#frog writes

This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.

“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.

Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.

<Grian has joined the game.>

Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.

Soon, another message came through:

<Grian whispered to you: Y/N! Where are you?>

It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.

<You whispered to Grian: Don’t come to me. I’ll meet you at spawn.>

His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?

When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.

“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”

You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”

“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”

Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”

Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”

“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”

“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”

Turning, you began to leave.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”

You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”

His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”

It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”

And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”

König was sitting on his bed, back against the headrest, legs crossed. He was lost in the book he was currently reading eyes scanning the pages his mind encompassed by the story. He wasn’t wearing his hood, there was no need for it in the privacy of his own room.

There was a knock on the door, followed by two familiar voices asking if they could come in. König couldn’t hide his smile as he eagerly called back that they could enter. His smile grew even wider as he saw Johnny who was making his way towards him in an instant, crawling on the bed and laying his head in the Austrians lap. „Mmhh missed ya.“ he mumbled nuzzling his head on one of Königs thighs. Ghost let out a hum, agreeing to Johnnys words. All of them knew they had only been apart for the briefing Ghost and Soap were attending but still König felt warm and fuzzy at those words. They missed him even though they weren’t apart for more than a few hours? The thought made him blush, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Ghost wasn’t as eager as the Scot simply opting to sit down next to König and resting his head on his shoulder. The Austrian could see how he must’ve been smiling as well beneath his balaclava. „What are ya reading there?“ Ghost asked his voice deep and his eyes laced with curiosity as he scanned the pages. Johnnys interest was sparked as well as he tried twisting his head in a way that would allow him to read the title on the books spine. „Oh iz jus an old German book, my mom uzed to read it to me when I was a child.“ König answered a smile spread on his face as he indulged in reminiscences.

„Could you teach us some German König?“ Ghost requested, lifting his head from the others shoulder to look at him with questioning eyes. Oh god those eyes König could get lost in them for hours. Johnny nodded eagerly agreeing with Simons idea but chose to keep his head in the Austrians lap. König put the book on his nightstand and proceeded to place his left hand on Soaps shoulder absentmindedly drawing little shapes on it.

„Well of courze uhm let me think…“ he trailed off, racking his brain for anything he could teach them, suddenly he had an idea. He placed his right hand on Simons cheek, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone as their eyes met. The Austrian almost got lost in them, Simons light and incredibly long lashes blinking at him. „Du hast wunderschöne Augen.“ Königs voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke those words, his eyes soft and full of adoration as he gazed at the other man. Ghost didn’t understand the words but still felt his cheeks heating up, they had clearly been a compliment and the softness of the moment had overwhelmed him. „W-what does it mean?“ he whispered scared that talking too loud would interrupt the wholesome atmosphere. Now it was Königs turn to blush, nervously breaking eye contact and mumbling „Well it meanz u hav beautiful eyes.“ Simon was sure his face was bright red beneath the balaclava, his cheeks heating up and a grin spreading on his face.

„Mhh if that ain’t true Lt.“ Soap piped up.

„Ah shut up you two.“ Ghost laughed and proceeded to push up his mask to place a small peck on Königs pink cheek. His lips lingered on the others skin a bit longer than necessary, a silent thank you. Simons slightly chapped lips a stark contrast to the slight stubble on Königs cheek.

„Now make Johnny blush too.“ he whispered into the Austrians ear his lips curled into an evil grin before returning to his original position. His mask still on the bridge of his nose and his head resting against Königs shoulder.

„Hmm letz see… can’t forget our little man, right?“ König stated petting the Scots hair. „Hey it’s not my fault you two are giants!“ Soap huffed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted. „Aww no don’t pout now, Liebling. Dein Lachen ist viel süßer.“ König noted as he gently traced the shape of Johnnys lips with his thumb. The scot was looking up at him, his eyes widened as he asked what exactly the Austrian had just said to him. „Your smile iz way cuter.“ König whispered. The statement had indeed made Soap blush which didn’t stop him from shooting the Austrian his biggest grin. Ghost let out a little ‚aww‘ but suddenly he remembered he had wanted to ask König for some time now…

„Hey uhm you’ve said that one phrase I can’t remember right now a few times, what does it mean?? Johnny help me out here.“ „Uhm… OH yeah ish liebe disch? That the one you meant Si?“ Ghost nodded sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest to see Königs face better. He was a bit shocked to see that the others face was bright red, well at least where he could see his cheeks, the Austrian was pressing his palms against it. An attempt to hide from the explaining that awaited him. He was silently scolding himself for being such an idiot, admitting to more serious feelings and complimenting his partners was just way easier for him in his mother tongue, definitely not because they couldn’t understand him…

Soap also sat up at the confused look Ghost shot him, crossing his legs to sit opposite of the flustered Austrian. „Hey König I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.“ Johnny stated as he placed his hand on his tight, an attempt to ground König and asses the situation. „Yeah you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, love.“ Ghost added, worry laced in his deep voice. He and Soap shared another worried glance.

„N-nein it’s fine I’m j-just… uhm I got thrown sa uhm bit off.“ he smiled as he removed his hands from his face. Soap had said those words without knowing what they meant but still the Austrians brain had short circuited. In order to calm his nerves König proceeded to take a deep breath as he gently took Soaps hand in his left and Ghosts in his right. They were still confused, a nervous quiet spread throughout the room.

„Ich liebe dic-.. euch sorry plural means uhm I love you, Johnny a-and I love you Simon“ König stated eyes nervously darting between his lovers. They hadn’t said those words to each other yet except for the Austrian who hadn’t admitted to it in a language the others would’ve been able to understand. He wasn’t one to hide his feelings, in their line of field one had to appreciate every moment not spent in combat. Still those words scared him, his fear of rejection getting the best of him.

Suddenly it clicked for Soap how König would mumble those words in his ear when they were cuddling both of them almost asleep but still trying to stay awake a bit longer to relish in each others touch. How he would pant them at him after they had a play fight in bed, Soap straddling the Austrians hips, both of them out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. Königs eyes growing soft and full of endearment as he had said them hypnotised by Johnnys winded laughs and giggles.

Ghosts eyes also widened in realisation, König had said those words after an especially intense mission in which Simon had been wounded. He had rushed to the brits side as soon as everything was clear worry in his eyes, hands frantically inspecting Ghosts wounds. He had cursed and spat out various German words Simon didn’t understand and he had just gone along with it not paying closer attention.

„So ein Dreck… fuck“

And

„Ghost?? Scheiße! You wiz me?…“

But after Simon had confirmed he was doing alright and König double checked to make sure of it, he had ended with:

„Gott sei Dank, ich liebe dich.“

König had grown incredibly nervous. Why weren’t they saying anything? Oh god this had been a mistake, but he did love them why lie about it? He was pulled out of his thoughts as Soap squeezed his hand, the others eyes searching for his. As König finally mustered up the strength to look at Johnny he saw the look of pure happiness in his face. His eyes were wrinkling at the edges and his lips were spread in a smile. Shifting his attention to Ghost he noticed a similar expression, his eyes full of love and a soft smile playing on his lips.

„I love u both too so so much, ya fuckin’ giants.“ Johnny laughed pulling both of his lovers faces closer to leave kisses all over them. Mushing Ghosts and Königs faces together, their cheeks pressed against each others as they beamed at Soap, giggling after every peck they received. Oh the Scot had those two wrapped around his little finger.

König had pulled them down with him as soon as he had the chance to, Soap was laying on top of him as Ghost was tucked into his side resting his head on the Austrians chest. Simon looked back and forth between his partners, he was feeling incredibly lucky, he almost couldn’t believe what was happening.

„I love you too Johnny… and I-I Isch lieabe disch too? uhm König.“ he mumbled a bit insecure the whole situation still overwhelming him. Nevertheless he tried to imitate how König had pronounced the words as best as he could. Soap simply beamed at Simon pressing a kiss to his forehead. Königs cheeks were still a light shade of pink as he pulled Ghost impossibly close which led to Simon nuzzling the crook of the Austrians neck, breathing in his scent of freshly cut herbs which had mixed with Johnnys minty one.

Soap had already fallen asleep as König let out a quiet „thank zou“ voice sounding sleepy and stifling a yawn, Ghost simply replied by pressing kisses to his neck. „Night König…“ the Brit paused contemplating his next words. „love u.“ Simon smiled into the others neck shuffling closer a content smile on his lips as he closed his eyes.

„Ich liebe dich auch Simon.“ König yawned tightening his grip on his partners as he drifted off.