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I.
Wemmbu didn’t particularly care for the Christmas season. To him it meant icy floor and sharp cool air- It was annoying shuffling through the snow in the Zam empire. Wemmbu had to stay bundled up- Scarf pulled up to his nose. Everything felt so slow- the cold seeping into his bones.
The halls were drafty, normally Wemmbu enjoyed it. Meant that during the hot summers, there was still a slight breeze. But now he found himself hating it. Although the decor around the castle was nice to look at, garland strung around and a mix of deep red flowers and bright yellow.
He could hear guards snickering behind him as he marched through the halls. Probably laughing at him, His arms were crossed and bundled up in multiple layers. It wasn’t his fault he was more susceptible to the cold. He rolled his eyes, and let out annoyed whine at the sound of their laughter.
“Shut up” He scoffed, Tugging his scarf tighter to his body. He looked over and saw Flame. Flame had always stood out from the other guards Wemmbu had met. Actually being skilled at PvP and doing good in fights. It was admirable.
“Cold?” Flame voice teased. Wemmbu was pretty sure his eyes were gonna get stuck from how much he rolled them. He let out a small scoff.
“Not everyone can be netherborn” His heels clicked against the floor as Wemmbu continued to march towards his meeting destination. He didn’t actually know where it was- and he ended up turning around. Dealing with another round of Flame’s laughter.
Eventually he found it, He paused at an archway. Zam had asked him to meet him to discuss more about some plan he had. He stood at the door- he could hear speaking on the other side and he hesitated on interrupting. Before deciding to just go for it. He opened the door just as Zam did. Their heads bumping into each one. Wemmbu pulled back.
“Owww” He grumbled. Wemmbu glanced up at Zam, who hadn’t said anything on the matter. Wemmbu brow rose in curiosity, a slight tilt of the head. Wemmbu watched as the torched light bounced off the man’s tan skin casting a warm glow on him. Zam had a small smirk on his lips as he pointed above him. Wemmbu glanced up and his mouth parted slightly.
Mistletoe.
Wemmbu let out a sigh- He didn’t know who or how the trend of kissing under mistletoe began but once he found out. He was gonna have a nice chat with them..
“Who put that up? Were not actually gonna-“ Wemmbu was cut off as Zam lifted his hand up, an expected look in his eyes. Wemmbu took his hand and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his hand. Zam’s hand was cold and still as Wemmbu placed the kiss.
Zam’s eyes sparkled with an unreadable glint in his eyes. Lately Wemmbu couldn’t tell what was going on with Zam. They had been on normal terms a couple months ago, but something had changed over time. Zam was acting- different. But Wemmbu didn’t want to push it too much. Wemmbu didn’t have time to dwell on the kiss Zam gestured to follow him. Wemmbu came as beckoned.
“Come on Wemmbu, I wanted to discuss a new territory I need you to guard in the spring.” Zam called shortly. Wemmbu followed dutifully behind.
II.
It was that time again- But he wasn’t as miserable as before, for one Mane’s treehouse was surprisingly cozy and another thing was Mane was actually teaching him how to fight in the cold, how to use the snowy environment to his advantage, it was enjoyable. It had been snowing the past couple day, covering the land with a soft layer of snow.
Wemmbu was knocked off his feet once more. Mane let out a sigh, the cold air turning it visible. Wemmbu started to stand up, brushing off the snow off his pants. He grabbed the sword that was knocked out of his hands.
“Round ten?” He asked hopefully. But Mane simply shook his heed. Wemmbu shoulders fell, but he tried not to make his disappointment obvious. Forcing a casual smirk on his lips.
“Nah bro, the winds are picking up. Let's get a drink.” Mane called over the wind, already heading over to the treehouse. Wemmbu followed, shaking his head to get the snow that started to gather. Despite the cold- Wemmbu didn’t exactly feel it, the warmth of a fight buried in his skin. It was only as the adrenaline faded that he realised how freezing he actually was. Hot cocoa sounded perfect right now and he could see that Mane agreed as he made a beeline for the kitchen. Egg was standing, holding out two matching mugs.
Mane and Wemmbu reached out at the same time. Both eagerly gulped down the scalding liquid. It burned his throat slightly but it was too good to stop. Egg let out a small chuckle and Wemmbu looked over at the tall seraphim.
“You guys gonna kiss?” Egg asked, snickering softly. Wemmbu glanced at Mane before looking up. He let out a long suffering sigh.
“Egg, your decoration privileges are revoked.” Mane sighed, Egg let out a small laugh and Wemmbu was chuckling too. Mane turned to Wemmbu and Wemmbu shrugged. Mane wasn’t Zam- There was no coldness or suspicion. They both leaned in and Wemmbu prepared himself for a kiss- but soon felt a lick to his cheek. He pulled back with a yelp.
“Oh my gods- That’s so gross!” Wemmbu huffed, wiping his cheek from the lingering spit. Mane was cackling and every time he opened his mouth to speak a laugh overshadowed it.
“A true- hah, A true warrior should be prepared for anything-“ Mane laughed out, Wemmbu licked his hand and soon the chase began. Loud laughter rang throughout the halls.
III.
Wemmbu had been fine- since Mane left. Really! Everything was fine. The fights with the mafia were going well, Wemmbu had been steadily growing stronger. (It wasn’t enough he has so much to improve on) The temperature had dropped more and thick snow buried the ground below. It made finding Mafia members easier, all Wemmbu had to do was listen to the sound of snow being crushed under their feet. Unfortunately the actual strong members knew who to actually disguise their steps.
Wemmbu sat on a rock, his eyes drifting to the few trees that still had their leaves. Ever since he saw that sigh Mane had left, he had been constantly fighting. It had been a while since he took a break, and Egg had insisted they rest for a couple minutes. Wemmbu thoughts were restless without the distraction. An endless spiral of all his weakness.
Weak.
Lost cause
You think you can keep Egg safe?
You’re pathetic Wemmbu.
Weak..
The sound of the snow crunching brought him back. He tilted his head back, Egg stood above him holding something green with white- mistletoe. It was mistletoe..
Wemmbu let out a sigh, his neck awkwardly craned back as he looked up at Egg from where he was sitting. His nose scrunched up as he rolled his eyes.
“Mistletoe? You wanna kiss me or something?” Wemmbu teased his voice coming off more tense and stressed than he would like. He winced looking straight once more and clearing his throat.
“Can I?” Egg's voice arose from behind him. Wemmbu paused, there was no reason to say no. So he shrugged, nodding his head in agreement.
“Sure, but you're a giant eye. How are we supposed to.. ” He asked- he was messing with Egg but also he was genuinely curious on how Egg had planned to kiss him.
“Bro- Haven’t you heard of butterfly kisses?” Egg huffed, sitting next to Wemmbu. The arms brushing against each other. Wemmbu could hear Egg muttering about having ‘a wet butt after this, which caused Wemmbu to laugh once more.
“How do butterflies kiss?” Wemmbu rolled his eyes, turning his head to Egg. Finding the giant crucelian blue eye already looking at him.
“You just bat your eyelashes against mine” Wemmbu stared blankly at the explanation. Honestly what eyelashes did Egg have? He was just a floating eyeball. Still to please him Wemmbu started batting his lashes quickly.
Egg eye moved closer and they stayed like- with Wemmbu wildly batting his eyelashes and Egg staring into his soul.
“Okay this looks stupid.” Egg finally concedes and Wemmbu stops, raising a brow. His lips pulled up in a grin.
“You think?”
It was soft while it lasted, a gentle moment that Wemmbu would recall fondly in the future. Wemmbu was able to forget about the mafia and proving himself just for a moment. Wemmbu didn’t need to be strong or powerful. All that mattered was being with Egg...
IV.
Wemmbu's eyesight had adjusted to the darkness within the abandoned civilization. Escape felt near impossible, especially with the mining fatigue that plagued him constantly. The only thing that made this whole thing tolerable was Egg's consisted presence.
Rejoice was also an addition to the crew… Rejoice was optimistic and Wemmbu had slowly grown to enjoy his company. Even when Egg and him spent hours talking about ‘lore’. Wemmbu had managed to not tear his hair out from the constant blabbering of his team. It was after another attack on Jaden, which had resulted in zero deaths but many injuries. Wemmbu leaned to the side of the wall, Jaden trident had pierced through his shoulder.
“Anyone have any more golden apples?.” He groaned, His vision blurred slightly but he could see their figures. Or at least make out the sight of a white, purple and yellow figure. He could hear the panic chattering buzzing through one ear and out the other.
“Here, chew” A voice spoke clearer and sharper than the rest. Something cold pressed to his lips and Wemmbu bit into it. Feeling the crisp and overtly sweet taste of the apple. His wound closed up on itself as the apple slowly worked its effect.
“Thanks” He muttered softly, Rejoice figure slowly coming into view as his vision cleared. The pain, no longer intense.
“Now that you’re all healed up, you both should look up!” Lopezz voice called from where she was sitting. Wemmbu curiously looked up, his mouth dropping.
“IT’S JULY!” Wemmbu screeched out. How the heck was mistletoe everywhere on this server? Wemmbu scowl slowly faded as he saw Rejoice's cheery expression. He let out a small sigh.
“Fine, let's kiss” He grumbled. He could hear the cheering of Lopezz and Egg in the background. Rejoice was around the same height so Wemmbu leaned forward, his eyes fluttering shut as he awaited the press of lips. Chapped lips pressed against his forehead for a couple of seconds. Wemmbu pulled back, raising an eyebrow. Rejoice shrugged, smiling apologetically and ruffling Wemmbu hair.
“Sorry, you’re still injured so I didn’t want to push your limits” Wemmbu tilted his head, letting out a sharp laugh at that but he didn’t take it to heart, knowing Rejoice wasn’t implying that Wemmbu was weak. Simply worried for a new friend.
“You're good.” Wemmbu reassured, brushing some yellow hair from Rejoice's forehead and pressing a kiss upon the soft skin.
V.
The end wasn’t affected by seasons. It was neither warm nor cold and Wemmbu had always been biased towards it. Although lately the End has stirred up a sort of loneliness whenever he came. Because Egg was here and Wemmbu always had a countdown in the back of mind when he visited, reminding himself that he couldn’t stay here forever and sooner or later he was going to have to leave again, and go back to the cold server.
Mistletoe settled above each corridor but Wemmbu was cautious not to stay under any of them too long. Even when he knew it was only Minute and Egg here. He stopped at the library, finding Egg hunched over a book, writing.
“Hey, I’ve picked up some more books for you.” Wemmbu called, dropping the shucker of items nearby. Egg head turned to look at him. His blue eye stare boring into him.
“Thanks.” He finally called. Wemmbu leaned against one of the walls and together they started to discuss the state of the server and what Wemmbu would do now that he was the strongest. It was a welcome talk, Wemmbu was exhausted and peace was starting to sound nice. But it seemed impossible for someone like him, no matter where he went people would follow after. The idea of being invisible finally came up and Wemmbu felt something inside him settle. They made the decision of telling MinuteTech what Wemmbu would be doing. Unfortunately Egg had insisted on finishing writing so Wemmbu left to tell Minute alone.
“Hey so I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna be dead for the foreseeable future.” Minute turned to him, confusion settling on his face before turning deadpanned, a simple ‘explain’ leaving his lips. Wemmbu gave him the short run down of the plan. Gesturing slightly, he walked around Minute, finding it easier to explain walking then it was to stay so still.
“I see.. Well be safe, Wemmbu.” Minute nodded softly, A hand gently rested on Wemmbu’s shoulder for a brief second. Wemmbu nodded a light smirk.
“Safe is like my middle na- okay that’s corny never mind” Wemmbu laughed, managing to pull a laugh from Minute as well.
They stopped at the portal. Wemmbu let out a small laugh at the sight of another mistletoe above him. At this point he was pretty sure he was cursed to always be under mistletoe with someone.
“Bye” He pressed a kiss against the man’s cheek. He watched as Minute's eyes widen slightly in shock.
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Being invisible was fine, it wasn’t particularly interesting or as peaceful as Wemmbu had thought. He actually experienced a lot of annoying people trying to figure out his identity.
Flame for example who had been searching the whole server for him and had managed to expose his identity for a fight- All because Flame wanted a stupid little fight and his identity went down the drain. Well the fight for the strongest wasn’t stupid.Wemmbu knew how much that could mean, how much the desire to prove yourself as strong could take you. Wemmbu was just being bitter, Flame had dragged a bunch of lawmen after them. It didn’t leave them much time to actually do their fight. Weeks were spent running from them as they traverse the server to restock as Flame’s base. Only for more lawmen to greet them. The rush of the fight reignited a spark inside of him, Wemmbu hadn’t exactly missed fighting but.. fighting next to someone was different.
They were fortunate to be given a week before they had to fight a thousand players. The journey was surprisingly light. A cool autumn breeze blew across the server reminding Wemmbu that winter was soon. He shivered, the cold wind hitting harder since he was in front.
“Bro, lean back” Flame huffed, before Wemmbu could ask why. Flame’s arms wrapped around his waist tugging him into his chest. Flame radiated heat, and Wemmbu relaxed ever so slightly from the warmth.
“Bro I was fine, if you wanted to cuddle all you had to-“ He was cut off by a hand over his mouth. Wemmbu let out a muffled protest against the hand. He licked the hand, the taste of sweat lingering on his tongue. Flame hand jerked back and he rubbed it on Wemmbu armour.
The Minecraft slowed to a stop and Wemmbu looked over at Flame. They did a quick scan of the perimeter.
“Lunch?” Wemmbu asked, his stomach rumbling as he spoke. Flame shrugged an agreement leaving his lips with the word ‘bro’ tacked on the end. Wemmbu walked around looking for something to eat, and he spotted some berry bushes. He plucked some of the sweet berries grabbing extra for Flame as well. They were located under a strange tree and as Wemmbu looked up he realised what tree it was. He climbed up grabbing a large piece of Mistletoe.
“Wemmbu, have you found anything?” Flame called. Wemmbu trudged through the dirt, heading to the small clearing.
“Yep” He popped the p, dangling the mistletoe above himself, a slight grin on his lips. Flame went quiet, a small frown on his lips.
“You can’t eat that it’s poisonous bro” But Flame still approached ever so slowly. His postured tense and Wemmbu just kept on smirking.
“Duhh,” He waved the mistletoe, a small raise of the eyebrow, an unspoken question lingering in the air. There was a charged feeling in the air. Had been there for a long time. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. But here. Awkwardly holding some mistletoe it all came to a head.
The clash of teeth had Wemmbu reeling, the kiss intense, a rush of feelings and nothing all at once. Wemmbu pressed harder, his hands dropping, one hand tugging Flame’s head forward and the other gripping his waist. He could feel the brush of Flame’s blindfold against his face.
A muffled moan escaped his lip as Flame bit his bottom lip. The kiss was similar to a battle, both of them searching for any weakness to make the other flush and moan. A battle of dominance but this time Wemmbu didn’t mind if he lost. He had proved himself strong to Flame even if it was in a dishonourable way. Wemmbu knew he was strong and respected the doubts and weakness from the Zam empire weren’t as prevalent. He had changed over the years and Flame did too.
“Come on, we got a battle to win,” Flae muttered in between kisses. Reluctantly Wemmbu pulled back. Flame looked delectable, lips bright red, Wemmbu could see the slight indents of his teeth. Blindfold slightly skewed.
“I’ll keep you warm this winter” Flame whispered softly in his ear. It sent a shiver down Wemmbu’s spine. A silent and delightful promise of many kisses and cuddles in the future.