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The first thing Judelow learned about Sharpness Conexion, is that he’s fast. Physically, in combat, towering over Jude with a long stride that made it hard to dodge his attacks, with his combat strength better than anyone he’s met before. He was relentless, overwhelming anyone who went his way.
The second thing Jude learned is that Sharpness is an idiot. Somehow-somehow- falling into a trap that Jude didn’t mean to pull. But that was back when they were rivals. And Jude certainly didn’t expect it to happen again. But it did. Minutes after becoming teammates.
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“Any injuries?” Jude asks. He had broken Sharp out of the trap, and now was walking with him farther into Jude’s base.
“The obvious, and I think I have a concussion from when you hit me with a harming potion.
“Right. Are you coming? Can’t heal you if you stand over there.” Jude says, turning around, waiting for Sharp to follow.
“How do I know you won’t trap me?” Sharp is skeptical, stepping back a bit.
“Sharp. If I wanted to trap you, I could have done it thirty seconds ago. I also could have done it in the villager room. Coming?”
Sharpness sighs, following him. Jude leads him to a room full of chests, opening one and taking out something from inside. He hands it to Sharpness, an enchanted golden apple.
“Here. For the cuts and all. Imma go get a healing potion for the concussion.”
“Thanks.” Sharpness replies, biting into the apple as Jude goes to his chests to find a healing potion.
“Wait, I swear I had them here.” Jude checks a chest, not seeing any healing potions, and checking another, confused. Before he can open it, he hears a chest opening behind him.
“Sharpness. You better not be looking through my chests-” Jude spins around to face him “-Holy shit, you ate that god apple fast.” Sharp’s wounds were now non-existent, and he was, in fact, looking through jude’s chests.
“Yeah?” Sharp says, but it sounds more like “yuor?” with his mouth full. Jude sighs and goes back to finding a healing potion. Eventually, Jude spots a healing potion in one of his chests, turning around in triumphance to give to Sharpness.
That Sharpness who is now a blur, lunging forward. Jude doesn’t get a chance to react as Sharp grabs him by his wrist, smashing his head into the wall and pinning him by the wrists. Jude’s cheeks are tinted a purplish-red, blush evident. Jude’s ears are straight up, tail twitching like crazy even with his desperate attempts to silence the obvious signs of a crush.
Sharpness leans in, crouching a little to Jude’s height before whispering into his ear. “If you ever trap me again, teammates or not, I will personally find your bed and spawn kill you until your strength is reset to one.” Sharp adjusts his position, letting their noses touch. He hesitates, letting Jude back out. Jude doesn’t. Partly because he was fully restrained, partly because he didn’t want to. Their lips touched, first, it was careful. Testing the waters. Then Sharp opens his mouth just slightly.
Jude lifts his tongue into the roof of Sharpness’s mouth, slowly grazing it across before returning to its original position, lightly circling Sharp's lips. Jude brings the tip of his incisor to the bottom of Sharp’s lip, drawing blood. It is messy. Real. When they pull away, they are panting and bright red.
Steadying himself, Sharp’s hand shifts to the side, taking Jude’s with it. Jude’s eyes glance towards the movement.
“Wait-wait-wait-wait, no, Don’t-” The click of a button is heard, and he is cut off by the ground disappearing beneath him.
The two fall down into the trap bottom, only things to be heard are the rush of wind past their ears and the crack of the back of jude’s head hitting stone. Wait, what? Sharpness doesn’t feel it when the body he’s holding goes limp, unconscious. He does hear the noise. And how jude crumples into him at the landing.
“...Jude?”
As you can expect from an unconscious person, there is no response. So Sharp gets to breaking all the armor stands with his sword, grabbing his pickaxe, and slowly mining through the obsidian. Eventually the glass(?) chipped away, and Sharpness stumbled out. He bent behind him, scooping up Jude behind him and carrying him away.
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Parker was just minding his own business, organizing his chests, when he got a message on his communicator.
Judelow whispers to you: Teamed with sharp now, he prob moving in.
That would be weird, because Jude and Sharp had been rivals since, like, the beginning of the server, but who is he to judge? It's not like it was a big deal. Jude, when he gets teammates, normally just shows them around his base, shows them traps, and heals them if needed. Then they only talk when in fights. Parker knows Jude is mainly a solo player, as he is like Jude’s only friend. Allies are spoken to only when needed, and only Parker knows how socially awkward the guy can be. He is so introverted, but it doesn’t seem like it when he is laughing maniacly while murdering other players.
/msg Judelow: ???
He pauses, changing it before pressing enter.
You whisper to Judelow: Ok, don’t come running to me when he betrays you.
Judelow whispers to you: He won’t betray me! Wtvr. Imma have him in the room down the hall, we r still teammates btw.
You whisper to Judelow: Obviously, I’m like, the closest person to you on this server. Ally with him, whatever. But I am going to have a talk with him later.
Call him overprotective, sure! But he’s not about to have his friend used, possibly hurt, by some nobody swordsmaster.
Around fifteen minutes later, an audible thump can be heard down the hallway, near the kill chamber of one of Jude’s traps. He really hopes his suspicions aren’t confirmed. It gets worse when he hears footsteps. Not Jude’s. Jude walks fast, light on his feet, with a shorter stride. These footsteps are heavier, with a longer stride.
Parker peaks out his door, immediately spotting the blond, little taller than jude and Parker, Dark netherite armor lining his chest, legs, and feet, but he has his helmet off, and probably in his inventory. In his arms is jude, limp, still, completely out.
“...What the fuck happened?”
A pause.
“You must be Parker.” Sharp says, dodging the question.
“Yeah. Why is he unconscious?"
“He knocked himself off on one of his traps. Where is his room?”
“Okaaay, um, by the trading hall, I think.”
Sharpness nods, adjusting his grip on Jude before heading towards the trading hall.
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Jude wakes slowly. First, warmth, comforting, protective, warmth. He plies his eyes open, recognizing his ceiling, and it is… Spinning? There is a bandage over his head, covering one of his eyes as well, and he has a pounding headache, but at least he’s in his bed. Did he die?
“You're finally awake. How do you feel?”
Jude glances over to the direction of the voice, pained magenta eyes meeting guilty amber.
“Sha..rp?”
Sharpness’s eyes were filled with worry. Of what they did together? Of Jude’s concussion? Who knows?
“Yeah, Jude, it’s me. I would like to talk about, uh, wh-whut we-um, did earlier. D-do you like me?”
Jude pauses to look at him with a very unimpressed look. Although it didn’t look like much as he was sinking into his pillow and fidgeting with the blanket. Oh gosh did he always look so cute? And his eyes, a smooth, shining magenta. They turn red when he’s emotional, his tail twitches, ears go up, he is so adorable. And his face, he…(Ok we get it, Sharpness Conexion)
“Sharp. We kissed. What do you think?”
“Uh… no?” Sharp says, not knowing what to answer with.
Jude sighs, sitting up against the wall where his bed meets the hall.
“Sharpness, I, uh, I like you.”
“You do?!” Sharp’s face lights up, and a blush creeps up his face, Jude following.
“Well obviously, I-” Jude weakly reaches up, grabbing the collar of Sharp’s shirt and pulling him down, connecting their lips. Jude lets his tongue touch the bottom of Sharp's lips, not pulling away until breathing becomes a problem.
“-feel like two kisses would explain it better than one.”