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wren-kitchens · 3 months

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i feel like more with you

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“it’s not just kind, my dear, it’s true.” pixl says deliberately, and scott is blushing even more and honestly, it’s kind of gorgeous. wow, he should have been doing this from the start. scott frowns at him, and- really, it’s basically a pout, which, by all rights, shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. “you’re being unfair.” he says. “i’m being unfair?” pix grins, and scott huffs, laying back down. “how’s that?”

woe, fluffy weather husbands upon ye i blame juno for getting me into them (/silly)

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“I don’t know how you do it.” scott says from where he’s laying on his llama—mia, pix thinks it was called.

they’ve been walking for a little while, and pix has to admit, he’s found it a little more difficult to focus on the landscape whilst scott is here than it probably should be. he’s not massively surprised, in all honesty. after all, most of their interactions seem to consist primarily of scott flirting with him relentlessly—and scott is definitely not lacking in that department.

“how I do what?” pix smiles, already knowing what’s coming. it’s flattering, okay? he’s allowed to indulge in the ‘what ifs’ if he so pleases.

scott gives a brief, vague gesture at pix, as if exasperated that he doesn’t already know. “you just walk around like that all the time, and then i’m expected to act as normal?” he scoffs. “it’s ridiculous.”

“you’re too kind.” pix says, mock-gracious even though he kind of means it. pix just had to go and tempt fate by pretending to ignore scott’s offhand flirting and now here he is. it’s fairly ironic, isn’t it?

“I still can’t believe you invited me on this walk,” scott smirks a little, but there’s a note of genuine honesty to it that makes pixl do a mental double take. “as if i’d be able to focus on the view.”

pix huffs a laugh. “I found myself thinking the same thing.” he admits, and all of a sudden, scott freezes.

in fact, scott doesn’t just freeze—he almost falls off his llama, and would have if he hadn’t been able to scramble upwards to grab the reins in time. pix watches with a dawning realisation as scott clears his throat, a pink blush beginning to dust his cheeks. no, does he- no way did pix just make scott blush.

“that- that is kind of you.” scott says, avoiding pix’s gaze.

“it’s not just kind, my dear, it’s true.” pixl says deliberately, and scott is blushing even more and honestly, it’s kind of gorgeous. wow, he should have been doing this from the start.

scott frowns at him, and- really, it’s basically a pout, which, by all rights, shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. “you’re being unfair.” he says.

“i’m being unfair?” pix grins, and scott huffs, laying back down. “how’s that?”

“because you have somehow managed to come away entirely unbothered when- oh, I don’t know, when jimmy would have been reduced to a pile of mush by now.” scott says grumpily, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. “that is unfair.”

pix raises an eyebrow, watching as scott follows the action. “you know what I find unfair?” scott nods for him to continue, and pix can’t suppress his smile when he says, “whilst I thought I was foiling your plans, you instead have made me go and fall for you.”

it’s so interesting, how scott has stopped hiding his emotions when pix is around—and so wonderful right now, because pixl can see the exact moment the words process in scott’s mind. “you- no, you’re- you’re having me on.” scott is clearly scrutinising every part of pix’s expression for any sign of deception. “you don’t.” he says, but there’s less confidence and a lot more hope.

“I do.” pix says, grinning at scott’s dumbfounded expression. “you know, I thought you were smarter than this. there are consequences that come from flirting endlessly with someone.”

“believe me, I know that much.” scott says, an almost disbelieving smile playing on his lips. he pulls on mia’s reins, and she comes to a slow stop as scott slips off her back with far more grace than pix thought anyone could manage. “can I ask you something?”

“fire away.” pixl says, a kind of warmth in his chest as he notes the fondness in scott’s eyes.

scott tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, and pix isn’t entirely sure the action was intentional. it’s cute, regardless. “may I kiss you?”

in an instant, it’s as if all the breath has been whisked from pixl’s lungs; all he can do is stare. oh- okay, he did not expect this at all. at best, he assumed scott would tease him about it, and at worst it’d be an uncomfortable walk back, but never this- never did pix think even for a moment that scott might feel the same.

scott is laughing in delight, and pixl registers dimly that he’s finally managed to fluster him. who knew? all scott had to do was mean it.

“are you alright, sweetheart?” scott grins, voice soft, and pix could get used to a lifetime of that pretty soon. “you seem a little surprised.”

“you-“ pix can’t seem to get his words in order. it’s kind of embarrassing actually—no wonder jimmy is so frustrated all the time. “i’m- you like me? like- really?”

“well, I don’t know if you noticed, but you are utterly gorgeous, and you have the most amazing personality.” scott smiles, and pix is blushing, and he might have to change his name and move to the ocean empire. yes, the sunken one. “and, oh, you should see the look on your face when you’re talking about a new artefact you found, or how you completely light up when I ask about the origins of mazelea.”

scott slips his hand into pixl’s, and- void, he looks so incredibly honest. “I will say, I didn’t expect the challenge I set for myself to end up with me falling for you so thoroughly.” he gives a huff of a laugh. “I should have expected it though. i mean, look at you.”

“oh void.” pix steps forward and buries his face in scott’s shoulder, trying to pretend he doesn’t love the way scott laughs at him. “go bother jimmy, why don’t you?”

“you’re prettier.” scott teases. “besides, I haven’t gotten an answer to my question yet.”

it takes pix a lot longer than it probably ought to for him to remember what the question even was in the first place. “what was- oh.” he faces a very pleased looking scott, and- void, pix can’t believe this is how today has turned out. “you- yes. you can.”

scott smiles, and pix feels his own mouth twitch into a shy grin as scott slides his free hand against pixl’s waist, leaning in. “good, because i’ve been imagining this for far too long now.”

pix doesn’t even have time to process that sentence before the gap between them is closed, and he is kissing scott. and- okay, you can’t really.. not hear about the rumours surrounding scott and his kissing abilities, but all of pix heard seemed at least partially exaggerated. after all, there’s no way he could be that good, right?

well- wrong, in fact. scott kisses him sweetly and softly, and pix finds himself melting into it entirely. scott cups his face, rubbing a gentle thumb against his cheek, and pix is leaning into him before he even registers the action. it’s as if scott has been somehow studying pix and calculated the exact way to kiss him in order to get him to cease functioning without even lifting a finger. it’s all pix can do to kiss back, rather than melt into a pile of very happy archaeologist mush.

when they part for breath, scott is smiling that ridiculously beautiful smile, and when they begin to kiss again, it’s pixl who leans in first.

you know what? pix thinks he’s gonna go on walks with scott a lot more often from now on.

#what is it with me and being able to write recently omg #3 oneshots in one week who am I #weather husbands #pixlriffs #scott smajor #empires s2 #empiresshipping #wren writes #empires scott #empires pixlriffs #tags are hard-

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problemcore · 1 year

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#mcyt #esmp #empires smp #pixlriffs #smajor1995 #weather husbands #credit to may she sent the original tweet with the caption 'pixl and scott' and i instantly knew i wanted to draw it #i have no idea how to draw pix so i didnt even try <3 thats more of may's specialty #i like colorful gay men #ok GOD BLESS the pixel brushes in krita. i can color sooooooooo easily now #i want you guys to know i have not watched a single empires episode since like. the hermitcraft crossover.#ive been too busy :( ... watching dimension 20 LOL #but yea i got no clue whats happening over there now #ok ramble over. thank u for reading :) buh byee!!1 #dnoodles

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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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You seem to be having quite a fun time with writing fae Scott, I think his good buddy Pixl should have tea with him and introduce him to one of his horrific redstone monstrosities

Cold Tea

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So, he cradles his cup of tea that is slowly going cold, and takes another sip from it, enjoying the peace while it lasts.

There's a small crash outside his door a moment later, and he spares himself a moment to curse his own thoughts for summoning whatever disaster has just taken place outside of his door.

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(1,452 words)

The small room he sits in, hardly large enough to be the office that the Guild claims it is, is quiet. It is a peaceful kind of quiet, one that he doesn't often get a chance to experience and enjoy. It is certainly far more enjoyable now, to relax after the lengthy days of stress and mounting anxiety that had become second-nature for him to feel.

So, he cradles his cup of tea that is slowly going cold, and takes another sip from it, enjoying the peace while it lasts.

There's a small crash outside his door a moment later, and he spares himself a moment to curse his own thoughts for summoning whatever disaster has just taken place outside of his door. It can't be Tango, unless he's returned from his trip to Tumble Town exceptionally early. So, to indulge his own curiosity, Pixl stands from his desk and sets his cup down on the edge of it.

Another small rattle comes from the corridor outside his door as he rests his hand on the handle, as though someone has managed to knock over one of the various decorations lining the walls of the hall. Well, there's no time like the present to find out, and with that thought he pulls the door open, peering out into the corridor beyond.

He takes a moment to process what it is, exactly, that he's currently observing, and then another moment on top of that to make sure he doesn't burst out laughing halfway through whatever he decides to say.

"Scott," he greets, smiling down at the fae in question. Scott glares back up at him, mismatched eyes narrowed in irritation. "What seems to have happened here?"

Scott grumbles something he can't quite make out, dropping his head so it rests against the carpeted floor. A dull, muffled sound echoes around them as his head makes contact with the floor.

"Well," he continues. "This certainly reminds me of another time when we were in positions rather similar to this, don't you agree?"

"Shut up." Scott presses his head a little further into the floor, voice muffled as he speaks. "I could have sworn this wasn't here last time."

"I do believe it is a new addition." And probably also something he's going to be blamed for the damage of, if it is at all damaged. Personally, he believes the easily damaged artefacts should be kept in a nice, climate-controlled room where damages like this can be avoided. "Would you like a hand up?"

Scott grumbles a little more, but sticks his hand out towards Pixl anyway, allowing him to grab on and pull him free. He comes away from the encounter rather unscathed, considering how poor the artefact looks in comparison. The metal rattles as he helps Scott pull himself loose from the tangle he'd managed to ensnare himself in.

He frowns at the sorry sight for a moment later, before turning away and hoping he can claim to not hear the disturbance if questioned.

"It's not that I'm unhappy to see you," he guides Scott into his office, shutting the door behind himself with a click. Plausible deniability requires him to not be seen with their most likely suspect. "But I would also like to remind you that we have a really quite nice front door, one that doesn't require you to climb through a window to reach me."

"But where's the fun in that?" Scott asks, already settling in the chair across from his desk. It's the one that the apprentices usually occupy when they're asking for advice on a paper they're attempting to write, or some other normal scholarly activity. Pixl sits back down in his own chair, finding, with some disappointment, that his tea has cooled completely between him getting up and him returning with Scott. He takes a sip anyway.

"There is fun in that because you are not damaging Guild property in the process. Unless you wish to repeat our first meeting again?"

He smiles at Scott over the rim of his cup, watching as he shifts a little in his chair, a small, nervous laugh bubbling up and out of his throat.

"I'm fine." Scott hurries to assure him. "No point in repeating experiences, is there?"

He hums. "Did you need me for something, or are you simply here for a visit?"

"Just visiting." Scott shuffles about in his chair a little more, before simply deciding to swing his legs over the side of the arm of the chair, reclining as though the chair is far more comfortable than it actually is. "Chromia was getting a bit boring, just all the same. You know how it is."

He takes another sip of his tea. It's really not very pleasant, with how cold it is, but he continues sipping at it anyway. "And it's not because you wanted to see me?" He asks. "You know, I'm a little hurt by that."

"Don't be a fool," Scott rolls his eyes, though he smiles when he looks at Pixl. "Seeing you is what I come here for."

"Not the priceless artefacts?" He knows for a fact that several of their artefacts have disappeared around the same time that Scott had paid a visit.

"You're worth far more than some dusty old book." Scott smiles again, eyes squinting as he looks at Pixl, before his eyes drop down to his desk again. He follows Scott's gaze, finding it trained on one of his smaller doodles. It's a brief sketch that he'd put hardly any effort into, but Scott seems entirely captivated by it.

"See something you like?" He asks.

"Only you," Scott teases, though he doesn't look back up from the drawing. He stays silent for a single moment before he's opening his mouth again. "What is that?" He gestures at the doodle.

He pulls the scrap of paper a little closer, attempting to remember where the doodle had come from. "Oh," it clicks in his mind. "I was trying to understand something I saw with the Sheriff. Do you recognise it?"

He pushes it back across his desk, towards Scott, so he can get a better look at the small image. It is not one of his best sketches, certainly not something he would present as part of a paper, but it is enough to get the meaning across.

Scott hums as he looks at it, tilting his head one way then the other, as though the sketch will suddenly pop free of the page and become a three-dimensional structure.

"I haven't seen anything like this before- where did you say you saw it?"

"With the Sheriff. It's deep underground, and certainly not something made by people. Any records found on it called it The Machine, but as far as I was able to tell, it is not a machine in any sense of the word."

"Huh." Scott continues staring at the sketch. "It certainly doesn't look like any machine I've ever seen before."

"It wouldn't." The phantom sound if shrieking fills his ears once more, the sick, slithering sound of the vines of sculk wrapping around each other. "It seemed almost alive, though I'm reluctant to say that it was living."

"Spooky."

"You don't seem to care very much." He responds, raising his eyes to meet Scott's.

"I do!" Scott sits up a little straighter, feet thumping onto the floor as he leans forward, resting his elbow on Pixl's desk. "You have my undivided attention, my dear. Please, tell me your wonderful thoughts and theories on this dreaded Machine."

"You're trying too hard."

"I'm trying hard enough." Scott continues to grin at him. "Come on, tell me what you're thinking, let's see if we can cross-reference this with my own knowledge."

"You said you didn't know what it was."

"And I've said that before and been wrong," Scott rests his chin in the palm of is hand, blinking slowly at him, like a cat. "Prove me wrong, Pix. We both know you love doing that."

"I think you love me doing it more than I do," he chuckles, but he shifts a little closer anyway, pulling the notebook with the few, scattered notes he'd made of The Machine towards himself.

"Oh, certainly." Scott continues to grin at him, only looking towards the notes when Pixl clears his throat.

The theories he has so far, on the origin of The Machine and its purpose, are scattered and fragmented. But he's certain that Scott knows something of use to him…but he can't say that he minds the fae's presence, even if he doesn't have any historical wisdom to impart on him.

His presence is well worth the cold cup of tea.

#juno.writes #this fic has vague links to adaptive nature as well. but they're ignorable #empires smp #empires smp fic #scott smajor #pixlriffs #empires pixl #empires scott #still dont know their ship name! but okay!#empiressmp #empires smp s2 #empires smp season 2 #esmp scott #esmp pixl #weather husbands

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entityredacted · 2 years

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They're gossiping about the Joel vs Jimmy lawsuit

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valoisfulcanellideux · 2 months

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So I'm pondering a short follow-up...

...to Where You Think You're Goin', Baby?

Mainly because I was re-reading it earlier this evening, and I got to the 'mug decision' scene:

Hopping from one foot to the other in the kitchen as he waited for the kettle to boil, Scott perused the mug cupboard and agonised over which one would give off the right vibe. ‘Blow me - I’m hot’ ‘Little Miss Cunty’ ‘10/10 - would bang’ ‘sorry, ran outta milk, had to use jizz’ He sighed. He really needed some friends with slightly more… classy taste in gifts.

And I had such a fun idea for some quips relating to the 'morning after' cup of coffee that Scott offered Pix, and now I'm really tempted to write it xD

And yes, it'd be full-on Weather Husbands shipfic, so if that ain't your thing then that's fine. I don't write shipfic much at all, but those two just kind of clicked for me in that scenario.

(I also could do with a short, light-hearted break from slogging through A Tale of Two Devotions, because that's kinda dark and a bit heavy going in places.)

#pixlriffs #scott smajor #weather husbands #pixlriffs fanfic #scott smajor fanfic

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hollowwish · 1 year

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I think empiresblr has been sleeping on some ships and i think things should be done abt it

#ren posting #pix x oli #weather husbands #sausage x oli #i dont think like most of these have a tag so uh #s2 joey x jimmy #srry all of these overtook my brain late at night #empireshipping #pixlriffs #oli theorionsound #scott smajor #mythical sausage #and by something should be done abt i mean im writing a fic rn as we speak #rarepairs my beloved

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entityspiced · 2 years

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The weather husbands ship is literally just like "What if I was an archeologist and you were a grave robber and there was only one tomb to look through? Haha jk,,,,,, unless?

#weather husbands #empires smp season 2 #esmp s2 #esmp #empires s2 #empiresblr #empires scott #empires pixl #scott smajor #pixlriffs #what if we had a fistfight in the tomb because you're a little shit and i hate you but you're kinda cute tbh and you kicking my ass is hot

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1-800-crystalball · 2 years

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I need people to reply/reblog this saying which they prefer, it’s for a writing thing

Flower Husbands

Scwhip

Scosage

Weather Husbands

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simple-seranade · 1 year

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If Fate Holds Our Future, Then We’ll Just Rob Destiny

I had the wonderful pleasure of writing a fic for the SMP Shipper Big Bang event!!! ( @smp-shippers-bangevents )

I worked with the lovely @shadow-rhelm , who provided the art you’ll see in this fic! I’ve been working on it for months now and I’m so hyped to finally post it! The prompt was Soulmates and I had a blast!

Featuring Thief Scott, Historian Pixlriffs, and the very confused ghost of the ancient Mezalean king Joel! Road trips and grand larceny, what’s not to love? Also some Team Rancher because I am So Normal about them!

Rated: T

Pairings: Weather Husbands (Scott/Pixlriffs), Team Rancher (Jimmy/Tango), Joel/Lizzie

Word Count: 29.8k words

Status: Complete!

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overanalysingfandoms · 1 year

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Help, I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Scott/Pix and I can't climb out

#flower husbands is still my no1 for Scott but I think this is my new favourite Pix ship #which is saying something because I normally headcannon him as fully aroace #so now I think he's sex indifferent ace and demi-romantic #anyway I love these two #the pining #the softness #the potential #especially empires season 1 #jkenfnsksnfkskdjd #weather husbands #pixlriffs #scott smajor #pix

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crazy-pe3p · 2 years

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so.

its just these two doing things, nothing to see here ( pix just wanted to trade some froglights, definitely not a heartbroken historian™ after this)

[ based off of three birds I saw a few days ago - ref under the cut ]

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siriannatan · 1 year

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Something, something vampire Chromia Scott ft. Weather Husbands

I had a request on AO3 for a vampire Scott fic so... I did this?

AO3

Scott was not having a good morning. And unlike most days it had nothing to do with other empires, his magical eye hurting for no reason or his duties as Chromia's ruler and main trade representative. No, his problem had to do with a sizeable secret he so far managed to keep from others. Not that all the new settlements were here that long. He himself barely had like three buildings done, including his own house and a barn - not the llama pens - and a storage building since nowhere else had room for the abundant building materials he needed.

His problem was to do with him being a vampire.

And I know what you're thinking. This colourful clown is a vampire, no way. Well, yes way. And it wasn't like Scott planned to be one or was overjoyed about it. It was an accident and all the blood he needed really clashed with his style. And don't get him started on the whole sun thing. Well, at least that one could be solved with a rather simple potion and blood cravings with some animal blood - as gross as that was...

What exactly was his problem? Well, with how busy he was he forgot to eat and refill his sun protection stash. And he noticed that after waking up when the sun was u and ready to kill him the moment he left his house. He could hold until the sun has set. It'd just be very messy. And damn painful too but he'd be fine. As long as no one decided they needed dyes and came looking for him.

There was one little thing he forgot - the local archaeologist and his complete lack of time awareness or schedule and how forgetful he was about anything that's not at least a hundred years old. Like announcing he was intending to visit someone to archive their progress so far. Oh. And he knew Scott from before the whole settlement thing and even the vampire thing. At least he was pretty to look at.

And, as Scott's lately terrible luck would have it, Pix chose today of all days to show up with his fancy notebook and quill to take his little neat notes. How disgustingly adorable...

"Scott?! You home?!" Pix called out from outside and Scott could not help a little whimper that escaped him. Why today... "I was in the area and thought I could archive Chromia's progress!?" the archaeologist kept calling out. He likely assumed Scott was just ignoring him like he often did.

*Knock, knock* "Scott? Come on... just a few minutes and I'm gone?"

Who like who but Scott knew how stubborn and childish Pix could actually be. There was no way he was leaving without getting some sort of response so Scott forced one out. "Go home, I'm sick," he yelled and broke into probably his best-ever round of fake coughing.

But no matter how good his coughing was it had the exact opposite reaction. "Oh no. Do you need help with anything? I can water your flowers and feed the animals..."

"Just leave me be..." Scott whined. He was so close to giving in to his damn instincts and jumping Pix to drain most if not all his blood... "Please..." he added and if he could he'd probably blush from shame.

Pix had none of it. "I'm sorry Scott, but I'm not about to leave a sick person to themselves. Now..." the archaeologist said far too kindly, considering their relationship so far was nothing but nice, and climbed the ladder to Scott's loft. "What can I help you with?" he asked and Scott was less and less against just killing him.

"Nothing, go away," Scott huffed, burrowing further into his bedding. He was far too hungry for this. "NO?!" he screamed when Pix approached a covered with thick fabric window. "Don't you dare uncover any of these windows... I need it to be dark to sleep..."

"Okay... Are you sure you'll be okay if I leave your eyes are weird..."

Scott almost cursed out loud. He forgot about that damn side effect. Being hungry made his normal eye freakishly red and black and his magic eye glowed for no good reason. "I... I have no..." Pix was not going to be convinced he was seeing things. And Scott had no good excuse as to why he looked like a corpse, which he did without his potion. "You tell anyone about this and you're dead... I'm a vampire Pix, and I might have missed some things I should have done so leave while I still control myself..." Scott warned, trying to look as scary as he could while half-starved.

"A... a vampire? But you don't look like one," Pix hummed instead of leaving Scott alone.

"I'm not changing my whole aesthetic because of one small accident, and I have it all figured out so... Go back to your ruin," Scott growled baring his fangs. If asking didn't work maybe...

No, being scary was a fail and now there was a Pix on his bed. Far, far too close to Scott. Inspecting his teeth. "Fascinating," he hummed keeping Scott's mouth open.

"Stop it," Scott barked pushing Pix away but miscalculated and ended up on top of him. "Don't just shove your hands onto people's mouths," he grumbled and realised something terrible. He maybe cut one of Pix's fingers with his fangs. It was bad. Very bad.

In one quick move, Scott was as far from Pix as his small house allowed. Fighting the instinct to just bite the man and staring straight ahead with wide eyes.

"Is that what's wrong? You're hungry?" Pix asked, slowly sitting up, instead of fleeing as he should have. "Oh, Scott. You should have said so," Pix sighed and to Scott's shock opened two more buttons of his shirt than he usually did. "Assuming you can... like not kill me, you can have some of my blood?"

Pix's offer sounded more like a question than anything but Scott was far too tempted by it to care all that much. Or how much he was in control of himself. "You would?" he asked but was already slowly closing the distance to where Pix was sitting at the edge of his bed. Looking at Scott with at all not hidden curiosity.

"Yes, you're obviously not feeling well and..."

"You talk too much..." Scott grumbled poking his face into Pix's exposed even more than the usual neck. "Are you completely sure you're okay with me biting you?"

Pix barely breathed out a quiet 'yes' before Scott's fangs broke tan skin with ease and Scott's senses focused on only one thing. Blood. First human blood he's ever had. So sweet so rich. How was he supposed to come back to his usual diet after this? "Scott..." Pix's groan had Scott jumping back as all senses flooded back to his brain once the immediate hunger was satisfied. And Scott was horrified with himself.

He's never bitten a person before and now Pix was on his bed. Panting heavily. His shirt missing several buttons from Scott pulling at it to move the man into a more comfortable position. Not necessarily as comfortable for Pix as for Scott's hungry self. And the archaeologist was just catching up to the fact that Scott was no longer pushing him into the bed and biting him.

"Why did you stop?" he asked and tried to sit up and almost immediately fell back down. It didn't make Scott feel any better.

"Why in... Why would you let a starved vampire bite you, you idiot!" Scott huffed and jumped into making sure Pix would not die from blood loss. "I was obviously not in a fit state to propose that to. If you ever see me like that again, leave. Run back to your dusty ruin," he complained as he helped Pix sit up. At least no more blood was leaving through the neat puncture marks Scott's fangs left.

"But it felt nice..." Pix mumbled but did not move at all.

Scott sighed. "It's supposed to, so the victim doesn't struggle, you idiot," Scott huffed and lightly punched him. "You're having a nap now, no complaining."

"Only if you join me," Pix yawned. Losing blood was shockingly tiring.

Scott huffed and complained some more and first insisted Pix have some water but after that, he gave up and joined the archaeologist for a nap.

#my stories #my stuff #empires smp s2 #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires pixl #weather husbands

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wrecked-writer · 1 year

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How would you lot feel if i wrote a sorta enimies to lovers of pix and scott???

#i am going to do it regardless #but still wanna know #empires smp smajor1995 #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #empires shipping #empires smp fanfic #empires smp #dangthatsalongname #empires pixl #empires smp pixlriffs #empires smp 2 #esmp pixl #pixl x scott #weather husbands

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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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That One Time Tango and Jimmy Were Forced to Third-Wheel Their Friend (And His Maybe-Boyfriend?)

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“Doesn't the ruler, Scott, do anything about that?”

“Shush,” Tango’s hands come up to cover his mouth, his outburst loud enough that even Pixl is turning to look at them, a faintly amused expression on his face. “I swear, that man appears out of nowhere when you say his name. I don't want to see him today.”

“Aw,” a new voice, a heavily accented one that he’s definitely heard somewhere before, appears. “Didn't you want to see me today, Brimstone? I'm hurt, truly.”

Or, a deleted scene that had to get deleted because Pixl and Scott's flirting derailed the whole goddamn chapter

(AO3 Link)

(3,187 words)

this fic is related to adaptive nature and features a cut/deleted scene that some people wanted to see, so, here it is! reconstructed from the small snippets i still had saved. i apologise in advance for my very poor writing of flirting (and, as always, reblogs are appreciated if you liked it ;))

The building Tango makes a bee-line for is no less colourful than any of the other buildings, blending in amongst the surrounding buildings despite the offensively bright greens and yellows splashed across the front of it. The person at the counter leans forward as they approach, arms braced against the counter as they grin, eyes flashing.

“Brimstone,” the person greets easily. “Good to see you again.” It takes him a moment to realise they're addressing Tango. “And you, Archaeologist, though I must admit, it’s been a while since I've seen you in these parts. Find somewhere better?”

“I've recently picked up a habit of walking,” Pixl responds. “Though I don't see why it’s any concern of yours.”

“Losing a regular customer like that?” The person shakes their head, eyes widening. “Why, it took out at least a quarter of my monthly supply, I had to pick up another job on the side to make up for that loss of income.”

“You don't even take money, Sparrow.” Tango responds, digging around in his pockets. “How could that have an impact on your income?”

“A loss is a loss.” Sparrow, apparently, shrugs. “And you,” Sparrow turns to look at him now, “aren't you an interesting thing? You one of Brimstone’s new projects?”

“Quit bothering, Sparrow.” Tango says, dumping out a handful of various items on the counter, a few of them skittering across the wood and almost falling onto the ground. Sparrow catches them with a quick hand, fingers curling around the items as they bring them up to the light to inspect them.

“Protective, hm?” Sparrow’s eyes aren't on the object they're currently holding aloft, fixed on him instead. Their eyes are slitted, thin pupils barely visible against the bright-yellow. They flash with something close to amusement as they look between him and Tango, before winking.

“No,” Tango sighs. “Just busy. Is the payment sufficient?”

“I suppose so.” Sparrow drops the object back down to the counter, sweeping the items off and away from their eyes a moment later. “The usual ones are free, you know the ones I mean.”

“Thank you,” Tango drags out, giving a short bow as he backs away, before spinning on his heel. He lingers for a moment, staring at Sparrow, watching as they lean against the counter, blinking at him slowly, cat-like, before grinning sharply, sudden enough to almost startle him. He turns to follow behind Tango, finding Pixl still waiting for him, watching Sparrow with suspicious eyes.

Tango is already situating one of his horses inside the stable. He follows in Tango’s example, leading Arrow into the stable before turning her around. He finishes before both Tango and Pixl, and a moment of pity for Pixl has him helping the other man with a simple knot.

Tango appears to be taking his anger out on a piece of rope, when he leans over the stable door to find out what’s taking him so long. His tail flicks back and forth behind him, stiff with irritation as he picks at the knot, attempting to tug it loose.

“So,” Tango’s eyes flick over to him as he speaks, “Brimstone?”

“A name.” Tango reties the knot, lapsing into silence for a moment. “One of several.” The next knot seems to be one he’s at least halfway satisfied with, because he steps back and away from it, hands raised as though the rope is about to come alive and undo itself. Surprisingly, this doesn't happen.

“And Sparrow?” He finds himself asking. “A friend?”

“Something like that.” Tango says, and he steps back from the door to allow him outside, watching as he latches it shut. Pixl is already waiting for them, glancing around, as though he’s expecting something to happen.

Tango doesn't seem like he’s going to elaborate on the cryptic response, but his curiosity is killing him so he asks anyway. “Care to elaborate?”

“Not really.” Tango sighs, “But I will anyway.” He leans back against the wall of the stable, and he copies him, taking the weight off one leg. They still ache, so the break is appreciated, even if it’s only a sort-of break. Pixl seems content to wait a little longer too, turning around fully so his back is to them both, as he peers down a side street, craning his neck. It’s certainly odd behaviour for the archaeologist, but he’s far more interested in whatever Tango has to say.

“Sanctuary is known as the place you run to, you knew that, right?” Not what he expected to start with, but he nods anyway. “Well, it’s not the only one, but you’d only know Chromia is a city of runaways and fugitives if you asked around a bit.”

“Fugitives?”

“The fae are rarely forgiving.” Tango says, levelling him with an even stare. “I honestly thought you might be one, with the reluctance to give a name, and the incredibly vague details about where you came from. But,” he shrugs, “Guess not.”

“So, what, this whole place is just fae?”

“No. It’s a place for people to run to, people that truly have something to fear and wish to disappear among the colours of Chromia. Did you know, it’s really hard to recognise someone at a glance when they're wearing bright colours and have maybe dyed their hair? Because it is, they’ll recognise you, but you’ll simply see the swirl of colours first, and the blur of a face second. It’s a perfect place for hiding in plain sight.”

“How come you know this, then? Unless you're about to reveal you didn't actually grow up in the Guild.”

“I did grow up in the Guild,” Tango laughs, “But the people here are interesting. They bring news from overseas, of other areas of land, untouched by gods, or swarming with them.” He lowers his voice and leans closer, “I've heard there’s a land where the gods live, and those that step in there, and manage to escape with their lives intact, speak of massive buildings, glorious in every way and perfect in its strokes, in the way only the work of gods can be.”

“And do you believe in this place?” He asks, because he can't help himself, if only to have Tango’s face close to his own for a few moments longer.

“Maybe, I'm not quite sure yet.” He shrugs, “I've heard that the gods inhabiting the place keep to themselves. You only see them if they want you to, you only hear them if they want you to.”

“They don't sound particularly nice.” He frowns to himself, and Tango leans back, laughing.

“They don't sound particularly real, either.”

“I suppose not.” He sighs, “But it’s nice to speculate about, I suppose.”

“Speculating doesn't get us anywhere,” Tango pushes off the wall, and he follows, only wobbling slightly as his legs threaten to give out beneath him. “Now, where’s that list Alyssa gave you? I want to be out of here before sundown.”

“Any particular reason? Got something planned?” He knocks his shoulder into Tango's, waggling his eyebrows for further effect.

“No. I don't want to be in the City of Taverns, after dark, especially not anywhere near the central one.” He shudders, “Some of them have gotten being drunk down to an art, and manage it within minutes. It’s not something you want to see.”

“Doesn't the ruler, Scott, do anything about that?”

“Aw,” a new voice, a heavily accented one that he’s definitely heard somewhere before, appears. “Didn't you want to see me today, Brimstone? I'm hurt, truly.”

“I don't want to see you on any day, Scott.” Tango growls, ears flattening back. He turns, taking a step back so he is no longer inbetween the two of them. Scott stands a few feet away, arms crossed and smirking at them, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Ouch,” Scott presses a hand to his chest. “I'm glad you and Pixl aren't the same in your attitude towards me, I don't think I’d be able to stand the rejection from such a beauty.” Scott winks over at Pixl, who…doesn't react. “Though I am interested as to what’s brought you and your favourite little Sheriff into my city, last I heard from you, you were vowing not to come back here?”

Pixl laughs a little at that, apparently choosing to come and stand a little closer. Tango scowls.

“Or did you drag him here again, Pix?” Scott tips his head to the side, a few chunks of hair falling forward. “C’mon, I thought we agreed after last time that it wasn't a repeat event?”

“I can think of several things we've discussed that weren't supposed to be repeat events.” Pixl says. And he’s still smiling, and it’s weird. It’s far too soft around the edges for someone as scary as Scott is. And yet’s he’s still looking at him with a weirdly soft air that doesn't suit him at all. “Such as the time I caught you in the Guild’s treasury? Hands buried amongst the various artefacts?”

“And that hasn't been a repeat event,” Scott frowns. “I'm pretty sure I’d know if I stole anything more.”

“And yet I continue to get complaints from the higher-ups about how that goddamn fae keeps stealing away all of my free time.”

Tango groans quietly next to him, and he can understand his frustration. He can't do anything but keep watching as Scott breaks out into a smile, something that is far softer than a smirk designed to wound someone before you even open your mouth to speak.

“Would you rather put our dinners on halt?” Scott asks, “Last I remember, you were quite-”

“Alright!” Tango shouts. “I don't want to hear that!”

“Aw,” Scott coos, “don't you want to hear about what your friend does in his free time?”

“Nope! I'm good!” Tango insists. His own cheeks are feeling a little warm, and he averts his eyes when Pixl looks at him. He doesn't know how else to describe the feeling other than complete second-hand embarrassment, warmth continuing to gather in his face as he steadfastly avoids Pixl’s eyes. “We have something to do here, and you're interrupting it.”

“Oh, please,” Scott smirks, smile sharp and dangerous again, “what are you doing? Shopping?” His eyes catch on the short list in his hand. “Oh! You are! What a waste of time,” he scoffs, “don't you have someone to do this for you while you do…whatever it is you do, Sheriff?”

“Every contribution is worth something. There’s no reason for me not to do this.” He protests. Scott tugs the list from his hand anyway, reading over it quickly and shaking his head. His ears sway with the movement, jewellery flashing as it catches the sun.

“I’ll have this sorted for you,” he says, tucking the list away into some pocket on his shirt. “Now, I have something far more pressing to ask you.”

“Uhm,” Scott’s eyes flash dangerously as he leans a little closer, far more in his personal space than he’s strictly comfortable with. “And what would that be?”

“Oh, nothing really,” Scott looks away, feigning disinterest, “I'm only curious as to why you bear the Dragon’s mark, really.” His breath catches in his throat at Scott’s words, feeling his own eyes widen as he tries to think of a suitable answer.

“Scott,” Pixl tugs him away, muttering in something that is definitely not Common, and also not any language he recognises. Scott frowns at Pixl, brushing some of his hair back, which only causes the historian to pause for a moment before continuing. Scott replies in that same language, frustration curling around his words.

He looks at Tango, curious as to whether he can understand what either of them are saying. Tango’s eyes are far away, staring into the distance, as though he’d rather be anywhere but here. He looks back at Scott and Pixl again, finds them almost nose-to-nose as they continue conversing, and looks away again.

It takes them several, long moments before they seem to come to an agreement, during which Scott brushes back Pixl’s hair several times, and Pixl brushes a hand down the front of Scott’s shirt no less than five times. Normally, he’s quite tolerant when it comes to displays of affection, but this is just embarrassing. For both him and for Pixl.

“Scott’s going to get that sorted for you.” Pixl says, returning to Common. Tango blinks, the faraway look in his eyes disappearing, instead lighting up with glee.

“Great!” He turns back around. “We can leave then, bye Scott, lovely seeing you, hope I never have to see you again!”

“And I've also invited you for drinks at the tavern,” Scott interrupts. “On the house.”

“No.” Tango says.

“Pixl’s already agreed on your behalf.” Scott grins. “Unless you want to indirectly break Pix’s deal with me?” He doesn't quite understand what it means, but it must hold more significance than he understands, because Tango turns back around, though not without several protests.

“Wonderful,” Scott smiles. “Just this way, then.”

Sparrow grins at them as they pass by their desk again, waving them off silently, winking at him once more. Maybe that’s just how they blink? He doesn't understand what the winking is for. Tango makes a rude gesture at them anyway, which doesn't succeed in very much but getting him a laugh from Scott and a reprimand from Pixl.

“Oh, dear, don't worry about that. Sparrow certainly deserves to be knocked down a few pegs. Which, why on earth would you stable your horses with them? You know my tavern has stables that are far nicer than that- they're far more comfortable too, don't you remember-”

“Oh my gods,” Tango hisses out, dropping his head into his hands. “I can't, I can't do this again. I can't.”

“It can't be that bad, can it?” He asks. “Right?”

Tango gives him a look that speaks volumes. He shuts his mouth with a small “ah”, nodding his head. He glances back at Scott and Pixl, watching as the former stretches his arms up, before allowing one to fall back around Pixl’s shoulder.

“It’s actually sickening.” Tango says, watching the two in front of them as well. “I hate them.”

“I don't see how this is that bad.” They move around a small group of friends travelling in the opposite direction to them. He ignores the few smothered laughs and the way they're glancing back at Pixl and Scott before laughing again. Several people greet Pixl, too, waving to him. Some even go so far as to nudge him, as though in encouragement.

He doesn't let his mind stray too far down the path of thinking what that encouragement might be.

“Pixl seems happy, at least.” He tries.

“Yeah, course he is.” Tango makes a sound in the back of his throat. “They've been sickeningly in love for-fucking-ever. And the Guild never lets Pix come here alone, so of course I have to come with him.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.” Tango’s eyes glaze over. “All the walls here are thin.”

“Ew!” He gasps out. “I didn't need to know that.”

“Neither did I!” Tango shoves him. “How do you think I felt!”

The building, which he assumes to be the tavern, is already bustling with people, despite how early in the day it is. Scott steps neatly over someone passed out on the steps, extending a hand for Pixl, as though he couldn't make it over himself. Tango gags next to him, rather loudly.

The tavern is no less noisy inside, scraping against his already sensitive ears and making them ring. Scott doesn't pause, though, simply nodding to- is that a llama behind the bar? Apparently it is, and no one bats an eye at the llama serving them their drinks. Scott continues on his way through the bar, him and Pixl weaving through the clusters of people gathered around tables where there aren't enough seats as though it’s second-nature.

The room Scott leads them to is small, but well-decorated, with several plush seats scattered around, and even a small sofa tucked in the corner. Drinks are already laid out on the table.

“Did you know we were coming?” Tango regards the drinks with suspicion.

“How couldn't I know?” Scott smirks at Tango, directly, before turning back to Pixl. “It’s been so long since I last saw you, my heart was simply aching to be in your presence again; I couldn't help but notice when you entered Chromia, it was like a beacon I couldn't unsee.”

“It hasn't been that long,” Pixl tries to say, though the tips of his ears are turning red. He wishes, in that moment, for the ground to swallow him whole- just so he doesn't have to watch this.

“Every moment we spend apart is like an eon to me.” Scott says.

“You're awfully sappy today,” Pixl says. “Any particular reason for that?”

Scott doesn't respond, simply humming, settling himself a little further into his seat. He sits on it like a king upon his throne, sprawled and comfortable, legs wide as he watches him and Tango sit down too. The seat sinks below him far too much, and he has to grip onto the armrest to not feel like he’s about to be swallowed whole.

“Can I not simply miss you?” Scott turns to look at Pixl, chin resting in his hand. “Is a bird not allowed to miss the sky? Is a fish not allowed to miss the water? Am I not allowed to miss you, especially as you've been busy with your important project recently.”

“Quit it with the poetry.” Tango groans. “We get that you're old, you don't need to remind us with your shoddy flirting.”

“And has your flirting ever worked for you?” Scott asks. “Tell me, when was the last time you successfully flirted with someone?”

Tango remains silent.

“Thank you,” Scott smiles. “Besides, my flirting works. It may be old, but that just means it worked for a lot more people. More than you can say about your flirting.”

“Your flirting only works because Pixl’s a weirdo.” Tango scoffs. “It says nothing about your proficiency, just that he’s into older guys.”

“Brimstone.” Pixl says.

“It’s true,” Tango protests, sitting up a little straighter. “Am I not allowed to have an opinion?”

“No.”

“Well, I should get one,” Tango crosses his arms, slumping down in his seat. “Especially as I have to watch it.”

“Never thought you were into that kind of stuff, Brimstone. If I’d known, I’d have-”

“Nope!” Tango shoots up again. “Whatever you were about to say, I don't want to hear it. I don't care.”

“Okay,” Scott says, “if you change your mind…”

He sinks a little further into his seat, wondering how quickly he would be able to escape out of that window if needed.

#juno.writes #i KNOW im bad at writing flirting okay. but that was the few remnants of the original scene #adaptive nature universe #pixlriffs #scott smajor #dont even know the ship name. is it even a ship? i dont remember where the idea came from tbh #empires smp #empires smp fic #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires pixl #jimmy solidarity #tango tek #empires smp s2 #empires smp season 2 #found out their ship name:#weather husbands

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