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Jimmy’s wings wrapped around him for a moment, but he opened his eyes and found himself standing on the creative build server.
That Grian created for them whenever they died in the games.
The server was in a grass biome full of random builds the players made while waiting for the games to finish. It was also a place where the players would talk though any possible grudges they held in the games.
He glanced around, noting the other players who had already spawned there. Many of them were chatting and adding different designs to previous builds.
Jimmy’s eyes wandered over the ranch that he and his boyfriends always stayed at.
Speaking of boyfriends, he looked around frantically for Martyn, knowing that Martyn had been the third to die in the life games.
He didn’t see a blonde in a bright neon jacket anywhere. “That’s odd.” Jimmy murmured to himself
His frantic looking around was cut short, an arm wrapped around his head pulling him forwards. He yelped in shock, pulling away was his first instinct .
Scar and Lizzie were in front of him.
He relaxed at the sigh of his teammates from this season of the games, his sister and Scar.
Lizzie’s arm was wrapped around his neck. Her long pink hair tied into twin braids a style Jimmy wasn’t used to seeing on her.
His attention slid to the vex sitting next to her.
Scar was in his wheelchair, the smile on his face showing off the pointy teeth. “Jimmy you did! That’s your best placement in the games!”
Jimmy pulled them both into a group hug, wings fluttering happily. “I know! I made it to a finale for the first time.” He giggled as if he hadn’t just been blown up by his brother, his wings fluttering in excitement.
“It took me six games but I did it!” Jimmy beamed proudly.
He looked around once more, his gaze falling to the Ranch. “Have you guys seen Martyn? I know he’s gotta be here somewhere.”
Lizzie shook her head. “I haven’t but you and I died at the same exact time, Scar have you seen him?”
Scar frowned thoughtfully. “Not at all, if anyone knew, maybe Mumbo and Skizz? They were the first two out.”
Where are they?” Jimmy asked curiously.
Scar pointed over to a building that looked familiar to the Southlands built back in the second season. “I believe they were messing around with redstone, you know how Mumbo is, he likes making contraptions.”
With one last wave, Jimmy turned away from the two of them, determination setting back into his chest.
He wouldn’t rest until he found Martyn
His wings twitched as he began to search again, scanning the horizon for any sign of his boyfriend in the vast, endless world of the creative build server.
After one more look around, he flapped his wings and took off into the air. The wind felt wonderful in feathers after not being able to fly the entire game.
The tall towers of the southlands-like building stood tall, covered in random redstone machines the players made between games.
He spotted two figures just behind the walls fiddling with slime and redstone.
Jimmy glided down, a few feet away, both too engrossed in the machinery to even notice him at first.
Skizz was handing Mumbo random items as Mumbo asked for them. Jimmy smiled and nodded to them. “Hey guys! Have you seen Martyn?”
Mumbo sat up, his expression softening at the worry on Jimmy’s face. “Yes actually, he spawned in and went straight to your ranch, he was in a bad mood and didn’t want to talk to anyone.”
“Yeah dude, he seemed really upset with something. I think it might have to do with his low placement. He’s normally always in the final four.” Skizz added.
Jimmy’s heart sank at the news, his wings drooping slightly. He had expected to find Martyn quickly, but hearing that he’d gone straight to the ranch and didn’t want to talk made him feel a sharp pang of concern.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “He’s upset about his placement, huh?” Jimmy murmured, his voice low. “I know he puts a lot of pressure on himself to do well in these games. I didn’t think it would hit him this hard.”
Jimmy flapped his wings once more, “I’m going to check in on him.” Just as he flew over the building, his communicator chimed loudly.
Smajor joined the game
A giant smile broke out on Jimmy’s face at the notification.
“SCOTT!” Jimmy shouted in pure joy as he plummeted down, barely able to contain his excitement. He collided with Scott in a heap, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a laughter-filled, happy mess.
Scott let out a surprised yelp as he hit the ground, but it quickly turned into laughter when he saw who had tackled him. “Jimmy!”
They rolled in the grass, stopping as Jimmy laid on top of him. “You’re normally not out this early!”
Scott chuckled, and brushed a strand of hair from Jimmy’s cheek. “Etho shot me while I was trying to kill Joel.” He giggled, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Where’s Martyn?”
Jimmy’s smile fell slightly. “At the ranch, from what I was told. Skizz said that he’s in a bad mood.”
Scott hummed softly, and cupped his jaw. “Well, we better go and cheer up our boyfriend as we wait for Tango.”
“You’re right,” Jimmy murmured, the concern still evident in his eyes but softened by Scott’s affectionate gesture. “We can’t let him stay upset. He’s always been so strong, but I think he just needs a little reminder that we’re here for him.”
Scott nodded, brushing his thumb across Jimmy’s cheek in a slow, calming motion. “Exactly. We’re a team, all of us. And sometimes, even the strongest need a little support.”
He smiled gently, the warmth in his eyes making Jimmy’s heart swell. “Let’s go make sure he knows that.”
With a nod, Jimmy pushed himself up and extended a hand to help Scott to his feet. As Scott took his hand, they stood together, their fingers intertwined.
Jimmy’s wings fluttered once, almost as if they were mirroring the newfound lightness in his chest.
Together, they began walking toward the ranch, side by side.
As they walked, their communicators chimed each time a new player showed up.
Scott reached down, picking a few Orchids from their garden. “I just hope he’s not moping too much.” he hummed softly as they entered the house.
The kitchen was empty and coated in light dust, showing how long it had been since anyone was in the creative world.
Scott hummed softly as they walked up the stairs to their shared bedroom. “Martyn, love.” Scott knocked and opened the door softly.
Martyn grumbled, the lights were off and he was wrapped up in blankets not looking at the door. “Go away.” He huffed.
Scott rolled his eyes and flicked on the lantern ignoring the groan that came from under the covers. “I’m not leaving you alone, you’re not the only one who got a worse placement than usual.”
He settled down on the bed and pulled Jimmy down with him. “Come on love, let us see your handsome face.”
Martyn huffed, and reluctantly pulled the cover down some.
Scott instantly dropped down and covered his face in kisses. “There’s our handsome man.”
Martyn broke into soft muffled laughter under the kisses. “That’s cheating.” he accused, only for Jimmy to lean over and kiss his cheek. “It’s not cheating, you’re hiding away when we should be celebrating the games.” Jimmy giggled.
Martyn huffed. “Celebrating? I used to be great at the games and the last two I’ve died so early on.”
“You won a game though.” Jimmy whispered softly.
Something about the words made Martyn scowl at him. “Yeah, and I went insane because of the watchers.” He looked away. “They talk to me all the time, and yet it seems they have no real motive to get me to win again.” His tone was bitter.
Scott sighed, he brushed Martyn’s hair from his face. “Love, the games are hard on all of us, you know the watchers are cruel. Sure Grian found a way to make the games more fun, but they are deathmatches in the end.”
Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, they are meant to hurt us. You’ve said it before they feed on our negative emotions.”
Martyn looked down. “When Tango gets here, don’t mention this okay? I mean he doesn’t know about the watchers.” he looked up at Jimmy and Scott, knowing that they understood.
They nodded, it wasn’t something they liked keeping from Tango, but none of them wanted to talk about horrible beings that placed them in the games.
“Speaking of Tango, I’m surprised he hasn’t spawned yet.” Jimmy murmured to himself his tone soft as he mentioned their other boyfriend.
Just as he said the words the communicator went off.
Tango joined the game.
Scott's smile was soft, the warmth in his eyes evident as he spoke. "I’ll get him. You cheer up our lovely boyfriend."
He leaned forward and kissed Jimmy on the nose, his lips lingering just a moment before he disappeared from the room, heading out to meet Tango.
Jimmy’s sigh was deep, the weight of the moment pulling at him, but he didn’t let it keep him down.
Slowly, he lowered himself down beside Martyn on the bed.
His wings unfurled carefully, wrapping around Martyn in a tender embrace as he whispered, "Hey." His voice was soft, trying to provide comfort with his closeness, his warmth, and the gentle cocoon of his wings.
Martyn let out a long sigh, his voice filled with quiet resignation as he shifted slightly beneath Jimmy’s touch.
"It’s not just the games," he admitted, his words heavy as if trying to explain something that had been building inside him for a while. "It's the watchers. They hurt my head constantly."
Jimmy’s brow furrowed, concern immediately flooding his expression. He moved even closer, his face filled with quiet sympathy. "You can still hear them?" he asked softly, his voice barely more than a murmur.
Martyn nodded faintly, his eyes closed as he tilted his head slightly away "Yeah," he murmured quietly. "And my head pounds." His voice trailed off as though the act of admitting it only made the pressure worse.
The door creaked open, and Tango stepped in, his expression softening when he saw Martyn. He moved quickly to the bed, his hand pressing gently to Martyn's forehead.
As he activated his blaze traits, the warmth radiated from his palm, sending a comforting heat through Martyn’s skin, soothing the relentless pounding in his head. “I hope you feel better, love,” Tango said quietly, his voice full of tender concern.
Martyn let out a small, relieved sigh, the throbbing in his head easing slightly with Tango’s touch. Just as Martyn began to relax, Scott stepped into the room with a bright, reassuring smile.
"How about cuddles?" he suggested, his tone playful but laced with genuine affection. "I think we all need them."
Jimmy’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, a soft chuckle escaping him.
Without a second thought, he pulled both Tango and Martyn into the embrace, settling down comfortably in the middle.
He spread his wings around them like a cozy blanket, wrapping them all in a protective, calming cocoon.
Martyn, despite the weight of his thoughts, felt his body relax into the warmth of the cuddles. He glanced at his two companions and gave a small, appreciative smile. "I love you," Jimmy murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle affection.
He gently wiped away the few tears that had gathered in the corners of Martyn's eyes, his touch tender.
“Feel better,” Tango whispered, resting his head against Martyn’s, his presence a steady comfort that seemed to ease the last of his tensions.
Together, they surrounded Martyn with warmth, affection, and the simple assurance that, no matter the battles in his head, he wasn’t alone.
The three of them fell asleep wrapped in one another's arms.