I have no rights over the characters, the only thing I own is the ideas, and story line. I

don't ship the people IRL, only their personas. TY for reading, hope you enjoy it. This is

my 3rd book, and my first one-shot book. Check out my others, the first one,

Solangelo/Avengers and my second book, Trauma of the Hell Prince. Enjoy! (or not, pls

no hate but criticism, ideas or correction won't kill me, I encourage it)

This was it. They were about to go into the soul sand valley… in the real world.

You see, in hermitcraft or the life series, you could go through a soul sand valley, no problem.

But in the real world, if you're a hybrid or not human, it changes you to look like you in your

evilest self. And Tango was not ready for that. "Alright, who's going first?" Scar asked nervously.

Mambo sighed and stepped through onto the dark brownish gray sand. His body was covered in

black for -2 seconds before the darkness let up and there stood Mumbo…

…as a vampire. Now, we all knew Mumbo was a vampire, but we never knew

what he looked like as one. Now we did. His hair, as usual, was slicked back, but it was a bit

longer, and spiky at the end. His black robes were buttoned up, the cloak flowing behind him like

a cape. His red eyes held guilt and his fangs poked from above his lips. He sighed. "Come on."

Mambo chided. Joel went next. Like Mumbo, his body was covered in black until it wasn't and

there stood an alien. His green baby shrek-like antlers were now bigger and curved, his eyes

were green with yellow instead of white behind them, like a cat. His green stripe was now a

darker green, and his outfit changed to a black tight suit that rolled up to the knees and elbows,

zipped up in the front. Etho smiled at the worry in Joel's eyes of Etho leaving him, Etho jumped

into the sand next to Joel. His big dog ears went, if possible, even bigger, as well as his tail,

becoming less fluffy and more spiky. That's all that changed but Etho pulled Joel into a hug. We

all ignored them as Scar stepped forward. His outfit changed to his Secret Life outfit when he

won, black robes with red and purple flowers lining it, a white shirt tucked into dark purple cloth

with jean shorts and a white stripe in his hair.

(Artwork not mine, I do not take credit) Scar's eyes found Grian and the red eyes

softened at Grian's scared expression. Not of Scar, but of what he will be shown as. Scar gently

took Grian's hands and slowly pulled him in the sand. Grian's arms turned brown and furry,

feathers framing his elbows, his hands turning into claws of a parrot. His legs did the same

thing. Purple robes fell over his frame, a hood going over his head, a scar over one of his now

purple eyes and purple halo-type things with eyes going over his head, diagonal to each other.

Scar pulled Grian close as purplish black wings sprouted from Grian's back, replacing the once

colorful parrot ones. Scar kissed the top of Grian's head as Grian shuddered. Martyn slowly

places a foot into the sand, then another. He transformed into his Limited Life outfit, similar to

Scar's except with coral instead of flowers and kelp hanging from his head band, his red eyes

found Scott and just like Scar, slowly pulled Scott and Jimmy into the sand. Jimmy's hair turned

black, his clothes red. His once beautiful golden colored wings turned blood-red as his eyes

turned purple. Scott's outfit turned to his Last Life outfit.

The threesome held each other as Skizz, Impulse, and Bdubs stepped into the sand.

Skizz's bat wings and ears turned pitch black instead of the soft dark brown, and his eyes turned

red, his fangs getting bigger. This is what he looked like when he went into bloodlust, but

recently his boyfriends had been offering themselves for him to drink their blood. The benefits of

having brave and caring boyfriends. And more than one. Impulse's angel wings turned black

with dark blue tips, his hair turned white and his outfit turned ripped. The halo's were gone,

replaced with horns. Bdubs changed into his Last Life outfit when he was the boogieman. Ren

turned into his Red Winter King outfit, BigB's outfit turned into the one from Double Life when he

betrayed Ren. After that, Pearl and Gem stepped forward, hand in hand. Gem's doe ears and

tail disappeared and her outfit turned to her red life one in Secret Life. Pearl's outfit turned to her

Double Life outfit. Cleo became more zombie-like and her old navy robes replaced her 80's

theme. And finally, Lizzie didn't change, cause she's wholesome and a fairy. All that was left

was Tango.

"What's wrong Tango?" Tango's boyfriend's voice broke him out of his thoughts and he

swallowed hard. "I just don't know what I'll look like." Tango said almost inaudibly. Skizz smiles

and takes one of his hands in both of his while Impulse did the same with Tango's other hand.

Bdubs put a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder as Tango shakingly stepped through

onto the soft soul sand. When the darkness faded away from his body, Tango looked down and

saw himself wearing black robes with silver drawstring, his skin ten times paler than two

seconds ago, and his teeth felt sharper than they were before, (as his teeth are like fangs but

they went sharper) Skizz gasped. "Your eyes! Your hair!?" Tango looked at him in confusion until

he looked up at his hair. Instead of the flowing yellow fire, it was blue, and his eyes were not red

anymore, they were blue.

He was absolutely breathtaking and Impulse, Skizz, and Bdubs weren't afraid of showing it,

apparently. They were openly gaping. Grian rolled his eyes, "Stop having a gay crisis and let's

go!"

Skizzpulseangodubs (Skizz, Impulse, Tango

Bdubs) fluff

Warning: suicidal thoughts, voices in head, trigger warning

Tango sat on the edge of the building, not caring how numb from the cold he was.

It was in the negatives in degrees and Tango just wanted to freeze to death. No one would care.

The voices agreed.

You're just a waste of space.

Can't believe you ate that pizza, you're fat enough.

Just lean over and fall DO IT!! NO ONE WOULD CARE!!

The voices started to overlap and tears streamed down Tango's face as he covered his ears,

trying to block out the criticism.

No one cares about you! Just kill youself!

And if your too chicken to do THAT, just go to the bathroom and cut yourself, fatty.

Yeah, just make sure to not leave stains, don't want any more work for your poor friends…

Yeah, fatty

Fatty

Fatty!

FATTY!!

"JUST SHUT UP!!" Tango cried as he clamped his hands tighter over his ears.

Just cut yourself

Yeah, no one will care, just do it

Comon! You haven't done it in FOREVER!

Yeah, might as well

Nothing better to do

Worthless bitc–

"Tango?" A voice broke through the words of the voices in Tango's head. Tango kept his eyes

shut and his hands clamped over his ears. He heard footsteps, but kept his position the same.

He felt a hand on his shoulders, and another hand on one of his hands that were clamped over

his ears. Tango protested. "TANGO!?" The person had seen his face… tear tracked and a black

eye from a bully who found out he was gay. A soft hand cupped his cheek and the voices rose.

Tango whimpered. "Make them stop." Tango whispered, barely audible. "Huh?" Tango finally

opened his eyes, his red eyes finding light brown ones, full of concern. Impulse. "Please, make

them stop." Tango's voice was barely above a whisper. "Make what stop, Tango?" Impulse

whispered. "The voices." Tango whimpered. "The voices, wha-? Oh." Impulse's eyes filled with

tears and he ran off. Tango sobbed. He knew it, as soon as someone found out, they thought he

was crazy. He WAS crazy. Tango sobbed and sobbed, but then Impulse was back with Skizz,

Grian, and Bdubs. Impulse and Grian knelt down. "Hey Tango? Tango, please look at me."

Tango raised his eyes to meet Grian's sapphire ones. He wasn't touching him, but his presence

calmed Tango. His tear filled eyes seemed to confirm whatever question he had. "What are they

saying?" He asked quietly, his British accent familiar. "That I eat too much, calling me a f-fatty, I

don't deserve to live, that I should c-cut myself." Tango couldn't go on, bursting into tears. "And

they're right!" Skizz, Impulse, and Bdubs looked surprised and sad. Grian looked understanding.

"You're not any of those things Tango. Have you not been eating?" Tango shook his

head. "I have…" they all looked relieved for a second, "... but I make myself throw it up all the

time." They're expressions quickly changed to horror. Grian stood up and talked with the trio for

a bit before leaving. The trio had determined expressions. First Skizz walked to Tango slowly,

and Tango flinched. Skizz stopped in his tracks. "Can I touch you?" Skizz asked. Tango slowly

nodded. Skizz leaned down and cupped my cheek. Impulse came over and did the same thing

with my other cheek with his hand. Bdubs came around and hugged me from behind, petting my

hair.

TBC…

We love cliffhangers! =D Octune, out! 3

Skizz leaned down and cupped my cheek. Impulse came over and did the same thing

with my other cheek with his hand. Bdubs came around and hugged me from behind, petting my

hair.

TBC…

"Tango, you're amazing."

The compliment from Skizz startled Tango, and the voices in his head faltered.

"Your hair's so soft." Bdubs said, petting it lightly.

Impulse ran his thumb over Tango's cheek, softly admiring his skin and features.

"You're beautiful." He whispered softly.

Tango POV-

They were all holding me softly, as though one wrong move and I would break.

I slowly melted into Skizz's embrace, letting the tears fall. The voices in my head told me not to

be a baby, but Impulse, Bdubs, and Skizz told me differently. I think this time, the voices are

wrong. I allowed myself to cry. Skizz rubbed slow circles on my back as my face pressed

against the crook of his neck. Impulse held me from behind, pressing loving kisses against the

back of my neck. Bdubs was on my side, laying his head on my lap and holding me from the

middle. After I let out a last hiccup, my tears subsided. The voices were gone.

I looked up at Skizz. My eyes traveled to his lips and I couldn't stop myself.

I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Skizz's face flushed red, and his eyes widened, but he

smiled and pulled me into a longer kiss. I kissed back, my lips moving slowly in sync with his.

Bdubs hugged me tighter from behind and pressed soft kisses to my neck. Impulse kissed my

check softly. Me and Skizz finally pulled back, a small trail of salvia connecting our lips. My face

was flushed red and I was panting slightly. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, and

pressed myself against him. He held me tight. Soon, he pulled away and Bdubs nuzzled his

face into the crook of my neck, as Impulse pulled me into a kiss. Soon, he pulled away and I

knew we had to talk about the voices. Bdubs pulled back and the trio sat there across from me.

Bdubs held one of my hands while Skizz had the other and Impulse held his hand on top of

Skizz's hand whose hand was on mine.

"Top, we need to know everything. When did this start? Are you doing anything more severe

than starving yourself? And why do you starve yourself, and what's the extent?" Skizz said this

slowly so as to not overwhelm me.

"I… I guess it started when the voices came, and the voices came when I started the Life

Series. In Third Life, I didn't kill anyone, so the voices didn't come then. I don't think the voices

came until Limited Life, when I killed Bdubs when I was the boogie. They said I deserved to die.

I kept it hidden and started c-cutting myself. The voices said I was fat, s-so I started to stop

eating. It started with just a few meals or snacks skipped but then it turned into going days

without eating or drinking." I debated telling them the whole story of my trauma. Skizz seemed

to see through me. "Please, tell us everything." and so I did.

NOBODY'S POV- Tango pulled up the sleeves of his red and white striped sweater. Long,

jagged scars ran down his wrists up to his elbows. Skizz carefully caressed Tango's arm in his

hands. Tango shivered. Impulse rolled Tango's sleeves back down.

"Anything else we need to know?" His voice was caring and full of concern.

Tango nodded and pulled up his sweater, showing his stomach and Bdubs, Impulse, and Skizz

sucked in a breath. His stomach looked sucked in, though it didn't seem Tango was sucking in a

breath, and his ribs showed. The trio could literally count his ribs, no problem. His curves were

pointed inward. Skizz reached out and carefully caressed his stomach, tracing his ribs and

Tango shivered. Tango pulled down his shirt and Skizz, Bdubs, and Impulse engulfed him in a

hug. As Tango cried, he thought, maybe his life wasn't so bad.

I connected the last part to the second part since it was so short. Also thank you Just-Fandom

for giving me requests and following, appreciate it! =) - Octune 3

Request! Hermitcraft Scarian birthday AU!

Thank you Just-Fandom for requesting this! I hope this meets your standards!-Octune

It was Scar's birthday. And boy, was he excited! He just knew someone would at least

remember. But that was the start of a terrible day…

Scar was working on his train when Tango came over.

"Hey Scar!"

"Hey Tango, what's up!?" Scar responded. "Oh, nothing much, I actually wanted to give you

something!" Scar got excited. Surely this was his birthday present!? Not. Scar opened the chest

only to get blown up.

??

ha!

be nice

never

Scar sat up in his bed and quickly went to retrieve his things. He saw only a diamond sword and

some bread and a note. All his armor and building materials were gone! Scar read the note.

'Hey Scar! How was your day? This was payback for blowing up my redstone! Love- Tango'

So, Tango didn't remember? As tears swelled in his eyes, Scar forced them down. It didn't

matter. It was just a birthday, surely Mumbo remembered! So Scar went to get his elytra before

remembering he lost all his stuff.

"Ugh, Tango!" Scar screamed in frustration before taking a deep breath. Mambo's base isn't far,

Scar reminded himself. It would kill him to walk a few minutes. Scar took another deep breath

and started walking to Mumbo's base.

Spongbob voice, ~ten minutes later~

Scar had made the longish trip to Mumbo's base and he stepped onto the perimeter. What he

didn't realize was that he stepped on a well hidden pressure plate. The ground underneath him

fell.

not really Scar's day, huh?

yeah

Ha! He deserves it for all those times he killed my horses!

be nice Bdubs

yeah

oh shush, Scar doesn't need to be protected, he can handle himself.

you sure about that?

yeah, no

ha! Got you!

Scar sat up in his bed for the second time. He checked his communicator and his eyes widened.

Mumbo didn't remember either? And nobody had sent him a happy birthday text! What was

going on? Grian! Grian would absolutely remember, he was Scar's boyfriend after all! So Scar

made his round to Grian.

"Grian!" Grian whipped around, startled. "Jeez, don't do that!" Scar laughed.

"Sorry, G."

"So, what brings you here? Just because you're dying a lot doesn't mean I'm giving you stuff."

"Oh, no, nothing like that! I just wanted to know if you remember what today is."

"Um, August nineteenth?"

"Yep!"

"Ok… should I know why you're so excited about it?"

"Oh quit being silly Grian! I know you know!"

"Um, okay?" Grian went back to building his project, while Scar's smile wavered. Did Grian

seriously not remember? No, he couldn't have! Though it really seemed that way.

"Um, see you later?"

"Hm." Was Grian's only response. Scar ran away before Grian could see him cry.

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"I can't believe he would forget." Scar was back on his bed in his train, his knees to his chest as

he finally let the tears flow. Everyone seemed to have forgotten and seemed to be upset with

him. Scar let out a shaky breath as he sobbed. And he started to sing…

~What song do you think Scar will sing!? If you know, guess down in the comments, you'll have

to see the next chapter! Poor Scar…~Octune

Scarian Birthday Request, pt 2!

PLEASE READ!!! Warning! Mentions of pills, drugs, suicidal thoughts, ect. IF THIS STUFF

TRIGGERS YOU OR MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, DON'T READ. Tell me if I

missed anything! All credit for this song goes to Em Beihold, listen to it on Spotify, but make

sure to read the lyrics before deciding the song is right for you! Hope you enjoy, and thanks

again to Just-Fandom for the support and the request, and complement their Rancher Duo

one-shot book, check it out!-Octune 3

"I don't feel a single thing.

Have the pills done too much.

Haven't caught up with my friends in weeks, and now we're outta touch.

I've been driving in L.A.

And the world, it feels too big.

Like a floating ball that's bound to break, snap my psyche like a twig.

And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me.

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life, like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die, like you're

hanging by a thread but you gotta survive, 'cause you gotta survive.

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there.

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care.

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air. Am I past repair?

A little bit tired of tryin'

to care when I don't.

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope.

A little bit tired of sinkin'. There's water in my boat. I'm barely breathin'. Tryna stay afloat. So I got

these quick repairs to cope.

Guess I'm just broken and broke.

The prescriptions on its way.

With a name I can't pronounce.

And the dose I gotta take.

Boy, I wish that I could count.

'Cause I just wanna see if this could make me happy.

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die. Like

you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive, 'cause you gotta survive

Like your body's in the room but you're not really there.

Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care.

Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air. Am I past repair?

A little bit tired of tryin'

to care when I don't.

A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope.

A little bit tired of sinking. There's water in my boat. I'm barely breathin'. Tryna stay afloat.

So I got these quick repairs to cope.

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life?

Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die.

Like a numb little bug that's gotta survive.

That's gotta survive."

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Andrew DeCaro / Emily Beihold / Nick Lopez

Numb Little Bug lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

By the end of the song, Scar was sobbing. He ran to the nearest mountain and looked over the

edge. Nobody would care, they would just think he'd do it by accident.

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Grian frowned at the message. That wasn't part of the script. Tango would blow him up, Mumbo

would make him fall in lava and then Xisuma would bring out the birthday cake and Grian would

kiss him, they would all sing happy birthday and Scar would be happy. But falling from a high

place out of grief? That seemed fishy.

what's going on?

do you think he's upset we 'forgot'?

I think so

go to him

Grian flew to Scar. Scar was in a fatal position on his bed. Grian came in. "Scar?" He didn't get a

response. He saw a recorder on the ground and pressed play. Scar's singing filled the room. By

the time it was done, Grian was in tears. He came over and hugged Scar tightly. "We didn't

forget your birthday Scar."

Scar sniffled. "You didn't?" Scar's voice was so full of hope and surprise, Grian choked back a

sob.

"We would never forget." Grian pulled Scar into a kiss. Scar kissed back until someone speaking

made them split. "

"Get a room, you two." Tango stood there, an amused look on his face at Scar and Grian's red

faces but he quickly turned serious. He sat next to Scar.

"I would never forget your birthday, Scar, and I'm so sorry I blew you up, all the Hermits wanted

to play a prank on you. They all pretended to forget your birthday. They sent you these apology

letters." Tango pulled out a big batch of envelopes, each one with each Hermits name on it.

Tango gave Scar all the stuff he had lost in the explosion and lava and his own birthday present

for Scar, along with all the gifts the Hermit's had for Scar.

Scar was close to tears as he took the letters and presents. "Thank you." Scar said in a choked

voice. Tango smiled and entwined his black slim fire tipped tail with Scar's gray tabby one. Scar

and Grian looked shocked. Tango wasn't much of a touchy person unless he was feeling

adventurous with his boyfriends or he was in heat. So this little display of affection from Tango

felt like the world to Scar and Scar smiled. Maybe that day wasn't as terrible as Scar thought.

Hope you like it Just-Fandom! Tears and a birthday fluff just as you requested! And yes, August

nineteenth is Scar's birthday in real life, and yes, I had to look it up, oof. =P - Octune

Three Words (Impulse x Tango)

Impulse was currently facing a mirror, trying to say the words, but he just couldn't.

The people who said that to him and he said to them always got hurt. He squeezed his eyes

shut as flashbacks flew past his eyes.

'Just run, dear, don't look back. Me and your father will be alright!'

'Mamma? Whad habbening?' (yes, on purpose, Impy tiny boi)

'Demons and angels aren't supposed to be together, sweetie and your father and I are in

trouble, but don't you worry.'

'But-'

BANG

'Carol, we have to go!'

'Alfred? Honey, what's going on!? Did they-?'

'Yes they found us now–'

'Dada?'

'Oh, Impulse its okay dear, just remember we love you'

'Luv oh too dada but wha-'

'There's no time dear, GO'

Tears filled Impulse's eyes as he remembered their screams once the sword sliced their heads,

the fear in their eyes, his little body struggling to move as he fell from heaven and found Skizz

and Tango. His wings were unique, white like an angels but webbed like a demon. He held

himself. He couldn't say it, otherwise Tango would meet the same fate as his parents, he just

couldn't. Suddenly, he felt arms wrap around his waist and a head resting on his back. He

stiffened slightly before the familiar voice spoke up.

"Imy? You okay?"

Impulse quickly tried to wipe the tears away before he was swiftly turned around and caught in

the act by none other than Impulse's boyfriend… Tango Tek.

Tango had on his usual red sweater with a thick white stripe on the sleeves and a dark gray

sleeveless jacket over it. His palms to his wrists were gloves, as usual, with red cloth. Tango's

red eyes bore into Impulse's light brown ones, the parts of his eyes that should be white, dark

red. A singular white (and very sharp) tooth poked from beneath his lip to the left side, his yellow

flame hair swishing slightly from side to side, along with his thin black tail with a fire tip. Tango

took Impulse's face into his clawed hands, running his thumb over his cheek to wipe away the

tears.

"What's wrong." It was a question, it was a statement. Impulse sighed and explained (because

I'm too lazy to write Impulse explaining. I'm writing this during community in school and I'm tired,

give me a break =P)

Tango slowly cupped Impulse's cheek, kissing his forehead. Impulse gave a relieved sigh as his

headache slightly lessened. Tango pressed his forehead against Impulse's, and Impulse leaned

in slightly, allowing himself to relax.

"I love you." Impulse snapped his eyes open with a panicked expression. Tango put his index

finger on his lips and gave him a little 'shhhh'. Impulse blushed slightly.

"You don't have to say it back, but I assure you, I'm not going anywhere." Impulse hesitated for

a second before speaking.

"I- I lov-" Impulse shivered. "Iloveyoutoo." Tango's eyes widened slightly before he smiled and

pulled Impulse into a kiss. Impulse relaxed into it before closing his eyes. When they finally

pulled away, Tango nuzzled his cheek against Impulse's, similar to how a cat would rub against

a humans, and purred slightly as Impulse nuzzled back. They both blushed before kissing

again. Maybe, Impulse thought as Tango's lips moved faster against his, maybe love wasn't a

curse…

It was a promise.

Wo! I'm sorta proud of that one, though sorry it was so short. Also, I'm very proud of how the

Scarian birthday chapter turned out! Thank you Just-Fandom for the request! Updates will be a

bit slower than usual since usually I make these chapters on Google Docs during community in

school when we have about 50 min. Of free time, but now we have to do IXL for most of the

time, so I won't have that much time. I'll still do updates regularly, though. - Octune 3

Galway Girl (Martyn x Cleo)

This is a short chapter - Octune 3

It was karaoke night with Hermitcraft and Empires and it was Martyn's turn.

He took a deep breath and walked to the microphone. He took a deep breath before nodding to

Scar, Grian, and Impulse. Grian started playing the guitar while Martyn sang…

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar

She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar

She asked me what does it mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm?

Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

With my pretty little Galway Girl

You're my pretty little Galway Girl

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet

A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time

I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine

Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine

As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

I walked her home then she took me inside

To finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write

About a Galway Girl and a perfect night

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl

Impulse, Grian, and Scar did a semi-long outro with the drums, violin and guitar before ending it on a

longish note from Scar's violin. Everyone clapped as Cleo was blushing madly and was pulled

upstage by Martyn and kissed and everyone, Empires and Hermitcraft alike, roared with approval. As

the sun rose on the server Martyn knew he chose the right song for his Galway Girl, and Cleo never

regretted falling in love with an English man.

I do not own the song Galway Girl, Ed Sheeren does. I really like this song, I put the song in the

chapter, hope you like this. - Octune

Tulip (Flower Husbands)

"Hey Scott." The voice shook Scott out of his daze. He looked up to find his boyfriend

of five years smiling at him. Scott was currently thinking of a birthday present to give to Jimmy

for his eighteenth birthday and he thought he had an idea, though he didn't know if Jimmy would

accept it.

"Hey Jimmy, how's it going?" Scott smiled as Jimmy sat next to him on their shared bed, and

laid his head on Scott's shoulder.

"Cute." Scott whispered as Jimmy closed his eyes. Jimmy blushed at Scott's words and

sputtered.

"I'm not cute, you're cute! With your beautiful cyan hair that sweeps to the side nicely, your navy

blue eyeshadow that's permanent, your somehow blue eyelashes, your nice dark cyan eyes,

your smooth scottish accent…" Jimmy trailed off at Scott's smirk. Jimmy blushed darkly. (I totally

am not smitten for teenage Minecraft character human Scott, nope not at all, I do not have a

crush on a fictional character that can't be real, nope, Scott's Minecraft character turned into a

human and my age, I would totally not date, ignore this!)

"Just some things I noticed…" Jimmy muttered. Scott smirked.

"Well I think your cute darling, with your golden hair, beautiful smile, chocolate brown eyes, nice

british accent and the way you say 'banana' like an american (true, Jimmy doesn't say

'ba-na-na' with whole a's, he says 'ba-na-na' like 'nana' like an american and Joel and Lizzie

had a whole rant about how he was saying it wrong.) and especially your ability to calm people

down, or make people laugh at your stupidity." Jimmy huffed but smiled.

~Two Weeks Later~

"Come on! This way!" Scott yelled to Jimmy who was currently trying to find Scott. Jimmy looked

up and used the rocks to climb up to Scott's position on the mountain.

"We're almost there!" Scott said as he helped pull Jimmy up. Jimmy huffed.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Scott laughed.

"I told you babe, it's a surprise." Jimmy sighed and continued to follow Scott up the mountain

until they reached the top.

"Just on time." Scott said with a contented sigh.

"What do you mean- oh." Words were sucked from Jimmy's lungs as he stood next to Scott. It

was the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen. Scott smiled and set up the tent as Jimmy

marveled at all the reds, oranges, yellows, blues, purples, pinks, and everything in between.

Scott came back with a smile and took Jimmy's hand. Jimmy didn't react other than squeezing

Scott's hand in what Scott assumed was a 'thank you' and held Scott's hand in return. Scott

smiled but then frowned.

"I don't know how Tango can deal with it." Jimmy gave him a questioning look.

"I mean, Tango being blind at birth. He won't ever be able to see colors, us, his boyfriends,

beautiful things like this. How does he not think about it?" Jimmy looked thoughtful.

"He probably is used to it. His blindness is our normal sight." (I'm actually kinda proud with that

quote I made up, 'His blindness is our normal sight' I made it up and I'm kinda proud of it.) Scott

nodded. Scott got himself ready. He couldn't deny he was nervous, but he had to do this. For

Jimmy.

"Jimmy? I need to talk to you." Jimmy looked at him worriedly.

"Is something wrong? Are you breaking up with me? Oh, no I did something wrong, didn't I! I

swear, I didn't mean to-" Scott interrupted.

"No, no, love, nothing wrong." Scott gave him a kiss. "I just wanted to talk to you about

something." Jimmy relaxed.

"Okay. Sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Jimmy cleared his throat.

"What did you want to talk about?" Scott took a deep breath.

"Ever since I met you Jimmy, I knew you were the one. At first I doubted you were gay, but you

were the perfect one for me. And I want you to know, I will always be with you, no matter what.

And I want to make our nickname, "Flower Husbands", official. Every day waking up beside you

has been the best day of my life, and I want that part to be a part of my life, forever." Jimmy was

blushing madly, and opened his mouth to speak before Scott knelt on one knee and held out a

box with a ring, and Jimmy gasped.

"So, Jimmy Solidarity… will you marry me?"

Cliffhangers, we all luv 'em =) - Octune

Tulip (Flower Husbands) part 2

"No." Scott's eyes filled with tears at his answer as the ring-box was hit from his hand.

"I never loved you Scott, I only used you to get closer Gem, I love her, not you, I'm no gay f*g

like you."

(just kidding!)

"YES!" Jimmy jumped into Scott's already open arms, his mouth set in an ear-to-ear smile. Scott

was crying and so was Jimmy. They just cried in each other's arms as Scott slipped the ring

onto Jimmy's finger. It was silver with a yellow and cyan swirled gem. Jimmy nuzzled his face

into the crook of Scott's neck and Scott just repeatedly kissed the top of Jimmy's head and all

over his face. When Jimmy finally wiped the tears from his eyes, he gazed into Scott's. Scott

smiled and gave Jimmy a long kiss, full of love.

"Happy birthday my tulip."