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jadespeedster17 · 1 year

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Seven Minuets

Summary: Grian wasn’t having a fun time, his current boyfriend, Richard, was starting to annoy him. He was happy Scar was here and all, if just for support through this ‘guys night’. Playing stupid games and Richard not knowing how to keep his hands to himself.

Notes: Saw a prompt from one of @bluiex anon’s, Stalker!Killer!Scar and Grian. Decided why not. More Killer... not much Stalker, it’s hinted.

Warning: Smut(ish) (heavy make out really), Stalker Behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Romanization of very dark things, dirty talk, and cults. (Scar’s in a murder cult so yeah)

Disclaimer: Author does not in IRL think these things are even remotely okay behavior, this is a fic, it is fiction. Take the warnings to heart, and don’t be an ass.

It was loud, it smelled of beer, and it just wasn’t as fun as Grian had hoped. He was now seriously regretting turning down Jimmy and Tango’s offer to hang with them, Ren, Bdubs, and Cub. Even though Scar came along, that didn’t do much to stop the rise of irritation in Grian’s temper. He was just trying to enjoy the movie, with the sound of his current boyfriend doing a shots competition.

He sighed a bit, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Scar gave him an apologetic smile, “We can still ditch and head over to Jimmy’s, sure he’ll let us crash for the night.” he suggested, even if he tried to hide the disgust in his eyes at the group of guys.

Grian was seriously tempted, though he was too much of a kind person to just leave. Seemed rude... Rude like Richard stumbling over to him, the thick scent of cheap booze on him, making Grian’s nose wrinkle. Hands on his chest as the tipsy man kissed his neck, hands moving down.

“No Rich.” Grian said shoving his hands away, he wasn’t about to have sex in front of the others.

Richard huffed in annoyance, “Come on darling,” he grumbled, “The others wouldn’t mind at all, if you’re so upset about them watching we can head upstairs.” he told him.

Grian wrinkled up his nose, “no Richard,” more firmly than the last one, “I don’t want to, end of story.”

The other didn’t seem pleased with that, but puffed out breath letting go and getting off Grian all together. Heading back to the table, “Whatever man, come on, at least play some games.” he grumbled. Grian made a face but sighed walking over, he didn’t notice the dark glare Scar was getting Richard the whole time.

“Seven minuets in Heaven is the name of the game.” one of the others snicker, Grian didn’t bother remembering the name. “Might help loosen up some people.” he joked, and Grian held back a glare.

“Rules are simple,” a bottle was placed on the table, “Spin the bottle, and who it lands on on your turn you go into the closet with for 7 minuets.”

Yeah, Grian knew the rules, he placed the game once before in highschool. that was how he met his friends, he and Tango ended up in the closet. Tango then confessed to him his feelings for Jimmy, and wanted Grian to play wing man. To which Grian also dragged Scar into the mess, but hey it worked, they were still happily together. Might have ended with Jimmy getting a bloody nose due to a plan gone wrong, but it still worked.

He really is now wishing he went over to their house again. Why did he stay with Richard? Part of him guessed it was desperation. Though this was only the 4th date, the guy had been showing red flag after red flag. After tonight it was over, Grian honestly was done play this game. The man rarely respected his boundries.

He remembered venting to Scar about how Richard had tried to get his hands down his pants during the previews of the movies their last date. Richard had apologized, and promised to wait... well we see how that’s turning out. Asshole really just wanted to fuck like rabbits.

Grian was all for sexual intimacy and a good fuck, but he also liked the romantic aspect of things. Was he weird for just liking a good make out session? Just cuddling in the night with no need for a build up? Honestly... he wished he could find guys like Scar.

Problem was Grian was certain Scar was straight, and he didn’t want to impose on their friendship or make things awkward. Honestly he was afraid if they did date, and eventually break up, it’d be too odd to keep a friendship. He didn’t want to lose Scar as a friend, the other was also so caring, comforting, and had helped Grian through alot of issues in his life.

He snapped back into reality when Scar offered to go first. The ever present friendly smile on his face, spinning the bottle easily. Grian felt the others eyeing Scar up with drunken lust. Honestly made his skin crawl, even if Scar didn’t seem to notice or care.

The bottle landed on Richard as some were laughing, “What are the odds the friend would end up in the closet with the boyfriend.” one heckled, Grian shrugged at Scar, he trusted the guy not to do anything.

Scar wasn’t the type to cheat, given how he saw it hurt Grian last time.

Scar shrugged back, “Be back G.” he said cheerfully as he walked with Richard to the closet. The fact Richard didn’t protest said alot... You know what fuck it, he excused himself to the bathroom once the closet door closed. Ignoring the jeers form the 3 other men.

He made sure to lock the door... unease in his stomach.

Picking up his cellphone he dialed Jimmy’s number and sat down on the cold floor waiting. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up, “Hey Grian!” a cheerful voice said as he could hear voices in the back of laughing and chatting. “Be right back guys, Ren don’t steal my cards.” he said and Grian had no doubt Jimmy with giving the ‘I’m watching you’ look to Ren.

“What’s up man, hows your night?” Jimmy asked him, voice as happy as ever, honestly the familiar tone made Grian relax a bit.

“Not to well.” Grian grumbled with a heavy sigh, “Jimmy, mind if me and Scar come on over? I don’t want to stay here any longer.” he asked in a smaller tone. His brown eyes staring at the ground.

A pause, “Sure G, need me to pick you up?” Jimmy asked, tone slightly worried and more serious, “Ren will no doubt come also if you feel you need him?” he suggested.

A faint smile tugged at Grian’s lips, Ren was a body builder, Richard was scared shitless of him even if he talked a big game. “Nah man, it’s just... Richard is an ass and I really don’t want to stay with him. I also don’t wanna go home tonight, just want some friends.” he admits, his voice did breka at the end. The night had been rough, and Grian was holding back tears of frustration.

“Yeah sure, tell you what, I’ll pay pal you some money, get all of us some comfort food. We’ll play cards against humanity and watch some Scooby doo tonight. You and Scar are more than welcome to stay a feww nights.” Jimmy suggested as Grian gavea weak laugh and smile.

Sniffling a bit he made a sound of agreement, “I’ll get some pizza for the oven and ice cream then.” he suggested. “And yes I’ll get Bdubs favorite, need to keep the gremlin pleased.” he joked lightly feeling a big better when Jimmy laughed also.

“Sounds like a great time, see you in 2 hours then G, I’ll let the others know.” Jimmy promised, “We’ll be here, promise.” warmth filled he at the words as he muttered a thanks and bye. Hanging up Grian laid his head back on the wall, he felt a bit better.

Honestly he was happy to have friends like these guys, sure each one of them was in their own form of weird relationship, but none of them pressured Grian to do anything. Scar approved of each of them, though had jokingly said if any of them hurt Grian he’d hurt them. As if any of them would, Grian took some breaths to calm down, he didn’t want to walk outside looking like he’d been crying.

Meanwhile, as Grian had went to the bathroom to call Jimmy, Scar looked at Richard who was grinning down at him.

“You know your small friend is quiet the tightest cunt I’ve ever met.” Richard grumbled, “Wonder if you are?” he purred in a slurred tone. “I’ll admit you’ve got quiet the abs on you.”

Scar snorted some laughter, “I try to at least work out, makes the job easier.” he said leaning closer to Richard who was grinning at that.

“Job?” Richard echoed a bit, hand coming up to ran over Scar’s exposed chest. “Could give a shit less what you do man, I need a fix, and frankly Grian isn’t being happy about helping me out.” he scowled a bit, Then turned back to eyeing up Scar and licking his lower lip.

A deep hum as Richard started to kiss on Scar’s neck a bit, pressing up to him, “I think you’d be interested in it.” his hand moving up Richard’s back, “I’ve never told Grian about it... though that might change soon with you here.”

Richard groaned out a bit as Scar was rubbing up his side then to his back and hair. He was also started to go lower, playing with the belt a bit and-

Sharp pain rushed through Richard’s backside, as Scar was grinning at him. Warmth ran down his back as something was yanked out. Richard stumbled back a bit as he looked at the other. Pale mask with a sinister smile looked back. In Scar’s hand was a knife, red with blood now that dripped onto the floor. “It’s not much of a job, but it works.” Scar growled, Richard tried to struggle, in his drunken haze. Though aware, his body wasn’t really wanting to work. Adrenalin trying to kick in as Scar started to stab him, covering his mouth to keep him from crying out for help.

Grian came into the room as he heard loud bangs from the closet, the other 3 had also started to notice. “Scar?’ Grian said as he went over and the door opened. He stared at Scar stepped out of the closet.

“Well he’s dead.” Scar said calmly, as Grian stared, the other was covered in blood, holding loosely in his hands a bloody knife. He was also wearing a strange mask, it was blue with white streaks and a even fanged smile.

One of the others said, “Scar that’s not funny man.” he said getting up a bit stumbly on his feet.

Scar smirked slightly, “I think it’s quiet funny.” he commented with a grin at them, “Not like anyone will miss him.”

Grian walked past Scar and over to the closet, and stared in shock at the blood running out of Richard, his eyes widen with horror, blood on his mouth and all over his chest and back. Bleeding out onto the floors, he bent down slowly and placed a hand on him shoving the guy and checking him. “He’s... he’s dead... like really dead!” he said in a higher pitched voice.

As soon as he said this, Scar moved, grabbing Kyle, the more skinny guy and slicing open his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” Mike yelled out as Kyle fell over gagging and sputtering on blood as he convulsed on the floor in pain. Possibly unable to breath as the blood filled his mouth and lungs.

Nick tried to rush at Scar, only to be over powered easily, Grian has seen Scar working out. He could easily take on Nick, who clearly was a twig from possibly doing drugs. Scar laughed as stabbed Nick in the chest, the other struggling. Mike came to his senses and went to help, Scar looked at him and grinned as he shoved Nick into Mike. Making them both stumble.

He went over and stabbed Nick in the back a few times as the other’s weight held down Mike. He was trying to get up, calling out for help, calling out Grian’s name. Too call the cops, to do something.

Grian felt numb though as he watched Scar toss aside Nick, and get on top of Mike, who was trying to hold back the knife from his neck. A small giggle escaping Scar’s mouth as he pushed down hard.

He watched in horror and shock as the knife buried itself into Mike’s windpipe, and he listened to the gurgling cry of pain from the guy. Scar stabbed him a few more times, once through the eye for good measure, then took a deep breath once Mike’s body went still and his gasping stopped.

Scar stood up and looked over at Grian, then crazed look softening, “Oh.. G... you weren’t suppose to find out this early.” he whispered softly, walking over to Grian pressed up to the wall, a few feet away from Richard’s body. He was trembling as Scar closed in on him.

“Shhh,” Scar whispered, bending down to him as he petted over Grian’s cheek with bloody fingers. Lifting the blue mask with the smile away from his face. “Just breath for me my Desert Flower.” he cooed, as Grian stared at him. His heart was racing, Scar was covered in his... currently dead X’s blood and his friends.

Grian licked his lower lip, he really couldn’t be finding this hot!? He just watched Scar murder people, easily holding them down without any effort, and slicing them open, he was covered in blood! Scar shushed him again, “You know G, I’ve always liked you... I just couldn’t stand seeing that nasty piece of work there push you past your comfort zone.” he near snarled, “He tried to fuck me in that closet when I stabbed him you know, he had no respect for you whatso ever... Gosh the others were all betting on when I’d kill them for you.”

Blinking a few times Grian swallowed, “Others?” he asked Scar in a croaking tone.

A smile, soft, sweet, gentle, “Jimmy was more than tempted to come here to help me hold Richard down.” he spat Richard's name. “He didn’t like how he made you feel, and after you helped him win over Tango he feels responsible for helping you back.”

That sent Grian’s mind reeling, “What... Jimmy... is...?’ he wasn’t sure how to form a sentence right now, trying to process what Scar was saying.

“Some call us a cult, but we aren’t... we find someone was love more than anything, we’d kill for them. Vexes is what they call us, know you’ve heard of us deary.” Scar whispered to him, hands petting Grian’s hair, leaving blood running through it. “Never thought I’d find my ‘Soulmate’ but they promised me I would... my little flower.”

The Vexes... Grian knew of them, they were a cult of murderers, the news say they stalked someone for a while that they believe is their ‘mate’ their true mate that these beings called Vexes tell them. Wearing a mask with fanged smiles on them, only one of them had been captured, that was how this cult had been found out. And she killed herself in prison. Now killings popped up now and then...

And Scar was one of them.

Much less finding out Jimmy was also one, did Tango know? Were theri others? Were some his friends? Grian swallowed again, as he stared into Scar’s eyes, they were a deep blueish red now, swirling with bloodlust, he was talking even though Grian could barely make it out over the ringing of his ears.

“I’ll call Jimmy to get him to come help, you don’t have to worry about setting the scene deary, I know how-” he cut off as Grian’s fingers reached out, and brushed over the blood that made it under the mask. Scar stared now, his voice drawing quiet as he watched Grian stare at him. Feeling the warmth of the blood under his fingers, Scar’s faint breathing, and calloused fingers on his own cheek.

Then as quick as ever Grian rushed forward pressing his lips to Scar’s own. The knife did clatter to the floor as Grian was on top of Scar, gripping the other’s hair as he pulled back only for seconds to breath between each kiss. Scar then pulled off and started to bite at Grian’s neck.

“o-Ow.” Grian said lightly as teeth made contact, pressing against Scar.

Scar pulled back, “You okay?” he asked as Grian nodded to him, pushing him down to keep going. Somehow Grian had ended up on the floor with Scar on top of him, biting at his neck and leaving hickeys as he did so. Grian letting out small gasps of pain and Scar making sure he’s okay between the ones that hurt.

After a while of this Grian was panting a bit, looking at Scar, fuck he wanted to continue but, “I think we need to wait to keep going once this is taken care of.” he breathed out, some blood in his hair as Richard’s blood hand been pooling to them and was now sticking to his hair and red sweater.

He was also covered in blood from Scar’s hands on his body and face. Scar looked down at him and grinned widely, “as much as I’d love to fuck you in a puddle of blood, you’re right, messes to clean up.” he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “You look beautiful covered in blood my songbird.” he mumbled to him then pressed another kiss to him.

After a moment of just staring at each other Scar did let Grian stand up, “I had called Jimmy a few minuets ago, he wanted us to pick up pizzas and ice cream after I told him what happened tonight.” he said sheepishly.

Scar chuckled with a fond smile, “Good thing I pack extra clothing, I’ll call Cub here to help with the bodies and get you back to their place... Pizza and ice cream sounds lovely for tonight with friends.”

Grian nodded in agreement as he sat back and waited while Scar called up Cub. Jimmy also showed up with some spare clothing for Grian at his place, stating that blood on his seats was nothing knew, and Tango would be driving him home while he helps Scar and Cub. He also had on a vex mask

. . .

The Drive back was silent for the first half, as Grian shifted, Tango gave him a sheepish smile, “Well... at least we don’t have to keep secrets any longer.” he joked lightly as Grian did give a small laugh at that.

A pause and Tango sighed, “I’ll listen Grian, if you have anything on your mind.” he offered. “I know I was reeling when I found out a few months back.” he offered to his friend

Grian shifted a bit, then groaned, “Tango I just made out with a killer who is also my best friend, and he just killed 4 people in front of me.” he hide his face in his hands, and gods he loved every minuet of it. Scar had been forceful, but gentle at the same time. Checking on him through the intense make out session they hand. He had some impressive bruises and bite marks on his neck. “And fuck Tango, he’s in a cult too!”

Tango did laugh a bit at Grian’s reaction, “Well you took it better than I did or even Ren’s last lover... who tried to call the cops on Ren.” he grimaced, honestly Grian wasn’t shocked. Ren’s last guy was found dead a year back... and it seems Grian now knew why. “Bdubs thought it was cool, so guess there is that. I fainted when I caught Jimmy stabbing my Ex.” he said sheepishly.

The passenger stared at his friend as Tango let out another laugh, “Yeah, woke up in Jimmy’s place as he explained everything. Confessing his love for me over and over, what he’d do for me, the peoples he’s killed for me. Honestly, bit much at first, but it ended in sex so... cant’ say your reaction was any better than mine.” he joked.

A pause as Grian looked back out the window, “Never would have guessed.” he commented casually.

“Dude same.” Tango laughed, “Like Cubby being in a cult? That submissive boy?” he grinned as Grian laughed also. “But Jimmy explained a bit, Vexes are supposedly a creature they give Blood and Sex to in return for powers. Not sure how true it is, but he fully believes his life became better. The same he joined he met you, and I suddenly asked you for help in confessing my love to him.

“Jimmy is fully convinced this, and frankly I’m in too deep to do anything against him... not that I’d want to, I love him too much.” Tango sighed heavily, and looked over at Grian for a moment, “I promise G, you’re not alone in this.”

They started to pull up to the house as Tango parked the car, “Come on, Ren and Bdubs are inside and got you a hot bath ran. Take all the time you need, we can talk more once you get out... Scar and them might be a while as they’re also gonna pick up the food.”

Nodding, Grian got out with Tango to get this blood off him, it was starting to harden and flake. And a hot bath sounded great, even if his neck and collar bone felt tender. He was thankful that Ren just greeted him like normal sitting on the couch with Bdubs, they seemed to have paused their card game.

Grian left to the bathroom while Tango told the two he was taking it slow. He had alot to think about, licking his swollen lips. For a moment he tasted the blood on them, thinking back to Scar on top of him, biting down into his neck.

He took a deep breath... he’d have alot of questions for that idiot when he got back.

This took on a life of it’s own, and honestly kind of want to do more with his idea. Going into more stories of the Vex Cult of Killers. Maybe something a bit more NSFW with Scar and Grian. Cub pretty much flirts with everyone in the friend group, confident whore, we love him. Most make Tango a vex, but I decided to spice it up and make it Jimmy this time.

Spelling errors and grammar can’t be bothered right now, I’m too tired to care and it is 8am.

You guys want more, just let me know.

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silverskye13 · 2 years

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Absolutely love the vex!scar thing you wrote! I literally found @theminecraftbee’s fic earlier today and was hoping for a continuation. You did it perfectly. If you’re interested in continuing it, I’d love to see more of that aftermath. If Grian decides to die to fix it or if cub does it for him, how does Scar feel afterwards? Is he happy for the release and snaps back to himself, or does he still want the power? You’re an excellent writer and I’d love to see what you do with this. (Tag me if you do)

I'll do you one better and answer it in your ask! Continuation to my previous vexfic [which is a continuation of Bee's fic here] under the cut! [And a link to my previous vexfic here, for anyone who wants the context!]

I hope you like it ^_^

[For anyone who wants some added drama, I wrote this to "Astel, Naturalborn of the Void" from the Elden Ring soundtrack, so I'll rec that at you to listen while you read.]

Cub veered through the dripstone canyon, elytra wings tight against his body as he swerved between the deadly points. His head was spinning, vision slightly blurred by the break from Scar's magic, but he'd built this terrain from the ground up and he knew how to navigate it. Sure he didn't normally fly through this fast but-- Cub gasped as he clipped his wing on a point. It forced him into a spin that a well-timed rocket barely stabilized before he could crash into more dripstone. He corkscrewed wildly between a pair of columns, losing height before pulling back up again. Yeah, no, this was stupidly risky. But if he had trouble flying through, he knew Scar would, and that was the point. One respawn would end this mess and normally that'd be easy enough. Scar was lucky but Cub was skilled, and that won more fights than lost them; but with Scar all deviled-up with evoker magic, Cub didn't like his odds. It'd been hard enough just standing beside him, fighting not to get drawn in by Scar's silver tongue. If it hadn't been for his reflexes, the instinctual horror of someone passing on his true name, well, he wouldn't be airborne right now. He'd be tethered to Grian. And of course it had to be Grian. Nothing against Grian, really, Cub could appreciate mischief. But evoker magic? Really? Fantastic. And Grian with his Watcher nonsense going on, whatever that was, complicating things. That was probably why Grian thought he could handle this in the first place. Cub tucked his elytra and dove, squinting against the blur of dripstone pillars as he darted between them. None of that mattered right now. He was away from Scar, or at least far enough away the magic couldn’t touch him, and Scar was chasing him through his minefield of a base, and soon this would be over.

“Is that what you think, Cubby?” Scar hummed suddenly, close to his ear, and Cub didn’t feel the ring of magic until he was nearly drowning in it. There was Scar keeping pace with him in the air, jagged wings giving the occasional lazy flap, more magic than function. He was laying on his back in the air, arms crossed lazily behind his head, his sword the only break from the illusion of nonchalance. He passed through a dripstone pillar as though it didn’t exist, and distantly, hazily, Cub remembered one of the many, many perks of being an evoker-held vex. And then a pillar smashed into his outstretched elytra and Cub went spinning towards the ground. He could hear Scar laughing at him as he fell, his whole world was spinning color, stone sky stone sky stone sky-- Cub managed to open his wings and fired off some rockets and he was shot wobbling and spiraling back towards the sky again. He aimed for a slice of blue he could see through the jaws of his canyon and, by some miracle, pulled out of it without killing himself on the points. The world above him was open sky, and his heart was hammering in his chest, and he hadn’t realized he’d held his breath until spots were dotting his vision and he gasped in again.

“That was close,” he said to no one in particular. Cub set his elytra and hovered, gliding slowly above the canyon. Scar was a blue smear far below him, dancing amidst the dripstone points and raising lazily in his direction. The way he circled, pursuing Cub with no real sense of urgency, reminded him a bit of a shark circling in dark water. It was unnerving, and familiar, and unnerving because of its familiarity. Unnerving like a vex slowly circling its evoker, searching for something to maim.

Okay, Cub thought, huffing out a bracing breath. He slipped his bow from his inventory and knocked an arrow on the string. New plan.

“You really are no fun,” Scar called to him, dodging Cub’s first arrow with trivial ease. He flapped his wings once and rose with enough speed to rival a rocket blast, the tip of his sword breezing past Cub’s face as he raced skyward. Cub knocked another arrow.

“All this fuss over a silly name. I mean come on, Cub,” Scar laughed. He dove with sword outstretched, and Cub only dodged the blade by closing his wings and falling. “Even Grian’s ready to play along, and he’s the most strong-willed person on the server!”

“Apparently not!” Cub laughed, a hiccuping noise born out of stress, hollow and dry. He was grinning too, because Scar was, and because sometimes the only thing you can do in the face of something scary is bare your teeth at it. “Stop talking to me Scar, it’s not gonna work a second time.”

He loosed an arrow that passed harmlessly through the gaps in Scar’s jagged vex wings. Scar dove at him again, sword leading. “You know, a lot of people tell me I can’t talk them into things. I always prove them wrong. You should’ve seen me in Third Life!”

Cub closed his wings and dove again, escaping the sword. He grimaced at how close he was getting to his dripstone forest, and then fired a few rockets to angle back into the sky again. Scar followed him with frustrating, trivial ease.

“Awh Cub, don’t get mad,” Scar purred as he followed, his voice coy and smiling. “You know, it’s a lot easier to fly on vex wings than an elytra.”

The magic in Scar’s voice found a foothold in Cub’s frustration, rang in his ears like bells. God but it’d be so useful to have his own wings right now, instead of relying on a borrowed pair from the End. It’d be so much easier to fly, and he’d be able to knock that stupid grin right off Scar’s face. It’d hardly be a fight. Cub was the stronger fighter without the magic. He’d be stronger with it too. He’d--

The only thing that stopped Scar from taking Cub’s head off his shoulders was Grian. Cub had no idea when, but Grian had rocketed up to them. He grabbed Cub’s ankle and closed his wings and the both of them fell, and the spell that had settled on Cub was cut in the same motion Scar’s sword cut too high over his head. He was so dazed, so lost in the magic of Scar’s words and the jarring drop of Grian ripping him out of the sky, he almost forgot to open his wings to catch his fall.

“Thanks, G,” Cub managed shakily.

“Don’t thank me,” Grian squeaked, his voice high and shrill in his panic. “I don’t deserve it yet.”

“Griaaan!” Scar whined childishly, and blue magic arced and crackled around him like static, “that’s not fair! I had him!”

“You shouldn’t have anyone,” Grain scolded him. “You need to stop this. Cub’s just trying to help fix the mess I made.”

“Oh come now Grian, I wouldn’t call this a mess.” Scar smiled patronizingly. “It’s more like… a serendipity.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?!”

No, he probably wasn’t. That was the thing with illager magic. Once it sunk its teeth into you, really sunk its teeth in, it was the sweetest thing you’d ever felt. And while Cub had never really been one for measuring teeth - really it was where you bit that mattered - the teeth on illager magic seemed long and hook-curved and impossible to rip out on your own. He switched out his bow for his sword. Scar’s gaze rolled off of Grian and settled on Cub instead, and the weight of the magic in him felt like a mantle on Cub’s shoulders.

They moved at the same time.

Cub slashed his sword across Grian’s elytra, breaking it in a spray of rainbow-colored feathers. Scar slammed into him a second later, sending him pinwheeling through the air, before he tucked his wings and dove after Grian. Cub hugged his arms and his legs close, folded his wings and dropped with them, just a second slower to fall.

“Cub!” Grian screamed, “What?!”

“Sorry dude! You’re the easier target!”

Scar sunk his claws into Grian’s shoulders and the two of them tumbled together, and there was a second where Cub thought Scar intended to try and fly Grian to safety. Instead, there was a flash of light, a fizzle of magic, and Grian’s elytra mended with a sizzle of magenta and gold. With a shouted, magic-filled command, Grian’s wings snapped open of their own accord, his free-fall bailed quickly into a shallowing dive. Cub let out a soft curse, switched his sword for his bow and opened his elytra. He tracked Grian across the sky, knocked an arrow in place--

Scar crashed into him, all claws and fell magic, and it surprised him so badly it ripped a scream from him. He lost his grip on his bow, the arrow spinning askew wide and useless. Cub fired a rocket, tearing himself away from Scar and arcing back into the sky, gaining as much distance from the ground as he could. He could feel Scar following him like a lightning storm, a surge of powerful blue and fell intent, fierce enough to bruise the clouds. Cub flew so fast he was breathless, the wind ripped itself away from him faster than he could breathe it in. He hesitated for a second, searching the horizon for Grian, and Scar was on him again, this time sword in hand. It stung Cub’s arm like lightning as it grazed him, the speed of the chase bungling Scar’s aim. The electric blue of Scar’s eyes were rooted to Cub’s chest, his intended target. Cub laughed, or wheezed, or a little of both.

“Getting a little intense there.”

“I’ve killed every evoker that’s gotten close to him,” Scar grinned, and his voice was low and knife-edged, “and I’ll kill you too if you keep up with that.”

His voice lightened, realization dawning, “And when you’re dead, I’ll just corner Grian again and give him your name, and he’ll summon you! Oh man! Why didn’t I think of this before?”

Cub was sinking. That’s the thing about an elytra - it couldn’t hold still. Wings could. So Cub sank helplessly, slowly, and Scar hovered, following him with electric-blue eyes, and he really did look powerful. Unstoppable, even for Grian, who’d turned him into this. Cub distantly wondered if he used to look that scary when he was a vex tied to an evoker. Probably, yeah. Probably he looked scarier. He used to like looking scary like that. Putting the fear of vex into players. It was surreal being on the other side of it. This was probably what people meant when they talked about karma.

“Scar, please man,” Cub said, circling Scar slowly, trying to be beseeching, trying to peel back the layers of evoker magic and find his friend underneath. “You don’t wanna do that to me.”

“No, I really do.”

“Come on man, I can’t be caged up like that again. You know I can’t,” Cub pressed a little harder, really, really trying to sell it. “A friend wouldn’t do that.”

Scar laughed, close-mouthed and mischievous. “Vex don’t have friends, Cub.”

Scar had always been terribly, terribly good at the magic of speech and suggestion, of pulling people in to get exactly what he wanted. Infallible. His greatest weapon and ally. Cub felt betrayed, despite every rational thought telling him not to be. Betrayed like he’d been physically struck, like the magic that missed him yesterday had actually managed to catch his heart. When Scar dove for him, he saw it coming and still reacted too slow. Scar’s sword tore through his shoulder, clipped his elytra behind it. Cub grabbed a fistful of Scar’s shirt and they fell.

Cub kicked, and punched, he fluttered his elytra open and closed, twisted as much as he dared. Scar gripped his sword’s hilt, the blade half-sunk in Cub’s shoulder, and all he had to do was hold it there, grinning. Waiting. Every jostle Cub gave it sent a lance of pain through him, ripped barely swallowed grunts and cries from his throat. He just needed to open his elytra. He just needed to get Scar off of him. His elytra wing opened halfway, snapped on the sword point protruding through his shoulder, shuddered closed again.

Cub thought frantically, maybe, he could cling onto Scar for dear life and they’d both fall and die. Then the spell would be broken. Cub would lose a few levels, lose a bit of his pride, but he could gather their gear from the teeth of his desert and be done with this. But all Scar had to do was open his wings, and it wouldn’t matter. They were falling too fast. It’d be like trying to catch the wind. Scar would fly away unscathed and Cub would drop like a stone. And then Scar would corner Grian, and he’d get what he wanted, and Cub was… terrified? Yeah, terrified. He’d never been so scared of a fall in his life. Frantic. He didn’t want to be trapped by a summoner again. He didn’t want to be at the beck and call of something he couldn’t control. He didn’t want his every interaction to be a magical transaction. He didn’t want to be terrifying like Scar. He didn’t want--

“Scar, man, please,” Cub begged, because that’s all he had left. “Please. Scar-- don’t--”

Scar just smiled, and there was so much vindictive glee behind it, that schadenfreude illager magic doing what it did best.

There was a sound like glass shattering. Cub’s communicator pinged with a death message. The crackling blue of vex magic vanished off of Scar like a ghost. That insidious grin wiped itself off his face just as quickly, replaced by first realization, then shock. Then Scar’s eyes snapped to something just past Cub, and he gasped.

<Grian> Experienced Kinetic Energy

<Cubfan135> Hit the ground too hard whilst trying to escape <Goodtimewithscar>

<Goodtimewithscar> Hit the ground too hard

Grian and Scar hadn’t had time to set their spawns before everything happened, and while the walk from Boatem to Cub’s desert wasn’t all that far, it did buy him some time to compose himself. Plenty of time to regulate his breathing on the walk out to retrieve their gear. Plenty of time to throw some quipped replies into the chat at the many “RIP”s and “Lol”s and “Are you guys alright?”s. Plenty of time to work his way up to something resembling a smile, when Grian and Scar’s voices called out to him across the sand. The thing about the vex, all vex, was you always had a little bit of magic lying around. Scar kept his in his voice, and he used it to great advantage throwing his entire soul into how apologetic he was. Cub’s mostly manifested in pretending. He’d been pretending he was human remarkably well for several years now - pretending enough that most people who didn’t know him well thought it was true - so surely if he pretended really hard he wasn’t bothered, well, he wouldn’t be. He wondered what Grian saw, when Cub and Scar talked to each other. Did he see two people, laughing sheepishly, apologetic and accepting, handing off shulkers of dropped inventory, no hard feelings? Did he see two vex, sparking a bit around the edges with blue magic, each trying to trick the other into thinking there was no magic left in them at all?

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Grian told them sternly. “No evoker magic, I promise. And definitely not that kind if I do. And definitely, definitely not with Scar’s vex name. He didn’t tell me yours Cub.”

“He’s absolutely right, I didn’t! And I wouldn’t dream of telling him,” Scar reassured Cub as well, leaning on his words like a crutch, like they were all he had to stand on. “Your name’s safe with me, I promise. This was just a mistake-”

“Absolutely it was. Absolutely,” Cub nodded, smiling as easily as he’s able to. “I don’t hold it against you guys, it’s fine. I’m glad things are normal now.”

And he was, even if they weren’t. And he didn’t hold it against them. So he hoped, if they ever found out what he did next, they wouldn’t hold it against him either.

Vex don’t have friends, Scar had said. Cub supposed, maybe, Scar was right. Friends trust each other not to reveal their true names to someone that could use them against them. Friends don’t rewrite their other friends’ memories because they’re scared. Then again, friends also don’t pin your wings shut and force you to fall, all while you’re begging them to let you go. Maybe this makes them even then. A simple transaction.

Cub is a vex. Outside of the occasional prank, and some (mostly) friendly PvP, he hadn’t been too terribly vex-y in a long time, but being a vex doesn’t leave someone quite as easily as being human might. He liked to think he put on a good human face though, as much as a vex could. He’d taken great pains to sever his ties to evokers and mages, purposefully unwrote his true name from a lot of ledgers. And summoning books. And memories. Cub had even ended a few lives over it, he’d been that dedicated to the whole “I’m totally human now” bit. It was a fact he didn’t regret. It was a fact he reassured himself he wouldn’t regret to do again.

#the barking writer #answering asks #half-elf-nerd #theminecraftbee #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #grian #vex!cub #vex!scar #this has been half-finished in my hc docs for awhile and i've gotten a couple of asks about it #finally made time to finish it

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