IMPORTANT: Hengils (Henwy x Sigils) is PURELY PLATONIC! In no way do I mean to make the original people feel uncomfortable by this story existing. Henwy or Sigils, if you find this oneshot and it makes you either uncomfortable or it violates your personal boundaries, PLEASE ASK ME TO TAKE IT DOWN!!! I am willing to sacrifice reads to make sure that your wishes are followed. I'll probably ask to make sure it's actually you beforehand, but I will respect your wishes. If you are one of their friends, like Biffle or Zud, and you know their boundaries and you know it would make them uncomfortable, please let me know and I'll fix things accordingly. 

Disclaimer: Minecraft is not my strong suit. Please don't bash me for inaccuracies. Have fun reading.

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Henwy POV

"Hey Henwy," Sigils called, "Want to come to the Nether with me, Zud, and Biffle to collect some supplies?" "Sure," Henwy yelled back, "I haven't had any adventures in ages."

He pulled the arrows out of the target he was using and put them and the bow away. He strapped his sword to his belt, grabbed a bag and his pickaxe, and went to join the group.

"You guys ready," Sigils asked once they reached the portal. They all stopped chatting and nodded. Sigils stepped through, then Biffle followed. Henwy walked into the purple light and allowed it to take him through.

He knew that the Nether's landscape changed every day, bringing new things with it each time. He hoped they'd find a fortress quickly.

He emerged from the swirling purple light, right on the edge of a cliff. He stumbled, and Sigils seized his sleeve, pulling him around and behind the portal where Biffle was. "Should have come back through to warn you," he mumbled.

Zud came through a few seconds later, and Biffle caught him before he fell. "There's a fortress close by," Sigils said thoughtfully, "But there's a large piglin clan in the valley that we need to cross to get to it."

"We can sneak through them," Zud said bravely, pulling his sword out. "What if we just wait til it's later," Henwy said doubtfully, eyeing the valley below. "Oh come on Henwy, you're always so hesitant," Biffle said, annoyed, "Let's go."

They crept down an old path, Biffle in front and Henwy in the back. They reached the valley in about 10 minutes. "Going left around the valley would be the best idea," Zud said thoughtfully, staring at the mobs down below.

"Going right looks easier," Henwy argued, "Its flatter terrain." "Going left means more cover," Zud shot back. "Lets go left," Biffle said in a tone of finality.

"But what if I want to go right," Henwy shot at the monocled man. "Then go right," Biffle said in exasperation. The three crept off to the right, leaving Henwy crouched there.

"Hmph," he muttered, creeping off in the opposite direction. "I can make good decisions. Just wait till you get caught." He felt ashamed at his words, but stuck with going right.

He was moving very slowly through a tough patch of land when he heard commotion coming from the piglins direction. Curious, he snuck up behind a large rock and peeked over to see what was going on.

"I swear I smell humans," a tiny piglin was insisting, "I can smell the tang of gold, and with gold usually comes humans. Some of the clan started laughing, but the clan leader gave them a look that shut them up. "Alstor isn't wrong," she snarled, "I can smell it too. Spread out and find them."

Henwy ducked back behind the rock, checking himself for gold. "Crap," he muttered, seeing his gold ring that Ian had left him. He tried pulling it off, but it wouldn't budge.

He was so focused that he didn't hear the two piglins jump down from the rock on either side of him. He looked up just in time to see the second one land. "H- Hey guys," Henwy stammered, holding his hands up, "We can be friends, right?" In response, they grabbed his arms rather roughly, dragging him back to the clan.

"Well done Ember, Ruin," the leader smirked as he was deposited in front of her, arms still held by the guards. Henwy stared up at her, feeling like he had seen her before. "Your Valen, aren't you," Henwy realized, "The one who took Sigils' second life."

Valen looked down at him, recognition dawning on her face. "And your Henwy, that insufferable little child who loves the enderman hybrid." She spat out hybrid as if it was a foul thing that she had eaten. Henwy could tell that she didn't approve of hybrids in general.

"Ash, Dan, kill him. Raptor, David, hunt for his little friends. He usually never goes anywhere without them," she ordered, leaning back against a large rock in the clearing. The two sent to search had already vanished. The piglin on his left pulled a crooked, deadly looking knife out of his belt and held it up to Henwy's throat. "On your command," the knife holder croaked. Valen smirked and opened her mouth.

Her order was cut off when Sigils and Zud came lunging from the trees, sword and spear in hand. Zud reached Henwy and speared the two holding him as Biffle came running out of the trees moments later.

"What are you doing," Henwy screamed at Sigils, who was fighting a small but very fast piglin, "You only have one life left! You could get yourself killed!"

"So could you," Sigils roared back, finally chopping off the piglins head. Biffle whacked another across the clearing, and Henwy felt blood spatter onto his clothing.

A large brute approached Henwy, sword held high in the air. He ducked under its arm, quickly stabbed it in the gut, then whirled around to face two more as it dropped behind him. Zud's spear came out of nowhere, impaling one, and Henwy whacked off the other one's head.

The battle raged on. Henwy was constantly outnumbered, usually three to one, but thanks to his potions, he was able to defeat them all. He couldn't see Zud anymore, but he could see Biffle on one side of the clearing, and Sigils near the large rock.

"Sigils!"

Henwy spun around to see Biffle start to violently chop his way through the mass to try and get to the center. He spun around to see Valen sneaking up on Sigils, netherite sword held high, as his partner fought a particularly large brute. Henwy narrowed his eyes at Valen. That had been Ssundee's sword, when he was still alive.

He started running towards Sigils, his speed potion still in effect. Biffle was still too far away to do anything, and Zud had long since vanished.

"Rid this land of hybrid filth," Valen screamed, just as Biffle yelled, "Sigils! Behind you!"

Henwy watched the sword plunge towards his partner's heart in slow motion as he turned around. He lunged forward, blocking Sigils from the blow, and felt the sword enter his own chest. In return, he stabbed upward and felt his own sword lodge into Valen's neck.

They both collapsed. The remaining piglins flocked to their fallen leader, picking her up and carrying her out of the valley and out of sight, leaving the humans and their dead behind.

Henwy lay on his back, gasping, blood flowing from the wound. Sigils fell to his knees beside him. "Why would you do that Henwy," he demanded. Henwy saw tears sparkling in his green eyes.

"To save you, Sigils," he said with a small smile. "You deserve to live." "You do too Henwy, you do too," Sigils said, his voice breaking.

"I've done terrible things, Andrew," Henwy said, using Sigils' real name, "Things that I haven't been able to forgive myself for. I feel like this is a debt repaid, especially to you."

Henwy thought of the time when Sigils had sacrificed his second life to free him and Ian from the same clan of piglins. He smiled weakly at his boyfriend.

"Wherever you go," he whispered, his energy draining as blood left his body, "I'll always be with you."

"You say that like you're going to die," Sigils said, tears falling, hands clenched, "I won't let you die, Henry, I won't let you die."

He tried to lift him, but Henwy cried out, sword still lodged in his chest. "It's no use Andrew," Henwy coughed, a little blood came out of his mouth. "I can't be saved." Sigils tried to speak, but Henwy cut him off. "I'll be with Ian. You won't have to worry about me anymore."

Shadows were fogging his vision as he spoke. He felt someone new come and stand on his other side. He looked up and blinked, seeing Ian standing next to him.

"Ian," Henwy murmured, struggling to sit up. Sigils looked at him in confusion. "Ian isn't here Henwy," he said gently.

Henwy gave him a piercing look. Sigils looked back at him, he knew that look. Henwy pulled Sigils down to the ground and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Sigils sat up, grasping Henwy's hand like there was no tomorrow, because he knew there wouldn't be. Not with Henwy in it anyways. "Come with me Henwy," Ian said from his other side, crouching down and holding out his hand.

Henwy took it, and Ssundee pulled him up. The two stood. Henwy looked down at his own body, then at himself.

"Ian-," he started, but he cut him off. "I pulled your spirit out of your body," Ian said, "Just like I did to Nico, and like Garry did to me."

Henwy glanced at his body again. "I didn't realize how bad it actually was," he said sadly. Sigils was being comforted by Biffle, and Zud was trying to clean him up, Ian's old netherite sword now lay on the ground beside him, covered in blood.

"It doesn't matter now," Ian said sadly, "It's a pity that you had to die so soon, but there isn't anything you can do about it now."

Seeing Henwy's dejected look, he added, "Luckily, we aren't bound to the spirit realm. You can still visit him, but you can't let him see you."

Henwy stared at him. Ian sighed. "All will be explained in due time. Let's go chat with Garry and Nico first."

Ssundee took Henwy by the hand. "Come on," he said, "Let's go home now."

Sigils POV

His boyfriend kissed him gently on the cheek. He sat up, clutching Henwy's hand as if he would never hold it again. He watched as Henwy lifted his other hand weakly, then dropped it, and didn't move again.

"No," he said, "No no no no this can't happen. I promised Ian I'd take care of him." Biffle came up behind him, knelt, and put his arm around his shoulder. He sank back, letting Biffle support him.

Time passed by in a blur. He remembered watching Zud tidy up and carry the body back, felt Biffle supporting him as they made their way back, saw the sadness of their camp members when they returned, remembered burying him, sitting by his grave for hours on end.

He was sitting by Henwy's grave on a warm sunny day, holding his pet cat for comfort. "Here you go Zion," he said, setting down the cat. The black, gray, and gold cat circled the tombstone a few times before settling down in front of it.

Henwy had been dead for almost a year now. His camp members, especially Kate, had been worried about him going to the burial place, but he didn't care.

Sigils leaned his back against the side of the stone and sighed. "This day would have been a perfect day to spend with Henwy," he said sadly, stroking Zion. The cat purred in response.

"Well, you get to this once."

The familiar voice startled Sigils. He hadn't heard that voice in ages. Looking around, he found the source and fell over.

Henwy was sitting by Zion, stroking the cat. Sigils pushed himself up and stared at him. He was a glowing white color, and was still wearing the clothes he had died in, but was cleaner than he had ever seen him.

"How- What-," he started, but he was cut off. "I've been here this whole time," Henwy shrugged, "It's just against the rules to make ourselves visible to the living."

Seeing Sigils' stern but secretly happy look, he said, "I got permission from Ian to visit you like this, don't worry."

"Oh you know I missed you," Sigils said, pulling the British man into a big hug. He pulled away after a bit. "Gosh, your cold," he remarked, rubbing his arms.

"Eh, it's part of being dead," was the reply. The two sat together for who knows how long, watching the birds fly around and the sun set.

"Henwy!"

The two were startled out of their silent date. Ssundee was standing next to the headstone, hands on hips. "Crap," Henwy said, scrambling up. "You're past your time dude," Ian said scoldingly. Henwy sighed, "It's so nice here though. I've missed the sun." "We have to go back now," Ian said, a pitying look in his eyes.

"Can we at least tell him about the Dream Realm," Henwy asked. The other two looked at him, Ian in warning and Sigils in confusion. Ssundee huffed in defeat, "Alright, but he isn't allowed to tell anyone else." "I won't I promise now tell me," Sigils said quickly.

"The Dream Realm is a place where the dead and the living can communicate. It only works, however, when the two trying to communicate are dreaming about each other. People can get banished, however, if they, in any way, attempt to break the Dream Realm and try to bring someone back. That's why you have to be careful." Ian looked at both of them. "Sounds perfect," Sigils said with a happy smile. He stood and hugged Ian. Ian hugged him back.

"Bye Andrew," Henwy said, a little sadly, "See you tonight?" "You bet," Sigils said, giving the two one last hug, "And I won't tell anyone else," he said to Ian.

He stood back. The two ghosts vanished from sight. As Sigils walked away, he could have sworn he heard Henwy whisper, "I love you Andrew."

"I love you too Henry," he said, mainly to himself. He continued walking back to camp, a huge grin on his face. Nothing, not even death, could ruin his mood now.

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A/N: I was in an angsty mood so I wrote this and my hunger was satisfied and I hope you enjoyed it because this took two days to write. Like I said at the start, if this makes any of the original people uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form, such as: use of real names, the platonic shipping, death of characters, etc, please approach me yourselves (by that I mean if Sigils reads this and doesn't like it, please message me directly) and let me know so I can take care of the problem. I hope you guys enjoyed the story and stick around for other stories!

Total word count: 2476