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special delivery
Pearl was fairly certain this was not in her job description.
She supposed she had agreed to do special deliveries and while she would not necessarily count this as one because there was a permit for these kinds of jobs – though she figured that since there was no transaction involved she wasn’t breaking the law and then technically this was not necessarily a job for the man with the mob permit – this was still something she would have called Scar for. If he was available that was. Which brings her to the next problem.
Scar was currently very small, very grey, and a little feathery. And also in her mailbag.
Pearl did know a little about the vex thing. Not a whole lot, it didn’t really come up all that often, but at least she knew enough to realize that the little creature she had spotted inside one of the chests of the explosive firework shop was Scar. She had noticed the chest wasn’t properly closed when she had been restocking her flower truck and she would hate it if rainwater ruined the fireworks that from what she’d heard could cost Cub more to make than he was selling them for, so she had decided to help the man out and close the chest. Only to find a very small Scar in it.
She had no idea what to do with a vex though. Especially with a vex that seemed very much to be sleeping and showing zero signs of planning on waking up any time soon. So she had carefully picked Scar up where he had been curled up in the middle of the fireworks and gently placed him in her bag, glad that she had already delivered all the mail that had been there earlier.
She was also, for once, glad that her donkey was as slow as it was. It made the journey to the one person she figured could probably help her with this issue a little more steady. Steady was what she needed right now – she didn’t trust herself to fly or even run with a literal person in her bag.
The journey took a while, and every now and then she looked into her bag to make sure everything was alright. Each time Scar seemed just as asleep as the last time and she briefly wondered if he was maybe unconscious and not just sleeping – but he seemed to be tossing and turning a little so she wasn’t too worried. Surely Cub would know what was up.
Pearl couldn’t say she was surprised she saw sculk when Cub’s area came into view. The extent of it was mildly terrifying though, especially as he resided quite close to her, but she paid it no mind. She had more important things to worry about, like finding Cub (and maybe hoping that he was not covered in sculk).
“Cub?” she called as she got off the donkey. She didn’t have a lead and there weren’t any fence posts nearby anyway – she would just have to hope the donkey wouldn’t wander off the pathway into the sculk. “You around here?”
She heard the sound of a firework going off and quickly a rather normal-looking (aside from all the dye stains) Cub landed before her.
“Hey hey,” Cub greeted her. “What’s up? Good to see you, Pearl.”
“I have a special delivery for you,” Pearl explained, putting on her slightly more professional mail lady voice.
“Hmm?” Cub hummed, obviously curious. “Intriguing. I don’t remember buying anything or signing up for anything.”
“Yeah, about that…” Pearl opened her bag and held it out enough for Cub to be able to look inside. He took a few steps forward to peek into the bag and then let out a little amused sound.
“I see, I see,” Cub nodded, reaching into the bag. Pearl winced a little as Cub picked up the sleeping vex by the scruff of his neck like one might hold a small kitten – she was certain Cub knew how to handle a vex miles better than she did but after spending the better part of the last hour being as careful as she could it did catch her off guard a little. Scar didn't seem to mind, still deep asleep. “Where did you find him?”
“He was sleeping amongst the fireworks in a chest at your shop,” Pearl said as she watched Cub cradle the vex in his arms – or rather his arm, he didn’t really need both of his arms to hold something so small. “I figured that might not have been the best place for him.”
“Makes sense, makes sense,” Cub nodded and Pearl had no idea what exactly about this was making sense to Cub, but she was glad something was. “Thank you for bringing him here, I’ll take care of him.”
Cub looked like he was about to turn around and leave to do whatever one did to care for a vex and Pearl couldn’t stop her curiosity.
“Cub? Can I ask a question before you go?”
The man paused. “Sure, of course,” he replied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry which did ease Pearl’s nerves a little. “Shoot.”
"Why?” she asked and it came out a little less polite than she was hoping for. “I mean, is he like, alright? I’ve never seen that happen before. Had me a little worried there.”
Cub seemed to either not notice her tone or simply not care. “Just means he’s really tired. Like really really tired. Nothing too serious, I’ll talk to him about it.” Scar turned a little in Cub’s hold almost like he knew he was being talked about. “It happens sometimes, every now and then.”
“He’ll just be back to normal once he’s rested?” All of this was raising more questions than answering them, but she didn’t want to pry.
“Yep,” Cub confirmed. “He seems to like sleeping in chests, not the first time he’s been found in one. I’ve never tried to put him in a shulker box, do you think I could mail him?”
Pearl just stared at him. “Please do not try to mail Scar.”
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Cub and Scar have had naturally white hair ever since they sold their souls to the vex. They dye it though cause they just prefer having black/brown hair.
However, nobody except them are aware of this fact. Not because they’re hiding it or anything, it’s just cause it’s never really considered it a possibility. It’s a bit of a shock to everyone when eventually news gets out.
There’s a tug at Cub’s hair and he instinctively tries to shy away from it, only to create a painful pull on his scalp.
“Cub’s getting old again! His hair’s getting white!” Bdubs yells and Cub hisses at him from where he’s crouching on the floor trying to fix redstone so they can continue playing the game. The other man lets go of his hair and Cub turns to glare at him. “I knew it was some magic trick that’s now wearing off!” Bdubs adds almost proudly, more directed at Cub than the others.
Cub rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not getting old,” he says a little defensively. Scar had told him he looked fine earlier!
“That’s not what white hairs from age look like,” Etho comments, leaning over Bdubs’ shoulder to inspect the crime scene. “Bdubs, you should know that.”
“What?!” the man gapes. Cub watches Etho take a few steps back before Bdubs turns around in faux rage. It’s quite amusing. “What do you mean I should know, are you calling me old?! Wait, how would you know what those look like? All of your hair is white!”
“I’m not stupid?” Etho suggests and there’s a wave of laughter from the few other hermits present that are actually listening to their conversation.
“Etho’s right,” Cleo says, walking over. “That’s definitely root growth.”
“Like from hair dye?” Bdubs questions, his intense gaze switching between Etho, Cleo, and Cub’s hair at light speed as he tries to make sense of the situation. “You dye your hair?”
It feels a little demeaning to have everyone stare down at him – especially at his apparently not very well dyed hair – while he’s just trying to fix his game mid event.
“It probably wouldn't look like that if I just did it myself,” Cub grumbles. “Where did Scar go? I have a few words to say to him.”
“Scar dyes your hair?!” Bdubs asks unnecessarily loudly. “Dude, I would not let that man near my precious hair with hair dye in a million years!”
Cub almost disagrees and points out that Scar isn’t too bad with it, before remembering the very situation he’s in right now. Speak of the devil and he shall appear – Cub watches Scar walk over, probably alerted by Bdubs’ yelling.
“Who’s talking about me?” he asks with a wide grin, too-sharp teeth on display. Cub gives him an unimpressed stare.
“Is it true you dye Cub’s hair?” Bdubs questions instantly and Scar looks a little taken off guard by the sudden question thrown his way.
“Oh, yeah,” he replies casually. “It’s a vex thing, the white hair. What about it?”
Bdubs stares at him like he just said something more outrageous than that, clearly not impressed by the nonchalance. “A vex thing- does that mean your hair is white too?!”
“It is, yeah,” Scar shrugs. “I prefer brown though. I thought you knew this, my hair was white in Last Life when I didn’t feel like dyeing it.”
“I thought your hair just kinda did that or something!” Bdubs tries to defend himself and Cleo snorts. “Don’t laugh! He could’ve dyed it white or something, I didn’t think he'd been dyeing it brown for like, what, seven years! And Cub too, he does not strike me as a hair dye kinda guy! Don’t act like you guys knew about this!”
Etho and Cleo both shrug. The other hermits don’t disagree, though Cub knows Joe already knew this but seems to have decided to remain quiet, probably for his own entertainment.
“Well, the more you know,” Scar replies cheerfully. “I don’t think I’ve really talked about it to anyone to be fair. How did this come up anyway?”
“You said I look fine this morning,” Cub finally speaks up and Scar turns to look at him. “But apparently I have root growth. Scar, I look stupid.”
Realization finally dawns on Scar’s face as his gaze shifts from Cub’s sour face to his hair, noticing his mistake. His smirk turns into a sheepish smile. “Whoops?”
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i present you: grub species swap! avian cub and vex grian with some vex scar trying to eat everyone on the side (so warning for cannibalism mentions but like in a funny way). can also be read on ao3 here!
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“What did you do?!” Grian basically screams as he lunges at Cub with almost inhumane speed. Cub steps to the side, avoiding Grian more easily than he should have been able to.
Right.
Grian is considerably smaller and easier to dodge without his big bright wings that easily triple the amount of space the man needs around him even when they are neatly folded against his back. The wings that are currently not on Grian’s, but Cub’s back.
Which brings them to their current problem, which isn’t even Grian’s confused anger. At least that isn’t the main problem and Cub is fairly certain he can hopefully deal with it, though he’s no Grian-whisperer.
“Man, I didn’t do anything!” he replies, raising his hands in surrender. It was true – for once. He had nothing to do with this. The wings on his back shift as he moves, feeling unfamiliar and weird. “Not my fault, I swear!”
“You have my wings!” Grian stares at Cub like he has grown a second head instead of wings, his deep black eyes even more ominous than usual.
“Not by choice,” Cub argues. “Not everything is always someone else’s fault, y’know.”
Grian glares at him and Cub shrugs. The weight of the wings seems to put pressure on muscles Cub didn’t even know existed – hell, maybe they didn’t exist before this, who knows what the extent of these changes to his body really was? Whatever it was, it was certainly making him uncomfortable.
“I’m having kind of a hard time believing that you here, Mr. Vex Magician, don’t have anything to do with you mysteriously having my wings, ouch-” Grian flinches suddenly and pauses, sticking out his tongue. “Bit my tongue, dude, that hurt .” Cub watches the blood bleed on his lips blue. His eyes widen in realization and Grian looks at him questioningly. “What? Stop staring, you’re being weird.”
Cub sucks in a breath and ignores the feeling of feathers puffing up behind him. “You’re a vex,” he says.
Grian’s face twists from confusion to some sort of furious disbelief. “I’m what!? ” he shrieks. “Cub, what did you just say!?”
“You’re a vex,” he repeats. Suddenly things make more sense – still not enough sense, but more nonetheless. Something is very wrong, that much Cub can tell. “I’m a bird, you’re a vex.”
“An avian,” Grian corrects sourly as if that was the biggest of his concerns right now. “What do you mean? How can you even tell?”
“You’re bleeding blue,” Cub points out and Grian instantly wipes his mouth on his sleeve, staring at the stain left behind, dumbfounded. He opens his mouth to say something and Cub notes the row of pointy teeth clearly visible. “Also your teeth are sharp, like vex.” He watches Grian run his tongue over his teeth and does the same himself, noticing his own teeth are no longer like little daggers lined up but instead flat like humans and hybrids that didn’t have special diets tended to have.
“What does this mean?” Grian asks, sounding alarmed by the new discovery. “Being a vex, what does it mean for me?”
Cub thinks – what does it mean? He’s so used to his own nature and all the big and small quirks that come with it that it’s not as simple of a question as one might think. Now that he knows to look, he can tell Grian’s nails are sharper too and there’s a light blue tint to his face where normally he’d be flushing red.
“Hopefully not much,” he ends up shrugging. “If we get this fixed quickly.”
“That’s a pretty big if, considering neither of us seem to have any idea what happened!” Grian huffs. “What if we can’t get it fixed quickly, what then? Cub, vexes are weird creatures! I don’t know how any of this works!”
Cub snorts, not taking offense. “Can you hear them?” Grian shakes his head, visibly confused. “Good, good. Are you hungry?”
“I don’t think so?” he replies, taking a moment to focus on his now rather foreign-feeling body. “I feel like I could eat something but not hungry, I don’t think? Wait, what do you mean by hearing them? Can you hear them?”
“That’s normal, if you’re not feeling hungry then there’s nothing to worry about,” Cub hums. There might, most likely will, be something to worry about in the future if they can’t get this solved, but right now he’d prefer to… avoid going into certain details unless he absolutely has to. “I can usually hear the vex, but not right now though.”
He’s grown so used to the little yells and screams in the back of his head that he hadn’t even realized they weren’t there anymore. The silence is odd now that he pays attention to it, but he’s relieved to know the cacophony hasn’t moved into Grian’s head instead.
“What do you mean you can usually hear them?” Grian asks, sounding so horrified Cub is even more glad Grian apparently can’t hear them. “That’s awful, can Scar hear them too?”
“Yep,” Cub replies. He would have assumed Scar would have told Grian, considering the two were good friends, but then again, it really wasn’t that much of a big deal. “It’s kinda annoying but we’re used to it by now. It’s not too bad.”
“Doesn’t sound like something ‘not too bad’ to me,” Grian insists. “Does Xisuma know?”
“If he knows anything about vexes, then probably yeah. Seriously, it’s no big deal, I’m sure there are some bird things you don’t think are odd but others do,” Cub says, rolling his shoulders. The wings are starting to feel uncomfortable like things aren’t in the right places. “Like for example how itchy these wings are,” he mumbles, trying to reach for the itchy spot before realizing that one, he can’t reach it, and two, the wings aren’t moving in the ways he thinks they should be. “How do you even deal with this, mine are never like this-”
“You can preen them,” Grian points out with a shrug. “I’m kinda lazy with that though, so I’ve just gotten used to the discomfort. Hold on, what do you mean by your wings?”
“My vex wings. You do know that vexes have wings, right?”
Grian gapes at him and Cub pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I know the little creatures have wings!” Grian defends himself as Cub sighs in fake disappointment. “Don’t act disappointed, I’ve never seen yours or Scar’s wings, how was I supposed to know?!”
It was true neither of them really kept them visible, as they weren’t really all that useful and it was often easier to keep them hidden than to have them be on the way all the time, but still. Did this guy really know nothing about vexes at all?
“I don’t know, maybe like, look behind you or something?”
Cub watches Grian turn around a full circle, only to realize he’s trying to see something on his own back, and then trying to look over his shoulder. The wings are transparent and nearly invisible, but still very much there, just like Cub had thought they would most likely be, considering Grian would not know how to hide them with magic. Grian gawks at the wings with his mouth open, looking quite stupid in Cub’s honest opinion.
“Shut up!” Grian yells before Cub can even open his mouth to say anything. Instead, he raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t know anything about vexes but that just means we really need to fix this even faster. I don’t want to like, start hearing them, or whatever that was about.”
Cub decides to not argue that he can usually hear the vexes because of his connection to the vex, which despite apparently having his species swapped with Grian, should not transfer over like that.
“Right,” he says instead. “We should probably go find Xisuma once he comes back online.”
Grian plucks his communicator out of his pocket and Cub watches his face drop in real time as he realizes they’re the only ones online. “Dude, this sucks. What if it’s a bug and the others will come back wrong too?”
The communicator in Grian’s hand pings. “We’ll see, I guess?” Cub says, recognizing the sound of a player logging on to the server.
“Scar!” Grian shouts. He makes a weird attempt to jump and it takes a second for Cub to realize he’s trying to fly. Before he can say anything, Grian has already noticed his mistake and taken off on foot, running towards the location of Scar’s base. Cub hurries behind him clumsily, weighed down by the wings against his back.
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“So what exactly happened?” Scar asks curiously, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice as he watches Grian pace around the room. Cub had sat down as soon as he could once they made it to Scar’s base, tired from the running. “Cub is a bird and you’re vex? Like you got swapped somehow?”
“Cub is an avian,” Grian grumbles, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “And we don’t know what happened, but whatever it is, I don’t like it.”
“You’re feeling fully normal?” Cub asks Scar, who certainly looks normal. No weird wings, none of his usual visible traits missing. Cub can’t sense him like he usually can through his vex magic, but that seems like a given considering the current situation.
“Yep!” Scar grins and Cub can see the row of sharp vex teeth in his mouth glimmer in the light. Yeah, everything seems normal. “Never been better in my life!”
“Can you hear the vexes?” Grian asks and Cub rolls his eyes.
“Why, of course I can!” Scar replies cheerfully. “I’d be worried if I couldn’t. They’re a little irritated that they can’t reach Cub right now, but it’s probably fine.”
“Probably,” Grian repeats, not nearly as convinced as Scar seems to be. “We need to fix this, I don’t want to end up on the vexes’ bad side because of this or something.”
Cub snorts and Scar bursts into laughter.
“Don’t laugh!” Grian hisses. “Dude, this is what people mean when they say vexes are vicious little creatures, I’m losing my marbles over here and you two are laughing!”
“You’re not going to make an enemy out of the vex because of something like this,” Cub assures, though he feels like his tone probably wasn’t as comforting as needed, considering the glare Grian sends his way.
“Cub is right! It’s very unlikely,” Scar chimes in to add. “It would be really funny though.”
“It would not!” Grian argues exasperatedly, dragging his hands down his face. “This is impossible. How is today the one day when barely anyone is online?”
“Don’t be such a downer! You both should try to get all the fun out of this while it lasts!” Scar says with an excited smile. There’s a glint in his eyes Cub can recognize as the one that never means anything good. Grian looks suspicious of Scar’s suggestion. “Cub, can I eat you? I’ve always wondered if avians taste like chicken-”
“Scar!” Grian screeches, horrified.
“Fine, can me and Grian eat you?” Scar corrects himself.
Grian stares at Scar in horror. “No one is eating anyone!”
Cub shrugs – it wasn’t the wildest thing Scar could have suggested. If he had some clue what had happened and how to fix it, he would probably be taking the opportunity to do some experimenting too. “It’s probably better we don’t die and respawn before we can figure out what went wrong,” he says. “So we don’t mess things up even more.”
“Boring,” Scar laments.
“Wait, you said you’ve been wondering what avians taste like?” Grian stares at Scar. “Have you been wanting to eat me ?”
“Well, not necessarily you,” Scar says thoughtfully. “I don’t think you would agree so it would be kinda pointless.”
“And Cub would?” he questions further.
“Usually!” Scar says happily at the same time as Cub replies, “Yes.”
The expression on Grian’s face twists from suspicious disbelief back to looking absolutely horrified as his gaze flicks between Scar and Cub like the two weren’t known cannibals due to their vex nature. Grian hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, but with how things seemed to be going, he should probably start getting used to the thought.
“We really need to fix this,” he says, looking a little pale. Scar chuckles and Grian glares at him.
“Yeah,” Cub agrees, again trying to reach for the colorful wings on his back to ease his discomfort. “I need to get these itchy wings off my back.”
“I told you that you can preen them if they feel uncomfortable,” Grian points out, taking a step towards Cub. Scar watches them curiously, tilting his head a little. It’s a habit he has that Cub is certain he subconsciously copied from Jellie.
“You do realize that I don’t usually have feathers and barely know what that means, right?”
“Well, you could have said that!” Grian exclaims, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “You can ask for help, y’know? I’ll help you sort them out.”
Cub moves back a little, noticing the wings folding even closer to his back as he shies away when Grian tries to approach him. “I don’t want you touching me,” he says, and Grian stops to stare at him.
“So you’d rather suffer with uncomfortable wings,” he phrases his question as a statement. Cub nods and Grian rolls his eyes.
“I can help!” Scar offers, perking up a little.
“It’s true,” Grian confirms. “He knows how to preen. Kinda.”
Cub blinks – he was not aware of Scar having such skill. “Really?” Scar nods enthusiastically, always eager to help. “Okay, sure, you can help. It’s just this one spot I can’t reach that’s bothering me.”
Scar stands up and makes his way behind Cub and the chair he’s sitting on with a few swift steps, seeming to easily find the feathers that had been bothering Cub. It’s a weird feeling as Scar touches the feathers, the discomfort becoming more obvious before disappearing as he seems to rearrange the feathers.
“Why does Scar get to do that but I don’t?” Grian asks, sounding more curious than offended. Cub suspects he wasn’t all that excited to help out of the kindness of his heart, but rather feeling obliged to do so considering Cub did have his wings.
“Vex privilege,” Scar hums easily as he straightens out a few more feathers and Cub feels the bad feeling slowly disappear and some tension he hadn’t even noticed melt away from his body.
“I’m a vex now though,” Grian remarks.
“You don’t count,” Scar says cheerfully, stepping away once he deems he’s fixed the feathers. “Doesn’t work like that. You gotta sell your soul to the vex first and then you get the vex privilege.”
Cub chuckles at Scar’s explanation that isn’t really all that far-fetched despite being told like a joke. Grian doesn’t seem particularly amused by it, nor does he seem to have taken it too seriously, which is ideal considering Cub doesn’t feel like explaining the details of the vex bond between him and Scar to anyone today if he doesn’t have to.
“That hardly sounds worth it,” Grian retorts, crossing his arms.
“It’s not too bad, it’s not too bad,” Cub shrugs.
“You guys have to eat people.”
“Like Cub said, it’s not too bad!” Scar adds cheerfully. “If you’re that disturbed by it, we better get this solved before you get hungry or we’ll have to eat Cub!”
“I’m not eating anyone!” Grian argues.
“Correction, we better get this solved before you get hungry or I’m going to have to force-feed you Cub before you go insane and cause irreparable damage to yourself and others.”
Grian gawks at Scar and this time Cub has to admit that was a pretty wild thing to say, even if Scar wasn’t exactly wrong. Vexes did not like being hungry. The horrified silence that had fallen is broken by a ping from Grian’s communicator.
“Xisuma is back!”
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“Oh my goodness.” Xisuma looks rather caught off guard as he stares at Cub and Grian before him, confusion visible even through his helmet that hides most of his face. “You two certainly look… a little wrong.”
“Isn’t that a little rude?” Scar comments from the side. “I don’t think they look that bad.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” X sighs and Cub sees Scar’s trademark little smirk appear on his face as he tries to act all innocent. “What happened? Is it just you two? Scar seems fine.”
Scar smiles proudly and Grian rolls his eyes.
“Just me and Grian, so far at least,” Cub explains. “I just logged on after testing some redstone stuff in a private world and suddenly things just kinda were like this. We might have logged on at the same time or something.”
“I see… Something must have gone wrong during the materialization process. Code problems happen but I haven’t seen them like this,” the admin mumbles mostly himself. “And you’ve both been feeling alright? No sickness or glitching?”
Cub shakes his head.
“I’m starting to grow a little sick of Scar but nothing aside from that,” Grian snickers.
“Hey!” Scar exclaims, pretending to be offended.
“You threatened to force-feed Cub to me!”
Xisuma looks a little helpless as he looks between the two in confusion, eyes occasionally flicking to Cub who is mostly just enjoying the show, already more than used to Scar and Grian’s shenanigans. He shrugs and Xisuma sighs. “Alright, alright, let’s calm down now,” he says, pulling up the admin panel in his communicator. “I’ll see if I can find something in your code.”
Scar and Grian stop, freezing into an odd position that looks like Grian is trying to tackle Scar to the ground, and Scar is trying to bite Grian’s arm, before standing up straight as if nothing happened. Cub gives them an unimpressed look.
The three of them not-so-subtly inch closer to their admin to see what he's doing on his communicator as he scrolls through the lines of code none of them aside from him are familiar with. Grian yelps a little when Cub accidentally hits him with the wings, still not used to needing more space than usual.
“I’m looking at the arrival logs,” Xisuma says thoughtfully. “Cub is right, it seems you both joined at the exact same time, down to milliseconds. The server must have gotten confused trying to materialize both of you at the same time.”
“And?” Grian inquires impatiently. “Can you fix it?”
“I can correct the species you’re both assigned right now to your actual species and then hopefully a relog should do the rest.” The three of them watch Xisuma type something in the admin panel. “Alright, there we go. That should do it, hopefully.”
Grian looks a bit suspicious but nods. It’s not like they really have other options, Cub supposes. At least if something goes wrong again, Xisuma is here to help them right away this time.
“Should we just relog then?” Cub asks, quite frankly rather excited to have his own traits back.
“Yes, I think that should fix things,” Xisuma replies, looking at Cub and then Grian. “As long as you don’t log back in on the same exact second again,” he adds, amused.
“Good luck!” Scar chimes.
Grian and Cub share a look before nodding in unison. Cub watches Grian dematerialize next to him before disconnecting from the server as well.
He waits a moment before logging back on to make sure Grian has a chance to log on first.
Cub instantly feels more comfortable as the familiar world appears before his eyes. He blinks a few times, his gaze focusing on his friends standing where they had been when he left – his eyes are automatically drawn to the large and colorful wings behind Grian and a relieved sigh leaves him.
“It worked!” Grian cheers, his wings opening behind him as he does something that looks like a big stretch. Now that he knows what the wings feel like, Cub can imagine how nice that must feel. Grian flaps them a few times, gathering air under them before jumping into the air. “Oh man, how I missed flying!”
There are happy little high-pitched giggles in Cub’s head, joyous and gleeful. He smiles a little – everything feels normal again. His teeth and nails are sharp, he can tell his wings are there even if he can’t see them. He can feel his connection to Scar, and from the man’s grin, Cub can tell he can feel Cub again too.
“That was pretty wild, that was pretty wild,” Cub laughs. It feels good to be fully himself again. “Thanks, Xisuma.”
“No problem,” the admin replies as he watches Grian soar through the air. Cub can hear his smile even if he can’t see it. “I’m glad it was a simple fix, though I’ll have to look into the server code to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Cub hums in agreement.
“Grian!” Scar shouts, trying to get the avian’s attention. His hat nearly falls off his head as Grian flies past him. “Now that you’re a bird again, how do you feel about the whole eating thing?”
“Scar! ” Grian screams in horror. Cub and Xisuma laugh.
Everything’s back to normal.
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Cub glances into the mirror to his left. “I look old,” he comments, the shaving cream making it look like he has a proper white beard.
“Shush, you look handsome!” Scar laughs as he picks up a fresh razor.
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A quick little fic where Scar helps Cub clean up a bit after he starts growing facial hair on T :D
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i haven't really had time or energy to write recently and any little crumbs of motivation i had left were brutally destroyed by very discouraging reactions i've received to my writing, but i have posted a few little things. these are on anon for now as i didn't feel very confident but i might change that later :)
burn you up - rated mature for sexual themes
otherside - rated gen, has major character death
this feeling - rated mature for mild sexual content, trans cub, read the tags
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Scar was a little clumsy but a very charming guy, and Cub would really like to get to know him better. However, he had no idea how to approach someone when the main thing connecting them was a shared interest towards a superhero.
To make it even worse, Cub, despite not wanting to call it that, had an undeniable crush on Hotguy too.
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In which Cub has a crush on Scar and Hotguy, and Hotguy loses his bow.
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had some thoughts about tcd scar thinking beds are difficult to craft and very valuable (set in kingdomcraft)
Scar instantly regretted not accepting the clothes he had been offered earlier as he stared at the bed in the corner of the room.
He hadn’t had a bed before, they were too difficult to craft, instead settling for piling up blankets and rags to keep him off the cool hard ground. It wasn’t much, but it had stopped the worst coldness from seeping into his bones.
The bed looked comfortable, almost too comfortable. Comfort was a foreign feeling, easily making him overwhelmed, Scar had learned recently. It was embarrassing, to have such strong reactions to things that seemed so mundane to others. He didn’t want to stand out any more than he already did.
The worst part was that the bed was also white. Not a single stain on the sheets, neatly made, very inviting. Scar was still wearing his old dirty gear, not yet willing to give up the sense of familiarity and comfort his own clothes brought him. He had been offered new clothes, clean and more suitable for the weather, told he could have his old ones back after washing, but the mere thought made him feel way too vulnerable.
Now he wished he had taken up that deal, because the thought of getting the bed dirty made him feel even worse.
Beds were hard to make, requiring many resources he hadn’t had access to, yet he had been offered one like it was nothing. He had wanted to protest, to say that he didn’t deserve it, when Iskall had shown him the room, but he had been told he shouldn’t say things like that and he didn’t want to upset anyone.
Technically he could sleep on the floor instead, despite not having his blankets, it wouldn’t be cold like the stone floor of his old base had been, but he didn’t want to seem ungrateful if someone happened to notice him. He was so grateful for everything, everyone. It was all so wonderful it almost made him physically hurt.
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something something post tcd scar getting sick (cw for drug mentions)
"Do you have something I could take for the pain?" Scar asked, a violent shiver running through his body, accompanied by a wave of dizziness. It had been a while since he had been this sick. He felt like he was switching from feeling boiling hot to too cold faster than he could form coherent trains of thought.
He barely remembers the days spent curled under thin and dirty blankets, shivering in a corner surrounded by cold stone and the neverending groans of zombies roaming the barren lands. Freezing air making his sweaty skin sting as a fever worked through his body, leaving him too exhausted and delirious to think and unable to even lift a finger. It all felt so distant yet so haunting.
Cub looked up from the chest he had been digging through, trying to find items that would help make Scar more comfortable. It was nice of him, something Scar still wasn't quite used to. It was odd, being cared for. "Like painkillers? Probably, let me look."
Had he not been tightly tucked into bed, all his limbs aching too much to be moved anyway, Scar would've pinched the bridge of his nose. Right.
"Painkillers don't really work on me anymore," Scar whined, feeling the moisture from the cold wet cloth on his forehead form into droplets that ran down the sides of his head into his neck. "Don't you have anything stronger?"
"Are you asking if I have drugs?" Cub chuckled as he went through the items in the chest, speaking in a lighthearted joking tone that made shame twist painfully inside Scar.
"Maybe?" he tried carefully with a sheepish smile he hoped didn't betray how desperate he was feeling. He was hurting and he was familiar with relief.
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for writing requests, how about a little bit of convex chatting over boba (or some other simple cafe-style snack/drink), would be cute i think :>
“Cub.”
Scar was staring at him from the other side of the small table they were sitting at, squinting with determined eyes. He was slowly pushing a tall drink towards Cub, inch by inch sliding it across the table.
“No,” Cub said, carefully pushing it back to Scar, making sure it wouldn’t tip over and create a mess. “Absolutely not.”
With a theatrical sigh Scar slumped back in his chair, acting like he had lost a bigger battle than this. Defeat was written all over his face as he placed his hands over his heart, dramatically whining. “Oh, c’mon! You have to try it.”
“You know I don’t like tea,” Cub pointed out. It was difficult to keep a smile off his face while watching Scar act all hurt and disappointed. All because Cub refused to try the weird drink he had chosen.
“It doesn’t even taste like normal tea!” Scar argued. “It’s sweet and milky and there’s boba pearls!”
“None of those points make it sound more appealing. It looks slimy and weird.”
“Cub, you’re ruining our date! We can’t have a cute cafe date if you’re just drinking water!”
“Ice water,” Cub corrected, picking up his own cup and taking a sip. He hoped the cup hid the smile that formed on his lips as he watched Scar’s expression. Cub fixed his own expression back into a neutral one before putting the cup down. “Also the last time I checked you were the one making a scene.”
Scar glanced around, quickly turning back to Cub with a red face once he noticed the curious looks towards them from other people in the cafe. He groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Fine, you win this time,” he mumbled into his palms. “You win.”
#hermitshipping#convex#cubscar#jules hc txt#not a huge fan of how this turned out but its something :)
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“You,” Bdubs started as he shoved one of the champagne glasses into Cub’s hands. “Look stupid.”
Cub’s face twisted into a grimace, but he took the glass and Bdubs could visibly see some of the tension melt away from his rigid frame. “What? I was enjoying myself.”
“Yeah, sure,” Bdubs rolled his eyes and Cub looked genuinely offended. “Whatever, I don’t care. You still looked stupid and you’re not here to make Scar and me look stupid as well.”
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some bdubs and cub for an au @convex-solos and i have been thinking about :D
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“I look at you and I get inspired,” Scar replied.
Cub didn’t chuckle, but he wanted to. It didn’t make sense - Scar was an architect. He planned in endless shapes of metal and concrete and whatever materials he liked to use that Cub didn’t know about, not in weirdly romantic and intimate gestures.
“Is that true, or are you just trying to justify being up so late?”
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A little thing about inspiration and intimacy
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Hello! Saw your post about writing request, so how about something a bit more fluffy, with Cub and Scar visiting an aquarium? Could go horribly wrong, could be mysterious, could be making fun of each other, could be shippy, could be friendship, idk, I just think they should go visit an aquarium together 👉👈
“Cub, come here!” Scar called excitedly.
Cub looked up from the clownfish he had been watching disappear into bright-colored anemones and appear from the other side. Scar was easy to spot over the small crowd that mostly consisted of children with how unfairly tall he was.
“What’s up?” Cub asked once he made it over to where Scar was standing next to a big fish tank filled with tall plants and coral. He was looking intently into the tank and Cub would see small yellow fish swimming through the leafy plants.
Scar glanced at Cub quickly, taking his hand and gently pulling him to stand closer. “Look,” he said quietly as if the fishes would scare away if he spoke any louder. “That fish right there, oh, it’s coming over here!”
Cub could easily tell which one Scar was talking about. It wasn’t yellow like the other fishes in the tank, instead a mix of light gray and brown with little dark dots all around, and it was bigger than the other fish and weirdly shaped.
“Is that a pufferfish?” Cub asked, watching the fish slowly move.
“It’s a spotted porcupinefish,” Scar replied, eyes still glued to the fish. “It looks so silly. It reminds me of you.”
“What?” Cub turned to look at Scar. “I do not look like that.”
“I didn’t say you did, that was all you!” Scar laughed. His hand was warm around Cub’s, squeezing it slightly tighter as he laughed. “I just said it reminds me of you because it’s silly!”
“Right,” Cub said slowly. He turned to look at the fish again, only for it to be looking right back at him with wide eyes and mouth open. It did look silly. “I don’t like this fish,” he decided.
Scar chuckled again. “Because it’s like you?”
“Because it looks stupid and I don’t associate with that.”
“You don’t-” Scar burst into laughter. Cub blinked, watching the other double over. It took him almost a minute to finally collect himself again. “You’re just proving my point by being more silly,” he managed to say with a wide smile on his lips.
“That’s enough. Let’s go look at something else,” Cub decided, starting to walk away from the fish tank and pulling Scar along with him. His face felt warm and he could only hope the dim lighting would hide the redness that was surely visible on his face. “I think the jellyfish are around the corner.”
“The jellyfish? Do you relate to those more?” Scar teased. “They don’t have brains, y’know.”
“Keep teasing me and I’m gonna disappear into the crowd again,” Cub threatened. “And this time it’ll be on purpose.”
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thinking about the desert duo/scarian dynamic where grian is confident he has scar wrapped around his finger but at some point it turns out scar has been pulling the strings the whole time, taking advantage of grian's confidence
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hi, i have a silly promt - 5 times Scar tries to flirt with Cub + 1 where Cub flirts back
couldn't quite scrape together enough ideas so have this... 3+1? i suppose? that i wrote on my phone while avoiding getting out of bed :D
1.
How had Scar managed to convince Cub to buy his very damp and rather miserable looking basement, he had no idea. Sure, Scar was a great salesman and Cub wasn't exactly known for having normal bases, but this still seemed like a rather unconventional deal.
It did, however, present some very good opportunities.
"I know it's a little… wet around the edges," Scar smiled innocently like there wasn't water dripping from the ceiling. "If it ever bothers you, you can join me upstairs."
"I'll manage," Cub hummed as he looked around, probably already calculating what he could fit here. "I managed alright in Ren's basement and this is definitely an upgrade, so it'll probably be just fine."
Not exactly the answer Scar had been looking for.
"If it gets cold at night, feel free to join me! Elven beds have plenty of space and it's very warm." Risky, but hopefully clear enough.
Cub blinked but didn't seem bothered. "Eh, don't worry about me, I'll figure out how to keep the cold out in no time. Wouldn't want to bother you."
It took all of Scar's self control to not audibly groan out of frustration. Cub was supposed to be a smart man, how oblivious could he be?
2.
This was hopeless, Scar thought as he took another bite of the wicked pumpkin pie he had sworn to avoid at all costs.
"It's not too bad," he commented, watching Cub's waiting expression brighten. It wasn't bad, per se, but Scar as a competitor automatically had beef with it.
He was still confident his cookies were much better, but this was not the time to bring that up.
"It's good, right?" Cub asked, cutting another piece of the pie for himself. He seemed excited to finally have the opportunity to get Scar's very professional opinion on this, curiously studying his reactions.
"It is," Scar admitted, hoping no one else would ever hear about this. The things he had to do to get the attention of his crush! "We should have a picnic one day, you bring pie and I bring cookies."
It was a good excuse, wanting to try the pies Cub so insistently praised again, to be able to spend more time with him.
"Oh yeah, that's a good idea," Cub agreed with a nod. "We should ask others to come too, I'm sure they have their own sweets they could bring."
Scar wanted to slap himself internally. How much more obvious would he have to get with this?
3.
Scar's Hotguy duties gave him a good excuse to go and find people every now and then, and Cub just happened to be his main target most of the time.
"You're like an evil Cupid," Cub commented as an arrow hit the ground next to him before Scar almost crash landed at the same spot, too busy staring to properly slow down.
He had spotted Cub digging through some chests around the shopping district and naturally couldn't resist the urge to go talk to him.
"Me? Evil? Nooo, never!" Scar grinned, standing up straight. He was feeling a bit reckless today. "I'll show you, I will shoot you and then you'll fall in love with me!"
Was that too straightforward? Surely not, Cub had been the one to start this joke after all, he couldn't blame Scar for getting a bit carried away.
Cub laughed, looking up from the chest. "I don't think that's quite how it works."
"I said I'll show you!" Scar took out his rockets to take off again.
"No thanks," Cub said nonchalantly as he took more things out of the chest. "I've almost just finished organizing my inventory, I'd hate for all the work to go to waste if you kill me."
At this point Scar couldn't tell where the bit ended and actual conversation began. Cub didn't seem bothered by the nature of his joke, not at all, but Scar couldn't tell if he was avoiding playing into it or simply actually valued his inventory management.
Scar was supposed to be good at this kind of stuff, how could it be this difficult with Cub?
+1
"Hey Scar," Cub called his name, interrupting Scar's probably not very well hidden staring session. "Do you have time to play a few rounds of Total Chaos?"
Scar thought about it - on one hand, it was Cub asking, and Scar would do almost anything if it was him asking. On the other hand, he was tired and while he'd love to spend some time with Cub, Total Chaos tended to get rather… chaotic with all the other people.
"I don't know," Scar replied. "I'm kinda tired."
"Oh, that's okay." Cub sounded almost sad, like he had been looking forward to this. "I just need to make some adjustments and wondered if you would help, it's nothing very big. It would be just the two of us."
Scar blinked, looking at the other. Cub seemed rather awkward, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting his weight from one leg to another like he didn't quite know what he was supposed to do. He seemed unsure, which despite how much he tended to worry about things, wasn't that common - usually Cub carried himself with confidence. He wasn't like this when he usually asked for help.
There was no way Scar was reading this wrong.
"Are you asking me out?"
Cub froze for a moment and Scar could see his face turn red. "Maybe? If you'd like to?"
"Of course I'd like to," Scar smiled, walking up to Cub to take his hands in his own, hoping to ease his nerves. "I've been nearly losing my mind, you have no idea."
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since i have completely forgotten to post about my recent fics here, here we go
welcome home - cub/scar - moving in together
unexpected visitor - cub/scar - modern au first meeting with jellie being the matchmaker
no easy way - cub & scar, cub & grian - third part of the crime au
bad habits - cub & scar - scar doubting himself during s8
rest day - cub/scar, scar & grian - shapeshifter cub, scar spends his day with bunny cub
surrender - cub/scar - post last life smp hurt/comfort
differences - cub & scar - autistic cub, sensory processing issues
worth the wait - cub/scar - 5+1 things, waiting to confess
precious - cub/scar - trans cub, coming out, comfort no hurt
#hermitshipping#cubscar#convex#goodtimeswithscar#cubfan135#jules hc txt#thats more than i thought oh my
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lots of tcd on the dash lately so here's one of my fics from a while ago :) can also be read here on ao3
1.3k words, no major warnings (more specific tags on ao3)
nothing's broken
The first thing Scar noticed when he came back to his senses was how hot it was. He felt sweaty, his clothes sticking to his skin, making him feel overwhelmed and gross. It wasn’t the kind of cold sweat he would sometimes wake up covered in after a bad dream either, he genuinely felt warm. He wasn’t supposed to feel warm, it felt wrong.
The second thing he noticed was that he wasn’t breathing.
He quickly stood up, not having even noticed he had been on the ground, gasping for air like he had been held underwater against his will and had finally been allowed to breathe, like his life depended on it. His vision was swimming and he almost tumbled over as he lost control of his body for a second when a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him.
It took a while for him to collect himself again. Keeping his balance required more effort than it felt like it should and even though it seemed to be evening, everything was so bright it made his eyes water and hurt. There was no snow in sight, everything was green.
He seemed to be in the middle of some kind of a field. There was a path running through it and he could see trees and houses in the distance. Not the abandoned crumbling buildings riddled with zombies and littered with trash he was used to seeing, but actual houses. Being out in the open made him feel vulnerable and the need to hide and find shelter was taking over any coherent thoughts in his head.
Scar tried to piece together his thoughts, desperate to figure out where he was and how he ended up here. His whole body ached and he briefly remembered leaving his base for what he was sure would be the last time-
“Hello?”
It took all of Scar’s self-control to not scream. He almost fell again as he turned around too quickly for his weak legs to keep up with to face the source of the sudden sound. His head was still spinning and a shiver ran down his spine when he was faced with two people.
They both looked human, though that didn’t mean they couldn’t be enemies. He had been tricked before and he wouldn’t fall for that again. He had learnt very early on to not trust anything.
One of the strangers was taller, they had brown hair and some kind of a mechanical green eyepiece Scar had never seen before, while the other was shorter and older, wearing a lab coat. Both of them were looking at him, confusion and something akin to worry visible on their faces.
They both looked healthy, not scrawny and skinny like Scar knew he must look. Their clothes were clean and there weren’t any visible injuries on them. How were they this well off in the literal apocalypse?
Suddenly Scar was painfully aware that he must look exactly like he was feeling: like a small animal in headlights, about to face his fate, once again. He briefly wondered what god he had upset to deserve this.
His brain was screaming at him to do something and he felt like ripping his hair out trying to weigh his options. He could flee and hopefully outrun the strangers, but where would he go? The number of houses he could see indicated there must be more people around here and he didn’t want to run into anyone else. What if he ran and the strangers caught up to him? What if they deemed him dangerous and killed him immediately? Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. The mere thought of running made him want to collapse and never get up again.
The taller person suddenly took a few steps forward and Scar immediately scrambled back with a shout that came out more like a squeak, only making him feel even smaller and more fragile. The other man grabbed the taller person’s arm and gently pulled them back, away from Scar.
“Give him space, Iskall, he’s clearly distraught,” the man said, still keeping a sharp eye on Scar. Saying he was distraught was definitely an understatement but he could still appreciate the man’s concern, to some extent. If he didn’t feel so cornered he might have laughed at the irony.
“Sorry, sorry! Cub, you’re right,” the person, Iskall apparently, apologized quickly. These people didn’t seem like a threat, they were both in casual clothes and Scar couldn’t see any weapons on them. He still felt way too warm in his own gear, but he would deal with the suffocating feeling any day for the sense of security his equipment brought him.
Scar eyed them carefully. A part of him still wanted to run away and hide, have himself as his only company like he had for god knows how long and make sure he would never see these people again. Yet another part of him longed for human contact, longed for touch, and he was tempted to let the exhaustion win and fall into their arms.
His body froze and his brain went blank when a familiar noise brought him back from his thoughts. He hadn’t realized how dark it had gotten and now there were monsters nearby and he could hear zombies groaning and maybe it had all been a trick to trap him here to finally die for good-
He tried to reach for his rifle, only to find nothing to grab onto on his back. His gun wasn’t there, his backpack was missing as well. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, panic clouding his mind. Pressing his body to the ground and shielding his head with his hands he curled up, knowing the zombies would tear through his gear effortlessly when he couldn’t defend himself. It was only a matter of time before their teeth would sink into his flesh and rip him apart.
It was taking longer than he expected. Nothing had hurt him yet, nothing had even touched him. He heard clashes through the sound of his own rapid heartbeat and blood rushing in his ears, like someone was fighting. Something fell to the ground next to him with a loud thump. He squeezed his eyes closed.
Maybe this was just a dream. Maybe the lack of sleep was making him hallucinate. He hadn’t seen other people in ages, why would he suddenly run into others? He didn’t even know how long he had been wandering the barren wastelands for, but there was never anything there. So why now? Nothing made sense.
“Hey, it’s alright, it was just some zombies. They’re gone now,” came the older man’s, Cub’s, voice. Scar couldn’t hear the groans anymore and somehow the man’s tone was calming him down. He slowly uncurled himself, sitting down on the ground, still trembling. He pulled his scarf up, covering the lower half of his face. He had already shown enough signs of weakness.
Iskall and Cub were both crouching down in front of him, the corpses of the zombies behind them on the ground. Both of the strangers had swords in their hands. They did have weapons, after all. Scar should have guessed that. Maybe they would let him be if he played along with whatever their thing was.
Scar wanted to protest that it wasn't just some zombies. They were bloodthirsty and violent creatures that could and would take anyone’s life if their defenses slipped and they had a moment of weakness. He couldn’t wrap his head around why these people were so calm about this. Who were they and how could they afford to be this careless? It was still dark and if more monsters appeared they could all die.
Iskall tried to reach out to him but quickly pulled their hand back when Scar violently flinched. He didn’t have the energy to try to get away from them anymore.
“Where am I?” Scar croaked out. His throat burned and his voice was weak.
“This is Kingdomcraft. I don’t know what happened to you, but you’re welcome to stay.”
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