Hermitcraft and Empires Oneshots

Recap (Zloy)

I wanted to write a little Pixzloy about the members of the beloved hermitcraft recap team.

Zloy P.O.V.

I was on the recap server with Pix, watching hermitcraft episodes to research for the recap. I was working on the script while he supplied me with information to write with. After doing the same operation for years, we had a smooth system in place.

Even when one of us had to take time off, which Pix was a differently for Empires SMP, it still ran smoothly. We were almost finished for today, and both of us were finishing up with our things.

Pix called to me, saying he was needed on empires, and asking if I would be ok to finish it up for today without him. Even though I knew it would mean I would be staying a couple hours more, I agreed it would be fine.

Before he went out the door, he added one more thing. "Oh, and Zloy." I looked back to him. "Don't overwork yourself, and don't stay here longer than you're supposed too. I can finish up when I'm done at empires, but I don't want you staying up working again."

He cared. Awwwwwww. Yes I had a crush on him, no I wasn't going to tell him. He shut the door after that, presumably heading it to empires. I got back to work, taking up his job as well.

It was a few hours later when I was finished. I didn't listen to Pix, and it was a few hours after I was supposed to be finished if he hadn't left. I was going to head back to Truly Bedrock now to work on a project.

Once I got there, however, something strange happened. I felt an itch in my throat, and began coughing and hacking violently. Suddenly it stopped, and what lay on the floor in front of me shook me to my core.

It was a petal, a small, purple petal. It belonged to a violet. A small, purple flower. On it was a single drop of blood. Not much, but it was only the beginning. It would get much worse.

I have hanahaki. No. I can't. I can't die. But I can't confess to Pix. It would break our friendship, and is rather be friends than nothing, I thought. Hanahaki, the disease where a sufferer of unrequited love had a flower growing in their lungs, which the body slowly coughs up in an effort to get rid of.

That is why a sufferer of hanahaki coughs up flowers, thorns, and blood. Here was its beginning, and it's end was either my death or my feelings be requited. Technically you can drink a lotion to remove all your emotions, but very few actually take that route.

I began coughing again, and more flowers came up from my mouth. A couple more drops of blood came out too. "Zloy." Lyarrah called to me. "Are you in there. "

I panicked, quickly cleaning up the flowers and blood before dumping into the trash. "Yes, give me a second to get the door for you," I called when I was done, knowing Lyarrah would enter on her own.

As expected, Lyarrah waltzed in. "So, Zloy, what do you wanna work on?" I was tired and I didn't want her to see my hanahaki, but I would feel bad to deny her her wishes.

So I agreed. We ended up working with villagers to start a trading hall.

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~Time Skip~
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It had been two weeks since the first petal came. At first I kept working up the recap, but that seemed to speed up the disease and soon it got to the point it was so often I couldn't blame it on anything.

So here I was, sitting in my base in my home world, trying to avoid everyone so they wouldn't know I had hanahaki. Luckily Lyarrah never found out, and now that I'm isolating myself no one will know.

I feel bad for Pix though. Since I'm calling in sick he has extra work to do, and on top of empires and his survival guide, he must be struggling to manage. I texted him constantly to not overwork himself, but just like me he is stubborn and doesn't listen.

I was coughing up petals almost constantly now, along with a few thorns every now and then. My throat felt dry, scratchy and cracked. The worst part was the pain, but as of right now it was still manageable. Of course the disease was still in its early stages.

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~Time Skip~
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It had been three months since I had coughed up the first petal. It was horrible now, almost enough to make me confess. But I still had a perfectly functional friendship with Pix that I didn't want to ruin.

My friends were all worried about me, because I had been isolating myself for the past two and a half months. I had cast my communicator to the side for now, tired of the concerned messages. Their concern was appreciated, but after so long it got annoying.

I felt the urge to cough again, and I leaned over a bucket, hacking up fully fledged flowers accompanied by thorns and tons of blood. I was feeling dizzy. Probably the blood loss.

Suddenly I heard the door open, and a voice, Silent's, call out. "Zloy!". Dangit, I should have had my communicator on me. Footsteps walking around the house, straight towards me. He would see me. Suddenly he was in the room, watching me cough up violets.

He rushed over as soon as he saw what was happening to me. "ZLOY!," he shouted. "Why didn't you tell one of us? Who are you sick for? How long are you sick for?" I was throwing up more, unable to respond.

I heard him murmuring to himself. "No flowers growing out of the skin, he's got at least a week left. I wonder who he's sick for? Probably Pix. Actually, definitely Pix. I should have seen it sooner now that I look back on it."

Finally I stopped hacking up flowers. " I've had it for about three months now. " Silent's eyes widened in shock. "And yes, I'm sick for Pix. I haven't told y'all because you would force me to confess, and I don't wanna do that because it might break our friendship."

" Zloy, " Silent began softly. "It's either confess to him or die. You and I both know you doing take the potion. I'll do a favor for you and invite him here, but you'll have to do the rest." Then Silent picked up his communicator, presumably messaging Pix.

"I've messaged Pix and he's coming as soon as he can. I've gotta go finish a project in TB so I'll leave you two in peace." Silent left after saying that, but Pix logged in immediately after, doing so in my house from the previous time he had been on my world.

At his presence the flower roared up again, and I coughed up more flowers, thorns, and blood into the bucket. Pix gasped and rushed over as soon as he saw the state I was in.

"Quick Zloy, you've gotta tell me who you're sick for," Pix said. There was a moment of silence while I prepared myself. " I'm sick for you, Pix. I love you, " I told him.

The biggest grin captured his face. "I love you too, Zloy." He grabbed my chin and brought my face in to kiss me, and as he did I felt the flowers recede from my lungs, finally allowing me to breathe.

This one took me ages to write, but I've finally gotten it done. I have more ideas, but it's past midnight and I've had an average of 4:45 of sleep over the past three days, so I need to sleep. I guess you'll just have to wait til tomorrow.

-Leaf