fluxarata · saparata state smp · minecraft · mpreg · rivals to lovers · gay · chaotic · playful · possessive · queer
For eight months, the only sound was the wind through the willow leaves. Saparata kept vigil at the grave, tending the stone until his hands were raw. Then a voice he never thought he’d hear again shattered the quiet. His heart hammered against his ribs. He squeezed his eyes shut, feigning sleep, until he felt the ground shift beside him. An arm slid around his shoulder, pulling him into a familiar warmth. 'Idiot,' Flux murmured, his breath ghosting past Saparata's ear. 'Asleep out in the open where anyone could walk by and kill you.'