jimmy cased his gaze toward the huge metal gate where guards were positioned. One thing that surprised everyone was the Crimson Outsiders. It had been a normal exploring expedition when the group stumbled across a house made of red sand. The group had explored it and as they were leaving a woman with a red cloak, wolf body, and moth wings attacked them.

Soon another group came across a guy with a mustache who had the body of a panther, sharp fangs, and red eyes. The vampire guy was quite friendly with the Life group. He explained the systems of the wasteland and who the lady was. The group brought him into the city, and he had an audience with the mayor. The day after the mayor declared that people were able to go outside of the wall for short periods. People were enthusiastic about the chance to explore and expand.

Now, the gate was open all the time, and many groups headed out to explore and study the wasteland. Every hour, a group was sent out. Sometimes bringing a wastelander with them. Every new creature that walked through the gates seemed to vanish as suddenly as they were seen. They never left the city; Jimmy knew that for sure. Once a Crimson entered, they were never set free again due to their being dangerous. Blood Moon had proven that.

Jimmy shook his head, sighing to himself. It wasn’t his business. He headed towards the barn to begin work for the day. But little did he know that it would be soon.

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Scott panted harder as the sun rose higher into the sky, each step feeling harder by the minute. He was drenched in sweat. His ears were droopy. He was exhausted from running for nearly five full days. Water was an issue, but he was hoping that he was close enough to the city that he wouldn’t have to think about it. Multiply time he thought about stopping and curling up to sleep, but every time he thought about his allies catching him, he powered on through spite.

Scott stumbled around midafternoon. He landed on his front and groaned, getting a mouth full of sand. He spits and coughs, glaring at the sand that wronged him. He forces himself to push his sore tired body up onto his elbows. He hangs his head down, staring at the sand as sweat drips down his face. It’s got to be close, Scott thought to himself. I have gone this far; I’m not giving up now.

Scott got to his knees and stood up, looking up and gasping. There, in front of him, the city loomed over him. The giant obsidian walls cast a long shadow on the red sand below. He wasn’t close enough to make any details out, but he could see a group of specks, he assumes people, exiting the walls. Scott perked up happily. He was here!

Scott began to head towards the entrance then paused. Does he want to enter straight in? A smirk crossed his lips. Nah, sneaking around is his forte, plus Life citizens probably have some cool stuff to take. He doesn’t want to deal with all the rules he’ll probably be told.

Nodding to himself, Scott headed a bit closer but stopped once he could see the gate more easily. He settled behind a small hill to scout out the front, his llama tail wagging in excitement from underneath his coat. A yawn forced its way out of his mouth as he lay there in the warm sun. His exhaustion swiftly catches up to him, reminding him that he needs sleep. Scott tried to stay awake, but it was in vain. Scott fell asleep within minutes.

A commotion causes Scott to jolt awake. He sits up, his head whipping back and forth. The first thing that Scott noticed was that it was night, second the noise was coming from behind him. Twisting around, he saw Scarlet and King had caught up. The shocking thing was that they were fighting against the city guards. Scarlet had a bent wing and was hopping around aggressively, talons meeting swords. King wasn’t fairing much better, he was bloody, his sunglasses cracked, and his maw bared in a snarl as he clawed at the guards, his tail fluffed up in a show of aggressiveness.

Scott sprung up from his hiding spot, his ears shot up in alarm. Why were they fighting!? Life City was supposed to welcome outsiders. Scott was about to rush into the fray to help but froze when more guards showed up. These guards had more weapons and nets. Both of his allies were too distracted to notice the new guards creeping up behind them. All Scott could do was watch as his friends were taken down, both being knocked out easily once they were in the nets. Their bodies were drug into the city, all the guards following.

Scott gritted his teeth as his dual eyes glowed in the starlight. He caused this; he was going to recuse them. Scott sprinted towards the city, a new determination in his heart.

Once he reached the towering gate, Scott sucked in a quick breath and slammed himself against the wall as two guards stood near the entrance. They were deep in conversation thankfully and didn’t notice him. Scott frowned and bit his lip, trying to figure out how to get past them when he locked eyes with one of the most awesome animals he had ever seen. He had only heard of it but it was a llama! A real-life llama! A thought came to him, and he grinned.

“You are going to be my ticket in here,” Scott whispered to the llama. The llama tilted his head at Scott and baed. Scott bleated back softly and kicked the fence down, scaring the llama in the process, causing it to charge towards the guards. The guards cried out in surprise as Scott ran into the llama pen, heading towards the barn to hide for the time as lights began turning on around them.

He quickly looked around before settling on hiding behind some hay. Scott sighed as he settled down to wait.

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It had been a night for Jimmy and Tango. A llama had escaped in the night and was terrorizing the guards. It took nearly an hour before Tango managed to lasso it and bring it to the pen, only to discover that the fence had broken. Tango brought it to the other pen while Jimmy grabbed some wood from the barn.

As Jimmy entered the barn, Jimmy had sworn he had seen something in the hay, but brushed it off, thinking it was a rat. He grabbed the wood and fixed the fence. Once he was finished, he apologized profusely to the guards for the llama. The guards brushed it off and said it was okay, accidents happened. He and Tango immediately went to bed, completely exhausted.

The next morning when Jimmy went into the barn, he knew something was wrong. The door leading to the llama pen was wide open, which he knew neither he nor Tango opened.

Said llama was lying in the hay, eating happily. But the llama wasn’t alone. A figure was fast asleep cuddled into the llama’s side, his llama ears were drooped as he slept, a troubled expression on his face. His matching llama tail twitched with every muttered phase.

Jimmy wasn’t sure what to do. He had a cute mutant in his barn, cuddling with his llama. Jimmy simply turned around and headed back to the house. It was too early to deal with this without coffee.

Jimmy walked into the house, startling Tango who was making breakfast.

“Done already? That was fast.” Tango commented.

Jimmy stared at the coffee pot as the brown holy water filled his cup. “Haven’t even started. An outlander is sleeping in the hay.” Jimmy replied.

“Oh, that makes sense.” Tango nodded happily before the words registered. “Wait What!?” Tango said.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to do,” Jimmy said as he pulled out his coffee and chugged it down in one go.

“Call Scar, of course!” Tango exclaimed. “All Crimson need to be brought to town hall before they can be free to roam around!”

Jimmy frowned as he looked at his empty cup, then looked at Tango. “You go take a look at him; he's so cute compared to all the outsiders I have seen.”

“Fine! I will.” Tango leaves and comes back a few minutes later.

“See what I mean?” Jimmy said as he raised an eyebrow towards his partner.

“He is cute,” Tango said, red dusting his cheeks, “Especially his ears, that still doesn't change the fact that we still need to call Scar.”

Jimmy protested. “I doubt that he’s dangerous! At most, he could probably stab someone like every other person in the city can!”

“Exactly! He could stab someone! He is from the Crimson! He’s going to be violent!”

“He just seemed scared!” Jimmy argued. “Why don’t we wake him up and have a conversation before he judges him!” Tango seemed taken aback by the idea but relented.

“Okay. But I am bringing the phone and pitchfork in case.” 

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Scott whined as he woke up to something licking his face. He pushed it away, assuming it was one of the creatures of the Crimson. When it persisted, Scott opened his eyes to glare, only to be assaulted by more licks. He stutters and laughs as he remembers falling asleep next to his llama friend. He pats the nose of the llama, and his ears perk as he hears voices coming closer to the barn.

He quickly gets up from the hay and climbs up the ladder to the loft. He hunched down as he watched the barn door. Two people walked in. One had sunshine blond hair, and eyes like the rare cocoa bean he found. At least to say, he was gorgeous.  The other was a little taller, he had brown eyes that nearly looked red and had blond hair as well.  It looked like flames in the light of the doorway. They both were undeniably handsome.

The two looked toward where he was, then looked at each other, then back at the spot.

“Dammit. Where did he go!?” The flame head said. Frantically glancing around, like he was going to get attacked.

“Tango, relax. He’s around here somewhere. We would have seen him leave. “The other reassured and called out, “Excuse me, Mister llama man? Can you come out, please? We just wanted to talk.”

“Jimmy!” Tango hissed, “He could be dangerous, he is a crimson. We don’t want to invite him out!” Scott's expression soured and his ears flicked. He wasn’t that dangerous.

“Tango! Be nice. You are judging someone before you properly meet him.” Jimmy chided him. Scott tilted his head, curiously.

Before Scott or the others could do anything, the llama bleated upwards at Scott. Jimmy and Tango looked at the llama before following the llama’s gaze. Scott locked eyes with Tango, his ears pinning backward and tensed. Tango opened his mouth to shout but Jimmy stepped on his foot, causing him to yelp. Jimmy steps forward.

“Hey there,” Jimmy smiled at him. “Sorry for scaring you. I’m Jimmy and this is my partner, Tango. You are from the Crimson, right?”

Scott sneered. “I think you know damn well that I am. I heard your conversation.” Tango's cheek flushed and Jimmy winced. “And for your information, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I find out where your people took my allies.”  

“Wait, what do you mean?” Tango asked.

Scott rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know,” Scott glared. “Guards are grabbing any Crimson that dares to get near the gate. My friends assumed that I was grabbed, and they were caught.” Tango shared a lost look with Jimmy, who looked somewhat guilty.

“I didn’t know that Mayor Scar was kidnapping people, I thought they willingly chose to stay in the city. Scott barked out a cold laugh.

“Of course not, we would rather be out in the desert.”

“But you just said your allies were captured because of you wanting to come here.” Tango had pointed out.

Scott snapped, “I was curious to see if the rumor was true,” Scott slid down the ladder. “I didn’t think it was true.” Tango looked stunned for a moment, Jimmy sharing a similar expression with a blush dusting his cheeks. “What?” Scott asked, crossing his arms around his chest.

“You’re adorable.” Jimmy sputtered. Scott scowled and bared his teeth.

“I am not! I am called Poison Poppy for a reason.” Jimmy looked concerned.

“Is that your real name?” Jimmy questioned. Scott shook his head.

“No, but all Crimsons have nicknames as names have power in the red sand.” Scott flicked his ears as he looked away from them with a huff, blushing slightly. “I suppose since we’re in the city I can give you my real name, only because you gave me yours. You can call me Scott.”

Tango and Jimmy were silently awed at the reaction. Scott turned to them again.

“Do you know where my friends could be kept?” Scott asked. Tango thought for a minute.

“Hey, Jimmy. Do you remember when Scar asked us to bring straw to town hall?” Tango pointed out.

“Oh yeah, they are probably still being held there since we were supposed to bring any creatures we found.” Jimmy winced and added, “No offense.” Scott shrugs.

“None taken. Thanks for the help. Just tell me the way to the town hall and I’ll be off.” Scott said.

“Hold on, you’re just going to go alone?” Jimmy said concerned.

“Well yeah.”

Tango facepalmed. “That sounds like a stupid idea. We could come with you and help.” Scott stared at him in surprise.

 “Really?”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah! We know our way around. We can help you get your friends out as well.” Scott narrowed his eyes, staring them down before reluctantly agreeing.

“Okay. Only because I need help. So, what’s the plan?” Tango and Jimmy shared a grin.

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Scott's nose itched as straw tickled it. He lays still as the wagon rolls up the ramp of the town hall. He had vaguely heard Tango and Jimmy talking to someone earlier when the wagon stopped once. His heart pounded in his chest. He was nervous and excited. He would free the others then they would be gone.

He tensed as the wagon stopped again.

“Pst, Scott, it is safe,” Jimmy whispered. Scott popped his head out of the straw and grinned at Jimmy before hopping out. Scott realized that they were in an office of some sort. Tango’s voice could be heard down the hallway along with an unknown one.

“Let’s go!” Scott whispered-shouted before he started to look around. Jimmy followed suit. Jimmy watched Scott carefully.

Scott got excited as he found a hidden lever and pulled it. He took a step back as a hidden door opened, revealing a staircase leading down. “I found it!” Scott called to Jimmy before he dashed down the stairs, not waiting for Jimmy to follow him.

Scott dashed down the staircase and when he came out to the bottom, he was in a cell block of some sort. Mutants filled each cell. Blood Moon was pacing around in one, another was the Fairy Queen with her iconic fairy wings and black headband. There were many more in the other cells.

Scott felt a chill go down his spine that something was wrong, but he shook it off. He started calling out.

“Macaw? King? Where are you?”

“Poison? Is that you?” The response came from the other side of the prison. Scott took off at the other end of the hall to find Scarlet King.

“King! You’re okay!” Scott said relieved. “Where is Macaw?” He asked as he looked around for a key or something to pick the lock.

King walked up to the bars. “Please call me Ren and you have to run Poison.” King- Ren pleaded, looking worse for wear.

Scott was taken aback. He had never seen King this scared and he had revealed his name. Crimson only revealed their names to each other if they felt like they were going to die or never see the other again.

“King? I mean Ren? What do you mean?” Scott said concerned, pressing against the bars. “And where is Scarlet?” Ren just shook his head.

“Go, quickly. For he returns and gets you too.” Ren begged. “Grian was taken yesterday by him and I don’t know where.” Ren took his hand and squeezed it.

Scott teared up. “No! I caused this. I need to let you out.” He held Ren’s hand tightly. “I’ll fix this.”

Ren looked saddened at him. “Go Poison.”

Scott wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and mumbled, “Scott. Call me Scott.” Ren smiled.

“It was a pleasure, Scott.” Ren said, “I will always consider you my brother.” Ren's gaze snapped behind Scott and he started growling.

Scott stepped away from the cell and turned around. Jimmy and Tango were standing there, and who he assumed was Scar was there as well. Scott tensed.

“Tango...? Jimmy…?” Scott asked as Jimmy gave him a weak smile and Tango looked guilty.

“We didn’t want you to leave,” Jimmy said softly. “So we told Scar…” Betrayal struck Scott to the core as the guy in purple stepped up.

“Hey there! I am Mayor Scar. I know this may seem bad but this is all a part of my rehabilitation plan for Crimsons.” The guy introduced. “You sir seem civil and ready to be a part of my lovely city. Jimmy and Tango even offered to house you with them.”

Scott hardened and glared at Scar. “No. I’m leaving.” Scott tried to push past him but Scar grabbed his arm.

“Sorry, but we can’t have you wandering out there. You could hurt one of the citizens.” Scar stared at him. “So you won’t be leaving here at all.” A dark tone crept into Scar's voice. Jimmy and Tango stepped up to grab Scott.

Panic gripped Scott's lungs. He did something he only saved for emergencies. He spit.

Scar cried out in pain as acidic saliva hit his hand, making him let go of Scott for a moment, giving Scott a second to run. Jimmy and Tango both lunged at him but he dodged. Taking the stairs three at a time, he bursts out of the hidden door. He ran out of the office and down one of the hallways. His ears twitched as he heard footsteps echo behind him as he turned a corner.

He realized it was a dead end but he couldn’t turn around. He saw a room at the end of the hall and tried the door. Locked. Scott kicked it as hard as he could. He heard the door creak. The voices were getting closer. He kicked harder causing it to splinter. He stumbled into the room and slammed the broken door closed. He shoved a dresser in front of it before backing up.

“Poison?” Someone asked behind him. Scott jumped and was met with Grian on the bed in a nest of blankets.

“Grian!” Scott said and hugged him. Grian looked shocked as Scott called him that.

“How did you know?” Grian asked as he hugged back. A rattle caught Scott’s attention.

“Ren told me. And call me Scott.” Scott responded before he looked down at Grian’s ankle, spotting a chain. “Oh… Grian..” Scott said then jumped as the door was pounded on, Brian's eyes wideing.

“Out the window.” Grian directed. “That’s you’re the best chance.”

Scott nodded and jumped off the bed. He opened the window and looked back at Grian. “Thank you. I promise, if I get away, I will live the best life.” Grian smiled a bit then tensed as the door cracked even more.

“I know you will. Now go!” Scott leaped out the window into the bushes. He climbed over the large iron fence and leaped from the top, wincing in pain as he felt his ankle twist as he landed. He stood up and began running down the street, startling many citizens. Guards who noticed began giving chase through the crowded streets.

As Scott ran, the houses thinned out and he could see the farm and the gate. His ankle screamed in agony as he pushed himself more, having more guards on his heels. The gate guards were oblivious to what was happening as he approached. His eyes lit up with hope as he drew near. He was so close. Just a little more.

Blinding pain flashed through him as an arrow embedded itself into his leg. He screamed as he crashed to the ground. He rolled, hitting his head hard on the stone. Blood dripped down his forehead as he reached towards the entrance before he passed out from hitting his head too hard.

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Scott leaned against the wall of the room he was in. His leg and head were wrapped in bandages and his ankle propped up. An ankle chain was put on his good ankle when he tried to climb out of the second-story window. His eyes blank as Tango tried to encourage him to eat.

“Come on Scott…” Tango begged. “You haven’t eaten in two days... I know you’re upset, but please.”  Scott weakly glared at Tango and turned his head away. Tango sighed.

Jimmy entered the room with a soft knock. “He still refusing to eat?” He asked, carrying a bowl of broth.

“Yes. And he’s refusing to speak again.” Tango reported to Jimmy.

Jimmy walked over, setting the broth down on a table, and hugged Scott. “I know you hate us right now, but I hope you and the other Crimson will see that this is better.”

Scott didn’t respond verbally but a tear rolled down his cheek. Tango sees and hugs Scott's other side. Soon, Scott was a sobbing mess. He mourned his freedom, his friends, and his home. Scott soon fell asleep, exhausting himself from crying with the ones who loved him too much to let him go.

[bitechnoblade]

"scarian fucked in that cactus ring" is something we all agree on and yet not a single one of you fuckers wrote a fic about it. do i have to do everything myself around here

[icry-haha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Characters: Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Scott Major | Smajor1995, Jimmy | Solidarity Additional Tags: Winged Charles | Grian, all fluff no angst, preening, Oneshot, Bad Flirting, desert duo, scarian - Freeform Summary:

"Why are your wings fluffed out like that?"

Grian stiffened, obviously not expecting the question. "I-I, uhm. Well - Well, it's. It's because they need to be preened." Grian answered, a reddish tint dusting over his cheeks.

"Yeah uhm, I just haven't preened them in awhile, it's a little hard to do it on my own, since I can only reach so far, y'know? It's fine, I'll get to it later" Grian said, giving Scar a reassuring smile. Then returning his attention to the chest in front of him.

"What if I help? So they stop bothering you?" Scar offered

"Scar, how much do you know about avians?"

Grian looked at Scar skeptically. Scar didn't know much, but he had heard it can be bad if the wings are left un-preened.

"Not much, but I'm sure I can be a big help if you tell me how." He said, smiling at Grian.

Grian looked at Scar, then glanced at his wings, soon back to Scar. He seemed to be thinking. Scar would understand if Grian refused his offer. He understood that avian wings were sensitive, and they often did not like others touching them.

"Alright."

 Basically, this is a preening fic. With some really bad flirting.

[imalazypandaaa]

Just finished the Oneshot I’m gonna post on the 3rd! Woo! Hope y’all are excited!

[dvskf4llz]

why is it so difficult to find someone who writes for the life series?? the ones i do come across are consistently inactive ;-;

anyways, i have a request!

this one will mostly carry angst and fluff of the third life variety regarding dogwarts and desert duo because i'm not seeing a lot of them seen here as opposed to twitter, lol!

okay, so! gn wolf hybrid!reader was part of the desert people due to an empty promise of resources.

scar continuously asked for "favors" from the reader, but one fatal favor ends up taking reader's first life.

an outraged reader later confronts the two about their lack of assistance. reader then leaves the duo and seeks out dogwarts for comfort...and maybe revenge down the line.

yeah, this one is pretty long, so feel free to skip this one if you want!

make sure to take care of yourself and drink water!💜

Ooo I love this idea! I will do it just bc!

I plan of re-writing all of my oneshots first once I post the 13 other oneshots I have in my drafts-

3𝓻𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓢𝓜𝓟 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓱𝔂𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

My Revenge...

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Warning ⚠! This oneshot will contain the following: angst, death, arguing, angst to fluff, mentions of being taken advantage of. Please dni if you're not comfortable with these!

You see, your friend Grian was literally begging you to join 3rd life. You were denying at first, but after a whole day of Grian just trying to persuade you into joining you gave in.

Once everyone had joined the server, Grian started explaining the rules. Once he finished, everyone went their own ways to collect resources.

You, Grian and Scar had met up in a desert. You 3 decided to team up, you guys called yourselves "The desert trio". Thankfully, you guys were still Green.

As a few days went by, scar would constantly ask you so many favors. Almost 6 favors per each day. You didn't wanna say no since he had done a lot of your favors before, but he was asking A LOT of favors.

A specific favor Scar had asked you to do, was come with him to grab some snow from the snowy mountains. You figured it would be easy to do since you just had to collect snow, so you 2 went on your way to the mountains. While using your shovel, you didn't realize that Scar had 'Accidentally' let loose of a goat. You ended up getting head-butted by the goat and off of the mountain, you just saw Scar standing at the edge with a guilty look.

When you had respawned, you got up and saw that 1 of your [eye color] eyes were replaced with Yellow. You now had a yellow streak on your hair, indicating you were now on yellow life.

You then immediately went outside of your base seeing Scar and Grian sitting next to each other. You rushed over to them and when they looked at you they had a guilty face, Scar tried to apologize but you just yelled at him.

"[Name]- I'm sorry I had to-"

"No Scar! I am done doing your stupid favors! All of your goddamn favors have always made me risked my life! And now I did lose my life! You didn't even try to run over to me! You just allowed to goat to head-butt me off a tall mountain! I always help you and Grian! but you 2 never help me in return!"

"I was the boogey okay?! I didn't have anyone else!"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! You could've just told me and I could've helped you! Did Grian know about this?!"

You yelled at him and he nodded looking down.

"SO YOU JUST DECIDED TO KILL YOUR OWN ALLY JUST BECAUSE YOU SAW ME AS AN EASY PREY?!"

"[Nickname] it's not like that.."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. YOU TELL GRIAN AND NOT ME?! BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO KILL ME?! I COULD'VE HELPED YOU SCAR! IF ONLY YOU JUST TOLD ME! You know what! I'm leaving this Alliance! Don't come near me. Don't try to talk to me. I'll find another alliance."

"Wait [Name]!" The 2 men yelled out to you while you were just running away, they decided not to try and chase you anymore. They felt extremely guilty.

You soon came to a stop, you went under a tree and just sat down on the grass. You were slightly crying, you couldn't believed they betrayed you. They betrayed your trust, they only used you.

When you looked up you ended up seeing a bunch of mobs around you, you got your sword out and start hacking at them. Your sword was beginning to break, after a few more swings at 1 one of the mobs it broke. You looked around to see even more mobs coming for you, you started running. You ended up outside of dogwarts, You saw Ren coming out and his eyes widened when he saw you. He immediately rushed you inside, he had taken care a lot of the mobs but there were still a few left.

Ren looked at you worriedly, he was confused why you weren't with Scar and Grian. He had also remembered seeing his communicator saying that you had died. He asked you what had happened, you took a seat and began explaining what had happened. After explaining, Ren looked at you feeling bad that you had to experience that.

He opened his arms out seemingly asking if you wanted a hug, you immediately hugged him and started sobbing. He began to stroke your hair and rub your back, while slightly rocking you. Martyn came in and held a confused and concerned expression, Ren just had that expression that made Martyn understand what happened.

He rushed over to you and also went to hug you. As you calmed down, Martyn gave you some water.

"thanks..." You said quietly after drinking the water.

"I.. I don't wanna go back there.." You said softly, looking down. Ren nodded, knowing how you felt.

As a few days went by, you had been living in dogwarts. You had avoided talking to Scar and Grian during those past days.

A thought came across you one day, what if you got revenge on Grian and Scar?

And so with that thought, you began to plan your revenge. You let Ren know about it, he offered to help you out which you accepted.

After a few days of planning, you had finally finished. You and Ren had collected everything that was needed for this to work, you just had to set it up.

Thankfully, you were able to avoid Grian and Scar during those days of planning. It was a bit hard since they always tried to come up to you, but you were able to either way.

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A little context: your plan was to pour down a crap ton of minecarts with TNT right on top of where Grian and Scar would be. If it didn't work, that's fine! You did plant a bunch of tnt under their desert.. sooo... Yeah! (It doesn't make sense but bare with me- you guys can just change it to whatever u want TT)

(Or you could just change the back up plan to stealing Pizza)

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Once you and Ren had finished planning things, now you had to wait.

Your plan would fall on the 2nd of June, the Sun would still be rising at the time you and Ren would set up the plan....

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*CLIFFFHANGERRRRRRRR*

A cliffhanger bc why not :D

Dw I'll make a part 2 to this after a few days ;)

Y'all gotta be patient- ik you guys are rlly fkin patient tho so like TT

All I'm gonna say is, for part two that it will contain fully detailed fighting scenes! There will include two endings: 1, The reader (you) will successfully have their revenge. 2, the reader fails to get their revenge (something else happens aswell but you'll have to wait for that 😉)

ANYWAYS!! go drink water, go eat a meal, get some darn sleep and have a wonderful day. <3

(p.s, I'll post lil' sneak peaks of part two every now and then)

YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON! DON'T FORGET THAT

(T⍑ᒷ ∷ᒷꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ ↸ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ 𝙹⎓ !¡ᔑ∷ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ∴𝙹 ∴╎ꖎꖎ ʖᒷ 𝙹ᓵℸ ̣ 𝙹ʖᒷ∷ ℸ ̣ ∴ᒷꖎ⍊ᒷ, リ𝙹 ᓭ!¡ᒷᓵ╎⎓╎ᓵ ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ.)

[pika-blur]

fighting for my life (actually joined artfight early this year and still only did one drawing this month)

[gillionspookstrider]

you are the player. wake up.

based off an old-ish au i never ended up writing :P this was fun to draw

— rbs appreciated!

[ao2fics]

warped reflections

chapter two of my 3l!grian in hermitcraft au is out! it was heavily inspired by this art by @dandecats for their 4th life au, which i would highly recommend you check out!

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The Rift has been acting… odd recently. Which is nothing unusual, really, given that the Rift is a literal rip in the fabric of spacetime and Grian tends to expect odd things to pop out at a moment’s notice.

Nothing could have prepared him for this, however.

“Is this some kind of prank?”

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you can read chapters one and two on ao3!

[ariicandy]

REQUEST PAGE!!

Request Status: OPEN!!

I am still a beginner to note as my writing might not be well I’ll try to improve on your request!

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Fandoms I’m in and will write

• Genshin Impact

• Project Sekai

• Tbhk(Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun)

• Vanitas no carte/The study case of vanitas

• possibly? Honkai Impact 3rd

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Stuff I will write;

• Fluff

• Angst

• One shot

• Scenarios

• Headcanons

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Stuff I will NOT write

• nsfw,smut,Lemon & Lime

• anything related that’s above 18+

• incest, Pedophilia etc.

• and yandere related writing

[wolfclaire]

If I made a Scarian oneshot from the Alone together? universe, would anyone read it?

It would be about Scar figuring out his feelings and thoughts about Grian and their journey from 3rd Life all the way into Double Life.

I can't find a way to fit it into the main story, so a seperated oneshot would be the only way...

[ambrosiagoldfish]

I've never sent a request before, but I'm fiending for more adam, like anything, anything at all

Benefit of the doubt

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Angst(?), Not exactly fluff at the end but it gets better, typical Adam TW’s, reader low-key high-key has a complex about being loved, this is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader. (Also Y/n isn’t used, which also surprised me, the author, LMAO)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1760

A/N: Hi! Thanks for the request! I haven’t had a chance to write something that was originally my own idea in a while, so this was very refreshing! I’ve had this idea since I’ve watched the show so I hope you enjoy it!

I’m entirely up for making a small series from this oneshot, but I would need to know y’all’s opinion on it! (So don’t feel scared to let me know if you want some more of this idea in my Request box/the replies on this post!!)

Also Adam may be slightly OOC but please just chalk it up to him not yet getting his ego’s dick sucked 24/7

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you do!

Proofread but of course could have left mistakes!

You’ve existed for almost all of human existence, Almost.

You were the 4th being to be created during the time of Eden. But unlike the other 3, you weren’t human. In fact, you technically never lived before. An honestly hopeless existence, yet it was so beautiful in every way. But for what purpose? Well…

You were created shortly after Eve ate the apple, before she and eventually Adam committed the first act of sin that caused evil to latch onto humanity like a leech.

The reason for your existence was simple. To be Adam’s new spouse, except for when after he died. From the very moment Eve bit the fruit of temptation, it was already decided she would hold no place in heaven. Adam was given mercy due to him not possessing any knowledge of the fruit Eve had shared with him, he trusted her wholeheartedly. Which is exactly why heaven gave him mercy… no, pity would be a better choice of words.

Upon your creation you learned immediately of the happenings before your existence. About Lilith and Eve, and about Lucifer

And so, after Adam and Eve were casted away from the Garden, they continued to live their lives, fostering the existence of mankind for the rest of time. And when they eventually died, Adam was given pity while Eve was thrown to the wayside, the vast unknown.

You thought it was finally your time to experience existence with the one you loved, the one you were made for. Of course you never would know life as he did but surely your life never-after life could be just as meaningful as his.

How excited you were, how completely enamored by the thought of it. But there was a problem with that, Adam had grown into a new person, he was meant to of course, he was human. But he had grown selfish, abhorrent… insecure.

You understood why, to be betrayed by not one but two of his wives for the same person. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he could be feeling. Before you were to meet your future husband, Sera informed you that he had asked for a mask, and once on, he has refused to take it off.

That didn’t bother you, it’s irrelevant to your love for him. You've only heard descriptions of his features. Short Brown hair, gold eyes, bushy eyebrows, some scruff on his chin. All in all, he sounded perfectly fine, ordinary even. But even then it’s his choice to wear the mask, so you’ll respect it.

Finally, the time he arrived in heaven, and when Sera finally introduced you, his new spouse, the one to whom would be by his side for the rest of forever.

He rejected you outright.

“What?” Your breath hitched as you stuttered over the word, the sharp inhale of your lungs through your mouth flicked through the air.

Sera looked just as shocked as you but she quickly regained her composure “What is the meaning of this Adam?”

“If you think I’m going to let my life get fucked over by another one of your “gifts” well, you’ve got another thing coming!” He crossed his arms and shook his head defyingly. “I’ve already learned my lesson with those last 2 bitches.”

“Adam I’m sorry that happened to you but I would never-“ almost like lightning his finger shot to your mouth, shushing you.

“Save it, Sweetcheeks, I really don’t care what you have to say, so just stay there and look pretty, k?” His hand fell and grabbed the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together, his LED mask flashing a sharp smile.

You saddeningly looked down at the clouds below you.

“Adam!” Sera’s voice sounded through the air, still soft but firm, she continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Divine judgment allowed you to be the first human soul in heaven, so I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to give your new spouse that same grace.”

Slowly your eyes looked up at Sera with a soft smile. Adam only groaned “Ugh, Fine but don’t be fuxking annoying, capiche?” You nod your head quickly.

“Very good, glad we have it settled.” Sera gives a quick smile, “now, I have some business to take care of so I’ll leave you two alone to get to know one another” With that, Sera flew away leaving the both of you alone.

The silence was thick in the air, the only sound being the occasional wind breeze blowing past. The sunlight creeps in through the clouds painting an orange sky above you both. In every sense of the word, it was perfect.

It was almost funny. You had waited so long to finally meet him, your true love, the one you were made for. All the things you dreamed about, the laughs you’d have together, the warm embrace of the person who you loved. But now… you didn’t know what to say…

“I’m… happy to finally meet you.” Your voice is quiet, almost non-audible. “I’ve been waiting for you since… well, forever…”

He doesn’t respond. He seems to be transfixed on something below you both. You train your eyes on whatever he’s watching only to see the dark cavernous abyss below you. Finally he breaks his silence.

“The fuck is that?” He asked pointing down, a sound of genuine intrigue hidden behind his abrasive voice

“That’s hell?” You stated confused “where would-be sinners will go to be punished, didnt you k-“ you suddenly realized that perhaps Adam really didn’t know what hell was. It was only created relatively recently, after Eve and Him ate the apple, of course he wouldn’t know. “it’s also where Lucifer-“

“Don’t fucking say his name.” Adam spoke, his voice rough in his speech. LED mask putting a harsh frown on his face. “Let’s get one thing straight M”Kay babe, if you’re my “new spouse” that’s something you should remember.” The “new spouse” was said with a tone clearly meant to mock you.

“Sorry…”

“Ugh, It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” He groaned before a wicked smile crept onto his mask “Sooo, that means he’s going to be stuck with all the wasteful beings of existence, HA fuxkin’ hilarious. Guess that makes them the losers and us the Winners!”

His laugh filled the air, the sound was like music to your ears, sure maybe it wasn’t really what you’d hoped he’d fine funny, but you loved it all the same but eventually his laugh died down

Silence again… in admits of all of it you suddenly was sparked with a thought “oh!” Adam looked confused at the random exclamation. “I had almost forgotten… I brought you something, as a welcome gift or was it a nice to meet you gift? Both? Eh, it doesn’t matter but the point is-“ you suddenly snap your fingers.

Golden light began shining, the light seemed like liquid hot magma as it moved and molded slowly into a shape. Light seemed to be overlapping and churning into itself, forming your desired outcome. With one final snap of your fingers, the gleaming gold liquid took hold, and quickly hardened to a solid.

The object that had formed quickly fell down, landing in your arms with a light thud.

“I’m still learning this creation stuff, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect but-“ you hold out the object in your arms as an invitation to grab it “I learned from Sera that you liked to play guitar when you were alive, so I thought you might like to have one here…”

Adam looked at the instrument in your hands. The base color was gold, the neck was pearly white with gold strings. To be honest it looked more like a harp then anything, like if a guitar and a harp had a baby.

Silence again. Did he not like it? Did he hate it? You go to pull it back to you and apologize when suddenly it’s ripped out from your hands.

“Holyshit, this is sick as Fuck!” Adam immediately started playing some rifts on the new guitar. The sound wasn’t what you were expecting but you guess Sera was right about his talent with the instrument. The whole time his mask had a wide and sharp smile as he mimicked guitar sounds with his voice, the occasional laugh leaving his mouth.

“I’m really glad you like it” you say, a sigh of relief leaving your body.

Adam looked at you, one you missed. He saw how relieved you were, how nice you were being. No person who supposedly loved him ever gifted him something, well, one other did. Someone he trusted and loved more than everyone, anyone. But look how that ended, with them being removed from the garden, away from an eternity of happiness until he died. All from someone giving him what he thought was nothing but love, a gift.

But he could see that this was different, you were different. When Eve gave him the apple, she didn’t explain what it was or why she wanted him to eat it, even when he asked her she didn’t explain. But with you, you had not only given him something you knew he liked but also expressed the reason behind it. Yes, you were different, even Adam could see it.

“Anyways, thanks for the axe, I guess…” Adam for the first time was stunned, but quickly he continued “What was the thing that Sera chick said about me and “divine judgment” or whatever the fuck? That she gave me the “benefit of the doubt…”

You were a bit confused but continued listening, “I guess I should at least try to give you a chance, since you got me this sick ass guitar an’ shit.” Your face lit up, you about began to speak before you were, once again, shushed “B-B-But-” his finger tapped your lips with each repeated syllable ”-only a chance. If you betray me like those last 2 bitches then you’re done, got it?”

To say you were overjoyed would be an understatement, a smile quickly plastered across your face as you quickly nodded your head

“Alright good, so uh, what do ya say about showing me the best places to get a bite to eat around here, I could really go for some ribs right about now.”

“ I’d… love to, thank you Adam”

“Yeah don’t mention it Sweetcheeks” Adam quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you two began walking.

Maybe you will get your eternity of happiness.you can only pray you do.

[fandomhopping]

FYI the oneshot for httyd I was talking abt is right here:

Enjoy a fistfight if you dare.

[sturniolos-blog]

First Bath - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - angst, (i almost cried but then it gets okay again) fluff, swearing, kissing, cuteeee, birth???

based on this request !!

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9:29am

The back door shuts after Matt put our new baby girl in the back.

“Matt, i’m fine.” I scoff as he tries to help me in the car, i hate being babied.

“I know, n/n. Just take it easy, you just had a baby.” He reasons.

“Like a whole week ago!” I defend myself, grunting as i get myself in the passenger seat.

To rundown, the delivery didn't go as planned. It was supposed to be a natural birth but then we had a complication and i had to go into an emergency C-section, here's how it went.

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1:36am

"One more push, mama. You got this!" The nurse patting my forehead with a cold cloth encouraged.

I let out a groan as hot tears ran down my hot and sweaty face, I shook my head. "I can't!" I let out a sob as Matt squeezed my hand.

Matt shook his head and kissed my sweaty forehead, "You can do it, y/n, i know you can my love. You're so close, n/n. Doing so good, baby. One more and then she's here." He smiled, Matt had tears ready to spill from his eyes any moment, he looked stressed out.

I sobbed, "I can't, i can't!" I yelled out.

"You can, y/n! You're almost there, you cannot give up now! One more and then we are done you got this." The doctor that was currently in between my legs said.

As i was about to push again, a monitor started beeping. I looked too my left, where it was coming from. It was the baby's monitor.

Doctors flooded the room.

"W-what's happening?" I stuttered out, feeling a sudden pain in my lower abdomen.

"Ow!" I winced.

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" Matt said, his hand still holding mine as he had a concerned look on his face.

"Y/n, we have to get you into an emergency C-section right now, if you push again the baby will not survive. We didn't catch this before, but every time you pushed it worsened the baby's chances of surviving and yours too." The doctor said.

"But- i-im almost done, we are almost there!" I protest, "Matt- i'm scared." I sobbed.

"I know, honey, i'm sorry." Matt squeezed my hand tightly, turning back to the doctors, "How the hell did you miss this?"

"We don't know and we are truly sorry but, Y/n, if you don't get into the operating room now we could lose you both." The doctor said as the rest of the doctors started preparing too move.

"No- no- what? I can't lose them both! What are you, insane?!" Matt yelled, tears now streaming down his face.

"Mr. Sturniolo, please calm down, you can wait in the waiting room with the rest of your family."

3rd person POV (still flash back)

Y/n's heart monitor also started going down, her body seized as she shook.

"She's going into V-Fib!" One of the doctors yelled before one climb on her gurney, starting to do chest compressions as they rolled the gurney out and too the operating room.

Matt sobbed, watching his wife. "Y/n!" He called out before a security guard escorted him into the waiting room.

Chris and Nick were there waiting for him. Chris and Nick had smiles on their faces but seeing Matt's hurt, broken and depressing expression their faces changed.

They got up and walked over too him, Chris wrapped his arm around Matt and ran his fingers through his hair, Matt let out a sob.

"What happened, Matt?" Chris asked first as him and Nick brought him to sit down.

Matt sobbed.

"Matt, talk to us." Nick said as Marylou and Jimmy came back with bags of food.

Marylou put the bags down and rushed over to Matt, Chris got out of the way so Marylou could sit next to him.

"They don't know if y/n or the baby is gonna make it." Matt sobbed.

"I can't lose them both, mom, i can't. Y//n is the love of my life i-" Matt interrupted himself with another sob.

"Aw, honey. She'll be okay, they both will." Marylou hugged him.

Chris and Nick shared a saddened look, feeling incredibly bad for Matt, but also incredibly scared that their bestfriend and their niece would not make it.

Timeskip (Still flashback)

Y/n POV

I wake up to a steady beeping sound, i opened my eyes and saw Matt in the hospital chair next to my bed, his eyes were closed and his chest was moving up and down with each steady breath. His head was rested on his hand and i could see tear stains down his cheeks. He looked so tired, even while he was sleeping.

He had his left hand in mine, holding my hand tightly and subconsciously.

I moved slightly, letting out a grown in pain as i tried to readjust my uncomfortable position, Matt seemed to wake up at this.

"Baby, wait." He said softly, standing up and helping me fix my position.

He stood over me and looked at me for a second. "You're okay." He whispered.

I smiled and nodded before my smile dropped, I looked around the room for my baby.

Matt put his hand on my cheek, "The nurse is getting her now, she is one hundred percent okay, and she's beautiful." He comforted.

"She's okay?" I finally spoke.

"She's okay, and so are you now.." He reassured, leaning down and kissing my lips.

"Okay, here she is!" Matt and I pulled away from the kiss as a nurse wearing pink scrubs walked in rolling a small gurney with a baby in it,

my baby,

our baby.

She had big eyes, not sure of the color yet, she had long eyelashes and her hair was dark brown, her skin was creamy white but with my tan skin i was sure it would change.

She had a button nose and cute little lips, and her hands were so small.

"Would you like to hold her, mom?" The nice nurse asked, I nodded rapidly as Matt laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear.

The nurse picked up my baby and handed her to me, I groaned in pain as I almost lost my grip on Ella.

Matt quickly put his arms under mine, the nurse reached over, taking Estrella from me and putting her back as Matt's eyebrows furrowed, "What was that?" He asked as he looked at the nurse.

"The doctor said there are going to be struggles, the complication you endured took a big toll on your strength, so this is totally normal, but in a couple weeks you should be feeling better and maybe by then you'll be able too hold her without any problems, and everything will be okay." The nurse explained.

"Weeks?" My voice cracked, i shook my head. "I can't even hold my own baby! How is everything going to be okay?" Tears streamed down my face as Matt's fingers brushed through my hair.

"I know, i'm so sorry. I'll um-" The nurse clears her throat, "I'll give you guys some space." She says, grabbing a clip board and shutting the door before leaving the room. The blinds were closed too so we had complete privacy.

My eyes trail back down to my baby, her eyes were big and bright as they darted all over the room.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a sob, Matt kissed my forehead.

"Y/n, look, baby, look." He pulled my arms away from my face.

I watched as Matt walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up Ella, he walked back to where he was originally standing,

"Put your arms out," He said, I sniffled but complied, putting my arms out.

He placed Estrella in my arms carefully but put his arms right back under mine and helped me hold her as my arms shake slightly. I sniffled and let out a sob of happiness as i looked down at our daughter in my arms, and technically Matt's arms too.

"It doesn't hurt, right? You're not in pain?" He asked to make sure.

I shook my head, "I'm fine." I laughed, "She's beautiful," I said as i looked up at Matt.

He sniffled and nodded as tears flooded his eyes, "Just like her mother." He laughed, leaning in and kissing me.

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Present Time (9:32am)

"I know, baby. But the doctor said-"

I cut Matt off, "I don't care what the doctor said, Matt! The doctor almost killed me and my baby so even if i had all the fucks in the world i still wouldn't give one!" I snap, I see Matt's expression change to a sad one.

"Well at least listen to me." He says, his voice soft.

I look at him and sigh before nodding. "Okay," I whisper.

Matt smiles and grabs my seatbelt, leaning over and buckling me in.

I clear my throat as Matt stands there for a second. He smiles at me, I try to hold my smile back but i give in, giving him a toothy smile.

"There she is." He laughs, leaning in and locking me in a sweet kiss, I hum against his lips.

He pulls away. "Let's go home."

"Agreed." I let out a sigh of relief.

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7:29pm

I rock Ella back and forth in my arms.

I was standing in front of the window, it felt so calm, the air, the silence, the only thing you could hear was the fan in the room and the occasional car passing in the street.

I hear the door open, footsteps on the carpet come behind me as arms wrap around my waist.

I lean back into Matt's arms, he kisses my neck.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me, his breath against my ear.

I smile as Ella lets out a soft sound, "Happy, like really fucking happy, Matt."

Matt chuckles, "That's great, baby." He turns me around to face him, Ellas eyes were open and on Matt. She was so pretty.

My arms tremble as i feel a bad pain in my lower abdomen, my arms shaking but my grip on Estrella tightening, i close my eyes for a second.

I sighed as Matt took Estrella from my arms. I frowned.

"The doctor said this was gonna happen, it's completely normal, but that means you actually have to take it easy." Matt comforts,

I shook my head, "I'm already failing as a mother- i can't even hold my baby," Tears of frustration flowed down my face.

Matt shook his head and held Ella in one arm, wrapping his other one around me tightly. He kissed the side of my head, "No, no. That's not it at all, baby. You're already being an amazing mother. You are pushing through the pain to hold your daughter, you risked your life for her, you went through 6 hours of pain just to have to go into surgery for her, if that's not an amazing mother than i don't know what is." He tells me.

I give him a sad smile, "Thank you for being so good to me."

"Always." He laughs, "Now, should we give her her first bath in her new home?"

I smile, "Yes, definitely."

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7:36pm

"Okay, put her in." I tell Matt as Ella is naked now, he lifts her up and puts her in this baby bath that's especially made for newborns. We put the baby bath in the bigger bath so it was easier, that left us kneeling in front of the big bath as we put Estrella in the small one. (Search it up if you don't know what i'm talking about.)

Ella looks at us weirdly before splashing the water slightly.

"You think she likes it?" I ask Matt as i hold his arm.

"I don't know, why don't we just ask her?" He says sarcastically.

I deadpan, "Very funny." I say before grabbing the baby soap.

"Is that the right soap?" Matt asks me, taking the bottle from me and reading it.

"I don't know, why don't we ask her?" i repeat what Matt just said to me a couple seconds ago.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, smartass." He shakes his head and chuckles.

Wrapping his arms around me and peppering quick kisses all on my face, i laugh. "Matt!"

He kisses me once before pulling away.

I wet my hands before lathering my hands in the soap, i carefully grab Estrellas arm as she give me a side eye.

Matt laughs.

"Shut up." I mumble, washing Ellas other arm too.

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7:48pm

I sit down in the rocking chair with Estrella in my arms. I look down at her and go over all her features.

Matt comes in and hands me her last bottle of the night.

"She's beautiful." Matt says as i feed Estrella the bottle. I nod in agreement.

"She really is, huh?" I smile.

"Just like her-"

I cut Matt off, "Father. She is beautiful like her father." I say, still looking down at Estrella.

Matt chuckles, kissing my cheek. "I love you."

"i love you too, Matt."

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I hope you guys liked this because i knowww i did, i actually had so much motivation and di way more for this request then what was actually requested but i hope you like it anyway. I live for angst. I also am keeping estrella and mailo for further dad matt fics

Taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03

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Omg my motivation is coming back wowoowow!! I'll hopefully be more active again

So yeah I'm not gonna exactly get out the part two of revenge today, but I will try to get it out tomorrow or Monday. Though, I will get out a oneshot of Yan!jimmy today :3

ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE NE LIFE SERIES YET?!?!?!?!?! I might post spoilers sooner or later if I'm too lazy to go on twitter..

Fun little thing, I'm planning to change my set up of the blog! I wanna do those bakery kinds of things but with like a Witches shop! I'll update my pinned post soon :D

(Guys I swear I'm mid-way to finishing pt 2 of revenge don't kill me pls 🙏🙏🙏🙏)

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It doesn’t rain in the desert. Except when it does.

“Do you remember the rain?” Is a oneshot scarian fanfiction where it rains twice.

The first time, if rains in the desert, and despite everything, they are happy.

The second, it rains on hermitcraft, and despite everything, they remember.

Featuring promises, kissing, awkward conversations, and dancing in the rain!