Random Oneshots

You feel hopeless (Magnus X Ellegaard)

This is sort of a songfic, I think?

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR MCSM EPISODE 3

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"ELLEGAARD!" he screamed as the Witherstorm's tentacle knocked the brown haired woman into the tree. She fell to the ground, limp. His vision tunneled, and he involuntarily ran towards her, screaming her name.

It's like screaming,

He propped her head up onto his lap and muttered, "No..." as she looked at him, possibly for the last time.

"Magnus..." she struggled to say. Her voice was faint. "I'm sorry..." she continued. Magnus squeezed her hand.

"Ellegaard..." he choked out between sobs. "Please don't go..." he squeezed her hand and sobbed into it.

"Magnus, look at me," she said. He did as she told him to.

"I-I love you..." she said, and her eyes closed. She went limp in his grasp.

"Ellegaard!" he shouted. "Ellegaard!"

And no one can hear.

He cried into her broken form. He didn't notice when the explosion happened, or when Jesse ran over to where he was clutching to the redstone engineer's body. All he could feel was pain. Unbearable pain.

You almost feel ashamed.

"T-This is my fault..." he quietly said as he gazed upon her. "I could've saved her..." He felt someone hug him from behind, but he was too lost in his own grief and guilt to wonder who.

That someone could be that important.

"Magnus," he distantly heard Jesse say. "I am so, so sorry. But in the end, at least she was a hero. She just helped save the world."

"It's your fault!" he dropped her limp form onto the ground as he clenched his fists and turned to Jesse. "If you hadn't taken her armor, she would still be alive!"

That without them, you feel like nothing.

He glared, his gaze full of hurt and grief, at Jesse, but he couldn't stay mad. In the younger boy's face, clear as day, was self-blame. Magnus could clearly see that Jesse blamed himself for taking Ellegaard's armor.

Magnus's anger dissolved, and his grief overtook him. He collapsed to the ground, buried his face in the grass and sobbed. Around him, time seemed to stop, as if even the earth beneath him was sad that such an amazing woman had to die.

No one will ever understand how much it hurts.

He watched, helpless to do anything, as Soren gently picked her up and carried her away.

"Ellegaard," he said weakly, as his tears continued to stream from his eyes as if they would never stop. His limbs shook, and he had to place his hands on the ground in order to keep his balance. With her gone, he didn't know what he would do. He felt like he could never be him, Magnus, King of the griefers, again.

You feel hopeless.

He carefully stood up. He was quivering from head to toe, and when he walked, he stumbled, he was shaking so badly. He felt as if he had fallen into a deep pit with no possible escape.

Like nothing can save you.

He turned his gaze to the black mass of Witherstorm, now ripped apart and lying on the ground. It was dead. In any other case, he would've felt unexplainable joy at a victory like this one. But not now. After witnessing the love of his life die in his arms, he felt nothing.

And when it's over, and it's gone,

He watched as Jesse and his friends ran towards it and helped any survivors who might have been trapped - underneath tentacles, in pits, and other places where they might need saving. He watched Jesse walk up to the center and gaze at what looked like...the command block?! But...that should've been destroyed in the explosion!

He watched as the command block began to pull Jesse towards it. Jesse screamed for help, but he could barely hear him over his own grief. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and he turned away. He let them fall until he heard a loud growling sound from behind him. He turned back to see the Witherstorm, alive and just as deadly as it had been before.

You almost wish you could have all that bad stuff back

His ears were ringing from what had happened to Ellegaard, but he knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to run. He saw Axel a few hundred feet away, gesturing for Magnus to run to him. His instincts took over, and he ran.

So that you could have the good.

He reached Axel and mounted one of the horses that he had rallied up for them to ride away. Everyone else began towards the mountains, but he lingered for a few moments, unable to forget how the only woman he had ever loved had died in vain.