Possession is INCREDIBLY tiring for Vex, especially the ConVex, who push themselves to huge prank spectacles.
This means, once they've finished, they end up staggering into a little corner in the vicinity of the prank-site and passing out in an adorable little pile of eepy vex.
‘So… any reason you wanted me to join you here?’ Scar asks as he wanders next to me towards his first woodland mansion, a few days before the end of Season 4.
‘Well… I- kinda wanted to talk to another Hermit about Season 5. Who would also be switching for the first time.’
‘Yeah? You’ve got plans as well? I’ve planned this big city for my base And, also, also, Cub, have you seen my shopping district plans? They’re pretty, preeeetty crazy, but I can pull it off. Hopefully. I’m just so excited, man… What’re your big, amoyzing plans, Cub?’
‘Ah, so you’re staying?’ I ask. Scar pauses ahead of me, just inside the mansion hallway, trying to hide his upset as he replies.
‘Wait, you’re not?’
‘I’m still deciding,’ I amend quickly. ‘I played in the same single player world a lot before Kingdomcraft. And now Hermitcraft just uproots and completely restarts every year or so, and… well… I dunno. I don't really like huge changes like this.’
The conversation peters out as we enter our first room, with trees, and a chest of saplings. Scar kills a zombie, or two, silent, but as we leave and enter the next, he speaks again.
‘It’s the same people though. In Season 5.’
‘Yeah, but… all my projects. My volcano. Birchfellas. That’s gonna be over in a week.’
‘You get to make a new base?’ Scar suggests.
‘True.’
‘I mean, it’s completely your decision Cub, but… I’ll miss you if you don't come back. Really, really miss you.’
‘Cheers man.’
We’re a few rooms through the ground floor by this point, all the loot is even worse than I remember. I shoot a vindicator from across the room before it even notices us.
‘Where’s the action in this place?’ Scar sighs. ‘I only agreed to join you because you said there was a magic man who waves his hands around and does magic? Where's the magic hands man?’
‘The… evokers?’
‘Oh, you know I don't know what anything’s called… whatever the robe guy is with the little murder guys he summons by waving his arms around.’
‘Yeah. That's an evoker.’ I chuckle. ‘They’re upstairs. There should be better stuff up there anyway.’
So, Scar bounding behind, I lead us upstairs. The first couple rooms are pretty much the same as downstairs, a couple skeletons, a zombie, a creeper that maybe almost kills Scar, though he denies it, and another vindicator that definitely almost kills Scar (he still tries to deny it).
‘Oh finally!’ Scar cries, running into the next room as I dodge the vindicator he left for me to handle. ‘Why hello there Mr Magic Man! Oh! Oh Yeah! Show me those hands! Cub’s told me all about your magical summony summony- oh gosh, look at all the little guys I’m dodging, and I’m-’
Scar screams.
It’s just his little startled scream. But something’s off.
‘Scar, are you ok?’
I run after, leaving the vindicator to lose interest, and into the room with Scar. He stumbles backwards into me, before turning. There’s fear in his eyes, actual fear.
‘Cub, I’m- I’m bleeding?’
‘What?’
‘Look, look, the little guy attacked me, and it really hurt, like, more than normal-hurt, and now it’s bleeding.’ Scar holds up his shaking hand, showing a bloody cut on his arm. ‘What does that mean, Cub? Because- that’s- that’s not normal, that’s in glitched or permadeath worlds, not normal worlds, right? We’re in a normal world, the other mobs, the- the zombies couldn't actually hurt us… Or is my own code messed up and-’
‘SCAR, DUCK!’
The vexes swoop down again, making the most of Scar’s distracted rambling. I pull him away, stepping in front, but it’s too late. Scar screams again, hurt, scrambling for safety, hugging close. A stinging agony against my arm as I try to swat the vexes. Blood oozes from the cut, staining my labcoat red.
I stop. Scar’s instincts kick in a moment too late, pure panic in every muscle as he hurls himself at the door, clawing and hammering for escape.
‘HELP!’ he screams. ‘HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!’
The vexes turn their fire on me, scratching and slashing over and over as I swipe fruitlessly back. I keep one eye on the evoker as they watch me, not with a mob’s blank expression, but a player’s intelligence. Despite the same blue-grey skin and black robes of an evoker, and abilities of no player I’ve seen before.
‘You’re not the one we want,’ they hiss, staring straight into my eyes, perhaps into my soul. I’m left frozen in place, even as they flick their hand, mutter in some foreign language and send more vexes flying at me, joining the others. Even as they draw a sword. The vexes cling to my tattered labcoat and shirt, even my beard, pinning me as the evoker approaches.
‘We’re just normal players, man. Please. Let us go. Let Scar go. If you want to hurt us for invading your base, hurt me, it was my idea. It was all my idea.’ I struggle against the vexes. The evoker doesn't listen, doesn't stop, just raises their-
‘Hey! Get away from my friend, mister!’ Scar shouts, shooting. The evoker yells as his arrow hits. The vexes swarm to their aid, chittering and screeching, communicating, enough to free me. I run at the evoker, slashing. A couple hits and they disappear in a burst of flames.
‘CUB!’
My focus snaps to Scar, swarmed in vexes, clothes torn and bloody at their endless attack. I sprint over, some of the vexes turning on me too.
‘Get- dudes- vex, get away from him!’
A gasp of pain, Scar freezes as one vex bites his upper arm, clamping down hard and not letting go until it flickers to nothing. The other vexes lose interest.
Scar collapses.
‘Holy- shit, Scar.’ He’s unconscious. Perhaps worse. The vexes laugh, a malicious giggle as they swarm around us. I fumble to move him into a recovery position, find a pulse.
Nothing. There’s nothing.
‘Wake up, man… Scar- please, wake up…’ I glance at the vexes again, only getting closer, darting in to attack, and then falling away. ‘Scar, please man. Please, come on… come on, wake up…’
I hug his limp body close, protecting him from the vexes, the terror of the vexes, of losing Scar, rising over me. With one hand I keep swatting and slapping. Desperate, futile attempts to stop the tiny pestilent monsters that, quite possibly, can cause permadeath. They just slash and claw and laugh, closer and braver as my pleading turns to guttural screams for mercy, for Scar, for some kind of deal, a promise they can take me, they can hurt me, but please, please, not Scar. Until one strikes properly, biting my wrist. I scream only louder at the sheer excruciation, like burning poison in my veins. The others stop. All I can do, Scar cradled close in my other arm, is shake my arm as vigorously as I can, slamming it repeatedly, vex and all, against the wood floor, until it disappears like the one that got Scar.
Shit.
The Vex clamour, closer and louder, screeching, deafening, as the wave of nausea and faintness crashes over me.
This is it. Is all I can think, hugging Scar ever closer.
Summary: Grian wasn’t having a fun time, his current boyfriend, Richard, was starting to annoy him. He was happy Scar was here and all, if just for support through this ‘guys night’. Playing stupid games and Richard not knowing how to keep his hands to himself.
Notes: Saw a prompt from one of @bluiex anon’s, Stalker!Killer!Scar and Grian. Decided why not. More Killer... not much Stalker, it’s hinted.
Warning: Smut(ish) (heavy make out really), Stalker Behavior, Blood, Murder, Death, Romanization of very dark things, dirty talk, and cults. (Scar’s in a murder cult so yeah)
Disclaimer: Author does not in IRL think these things are even remotely okay behavior, this is a fic, it is fiction. Take the warnings to heart, and don’t be an ass.
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It was loud, it smelled of beer, and it just wasn’t as fun as Grian had hoped. He was now seriously regretting turning down Jimmy and Tango’s offer to hang with them, Ren, Bdubs, and Cub. Even though Scar came along, that didn’t do much to stop the rise of irritation in Grian’s temper. He was just trying to enjoy the movie, with the sound of his current boyfriend doing a shots competition.
He sighed a bit, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Scar gave him an apologetic smile, “We can still ditch and head over to Jimmy’s, sure he’ll let us crash for the night.” he suggested, even if he tried to hide the disgust in his eyes at the group of guys.
Grian was seriously tempted, though he was too much of a kind person to just leave. Seemed rude... Rude like Richard stumbling over to him, the thick scent of cheap booze on him, making Grian’s nose wrinkle. Hands on his chest as the tipsy man kissed his neck, hands moving down.
“No Rich.” Grian said shoving his hands away, he wasn’t about to have sex in front of the others.
Richard huffed in annoyance, “Come on darling,” he grumbled, “The others wouldn’t mind at all, if you’re so upset about them watching we can head upstairs.” he told him.
Grian wrinkled up his nose, “no Richard,” more firmly than the last one, “I don’t want to, end of story.”
The other didn’t seem pleased with that, but puffed out breath letting go and getting off Grian all together. Heading back to the table, “Whatever man, come on, at least play some games.” he grumbled. Grian made a face but sighed walking over, he didn’t notice the dark glare Scar was getting Richard the whole time.
“Seven minuets in Heaven is the name of the game.” one of the others snicker, Grian didn’t bother remembering the name. “Might help loosen up some people.” he joked, and Grian held back a glare.
“Rules are simple,” a bottle was placed on the table, “Spin the bottle, and who it lands on on your turn you go into the closet with for 7 minuets.”
Yeah, Grian knew the rules, he placed the game once before in highschool. that was how he met his friends, he and Tango ended up in the closet. Tango then confessed to him his feelings for Jimmy, and wanted Grian to play wing man. To which Grian also dragged Scar into the mess, but hey it worked, they were still happily together. Might have ended with Jimmy getting a bloody nose due to a plan gone wrong, but it still worked.
He really is now wishing he went over to their house again. Why did he stay with Richard? Part of him guessed it was desperation. Though this was only the 4th date, the guy had been showing red flag after red flag. After tonight it was over, Grian honestly was done play this game. The man rarely respected his boundries.
He remembered venting to Scar about how Richard had tried to get his hands down his pants during the previews of the movies their last date. Richard had apologized, and promised to wait... well we see how that’s turning out. Asshole really just wanted to fuck like rabbits.
Grian was all for sexual intimacy and a good fuck, but he also liked the romantic aspect of things. Was he weird for just liking a good make out session? Just cuddling in the night with no need for a build up? Honestly... he wished he could find guys like Scar.
Problem was Grian was certain Scar was straight, and he didn’t want to impose on their friendship or make things awkward. Honestly he was afraid if they did date, and eventually break up, it’d be too odd to keep a friendship. He didn’t want to lose Scar as a friend, the other was also so caring, comforting, and had helped Grian through alot of issues in his life.
He snapped back into reality when Scar offered to go first. The ever present friendly smile on his face, spinning the bottle easily. Grian felt the others eyeing Scar up with drunken lust. Honestly made his skin crawl, even if Scar didn’t seem to notice or care.
The bottle landed on Richard as some were laughing, “What are the odds the friend would end up in the closet with the boyfriend.” one heckled, Grian shrugged at Scar, he trusted the guy not to do anything.
Scar wasn’t the type to cheat, given how he saw it hurt Grian last time.
Scar shrugged back, “Be back G.” he said cheerfully as he walked with Richard to the closet. The fact Richard didn’t protest said alot... You know what fuck it, he excused himself to the bathroom once the closet door closed. Ignoring the jeers form the 3 other men.
He made sure to lock the door... unease in his stomach.
Picking up his cellphone he dialed Jimmy’s number and sat down on the cold floor waiting. The phone rang a few times, before it picked up, “Hey Grian!” a cheerful voice said as he could hear voices in the back of laughing and chatting. “Be right back guys, Ren don’t steal my cards.” he said and Grian had no doubt Jimmy with giving the ‘I’m watching you’ look to Ren.
“What’s up man, hows your night?” Jimmy asked him, voice as happy as ever, honestly the familiar tone made Grian relax a bit.
“Not to well.” Grian grumbled with a heavy sigh, “Jimmy, mind if me and Scar come on over? I don’t want to stay here any longer.” he asked in a smaller tone. His brown eyes staring at the ground.
A pause, “Sure G, need me to pick you up?” Jimmy asked, tone slightly worried and more serious, “Ren will no doubt come also if you feel you need him?” he suggested.
A faint smile tugged at Grian’s lips, Ren was a body builder, Richard was scared shitless of him even if he talked a big game. “Nah man, it’s just... Richard is an ass and I really don’t want to stay with him. I also don’t wanna go home tonight, just want some friends.” he admits, his voice did breka at the end. The night had been rough, and Grian was holding back tears of frustration.
“Yeah sure, tell you what, I’ll pay pal you some money, get all of us some comfort food. We’ll play cards against humanity and watch some Scooby doo tonight. You and Scar are more than welcome to stay a feww nights.” Jimmy suggested as Grian gavea weak laugh and smile.
Sniffling a bit he made a sound of agreement, “I’ll get some pizza for the oven and ice cream then.” he suggested. “And yes I’ll get Bdubs favorite, need to keep the gremlin pleased.” he joked lightly feeling a big better when Jimmy laughed also.
“Sounds like a great time, see you in 2 hours then G, I’ll let the others know.” Jimmy promised, “We’ll be here, promise.” warmth filled he at the words as he muttered a thanks and bye. Hanging up Grian laid his head back on the wall, he felt a bit better.
Honestly he was happy to have friends like these guys, sure each one of them was in their own form of weird relationship, but none of them pressured Grian to do anything. Scar approved of each of them, though had jokingly said if any of them hurt Grian he’d hurt them. As if any of them would, Grian took some breaths to calm down, he didn’t want to walk outside looking like he’d been crying.
Meanwhile, as Grian had went to the bathroom to call Jimmy, Scar looked at Richard who was grinning down at him.
“You know your small friend is quiet the tightest cunt I’ve ever met.” Richard grumbled, “Wonder if you are?” he purred in a slurred tone. “I’ll admit you’ve got quiet the abs on you.”
Scar snorted some laughter, “I try to at least work out, makes the job easier.” he said leaning closer to Richard who was grinning at that.
“Job?” Richard echoed a bit, hand coming up to ran over Scar’s exposed chest. “Could give a shit less what you do man, I need a fix, and frankly Grian isn’t being happy about helping me out.” he scowled a bit, Then turned back to eyeing up Scar and licking his lower lip.
A deep hum as Richard started to kiss on Scar’s neck a bit, pressing up to him, “I think you’d be interested in it.” his hand moving up Richard’s back, “I’ve never told Grian about it... though that might change soon with you here.”
Richard groaned out a bit as Scar was rubbing up his side then to his back and hair. He was also started to go lower, playing with the belt a bit and-
Sharp pain rushed through Richard’s backside, as Scar was grinning at him. Warmth ran down his back as something was yanked out. Richard stumbled back a bit as he looked at the other. Pale mask with a sinister smile looked back. In Scar’s hand was a knife, red with blood now that dripped onto the floor. “It’s not much of a job, but it works.” Scar growled, Richard tried to struggle, in his drunken haze. Though aware, his body wasn’t really wanting to work. Adrenalin trying to kick in as Scar started to stab him, covering his mouth to keep him from crying out for help.
Grian came into the room as he heard loud bangs from the closet, the other 3 had also started to notice. “Scar?’ Grian said as he went over and the door opened. He stared at Scar stepped out of the closet.
“Well he’s dead.” Scar said calmly, as Grian stared, the other was covered in blood, holding loosely in his hands a bloody knife. He was also wearing a strange mask, it was blue with white streaks and a even fanged smile.
One of the others said, “Scar that’s not funny man.” he said getting up a bit stumbly on his feet.
Scar smirked slightly, “I think it’s quiet funny.” he commented with a grin at them, “Not like anyone will miss him.”
Grian walked past Scar and over to the closet, and stared in shock at the blood running out of Richard, his eyes widen with horror, blood on his mouth and all over his chest and back. Bleeding out onto the floors, he bent down slowly and placed a hand on him shoving the guy and checking him. “He’s... he’s dead... like really dead!” he said in a higher pitched voice.
As soon as he said this, Scar moved, grabbing Kyle, the more skinny guy and slicing open his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” Mike yelled out as Kyle fell over gagging and sputtering on blood as he convulsed on the floor in pain. Possibly unable to breath as the blood filled his mouth and lungs.
Nick tried to rush at Scar, only to be over powered easily, Grian has seen Scar working out. He could easily take on Nick, who clearly was a twig from possibly doing drugs. Scar laughed as stabbed Nick in the chest, the other struggling. Mike came to his senses and went to help, Scar looked at him and grinned as he shoved Nick into Mike. Making them both stumble.
He went over and stabbed Nick in the back a few times as the other’s weight held down Mike. He was trying to get up, calling out for help, calling out Grian’s name. Too call the cops, to do something.
Grian felt numb though as he watched Scar toss aside Nick, and get on top of Mike, who was trying to hold back the knife from his neck. A small giggle escaping Scar’s mouth as he pushed down hard.
He watched in horror and shock as the knife buried itself into Mike’s windpipe, and he listened to the gurgling cry of pain from the guy. Scar stabbed him a few more times, once through the eye for good measure, then took a deep breath once Mike’s body went still and his gasping stopped.
Scar stood up and looked over at Grian, then crazed look softening, “Oh.. G... you weren’t suppose to find out this early.” he whispered softly, walking over to Grian pressed up to the wall, a few feet away from Richard’s body. He was trembling as Scar closed in on him.
“Shhh,” Scar whispered, bending down to him as he petted over Grian’s cheek with bloody fingers. Lifting the blue mask with the smile away from his face. “Just breath for me my Desert Flower.” he cooed, as Grian stared at him. His heart was racing, Scar was covered in his... currently dead X’s blood and his friends.
Grian licked his lower lip, he really couldn’t be finding this hot!? He just watched Scar murder people, easily holding them down without any effort, and slicing them open, he was covered in blood! Scar shushed him again, “You know G, I’ve always liked you... I just couldn’t stand seeing that nasty piece of work there push you past your comfort zone.” he near snarled, “He tried to fuck me in that closet when I stabbed him you know, he had no respect for you whatso ever... Gosh the others were all betting on when I’d kill them for you.”
Blinking a few times Grian swallowed, “Others?” he asked Scar in a croaking tone.
A smile, soft, sweet, gentle, “Jimmy was more than tempted to come here to help me hold Richard down.” he spat Richard's name. “He didn’t like how he made you feel, and after you helped him win over Tango he feels responsible for helping you back.”
That sent Grian’s mind reeling, “What... Jimmy... is...?’ he wasn’t sure how to form a sentence right now, trying to process what Scar was saying.
“Some call us a cult, but we aren’t... we find someone was love more than anything, we’d kill for them. Vexes is what they call us, know you’ve heard of us deary.” Scar whispered to him, hands petting Grian’s hair, leaving blood running through it. “Never thought I’d find my ‘Soulmate’ but they promised me I would... my little flower.”
The Vexes... Grian knew of them, they were a cult of murderers, the news say they stalked someone for a while that they believe is their ‘mate’ their true mate that these beings called Vexes tell them. Wearing a mask with fanged smiles on them, only one of them had been captured, that was how this cult had been found out. And she killed herself in prison. Now killings popped up now and then...
And Scar was one of them.
Much less finding out Jimmy was also one, did Tango know? Were theri others? Were some his friends? Grian swallowed again, as he stared into Scar’s eyes, they were a deep blueish red now, swirling with bloodlust, he was talking even though Grian could barely make it out over the ringing of his ears.
“I’ll call Jimmy to get him to come help, you don’t have to worry about setting the scene deary, I know how-” he cut off as Grian’s fingers reached out, and brushed over the blood that made it under the mask. Scar stared now, his voice drawing quiet as he watched Grian stare at him. Feeling the warmth of the blood under his fingers, Scar’s faint breathing, and calloused fingers on his own cheek.
Then as quick as ever Grian rushed forward pressing his lips to Scar’s own. The knife did clatter to the floor as Grian was on top of Scar, gripping the other’s hair as he pulled back only for seconds to breath between each kiss. Scar then pulled off and started to bite at Grian’s neck.
“o-Ow.” Grian said lightly as teeth made contact, pressing against Scar.
Scar pulled back, “You okay?” he asked as Grian nodded to him, pushing him down to keep going. Somehow Grian had ended up on the floor with Scar on top of him, biting at his neck and leaving hickeys as he did so. Grian letting out small gasps of pain and Scar making sure he’s okay between the ones that hurt.
After a while of this Grian was panting a bit, looking at Scar, fuck he wanted to continue but, “I think we need to wait to keep going once this is taken care of.” he breathed out, some blood in his hair as Richard’s blood hand been pooling to them and was now sticking to his hair and red sweater.
He was also covered in blood from Scar’s hands on his body and face. Scar looked down at him and grinned widely, “as much as I’d love to fuck you in a puddle of blood, you’re right, messes to clean up.” he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “You look beautiful covered in blood my songbird.” he mumbled to him then pressed another kiss to him.
After a moment of just staring at each other Scar did let Grian stand up, “I had called Jimmy a few minuets ago, he wanted us to pick up pizzas and ice cream after I told him what happened tonight.” he said sheepishly.
Scar chuckled with a fond smile, “Good thing I pack extra clothing, I’ll call Cub here to help with the bodies and get you back to their place... Pizza and ice cream sounds lovely for tonight with friends.”
Grian nodded in agreement as he sat back and waited while Scar called up Cub. Jimmy also showed up with some spare clothing for Grian at his place, stating that blood on his seats was nothing knew, and Tango would be driving him home while he helps Scar and Cub. He also had on a vex mask
. . .
The Drive back was silent for the first half, as Grian shifted, Tango gave him a sheepish smile, “Well... at least we don’t have to keep secrets any longer.” he joked lightly as Grian did give a small laugh at that.
A pause and Tango sighed, “I’ll listen Grian, if you have anything on your mind.” he offered. “I know I was reeling when I found out a few months back.” he offered to his friend
Grian shifted a bit, then groaned, “Tango I just made out with a killer who is also my best friend, and he just killed 4 people in front of me.” he hide his face in his hands, and gods he loved every minuet of it. Scar had been forceful, but gentle at the same time. Checking on him through the intense make out session they hand. He had some impressive bruises and bite marks on his neck. “And fuck Tango, he’s in a cult too!”
Tango did laugh a bit at Grian’s reaction, “Well you took it better than I did or even Ren’s last lover... who tried to call the cops on Ren.” he grimaced, honestly Grian wasn’t shocked. Ren’s last guy was found dead a year back... and it seems Grian now knew why. “Bdubs thought it was cool, so guess there is that. I fainted when I caught Jimmy stabbing my Ex.” he said sheepishly.
The passenger stared at his friend as Tango let out another laugh, “Yeah, woke up in Jimmy’s place as he explained everything. Confessing his love for me over and over, what he’d do for me, the peoples he’s killed for me. Honestly, bit much at first, but it ended in sex so... cant’ say your reaction was any better than mine.” he joked.
A pause as Grian looked back out the window, “Never would have guessed.” he commented casually.
“Dude same.” Tango laughed, “Like Cubby being in a cult? That submissive boy?” he grinned as Grian laughed also. “But Jimmy explained a bit, Vexes are supposedly a creature they give Blood and Sex to in return for powers. Not sure how true it is, but he fully believes his life became better. The same he joined he met you, and I suddenly asked you for help in confessing my love to him.
“Jimmy is fully convinced this, and frankly I’m in too deep to do anything against him... not that I’d want to, I love him too much.” Tango sighed heavily, and looked over at Grian for a moment, “I promise G, you’re not alone in this.”
They started to pull up to the house as Tango parked the car, “Come on, Ren and Bdubs are inside and got you a hot bath ran. Take all the time you need, we can talk more once you get out... Scar and them might be a while as they’re also gonna pick up the food.”
Nodding, Grian got out with Tango to get this blood off him, it was starting to harden and flake. And a hot bath sounded great, even if his neck and collar bone felt tender. He was thankful that Ren just greeted him like normal sitting on the couch with Bdubs, they seemed to have paused their card game.
Grian left to the bathroom while Tango told the two he was taking it slow. He had alot to think about, licking his swollen lips. For a moment he tasted the blood on them, thinking back to Scar on top of him, biting down into his neck.
He took a deep breath... he’d have alot of questions for that idiot when he got back.
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This took on a life of it’s own, and honestly kind of want to do more with his idea. Going into more stories of the Vex Cult of Killers. Maybe something a bit more NSFW with Scar and Grian.
Cub pretty much flirts with everyone in the friend group, confident whore, we love him.
Most make Tango a vex, but I decided to spice it up and make it Jimmy this time.
Spelling errors and grammar can’t be bothered right now, I’m too tired to care and it is 8am.
