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In Return for Your Nobility, I Will Tend to Your Wounds

Summary:

Soon after Derek starts to recover from his near-death experience, he gets an eviction notice. He had not been paying his rent, because he physically couldn't leave the Minecraft world, and he was comatose for months after. Having nowhere to turn to, he reaches out to Avery, who graciously offers his help in getting Derek back on his feet.

Basically an au where Derek lives and Avery and Derek live together

Notes:

This is my first time posting on ao3 (not my first time writing fanfic though), hope you like it! I will try and update as often as I can.

Chapter 1: If Only I Was More Capable

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

You Died! 
TheMostMayo fell out of the world.

Avery slammed his fists on his keyboard, nearly breaking the screen.

"NO! GOD DAMNIT!" He cursed.

He knew for a fact that without him there, Derek, who was his friend and ultimate savior, would fuse with The King, thus killing them both due to Derek's fragile, unclean mind.

Derek was dead. That was simply a fact of nature for poor Avery. In his perspective, he had failed to save Derek from a fate that didn't belong to the knight. His knight. His savior.

"Derek, I'm so sorry..." Avery muttered, feeling a pressure behind his eyes develop. Derek was dead. Derek was dead and it was all his fault.

If only he hadn't fallen for D3rlord's trick. If only he had been more adamant about staying. If only he was able to save the one who saved him from countless dangers.

I'm so stupid and weak, he thought, not even capable enough to save someone I care about. Fuck, I'm so sorry, D3rlord.

Suddenly, he felt wetness pooling around his eyes, undeniably tears. Unable to control it, he let go of his wits, sobbing hard into his hands. What was once only just anger at himself for failing mixed into a strong feeling if grief.

Just why was he grieving a man he'd never met?...

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Soon after writing his final goodbye, Derek lay unconscious at his computer desk. He had succeeded in saving everyone, especially Avery, from The King.

After fusing with The King, his head was in unimaginable pain. The pain caused in his head from infinite knowledge seemed to be doubled upon impact. He truly felt as if he was going to die from the severe head pain, instead of the logical cause of fusing with an eldritch god.

But something strange happened while he was unconscious. Instead of what was left of his mind being killed by the impact of The King's power, his mind seemed to recover itself before it was too late to save it. Miraculously, he wasn't fully braindead, but he was out cold, cold enough for any normal bystander to believe he was seconds away from death, which he was.

But he wasn't dead yet.

And that was the miraculous part.

Notes:

Sorry if this wasn't well written, I wrote this in one sitting and was too lazy to edit it