(3rd Life 24 year old pre flower husbands, what will they do)

Jimmy didn't really know what he was doing.

Before long, their little campfire transformed into them hiking the hills and looking for a more permanent settlement. Their journey let them to a flower forest, a small cove. It was perfect for a cottage by the pond.

"Are you sure you want me close by? It is... this is a death game, we are supposed to be rivals." Jimmy said, leaning against a tree while watching Scott water the plants. He had opted out of doing anything with water considering what had happened before. He was convinced he had hydrophobia.

"Why not? You look harmless as a fly." The shorter man joked, watering the flowers.

So that's how they stayed.

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Jimmy settled into his cottage, staring at the ceiling.

Something was bugging him.

He couldn't remember something. Something that was incredibly important. He felt like something was missing. It was like he was a bird without wings.

Not only that but something... was speaking to him.

"Come home. You are not safe." It whispered to him in the dark.

He turned around in his bed, eyes snapping to the glass of water next to his bed. Something was telling him that it was the water.

He got up, getting out of his cottage. It was louder outside with the little pond.

"Not safe. Danger. Run. Run. Run. Go." It called to him in the dark.

Jimmy fell to his knees, covering his ears with his hands. Why wouldn't it just shut up!

"Jimmy?" His eyes snapped open when a hand touched his shoulder. Scott was crouched in front of him, a frown on his face.

"It won't stop." He said, closing his eyes again.

He felt Scott help him up and lead him somewhere blindly. For all he knew, Scott was taking him to his death.

His feet touched plush carpeting.

And slowly, the voices shuttered to a stop. Until it was just his heavy breathing.

His eyes opened to see Scott, sitting next to him with observing eyes.

"You get voices too?"

Jimmy paused before his mouth fell open. How did Scott know?

"I get them at night, nightmares before I go to bed." He said, pulling his knees to his chest. Jimmy noticed they were on Scott's bed. "It's always a figure with antlers or horns. They always ask for me to forgive them, asking me to protect someone. It wants me to return back to a throne."

"The voices that speak to me are similar too." Jimmy admitted quietly. "It comes from water. They tell me to come home, that it isn't safe here. That I need to return to the throne. I remember weird things and ideas whenever I touch the water. It burns to touch the water. It's unpleasant."

Scott smiled softly. "Alright, remind me to not let you touch water. If it hurts you too much, we should keep you away from it as much as possible."

Jimmy smiled back.

Maybe a partnership wouldn't be a bad idea.

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Jimmy woke up, feeling a weight on his chest.

His eyes opened softly. Looking down, he could see the familiar cyan hair on his chest, hugging his stomach and laying exactly on top of him.

He smiled.

They were just friends but that night days ago had led them to sleep in the same bed together, to rid the nigthmares from each other. It seemed to work for the most part. Scott was like his own personal weighted blanket.

"Hey, get up," he whispered, slightly shoving Scott off of him.

"No.... comfy." He muttered, burying his face into the blanket on Jimmy's chest.

He laughed softly at the silliness of his companion. Scott swatted at him from his spot.

"You act exactly like a cat, Mr. Scott Smajor." He joked, rolling Scott off the bed and onto the soft flooring.

"Rude," Scott groaned, getting up wuth a glare.

"Yeah, well I'm quite hungry and want to actually eat before we get started with our plans today." Jimmy said, getting up and walking to his pile of clothes on top of Scott's dresser. He pulled on his superman t-shirt and a trench coat that he had bartered off of a wandering trader. Again, he didn't know why he had an abundant of superhero clothing, even having socks and boxers with the logos. It was quite embarrassing to say the least.

Scott eventually got up, pulling on his denim jacket. He rustled his hair and cursed quietly as he tried to neaten it up. They were wanting to put in a shower for the cottages but plumbing wasn't something that they could quickly make. Instead, they opted for once every few days, taking a few buckets of water and putting them in a tub. While one was taking a bath, the other waited outside. They would help each other fill the tub.

Except Jimmy had a bit of trouble.

He hated feeling dirty but at the same time, he just felt incredibly uncomfortable with the whole bathing process. He didn't like the water on his skin and he hated taking his clothes off in most situations. He felt self consious looking at it in the mirror like something was wrong and that he should be ashamed of how he looked but there was nothing to attest for these feelings. (Especially whenever he took his shirt off to sleep or do hard work because the fabric was uncomfortable, Scott would try not to look but every so often, Jimmy would catch his eyes wandering over him. Not in a way that was in ill intent like disgust, he actually looked quite pleased with the view.)

Jimmy put a few slices of bacon onto the pan and heated it up, watching as it sizzled. Scott leaned against his shoulder, mouth drooling at the sight of the food.

"Oi, keep your mouth shut, I don't want slobber on my food." Jimmy joked, slightly batting Scott away with a spatula.

"Didn't know you had a thing for kitchen utensils." Scott said, wagging his eyebrows tiredly.

"How was that an indicator of anything! I just hit you with the spatula!" Jimmy said, voice rising an octave.

"Yeah, and thats a kink, you know."

Jimmy stuck his tongue out, cheeks slightly reddening.

"Trying to flirt with me, aren't you." He said, pushing Scott back.

"Nope! Just want your food!" The cyanette said, quickly grabbing a slice of bacon and stuffing it into his mouth.

Jimmy paused his cooking, to stare at him in horror.

"What the hell? That's hot?" He asked, quickly going to pour Scott a drink of water and grabbing a plate. "Spit it out before you burn your mouth, jesus, I was making some for yku anyways." He held the plate under Scott's mouth, just waiting.

Scott looked physically pained, expression twisted up and tears in his eyes. But the bastard he is, he swallowed it whole.

"That's what she says." He said, grabbing the water and chugging it.

Jimmy shoved him away.

"I think that you are the one flirting with me." Scott said, finally letting himself have a chance to breathe. "That's hot? Really?" He asked, smirking at the embarrassed glare pointed his way.

"You are so infuriating." Jimmy finally said, crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah? But you loooooooove me-" before Scott had a chance to finish, he was pinned to the wall, Jimmy standing over him with his arms trapping him in place. There was no way he could escape. They stood like that for a few seconds, Scott looking up at Jimmy.

Jimmy smirked before pulling away.

"No Scott, I think you are the one in love. Your heart stopped just then, don't try to deny it. You looooooove me." He mocked, turning back to the pan.

He stopped smiling.

"Damn it, the food burnt!" He said, turning to scrape the burnt food into the trash.

Scott had a look of triumph on his face even though he was admittedly wanting more of that bacon.

Maybe that would teach them to keep their hand off each other.

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Not.

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"Yeah yeah, you try to blame me that we couldn't get any diamonds when you are the one stopping our whole journey." Jimmy said, walking to the surface with Scott in tow.

"Excuse me," Jimmy shrieked at the voice, turning to see some of the other members of the server standing there. Martyn and Joel if he remembers correctly.

"Jesus christ," Jimmy muttered, holding a hand against his heart. He bent over, trying to breathe from the mild panic he had felt.

"Sorry for bothering you guys but-" Martyn said before pausing, nose wrinkling, "you weren't just having a quickie, right?"

Jimmy quickly stood up, realizing he must look a mess with his hair all ruffled and shirt... admittedly put on quickly and wrinkled. It must look very suspicious considering the two had just come up from the mines, Scott looking very similar.

"No!" They both shouted at the same time, both turning red from the question.

(Admittedly, Scott pulled the collar of his shirt up and Jimmy looked away from him knowing exactly what they were doing moments prior.)

"Alright then," Martyn said with a shrug, "we wanted to talk about some cows. We heard you may have a few that we are willing to barter for if you are willing to trade."

"Nope, no cows here." Scott said calmly. Jimmy knew the cows were in a hole connected to their- Scott's cottage. He had fed the cows on multiple occasions along with milking them. It was one of the places that he had felt the most safe. (The other being with Scott of course.)

"Ugh, really? So we walked all the way here for nothing?" Martyn groaned, sitting by the pond dramatically.

"I guess so, mate." Jimmy said with a shrug.

(Eyes were burning through his body, they were watching his every movement. He could practically feel them searching his soul.)

Somehow, Scott had sensed Jimmy's uncomfortable feelings.

"Is there something else you needed?" He asked, putting his hand on the handle of his sword in a manner for show. He was looking at Joel.

"N-no, nothing else." Joel squeaked out, hands up placatingly in surrender. There was something else. Like Joel knew something that neither of them knew.

"You know him. He knows you. He is here to save you, take him by the hand, follow him out of this maze."

Jimmy shivered.

Of course the one time they have visitors, the water starts talking to him. If he starts talking back or reacting, he will look like a lunatic. At least around anyone other than Scott.

"Um, I-I have business to take care of." Jimmy said without thinking and quickly going to his own cottage.

He curled up on the carpet and laid there.

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He didn't know how long it took but a hand was shaking his shoulder.

"Jimmy? Are you alright?" Scott asked worriedly.

He opened his grey eyes, Scott smiling softly at him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, sitting on the carpet next to Jimmy.

"C-Can we just sit here for a little bit?" He asked quietly.

Scott nodded his head and laid down next to him, just letting him soak in the comfort.

(Apparently fuck. Thats what the preflower husbands do. Some historians might call them 'bestfriends'

God, when did I get so low as to making sex jokes in minecraft angst fanfiction. Kill me

Also this is taking forever. This isnt even the juicy bit that im excited for wtf whys this taking so long this is chapter 22 💀

Also i will be deleting the fucking sex jokes soon cuz my sibling wants to read this story like the fucking jerk they are 😀

Byeeeeeee)