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#etho asking if the marriage is a happy one and both bdubs and impulse saying it's a great marriage.
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I'm finally getting to Impulse's episode, and. uh. The CCs really saw the lovey-dovey potential that Soulbound/Soulmate concept had and ran with it, huh. ... Is that a green light for us to run with it as well? Because if so... >:)
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puer-aurea · 3 months
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mercenary au relationships
enemies, romantic, familial, etc ykyk key: big dogs ren heart foundation mounders roomies gem and the scotts lizzie and scar
romantic first ranchers enjoyers arent gonna be happy w this one bc uhhh jimmy and tango arent together! im a big fan of the canary and his miner so uhhh jimmy and mumbo <3 (do we have a name for them or is it just the canary and his miner?) tango and skizz are in a relationship and they both have a crush on bigb and want to ask him out but hes always coincidentally disappearing when they have enough courage to ask him lizzie and joel are dating, but marriage is a lot different for elves than it is for most other species, and since joel cannot for the life of him figure out what lizzie is, he hasnt proposed bc he knows nothing abt her marriage beliefs martyn has the biggest crush on ren and its obvious to everyone BUT ren. martyns super broke tho while ren seems wealthy enough so he thinks ren is out of his league jimmy and scott are exes. scott is still hung up on jimmy but convinces himself jimmy's the one hung up on him (based on scott referencing flower husbands in secret life while jimmy was just doin what joel told him to do) gem and pearl are ace lesbians. no more info needed impulse and scar have no romantic relationships, impulse bc he just isnt interested in anyone and scar bc hes aroace i havent fully figured out what i want for the roomies + bdubs in a romantic or familial sense. i know for sure bdubs and grian are fae brothers, and cleo and etho have no kids, but beyond that idk if i want cletho or ethubs or roomies polycule, or ffs etho/grian. idk yet man! its hard family like i said, grian and bdubs are fae brothers pearl and scar say theyre siblings but dont elaborate on how ones a vamp and ones an elf jimmy and martyn are biological siblings and lizzie found them one day when they were all younger and decided she was their sister. theyre probably the only ones who have an inkling of a clue as to what she is cleo and gem were siblings when cleo was fully alive, whether they still are depends who you ask. (they both still say they are) pearl acts like a mother to all the mounders none of the heart foundation have family in their little village and neither do either of the scotts enemies sorta the big dogs do not have a good relationship w the heart foundation bc martyn broke into it looking for a place to stay but refused to accept skizz offering them a temp place for free bc it made him feel like they hit a whole new low scar thinks most of the village doesnt like him but theyre just suspicious of him since no one can remember actually buying from him bigb acts like hes suspicious of everyone but hes just anxious and weird lizzie and joel both have a slight dislike of scott but for very different reasons on that note, lizzie also has a slight dislike of skizz for the same reason as scott (angels are more perceptive than most, but still not enough)
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l0ve-persevering · 1 year
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A Bethubs fic
Full fic (hopefully) below the cut but here’s the link, I’d appreciate any comments or kudos ! :D
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42578517
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Set after a session end of Double Life, Bdubs is curious to see the newly built Relation-ship... and also to ask after the relationship that built said ship. Teasing and kisses ensue!
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Tags - kissing, fluff, teasing. SFW! 
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Homewreckers
Etho appeared silently behind him. Most people were spooked when they found him there, but Bdubs could almost sense him behind, a slight musky smell that came along with him alerting him to his presence.
“Hey buddy,” He said casually, though his hands were gripped tightly around his axe, “What’re you doing here? It is kinda the end of the session, you know.”
“I just… came over to have a look at your boat.” He gently slapped the side of it, feeling the coarse wood beneath his palm. Etho moved so he was mirroring Bdubs, now leaning against the side of his relation-ship.
“And what do you think?” His eyes crinkled fondly as he stared at the smaller man.
“It’s a… nice boat!” Bdubs spluttered, “A real nice one. I mean, it can’t do anything on a mid-century modern house, but it’s nice, I guess*.”* Etho chuckled warmly, looking happier than Bdubs had seen him this season.
“It’s a relation-ship, I think you mean. And speaking of…” He cleared his throat softly, “How’s Impulse? Strong marriage still… going strong?” Bdubs bit the inside of his cheek at the tinge of bitterness in Etho’s voice.
“We’re fine,” Etho tilted his head. If he noticed the slight hesitation, he didn’t mention anything. “Why’d you want to know?” He flashed a cheeky grin towards the taller, “You jealous?”
“You want me to be?” He shot back, his cheery tone covering the strain in his voice, “I mean, c’mon Buddy, you really think I believe you came by just to see the base?”
Bdubs folded his arms. “Maybe I did. And I just wanted to check that you hadn’t changed your clothes. Joel came by earlier,” He added in response to Etho’s confused head tilt, “With his embroidered Etho face. But- hey-” he pouted at his triumphant eye crinkle, “-that doesn’t mean I’m jealous! No, no. I am perfectly happy about your marriage.” At that, Etho sucked in a breath between his teeth.
“Bubs…” The old nickname slipped out before he could push it down: Bdubs chewed back a smile at it, shuffling his feet a little closer towards the taller, “you know I’m not married to Joel, right?” Bdubs huffed, unable to contain a bright grin of relief.
“Well, now I do! People could’ve told me, I was going crazy over here,” he said, eyes bright, before adding as almost an afterthought, voice fond and soft, “still doesn’t mean I was jealous.” Etho snorted.
“I just call it how I see it,” He hesitated as he almost reached out to touch Bdubs; at the last second, he let his hand fall, covering his embarrassment with a cough, “Are you saying that, although you’re in a ‘happy marriage’ and I’m not, you’re the one that’s jealous?”
“Hey! You’re oversimplifying here. It’s not that easy.” Bdubs blabbered, taking a step back from Etho.
“How?” The word left his mouth before he could stop it, immediately feeling guilty as discomfort flashed across Bdubs’ face. He let out a soft exhale.
”I don’t know- it-it just is.” He sputtered. His eyes were darting around the map now, a light dusting of pink settling on his face. Etho could feel his face burning underneath his mask and he adjusted it to hide the blush.
“I’m-”
“You know-”
They both started at the same time, both breaking off when they realised the other was talking. Bdubs was blushing heavily now, pulling the sleeves of his moss-like hoodie down to his fingers and stretching out the arms.
“You go first,” He offered. Etho cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Just that- y’know. Sorry for putting you on the spot like that.”
“Oh!” He said, surprise apparent on his face. “Thank you, Etho.” Though he knew that Bdubs had already lied to him more times than he could blink this session, he didn’t doubt for a second that what he said was entirely genuine with him.
“Your turn now, I guess.” He said with a smile.
“Right! Yes. You know about Cleo and Scott’s little arrangement, right?” Etho cocked his head, Bdubs blushing further and talking faster throughout the question.
“Yeah, I mean I think everyone knows.”
“They’re not with their soulmates! But they’re uh- they’re happy!” Bdubs said, his voice only getting warmed up as he talked.
“What are you proposing, Bubs?” He asked, voice soft and hiding a grin behind his mask. Bdubs widened his eyes, immediately scowling.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I am- I am proposing nothing. Do you have something to tell me?” He asked accusatorily, though the quiver of hope in his voice said otherwise. Etho winked at Bdubs, leaning back against the ship. He whipped his moss-covered arms up to his cheeks to avoid Etho seeing his flush.
“Nothing of interest, Bubs, nothin’ of interest.”
“Well, great then! I was just bringing it up because- I don’t know - I always forget about it, is all.”
“Right, right.” Again, the silence seemed to stretch for miles. Bdubs shuffled around, stomping his boots against the hard-packed dirt. Etho leant his head against the Relation-ship, listening as the warped wood seemingly creaked in protest. Stupid, he told himself, wood doesn’t talk. Still, he was reminded of the days he spent with Joel, cutting the wood so that his soulmate could force them into shape.
The twinge of guilt was scrubbed away as the pine and moss scent that Bdubs had carried him back to the present.
“-Etho? You alright there, pal?” His eye snapped back to Bdubs, who was staring concernedly at him. He nodded, waving off the concern.
“Just zoned out for a second. What were you saying?” Bdubs looked around, staring up at the sky as he picked at the skin around his fingernails.
“Starting to get real dark. I wish I had my clock with me, but I left it back in my base - I was gonna head back to Hermitcraft.”
“That reminds me, actually!” Etho ran over to one of his chests, bending half over as he rummaged through the mess. Bdubs’ eyes caught onto his upper thigh. Now that wasn’t his fault. It was **right in front of his eye line. And he couldn't help that! So he tried to move his eyes away - but they were just- they were stuck right there. And then they moved further up.
And if he wasn’t complaining about his ‘forced’ view, that was simply between him and the Watchers.
Etho closed the chest with a click, holding something big and heavy in the palm of his hand. “I’ve wanted to give you this- were you just checking me out?” At that point, his glued eyeballs (he’d decided they must’ve **been glued for him to not be able to move them like that) suddenly unstuck themselves and he snapped his eyes away, looking up - to the sky, the ground, the ship, anywhere than where he wanted was forced to look at before.
“No!” He said. And then, indignant, “Of course not! What kind of gentleman do you take me for?”
“One that was checking me out just now!” Etho said, voice full of disbelief as he sat down on the chest with a soft flump. Bdubs scoffed, voice high and panicked.
“Well- okay, maybe I was! But you have no proof!” He covered his face with his sleeves so that Etho couldn’t see the spreading flush across his cheeks and ears.
Etho scoffed, though he regarded Bdubs warmly, “My eye- is it just useless now?”
“Oh-” Bdubs dismissed his qualm with a wave of his palm, “Your eye has needed checking since third life. You can barely see a block away.”
“Lies! What lies. You just liked to fuss,” He said ruefully. Bdubs sat down on the grass below him, leaning against the ship, Etho fiddling with whatever he had in his hand.
“Well that is true,” He admitted after a short pause, “If only Impulse-” Etho cocked his head up from his fidgeting: eyes alert and something that looked almost (Bdubs felt a flip in his stomach as he thought it) protective washing across his face.
“If only Impulse? He’s treatin’ you right?”
Bdubs flapped his hand again. “Yes, yes, it’s just- it’s stupid!”
“I’ve heard plenty stupid things, Bubs. Many of them coming from you,” He added, winking at Bdubs (who flushed a dark red, much to the delight of the former).
“He’s- well.” Bdubs scowled, forming a pout (clocking how Etho’s eyes drifted down to his lips when he did so), “He’s agreeable. He- he makes things real easy! He’s kind, smart - willing to go through fire for me. So it makes it hard when…” He trailed off at Etho’s raised eyebrows.
“When you miss me, the unagreeable, mean, unforgiving guy that I am?” Although the words were blunt, his tone was teasing, corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile and his ears were bright red.
“Oh, come off of it, Etho,” He said with a lopsided grin, “No Canadian is all bad.” Etho tsked in response, looking down at the item in his hands.
“For you,” He offered, stretching out his hand and letting Bdubs get a close look at what it was. He choked on a gasp - it was his clock.
But not his clock of this world.
He scrambled to his feet, lifting it out of Etho’s grasp.
“Oh, Eth…” He let the nickname slip through his lips as he ran his hands over the worn gold, intricately made. Four letters were on the rim of the clock, spelling out their old group, graffiti scratched into it on all sides (Bdubs still remembered chasing Skizz around with a blushed face and a high shout as he scratched into the gold surface an E + B surrounded by a heart). And there was a crack, too. Right across the face. Etho cleared his throat as Bdubs ran his finger down the edge.
“That was from my permadeath. I was uh-” He laughed, embarrassed for the first time in the conversation, “I was wearing it when it all… ended for me.” He glossed over the part where he was killed by his current given ‘soulmate’.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” He breathed, looking up at Etho for the first time since he was presented with the clock. “I- Thank you, so much,” Etho stood up, towering over the smaller man. He hadn’t quite realised how close they were before standing, but Xisuma would have his name pronounced correctly before he’d be stepping back first.
“No problem,” He said with a chuckle, “Although after all the lies you’ve told me today, I was considering keeping it for myself.” Bdubs took a step back, reeling.
“How’d you-” Etho moved forwards, now even closer to Bdubs than before. He could feel Bdubs’ rapid breathing on his chest.
“You used the same lies for all partners, Bubs. Doesn’t take a Grumbot to figure out what you’re doing,” He said, watching in amusement as Bdubs seemingly shrunk in on himself (how that was possible, Etho wasn’t sure - he wasn’t unconvinced that Bdubs had a spine like a cat, able to stretch as he pleased), avoiding Etho’s gaze. “Wanna tell me why you lied to me?”
Bdubs retreated a little further, back reaching the hull of the Relation. Etho positioned himself so that he was leaning over Bdubs, one arm by the shorter man’s head (the other side was completely free. Bdubs could walk away any time he wanted to.)
Bdubs stayed.
“Bubs…” He said softly, hooking two fingers under Bdub’s chin and lifting it up so he could look into his eyes.
He pretended not to notice how his stomach flipped over as Bdubs melted into his touch.
“Okay, fine,” He muttered finally, sullen and pouting, “I was a little jealous.” At that Etho cocked his head to the side, “Fine! A lot jealous. Joel is…”
“Married,” Etho said firmly, “To… not me.” He dropped his fingers from Bdubs’ chin, the moss man leaning back against the Relation completely with a sigh. “Is your relationship not working out as you planned?” He asked innocently. Too innocently. Bdubs smacked him lightly.
“I could say the same thing to you! You… you Yellow Lifer,” He said the words tauntingly, “And this whole… jealousy thing is a two-way street!”
“Perhaps, but I’m not exactly in a passive-aggressive, homewrecking marriage over it.”
For some reason, he was grinning wildly.
He inched slightly closer to Bdubs, who scowled, muttering something under his breath along the lines of ‘stupid… Canadians… anime-lookin’… cocky… Redstoner.’
So nothing bad about Etho, then.
He regarded the builder with a cheeky grin, now leaning his other hand on the other side of Bdubs’ head, pinning him fully in.
Bdubs, funnily enough, didn’t seem to care.
“So, what do we do now?” He asked, brow furrowed in mock confusion.
“Go back to Hermitcraft?” Bdubs suggested, smile twisted as though he already knew Etho’s answer.
“no. Do I really need to spell it out for you, Bubs? You’re jealous. I’m jealous-”
“So we kiss and make up? C’mon, baby, I’m married.”
Etho just shrugged. “Been married before.”
Bdubs snorted. “You’re never going to let this go?”
Etho pulled down his mask, flashing him a lopsided grin.
“I think you’d better confess your undying love to me.” Etho lowered his head, so his forehead was touching Bdubs’.
Bdubs tried to murmur ‘unlikely,’ but he was already pulling Etho’s neck down into a deep kiss.
Etho tries to pull away, grinning, but Bdubs just pulls him back, kissing him harder.
“Predictable,” He whispers against his lips.
Later, as they sit together, hands entwined and heads pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle, Bdubs whispers quietly (resulting in quiet Etho giggles), “I think I like being a homewrecker.”
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