Hermitcraft oneshots

.•⦁ No More Flowers ⦁•.

Alternative title: Flowers
Genre?: hurt/comfort
Prompt: flowers grow where your soulmate gets hurt.
Ship: Beetho
TW: SH, blood, bit of swearing
(tell me if I missed any?)

You guys get a prewritten chapter cause I didn't have any motivation for requests after the exam week 😅
This is one of my better prewritten chapters if I say so myself :) it's also a bit longer 🤭

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•Third person•
When Beef had first seen the flowers he was surprised as a child. He didn't know what they meant when they grew on his knee.
Now the flowers didn't hurt, but they were intriguing to the 5 year old. So he went to his loving mother for answers.

She had told him the flowers grew wherever his soulmate had hurt themselves and drew blood, and that the same thing would happen to his soulmate if he hurt himself accidentally.

So he got used to the small flowers growing from his skin as he grew up and saw where his soulmate scratched and scraped themselves. It was interesting to know a bit of what was happening in their life.

I was calming to see the beautiful white shrub roses blossom in the beginning when he was still a kid. But as he got older, he got more conscious of the places the flowers turned up. They started looking more and more like abuse scars to him, and he slowly started disliking the flowers that started to grow more often.

He thought the worst of it was when he turned 11 and a cluster of flowers grew in a jagged line from his mouth to his ear. The cut was apparently so deep on his soulmates side, that the flowers dried out over time as the wound healed, but also left flower markings on the line his soulmate would now have a big scar.

But it got worse when he went to high school. The blooms turned up even more than before, but not only in the places they usually grew... They also started to grow in small neat lines at is wrists, that slowly creeped up as his soulmate added more and more cuts. They got deeper and deeper, and it actually started to hurt a little.
It didn't hurt physically, but it hurt mentally.

He felt horrible he knew they were suffering but he couldn't do anything about it.
He tried to live normally, but the flowers reminded him every day of the pain they were going through. He had hated them before it got bad, but now he hated them with all his heart. So he started wearing long sleeves and jumpers, just so he didn't need to see the flowers anymore.

All his friends noticed, but didn't question it, knowing his problems were his and he wouldn't accept help.

But this was not smart on anyone's part. And Beef left his hometown when he graduated, leaving for a different server called Mindcrack.

There he made new better friends that cared for him deeply and made him feel better about everything.
If he ever felt down, his friends were there to pick him up, without fail.
They never left him behind, but life hated him.

The server crashed. Only he and a few others got out of the server on time. And as they watched their homes and friends get crushed, all they could do was watch.
It was all too much like the situation he dealt with everyday, and he knew then he hated his life. He finally knew how his soulmate probably felt all throughout high school.

But he couldn't give into hurting himself when he was the only person fit enough to get help. Doc's mechanic parts had stopped working and he couldn't move anymore. Bdubs had narrowly avoided being crushed by a falling contraption and had twisted his ankle badly. Generikb had scraped his side on the void as they jumped through the only available portal and was writhing in pain as Biffa tried to comfort him while trying to stop the bleeding from his own arm. And lastly Etho, he didn't look to be in any pain, but he had a high pain tolerance, which was no excuse to over exert himself.