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— requests are open but it isn't guaranteed I'll get to them, whether through de-motivation or uncertainty of how to write it. But regardless it's open!

I don't do romance, though if the cc's are comfortable with it then I might. But I'm not good at romance in general and will be leaning towards angst and hurt comfort / fluff!

This will most likely only end up being unfinished drafts as I'm not very good at finishing pieces but want to try and get better at it. I don't know how to use ao3 much either, so this is my attempt at both getting better at it and trying to get back into the habit of writing, as I stopped for so long that I'm now not very good at it anymore. But I hope everyone can enjoy! Regardless of how much of a disaster it may be.

This will include smps such as state smp / 1000 player civilization (every season but most likely only 2.5 as i need a refresher, and 2.7 im not caught up with), life series, empires season 1, afterlife smp, whitepine, things like that. :)

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— Hurrying through the long and far too hot tunnels he'd made underneath the volcano, struggling to keep his breath as his feet stomped against the ground, continuing to sprint as fast as he possibly could, sweat dripping down his forehead every few seconds, his adrenaline racing. Fluixon wasn't sure how long he ran for, but he did know that he got to the other island insanely fast despite how much his feet ached from every step with his injuries he'd sustained in his battle in Infernus. When he came to the other side, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Fluixon took quick notice of the distant voices. Hostiles? Didn't matter. He couldn't be seen, no matter what. Looking around as he stayed hidden, Fluixon eyed the group of people nearby, uncertain of what they were talking about but not caring in the slightest. He had to get out of here. And out of the corner of his eyes, he took notice of Ish, instantly perking up and looking over at the God. It didn't seem he'd noticed him. It was more likely that Ish *did* notice him, God and all, but didn't look over to not draw attention. The man never did interfere with mortals battles. Or at all, really. Some were upset by that, but for Fluixon, that was a good thing. God's should stay out of mortals way. Though, how they never had any bias was somerhing Fluixon could never understand, though it did make him appreciative. Someone he could talk to about everything, even if he got nothing in return. It was good that way.

Realizing he'd been staring for far too long and not planning, Fluixon looked around, panic in his eyes momentarily before regaining his composure to the best of his abilities, taking notice of Ish vanishing. Okay, the God was gone already. Though, as Fluixon went to look away, his eyes quickly picked up on the soft purple light that was left in Ish's place, causing him to fully turn his head. What was that? Some sort of portal? It was too risky to go into whatever it was. It could kill him! But, seeing the people nearby take notice of it, Fluixon took a deep breath and hurried out of his hiding spot, sprinting straight towards the obsidian box that he could only *hope* was some mode of transportation. "He's here!" A voice called out as Fluixon rushed straight past them and stumbled through the unfamiliar portal, hands tightly gripping his axe to the point his fingertips turned pale, Fluixon took a deep breath as he was instantly welcomed with a overwhelmingly nauseating feeling of dizziness, trying not to puke for the few seconds he was in that strange portal. It made his stomach churn, but he did his best to ignore it as he came tumbling out of the portal and onto what he instantly recognized as sand stone, albeit very hot and clearly in the sun, bringing back uncomfortable memories that he'd long since tried to suppress due to a mixture of his own pride and guilt.

And, in an instant, it was as if the Gods had heard his prayers and answered them (as Ish normally tended to do), as he felt raindrops fall against his forehead and drip down his face, dampening his already wet hair (though it was from sweat), bringing immediate relief against the harsh heat. Letting out a few heavy breaths, trying to regain his strength and his composure, managing to bring himself to look back towards the strange portal before freezing. What? It was gone. Just gone! What the fuck?! Where did it go?! No. No. It didn't matter, it meant they couldn't follow him! It was good! This was good!

Fluixon found himself dropping back onto what he assumed to be the ground with an audible thump, allowing himself a moment of peace and relief, going still upon hearing a gasp, his eyes widening. In an instant, his hands shot towards his axe that he'd dropped, springing himself upwards onto his feet despite his exhaustion, outstretching his arm in his new potential opponents direction, freezing at the sight of Saparata. For just a moment, his grip faltered, though he was quick to tighten it again, staring down his enemy. Once his best friend, though Fluixon had long ruined that. He ruined them. And he knew it.

Though, the tears running down Saparata's face were quick to catch Fluixon's attention, his eyes widening and his grip faltering again, a mixture of surprised and confused by that. Why was he crying? Only now Fluixon came to the realization that his old friend looked much different than how he remembered. Long flowy white hair that reached his waist now instead of being to his shoulders, clad in a dress that reached his knees that looked to have gold splattered across it, an outfit very much not suited for war. Where was his weapon? Where was anything on him that looked familiar? Was this just someone that *looked* like Saps?— Saparata. He didn't get to call him Saps anymore. This man looked like a king, of some sort. Not that Saparata had ever been one. He'd wanted nothing to do with politics. How ironic.

"Oh, my God.. What in the world happened to you?!" Saparata finally spoke as he wiped his tears away, his words taking Fluixon by surprise as his voice held no hostility, the man rushing over to him. Fluixon attempted to step back, raising his axe, though it only lasted a few seconds as Saparata boldly pushed the axe aside and took ahold of Fluixon's hands, eyeing the wounds that Flux had in visible concern. Despite how disheveled the man looked, he pushed his own emotions aside for Fluixon. What was going on? They weren't friends anymore. They were enemies. It was kill on sight. So why was Saps— Saparata, being so gentle towards him? It made Flux's head spin. Was he dead? Was this heaven? Not that he'd ever been a believer in that sort of thing, though he was certain if that place existed, he surely would never go there. To the pits of hell he would go for his actions that he so deeply regretted. All for nothing. That's what his actions had led to, nothing but misery and pain.

"Flux?" Saparata's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, freezing as the other man's hand cupped his face gently, his hand warm and comforting. In an instant, all the walls that Fluixon had made came crumbling down. How laughable, such a small action made him melt. Fluixon had never been one for affection. So why was he okay with it now? "Who did this to you?" Saps asked softly, his fingers caressing Fluixon's bloodied face despite the slight disgust he had for the blood and the sheer amount of it. Even the rain couldn't wash some of it away. Was it dried? Was it his own blood and that was why? Flux was covered in it! What in the world happened to Saparata's right hand man?! Had he been attacked?! He must've been! Were they under attack?!

Fluixon could barely find the words to answer Saparata's question, far too confused by the others confusion and taken aback by his gentleness. This had to be a dream. But if it was, he didn't want this moment of comfort to end. "I'm sorry." Flux finally managed to find his voice, suddenly pulling the other man into a tight hug, his bloodied fingers trembling, his scarred hands tightly clutching onto Saps, fearing this moment would end. A soft gasp escaped Saparata's lips, frozen for a few seconds as he took in the intense amount of wounds that Fluixon had, uncertain of how he was even standing. Oh—! Nevermind, no, that didn't last long. It only took mere seconds before Fluixon had came tumbling down on top of him, clearly unintentionally as he was visibly exhausted. Who wouldn't be in his state? "It's okay. You're safe now." Saps whispered, fingers gently but protectively gripping onto Flux, pulling him against his chest as he adjusted his arms around him. Fluixon could barely process those words, but it meant the world to him. Even though he knew he didn't deserve them anymore. He didn't deserve Saps after everything he'd done to him. After everything he did in general. But, in a moment of weakness, Fluixon choose to relax against Saps's body, his eyes slowly shutting.

When Fluixon awoke from his slumber, his body ached. Sore and exhausted, covered in bandages, recovering from his battle that he never thought he'd escape from. But oh, here he was, lying in a bed that was so comfortable he felt he could sink into it and never get up. The room was dark, the only lightsource being the nearby window where moonlight peeked into the room. An infirmary? No. A bedroom, it seemed. A strange but intimate place to have someone, a stranger (technically?), rest in recovery. Eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the darkness, squinting briefly before taking in his surroundings better, finally taking notice of Saps beside him in a chair, resting slightly on the bed, asleep. Fluixon stared for a few moments, admiring how the light seemed to reflect every one of his features and his faces softness, reaching forward and, without a second thought to his actions, gently brushed a strand of Saps's hair out of his face, smiling softly. He was glad Saps was asleep, that would've been embarrassing if he wasn't.

Although Flux never quite liked physical affection, only a touch of the hand or a hug at most, it felt strangely okay in the moment. Despite the fact the other man wasn't even awake. Perhaps the reason he enjoyed it was because there wasn't a reaction to it. Feelings and gestures were hard. He never knew how to put anything into words, not without making it complicated.