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Dying Together is Better than Waking Alone by thecatboyfriend
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Double Life | Last Life SMP Series
16 Jul 2022
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Grian and Scar lose their first life. Grian hates feeling his soulmate and himself die. He hates waking up without his soulmate even more.
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"Can I see the injury?" The woman asks, voice gentle. "Just to make sure that it isn't more serious than a bruise."
Wilbur's eyes flicker over to them. "Uh – " he swallows. "Um, yes. Sure. If – if you have to."
And then she helps him peel off his hoodie. And then his shirt. And Technoblade's throat goes dry.
Wilbur is covered in bruises. And usually, Techno knows, that's hyperbole, but no – this is honest. There's no blowing up the blue and black mottling his back, or his side, or his arm. His injured shoulder is actually the only part of him that's not marked up, and Techno is guessing that once the pain sets in, it won't stay that way for long.
This, Techno thinks, is much, much more than he was expecting, and much, much more than he was ready to deal with.
or, Wilbur Soot is a hockey player being treated awfully by his team. Techno is team captain of SMP, Phil's team, and he does Not like what he sees.
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- Part 5 of from ice to water
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A Winter Olympics DSMP AU where Tommy is a figure skater and the SMP hockey team notice him being mistreated
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When you're trapped in an endless cycle of death games, the illusion of happiness is the most dangerous trap of all. Scar and Grian don't need any confirmation that they are soulmates, but they both know that in Double Life, love is a weapon at their throats. To escape the world alive, their only chance is to convince everyone that it was all just a mistake of fate without breaking their own hearts in the process.
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“You’re shivering,” he says quietly. “Why don’t you come in?”
He would like to do anything but that. Looking at Scar now he can practically see the blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, shadows playing tricks on his eyes whenever Scar so much as turns his head. His fingers are brands on Grian’s arm, and so he moves away, prying himself out from under his touch and gaze the best he can without shattering further. Scar doesn’t remember. There was no spark of familiarity when Grian asked about anything they’d built together. Only a thick layer of concern.
“I’m sorry,” Grian says on instinct, straightening up a little bit. His wings fold in naturally, and he fights for any semblance of control. Or at least to look a little less crazy. “I– it appears I just had a bad dream.”
(or, Grian is the winner of Third Life. His prize is to remember.)
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- Part 3 of strange fascinations!