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Flame was running across the field, desperately trying to find shade.
You see, he was fighting a bunch of low level burglars in Capital city. Usually he’d pay no mind to them but they were harassing a bunch of kids and threatening them with death if they refused and having a soft spot for kids, he decided he needed to step in.
Chasing them off was easy, after mere minutes the entire group, along with Flame was outside the city walls, settling their dispute.
Ever since the whole Law ordeal Flames gotten a little softer. He learned the hard way that being strong doesn’t mean to always kill people on sight. Now, he took a more civilized approach, that be him beating up his opponents and giving them time to escape before killing them that is.
He hadn’t gotten a good fight in a while. Wemmbu said he was gonna be gone for a while because he needed to “finish some business in the farlands”, whatever that ment, so Flame was stuck without a rival for more than a week.
He bullied every single member, both physically and verbally till they were on the ground, kneeling over and dry heaving.
Thinking his job was done he was about to tell them to give him whatever they stole but before he could even muster up the words an arrow came at his head.
Being distracted he barely dodged it, but the damage was already done, not to his physical body, but his blindfold. The dark ribbon slowly fell to the floor and Flame let out a grueling scream.
Flame was a blaze and demon hybrid, both creatures being nether-born and not used to the blinding overworld sun. His blindfold had a purpose, sure it made him look badass but it also made sure he didn’t get flash banged every second. It also wasn’t as rippable but he was wearing his bedtime one because he forgot to change it that morning, just his luck.
Almost dropping his sword, he ran to the nearest tree cluster and covered his eyes. Slowly opening them he realized it was still too bright to fight.
He could hear the basterds trying to close in on him, somehow gathering weapons even though Flame could have sworn he broke them all, and jumping him.
Now, Flame was still classified as the strongest active fighter on the entire server, so their botched attempt of killing him was met with a ban screen but Flames problem wasn’t that, it was his eyes were still burning and producing plasma to try and calm it down.
It might seem dramatic but blazes really can’t stand too much light. The last time he got a full dose of the sun like that he was near bedridden for a week. Granted, he was a child back then but the heart attack he gave Mane when he came home crying so hard the floor burned was monumental.
Sitting down on the grass near the base of a big oak tree he tried to calm down. His brain was sizzling and the headache he got was morbid at best.
After a little bit he heard some footsteps coming his way. Readying himself for battle, he barely stood on his legs and tried to grip his sword.
“Bro, Flame is that you?” Oh, it was Wemmbu.
“Uh.. yea?”
“Dude why are you just standing there all stiff? Where’s your blindfold?”
“I pulled a muscle and my blindfold got torn.” He said through gritted teeth. That made Wemmbu giggle which led to Flames lungs forgetting how to work.
For a while now Flame was getting all sorts of weird feelings whenever Wemmbu was in his vicinity. Every time he heard the man speak in even a slightly soft tone his stomach would feel like it was on fire even though he was literally fireproof.
“Well, I can help you get home if you want. I have nothing else to do anyways.”
“Uh.. no need. I can get there myself.”
“Uhuh.. with your “pulled muscle” you can get home right?”
“Yes bro, it’s not that hard.”
“Well.. ok then! I’ll be on my way.” Flame heard an elytra getting equipped and the sound of rockets and let out a pained sigh.
Trying to muscle memory to his house was gonna be hard but he’d rather that than hear Wemmbus endless teasing about being so weak he can’t handle the sun. Every insult Wemmbu yelled at him in combat really struck his nerves now but not in a way that made him angry, in a way that made him sad.
The last time the purple mace wielder called him sloppy in a fight he lost focus and almost fell off a cliff side, later returning home and training till his hands felt like they were gonna shatter.
After about 5 minutes or so he full on walked into a tree, getting too confident in his steps. Falling down again, he groaned and rubbed his forehead.
“You sure you can get home buddy?” Flame jumped in surprise and accidentally open his eyes, causing him to let out another shriek.
“Yo bro! Are you ok?”
Wemmbu jumped down from the branch he was sitting on and held Flames shoulders in an effort to ground him. The blaze was still thrashing around, barely able to form words.
“Fuck.. suns too bright..”
That’s when it clicked for Wemmbu. He quickly spread his wings and enveloped Flame in them. Getting a little too close for comfort, he made sure the space around them was as dark as possible before telling Flame to open his eyes.
“Flame, you good?”
“..yea, just a little bit of sun.”
“Man I completely forgot blazes can’t withstand the sun. Cmon, I’ll lead you to your base and we can go from there.” Being to tired to protest, Flame agreed and they started walking to his base.
“How did you even get your blindfold torn off?” Wemmbu asked as they approached the entrance.
“Some random chungies wanted to rob me and I had the wrong blindfold on.”
“Wrong blindfold? Don’t you have one?”
“Bro, no. I have one for when I’m outside and one for when I’m in my base.”
“Why have two?”
“Because the outside one’s more durable but less comfortable and the inside one’s just a modified cotton blindfold so I can see better.”
“Ooh, I guess that makes sense.”
Wemmbu led him to the living room and closed the door behind them. Making sure everything was dark, he walked over to Flame and sat beside him.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Slowly he did just that and was met with a slightly concerned looking Wemmbu and a golden apple.
“I don’t know much about how to help you but this will probably help right?”
The idea was kinda stupid. Flame was one of the richest people on the server, of course he had golden apples, but the look on Wemmbus face made him go absolutely dumb. He grabbed the apple and started eating it.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Wemmbu give a small smile at him before getting his communicator. He could feel his cheeks heat up so he looked away as to hide his shame.
After finishing the apple he took off his armor and laid on the couch, leaving barely enough room for Wemmbu at the end.
He heard some rustling from the opposite side and soon enough, the purple blob was sitting on the ground in front of his face.
He grabbed something from his inventory and splashed it with a regen potion, putting it on his forehead.
“Bro.. what are you doing.”
“I messaged Egg and he said this could work. Having the regen potion so concentrated in one area will heal it faster.” Flame let out a slight groan, pulling his hand up to drag it on his face.
“Have you ever had this happen to you before?”
“..yea.. it was a while ago though.”
“Well, what’d you do back then?”
“I don’t remember.. I was like 8 or something.” A bitter taste filled his mouth. It had been a while since he last saw Mane and even longer since they’d been on good terms.
Every time he was reminded of his brother he’d always distract himself with training or smothering his dogs. He told himself it was because he hated him but in all actuality, he missed him dearly.
The small tidbits of memory he had with Mane taking care of him while sick were horrendously sweet. Mane would make him his favorite food every night, lay next to him in bed and read Flame different books so he wouldn’t feel useless while bedridden.
The part where he actually helped Flame get better was a gap in his memory though. The most he remembers is some potion and food he had to take even though they tasted horrible.
Wemmbu must have noticed his expression faltering into furrowed brows and clenched jaw because the next thing he knew, Wemmbus hand was in his hair. Using his sharp nails he scraped Flames scalp in just the right way that made the blaze hybrid relax into the couch.
“Cmon, let’s take you to your room.” With that Wemmbu hoisted him up, half carrying him to his bedroom.
They walked into his bedroom and he was about to get into bed before he realized he was still in his dirt covered outside clothes.
“Can you like, turn around bro? I wanna change.”
“Oh, yea of course! Make sure you don’t topple over bro.”
“Yea I think I can handle changing clothes.”
“I mean, that’s what you said about making it home and look where that got you.”
“Shut up bro.” Wemmbu laughed while turning around and started to message Egg again.
You whisper to Eggchan: Egg I used the towel thing
You whisper to Eggchan: I think it worked
You whisper to Eggchan: what do I do now??
Eggchan whispers to you: I have found revolutionary information
Eggchan whispers to you: you gotta get him to fall asleep
Eggchan whispers to you: then you gotta put the regen potion towel directly onto his eyes
Eggchan whispers to you: he HAS to be asleep
You whisper to Eggchan: why??
Eggchan whispers to you: I think when he’s asleep his eyes are like the most relaxed or something
Eggchan whispers to you: idk that well
You whisper to Eggchan: where did you even get this information?
Eggchan whispers to you: you won’t believe me if I say it
Eggchan whispers to you: so just focus at the task at hand bro
Odd… Wemmbu thought. Egg was smart and he had the servers biggest library at his disposal but knowing this niche information was weird, even for him.
he couldn’t dwell on that for long though as he heard Flame flopping down onto his mattress.
“I hate this bro..” his voice came out muffled.
“You still got a headache?”
“Yea, it’s not as bad though.”
Smiling at the thought of his attempts being successful, Wemmbu walked over to the bed, removed his cape and sat down on the edge.
“You feeling sleepy yet?”
“no? Why would I wanna sleep. It’s like, 10pm.”
“I mean, 10pms pretty late for some people.”
“Yea, people in retirement homes.”
“Ok bro just go to sleep.”
“I can’t just go to sleep! I’m not tired.” Flame huffed and rolled over so his back would be facing Wemmbu.
“You cannot be sulking right now.” Flame could hear him trying to sustain his giggle.
“I’m not.”
“Oh my god you are!” He wasn’t even trying to hide it at this point, just flat out giggling.
“I’m fucking not!” Flame sat up and glared at him.
“You pouting too? I need to call Egg and make him write this down!”
“Bro!” Heavily annoyed, Flame reached an arm out and dragged Wemmbu in to the middle of the bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow and smashing it as hard as he could onto Wemmbu.
In retaliation Wemmbu did the same and soon enough the two were entangled in Flames bed, with sheets bundled up at the end of the bed and pillows everywhere.
The room was filled with the Avians giggles making Flames heart go a tad bit faster than usual.
After a while, both tired themselves out and collapsed on the bed, Wemmbu being right side up while Flame was belly flopped.
“You tired now Mr. “Immortal demon”?”
“No..” His voice was mushy and exhausted but Flame was too stubborn of a man to admit it.
Wemmbu crawled over to Flames side of the bed and started to scratch his head again, remembering it worked decently enough last time.
Flame started to go lax in his hands and started murmuring some gibberish about this being “pathetic” or something. Wemmbu payed no close mind to that.
Slowly Flame was starting to fall asleep. Wemmbu dragged his hand down his spine as an act of impulse and that was what finally sent him into a deep sleep.
Now that no one was watching, Wemmbu continued his actions but let himself admire Flame too.
Ever since they first fought, Wemmbu was set on being in Flames life. Back then he thought it was because he looked up to him as he was one of the strongest players he knew. Now he knows it was something drastically different.
At some point of being in prison, he realized that the feeling in his chest that convulsed every time he remembered that Flame left him or his sulking was coming from genuine love.
Of course, he was just as stubborn as Flame, so it took Zams infinite teasing to understand it for himself.
Now, he was next to a peaceful Flamefrags, sleeping like he had nothing to worry about. He fully laid down, now face to face with Flames squished face on the bed, and gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
The unconscious Flame seemed to enjoy it, he even leaned into it a bit. With Wemmbus soft strokes on his body Flame shifted in his sleep and completely engulfed the purple man under his body, practically begging for him to never stop.
Wemmbu grabbed the potion and a spare blindfold, soaking the front part with it before tying it in the back. As uncomfortable as it was to have a wet rag pressed against your collarbone the feeling of Flames solid warm mass was more than enough compensation.
The two pvpers stayed cuddled up like that for the remainder of the night.
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Flame woke up to pure bliss. His eyes barely hurt anymore, his body didn’t have soreness and it seemed that Asher had chosen to sleep in his bed with him, which was rare as Asher usually slept in the most oddest of places like the back of the chimney.
Letting out a groan he realized something. One, Asher wasn’t this big and two, Asher didn’t have hands.
There was a set of hands soothingly crossing his body, one in his hair and one on his upper back. Normally he would jump up and kill whoever tried to kidnap him and smother him with domesticity, but something in his core refused that idea.
“You awake Flame?” Flames heart stopped.
He could feel his temperature rising ever so slowly, which was dangerous considering his average was a normal persons death warrant.
“Mm..” He let out a struggled gruff.
“Well cmon now big guy, we need to check your eyes.”
“Whyy…” his half asleep brain was still processing the fact that Wemmbu was here, holding him, petting him.
“Bro you are gone,” he started laughing. “I never thought I’d see the day where Flamefrags would want to cuddle his rival instead of prioritizing his health.”
“I’m immortal. I don’t need to prioritize my health.”
“Dude you’re not literally immortal! Now wake up, I need to check your eyes.”
“Whatever bro..”
Flame lifted his head begrudgingly and frowned while Wemmbu carefully removed his blindfold.
“How does it feel?”
Flame slowly opened his eyes and looked around. His room was dark as usual, fireplace slowly crackling in the corner. Soon enough his eyes landed on the mace user in front of him.
“Better.”
“Like, a lot better or just kinda better.”
“A lot better bro, I can finally look without my eyes feeling like they’re gonna fall out.”
“Alright, you should probably go back to sleep, help them heal more.”
“Nah, I’m already up. I should go do something productive.”
“Or.. you can stay here with me and we can sleep more!”
“In what world is that productive.”
“Never said it was. Cmon put your head down.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Awh, you were totally fine with it 5 minutes ago though, what changed hotguy?”
“I was tired.” He said while looking away, hiding his blush.
“Then let’s get you tired again.”
“Now how could that even happen, I just woke up-!” As soon as the blaze finished his sentence Wemmbu pounced on him and dragged him so he was lying down.
Rolling around pushing and prodding for a bit, they eventually got into a position where Wemmbu was laying on Flame, faces a bit too close or it to be ignored.
“See? You can barely hold your own, you’re tired.” Wemmbu was smiling, eyes slightly squinted. The sight made Flame go dumb again.
Without even thinking too hard on it Flame pulled him into a kiss, careful as if he was scared Wemmbu would back away.
The other man’s eyes widened, hands that were placed beside Flames head now frozen not knowing their purpose.
Flame slowly lifted his hand and placed it on Wemmbus cheek, pulling him away ever so slightly.
“Shit.. Wemmbu I’m so sorry-“
Not being able to finish his sentence he was engulfed into another kiss, this time with Wemmbus hands on his face while he could feel his smile growing wider even though the kiss.
“You’re so dumb bro!” Yet again, he was laughing and yet again, Flame was blushing because of it.
“You can’t just kiss me and call me bro!”
“Like you wouldn’t do the same thing! Cmon Flame we both know who abuses that word more out of the two of us.” Wemmbu fully laid on top of him, putting his head under his chin.
“..you use it too..”
“Of course, how could the all mighty immortal demon ever be wrong! I must be incompetent to even think about it.”
“Shut up bro..” Wemmbu lifted his head again and grinned like a toddler who was just given a chocolate fondue cake. “Of fuck off..”
“I’d say it’s too early for that no?”
“Jesus, Wemmbu!” Flustered and embarrassed, Flame rolled them over so he was squishing the other.
“Get off! You’re like 500 pounds!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Whatever!”
The rest of the day was filled with giggles and two pvpers trying to make sense of their relationship.