Archive of Our Own

Jesse leaned crossed arms against a wooden oak fence, looking out into the surrounding biome beyond Beacontown’s stone walls. The sun was setting, a chilly breeze ruffling his hair and sending shivers down his spine. He stretched his back with a yawn, hearing the pop of joints, stiff from their prolonged stationary position.  

He had been working tirelessly for weeks. Or months. What was today’s date? It had been a while now since he took on the role of Hero-in-residence (Mayor, some would say). Jesse couldn’t even remember the last time he stepped foot outside town. There was just too much to do after all the damage Romeo had done.  

That didn’t include the time it took convincing the townspeople he was the real Jesse, not the controlling maniac the Admin made him appear to be. It had to have been almost 6 months since the incident, and a few people still flinched away from the sound of his voice.  

No matter. Jesse was a man of the people, living to ensure everyone was not only happy and safe, but free to live as creatively as they pleased. Which is where the long hours came in. The constant stream of meetings and letters, resource requests and building permissions that conflicted with one another was a mission in and of itself. Sometimes he wished to return to running from a Witherstorm or portal hopping through multiple worlds. Anything to get his butt out of a chair for the entire light of day.  

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and hearing his stomach rumble. Right. He’d skipped lunch for the third day in a row, painstakingly wracking his brain for a way to ensure everyone was happy. He eyed his desk through the closed balcony door. A fresh pile of letters likely deposited by his intern while he came out to watch the sun set. More requests, no doubt. He was in for a long night.  

He took one last look at the sun dipping beneath the distant mountains before heading back inside, closing the door behind him. A fire in the hearth warmed his arrival; the chill leaving his bones as he approached his desk chair. The new stack wasn’t too big; a blessing for his sleep schedule.  

He also noted the appearance of a tray with a loaf of bread and mushroom stew, a note next to them with Radar’s handwriting. “Don’t forget to eat, Sir! You aren’t helping anyone on an empty stomach!” Jesse smiled at the note, reaching for the loaf and stew. He scarfed it down graciously, feeling his hunger restore and energy levels stabilize. Setting the empty bowl aside, he reached for the first letter of the stack.  

“Building request.” He read aloud, setting it aside and reaching for the next. He sorted through them; majority being building requests, ideas to improve safety for all residents, and new strip-mining location suggestions. The last one of the stack was twice the thickness of the others. He held it up curiously, flipping it over to examine it closely. It was blank of any information besides his name written in perfect calligraphy (that he would recognize anywhere). He smiled, hugging the package close to his chest. It had been forever since he’d seen the author! The realization that Jesse hadn’t made time for his blonde best friend dawned on him. He’d have to make up for it as soon as things in town calmed down.  

He carefully ripped along the seam, exposing the contents. A small leather-backed book and a thin paper note were revealed. Jesse dumped them out on his desk, quickly picking up the note and scanning its contents.  

“Sorry it took me so long to finish. Finding some fresh eyes for my final edit was... well, you could call it an adventure. We hardly see you anymore. I hope you’re taking care of yourself up there. Radar tells me you are, but as you must know, he’s a terrible liar. I can see the worry that plagues him and can’t help but mirror it. Take a break for me, would you? 

Anyway, this is my first copy. The original, actually. I wanted you to have it. It seemed like the right choice, especially since you are the main character! The name is still subject to change. Maybe you’d like to assist in that regard? 

I know you’re busy, but I think Beacontown can go one day without its Hero. Come visit when you’re done reading. Or whenever! You know where I am, and I know Dewey would love to see you again. Me too, now that I think about it. 

Don’t be a stranger.” 

- Lukas 

Jesse read it over a few times, hearing Lukas’ voice as he read it. It lifted a weight in his chest he hadn’t noticed before. His heart fluttering at the thought of Lukas sitting at his desk, smiling to himself as he finished this note, and packaging it up with his novel. Jesse placed the note down and instead reached for the novel. “The Admin Error.” He flipped through the contents, scanning over the hundreds of pages.  

As much as he’d love to drop everything and indulge, he still had several matters that needed attending. They just needed a quick response and he’d be face first in Lukas’ story telling.  

It was about 2 hours later when he’d finally found a solution that mostly worked for all the requests. He tidied up his brainstorming notes, carefully moving the one from Lukas to rest against an image of him and his friends in the item frame on his desk. Jesse stood then, stretching his back with a few straining pops. He picked up the novel and decided to head towards his spare room. It was for nights exactly like this, when he’d spent too much time working to make the journey home (His home was right outside the tower they repurposed into Jesse’s office above the order hall, but so many stairs!). 

He collapsed on his bed, exhaustion immediately taking hold of his consciousness. He fought it off, eagerly wanting to get at least one chapter into the novel before passing out. He manoeuvred around, flipping to lay on his back and holding the book above him.  

Before he could even fully open it, a thin envelope fell from the back of the book, dropping flat against his face. He let out a surprised “Oof,” placed the book down beside him and then reached for the envelope.  

“If you’re reading this, you’ve finished my novel!” It said written on the outside. Jesse guiltily eyed the words, knowing he should wait until he was done the book to open this new mystery letter’s contents. But damn, Lukas! What kind of person puts their friend, who everyone knows has little self-control, in a position like this? 

He contemplated for another minute, before deciding to open the letter. He could always read the book right after. It’s not like he didn’t know the story. Heck, he lived it! 

The letter was short, barely a paragraph. 

“Jesse. I know things have been difficult after everything with the Admin. I know you think it, but none of it is your fault, and though some may still have their reservations, everyone in town knows it.  

Please don’t bottle it up. I care about you more than I could convey in writing. And I’d like to see you again.  

You and that enchanting smile of yours.  

When you have time, please come see me. There are some things we need to talk about.” 

‘You and that Enchanting smile....’  

Jesse found himself reading that line repeatedly, his heart doing flips in his chest. Was this some sort of confession? Or was he just reading too far into it? Lukas always had a way with words, calling Jesse handsome multiple times throughout their adventures. But that was always just friendly banter, a statement he would return to the blonde man, for Lukas himself was incredibly attractive. His fair pale skin and blonde hair that he always kept styled nicely. His cyan blue eyes that lit up when he smiled and laughed. His slender but lightly muscular form that advertised defence over offence, range over melee.  

Lukas was beautiful. In both body and soul.  

They may not have always been friends, but Jesse is consistently glad Petra was right in the beginning, when she told him to give Lukas a chance. He never would have known the kindhearted man as good as he did today.  

Jesse sat up, resting his back against the wooden planks of the wall behind him, and continued to scan the note. He had no idea what to do next. 

One thing was for certain; he was no longer exhausted. In fact, his mind was racing with one clear task; get up and find Lukas. 

The logical part of his brain (curse him) interrupted his runaway minecart of thought. He could make the attempt to go right now, see if the writer was home and awake this late at night (likely, knowing him). But what would that change? He’d have to come right back tomorrow morning to the endless requests and suggestions from the town’s people. 

Jesse knew at that moment; he needed a change. This life of paperwork and meetings with potential trade partners from different worlds throughout the network; it was not Him.  

Jesse used to live for adventure! Not nearly as much as his good friend Petra, of course. There was no stopping that woman; he envied her tenacity. But he still ached to get back out there. Explore a few abandoned temples for some fun puzzles and interesting loot. Maybe not items that open portals to new worlds, however. He was steering clear of those things for the near future.  

He removed himself from the bed and tucked the letter into his inventory. He started pacing back and forth in the small bedroom, weighing the options and deciding the best course of action.  

A knock on his office door drew his attention. With a quick glance at Lukas’ book, he bent down to pick it up and started towards the door. Before he could make it all the way, it opened, Radar stepping into the faint light from his desktop lantern.  

“Sir- I mean, Jesse!” He giggled. “You are still awake! Unexpected, if I can be honest.” 

“Radar!” Jesse said enthusiastically, reaching to shake the younger man’s hand. “I am just as surprised as you.” 

 His intern approached the desk, collecting the completed requests from their folder. Jesse quietly thanked him, the younger man nodding in return. 

“I see you opened the package from Lukas.” Radar commented, motioning to the book in Jesse’s hand. “He’ll be thrilled to hear you’ve started it.” 

“Yeah.” Jesse answered, scratching the back of his head nervously. “Did you- was Lukas here today?”  

“He was!” Radar exclaimed. “Just this morning. Sorry I didn’t get his package to you right away. Nell invited some of her friends from the Old Builders Games. I’ve been helping them find sections in town to build their homes. It’s been a little challenging.” His eyes fell to the floor and smile wavered. “I’m happy we’re welcoming everyone, but Jesse. Do you think Beacontown is getting a little too... crowded?”  

Jesse thought about it, already knowing the answer he’d give the co-hero. “Definitely.” He motioned to the papers in Radar’s hands for emphasis. “So, Radar. What do you think we can do about it?” 

“Y-you want my advice?” Radar’s eyes locked with his. When Jesse smiled and nodded, the younger man’s face lit up in a toothy smile. He set the requests back down and threw his hands in the air. “I have the PERFECT plan! Well... plan maybe isn’t the word for it. BUT I have ideas!”  

Radar began pacing back and forth, rambling his thoughts off at a rapid speed. Jesse, having witnessed this same scene unfold many times, stood patiently while the other spoke. He heard mention of expanding outwards, tearing down the stone wall that kept the monsters out (and replacing it further out). He heard Radar’s ideas of encouraging newcomers to build upwards in the sky (where a few builds already resided), and downwards below the ground (making use of the mines they’ve stripped).  

Overall, the intern had some good ideas. Jesse was not worried in the slightest; he knew he’d picked the perfect person to replace him. Radar cared about Beacontown and its inhabitants more than anybody. 

Jesse’s smile softened. He crossed his arms, still holding the novel loosely, and shook his head as he waited for his excited intern to finish. Radar noticed Jesse’s posture a second later, quietly excusing himself.  

“You have wonderful ideas, Radar.” Jesse said, approaching the intern and clasping a hand on his shoulder. He guided the younger man towards the door and they both exited into the hallway. “I am confident you’ll find the best course of action.” 

Radar stopped in his tracks. “J-Jesse? Does that mean... what I think it means?”  

Jesse jokingly quirked a brow at him. “What do you think it means?” 

“You-You’re putting me in charge of this?” He said breathlessly.  

Jesse pat him on the back, knocking him forward slightly. “I think you’re ready, Radar. And I can’t think of anyone better suited to the task.”  

Radar exploded with glee, rushing towards Jesse and crushing him in a tight hug. He let go just as quickly, his smile never fading. His face got serious, and he raised his right hand in a salute. “I won’t let you down, Jesse sir!”  

Jesse straightened up, arms behind his back. “At ease, soldier!” He said, both of them eyeing each other seriously before collapsing into comfortable laughter. “I know you won’t.” He concluded. They bid one another a final farewell. Jesse waved the younger man away as he headed down the hallway.  

He almost passed the entrance to the treasure room, but nostalgia took hold and halted his footsteps. After a moment of thought, he back tracked and flipped the lever next to the iron door. It clicked open immediately.  

Truth be told, he’d spent significantly less time in this room, since the aftermath of the Admin. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably the last time they were all together; Axel, Olivia, Petra, Lukas and Him.  

He cautiously made his way up towards the displays of the treasures they’d claimed on their past adventures through the portal network. He could recall each item’s significance, as if they’d obtained them just yesterday. Jesse stopped in front of the white pumpkin, holding it up while reminiscing about the murder mystery case they helped solve.  

Fondly, he remembered Lukas. The blonde had chased the murderer through the mansion, only to get tricked and framed into being guilty. Even if Jesse hadn’t been with him at the time, he knew Lukas wasn’t a killer. He hardly even engaged in combat when his life was on the line, always opting for another way. It was worrying at times, but Jesse was happy to protect the man and could trust him to make the right call when he needed to.  

He placed the pumpkin back, strolling over to the next display to pick up the Eversource crown.  

Obtaining the crown was... well, an adventure, of course! Jesse almost didn’t feel right keeping it from the people of Sky City. He knew they were better off now, feet on the ground with a whole world of possibilities, but something about him holding the key to unlimited resources still nagged at his consciousness. He wondered how the Founder was doing, her and Benedict. Her people, too. He hoped they were all getting along well.  

A bile taste surfaced at the thought of Aiden. Jesse had shown mercy on the tyrant, letting the true victims of his crimes decide his fate. To this day, however, he could not find it in his heart to forgive the man.  

He could remember the panic that filled his lungs as he watched Adien kick Lukas; his friend spiralling down off the floating island into the unknown below. He didn’t even have time to scream his name before he felt himself barrelling over the side after him. Had Aiden kicked him over as well? Or did he himself lunge after his friend, hoping to somehow save him? Jesse couldn’t recall.  

He placed the crown down carefully, writing a mental note to ask Ivor to check in on Sky City (or whatever they call themselves now) when he comes back from his latest expedition with Harper.  

Jesse heard the pulsing of his next treasure. He approached it hesitantly; its faint red glow illuminated his tired face. The Redstone heart. It beat in a continuous rhythm, the imitation of a living heart. The sound, where others might consider soothing, gave Jesse goosebumps.  

This particular item had plenty of history. Not only did the entity that operated with it enslave his friends and turn them against him, but it had also almost constructed a portal to free itself from its own world and ‘perfect’ all the others. Jesse, Petra, Ivor and Lukas had just barely escaped from that one, with the latter unfortunately taking the worst of it. Jesse wished he could have saved Lukas in the beginning immediately after Petra, but PAMA had other plans, quickly retreating with Harper in its grasp.  

Lukas didn’t blame him; he knew that. He got through to him in the end, saving the blonde just before PAMA could hide its heart away. It still didn’t help quell the fear that he felt, when he had to climb through the super computer's components, clutching the unconscious taller man tightly against his back. He couldn’t even feel if the man was breathing, the adrenaline thankfully keeping him from fainting. He stumbled at the top, dropping Lukas’ body rougher than he meant to. He heard Petra and Ivor step up behind them, their presence calming him slightly until he sprang into action.  

He held Lukas’ hand tightly, shouting his name at a higher volume than likely necessary. He didn’t care. He remembers saying something about the man being ‘too strong to be taken down by some computer’ and that they needed him. 

He can still remember the relief he felt upon hearing Lukas’ dry cough and his weak voice say, “Didn’t know you cared so much, Jesse.”  

Jesse had crushed the poor guy in what was likely a painful hug, but could remember Lukas returning it, slightly nuzzling into the embrace. He’d stayed by Lukas’ side all the way to the exit portal and up the stairs that Harper had revealed to them in the portal network.  

Jesse dropped the Redstone heart and stepped over to the portal atlas. Retrieving this one was not easy, nor a good time.  

He remembers seeing red, watching as both Lukas and Ivor dropped to the lava lit glass floor during an impromptu game of spleef. Lukas shouted something up to Jesse, before pistons activated and crushed the two, their inventories exploding out in front of his eyes. 

Jesse had never felt rage like he had in that moment. His usual practice of ‘not harming your fellow man’ died when he watched his best friend (and Ivor) die in some stupid contraption. He readied his diamond sword, swinging it at the people around him, those that didn’t seem to care that people were DYING. A falling block of ignited TNT was headed straight for him and with a swipe from his sword he sent it back, knocking the guy who threw it from his pedestal. It wasn’t until Petra was holding him back that he finally listened to the one in charge; a maniac known as Hadrian.  

Learning that Lukas and Ivor were alive, having ‘respawned’ and sent to work in the Nether quartz mines, calmed Jesse enough to form a deal. Win these so called ‘games,’ and he and his friends would finally be free to go home. Jesse wasted no time freeing Lukas and Ivor from the Nether prison, hugging them close the first chance he got. 

“I watched you die.” He said solemnly to Lukas. Ivor and Petra had already left for the challenger dormitories to rest for the night.  

Lukas had laughed softly and scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit of his Jesse often observed. “Yeah, not an experience I would recommend.” His eyes met the shorter mans. “Glad to not be though.” 

When the taller man went to walk away, Jesse grabbed his arm to halt him. He just needed to feel Lukas’ pulse, make sure he wasn’t imagining the man he watched die somehow alive in front of him. Lukas paused, confused at first. He then knowingly smiled at him and reached for the hand that held him, fingers threading into Jesse’s easily.  

Jesse felt the breath he was holding slip out, his heart calming from the sudden intimacy of the touch. He attempted his softest smile up at the blonde man, though he knew Lukas had the power to see right through him. They stood there in silence for a few brief moments, glancing at one another with flushed cheeks (from the chill of the Tundra biome; they’d both internally convinced themselves). Lukas was the first to part, letting go of his hand and pushing Jesse by the lower part of his back towards the dormitories. He mumbled something about an ‘early start tomorrow’ and how Jesse would ‘need his strength to win them a ticket out of here in the morning.’ 

All Jesse could focus on was the warm feeling that Lukas’ touch had left, chalking it up to the disbelief he still felt at the sight of Lukas alive. And if he didn’t get a wink of sleep, waking constantly to check that the blonde man was still in bed across the room from him, well, that was his own problem.  

In the end, Jesse was able to rally all the other challengers in the game. Together they overpowered the old builders, obtained the portal atlas, and promptly returned to their respective homes. The next few weeks after their portal hopping days were fuzzy, Jesse could hardly remember doing anything of note in that time frame.  

He set the atlas down again and turned away from the pedestals. The portrait and memorial to Rueben came into view as Jesse stepped forwards. He smiled, remembering his old friend.  

“Miss ya, buddy.” Jesse said, feeling a yawn taking over. He’d spent longer than he’d meant to in here reminiscing, according to the clock on the furthest wall. He gave the portrait one last glance before exiting the treasure room. He sprinted down the tower stairs and out the door, exiting Order Hall entirely. 

The streets were typically deserted this late at night, save for Bad Luck Alley where Jack and Nurm’s shop resided. Redstone lanterns each equipped with their own daylight sensors lit every corner of the streets within the walls of Beacontown’s borders. Everywhere you looked, unique and incredible builds could be seen, from the most intricate towers to the simplest statues.  

Beacontown’s denizens were so creative! Jesse always enjoyed his walks through the streets, viewing everything on display.  

A cold breeze reminded him he’d forgotten to put on a jacket before exiting, and he tucked his arms together to keep some warmth. He couldn’t exactly remember his goal, out here alone in the streets with nothing but the novel his best friend had written and the reminder that said friend had something to tell him. Was he just going to Lukas’ house? Should he?  

Jesse paused at the center of the bridge leading out of town. The wind ruffled through the leaves of the few trees that stood in the surrounding meadow. The faint groans of zombies and clanking bones of skeletons could be heard in the distance, not close enough to be of any concern, however.  

He really couldn’t decide what to do. It was clear, the life behind a desk was not for him, but was adventuring? As much as he missed it, could he really chase after treasure the whole rest of his life? Did he even want that? The constant threat of unknown danger at every turn, the perilous traps and terrains to traverse, the worry of losing someone close to you. 

In reality, Jesse didn’t truly miss his adventuring days all that much... the adventuring part at least. Sure, it was fun and all, but the constant threats they faced, and the friends they’d lost along the way, had left a negative feeling towards it.  

Jesse missed his friends. They went from being together every day to only seeing one another a few times a year. He was starting to understand Petra’s frustration back before the whole Admin debacle.  

Though, now that he thinks of it, standing out here alone in the cold dead of night, he likely never would have gotten to know Lukas if they hadn't started their first adventure, when the world was in peril. Jesse never openly hated the guy, the other ocelots maybe, but there was always something about the blonde that Jesse found intriguing. Lukas was an amazing builder; the rainbow beacon he and his team had made during Endercon was amazing! There was no question why it won first prize.  

Jesse also came to know just who Lukas was. Thoughtful and kind, but also not afraid to stand up for himself. On their first night after the Witherstorm’s awakening, Axel, Olivia, Lukas and himself had crafted a quick dirt hut to wait out the night. Axel had always had a problem with the blonde and made his disdain for him well known in the confines of the shelter. Lukas was nice enough to apologize for his friend’s behavior, but when Axel wouldn’t drop the rude attitude, he decided he’d heard enough and left. Jesse could remember the day vividly.  

A downpour started a few seconds after he left, and Jesse couldn’t leave the guy out in the rain and cold alone, so he chased after him. He’d found Lukas set up a campfire in a cave a few chunks away. At first, he didn’t seem happy to see Jesse, but after a bit of discussion, and a shared cookie, the blonde seemed to relax. 

“I’m really sorry about Axel.” Jesse finally admitted after staring into the fire for a few quiet moments. He eyed the other man. “I wish I could say he’s not normally like this, but that would be a lie.” 

Lukas kept his gaze to the stone floor beneath them, tracing a finger through the loose stones. “Why do you hang around with him then?” 

Jesse thought for a second, then smirked. “Why do you hang out with Aiden?” 

Lukas’ eyes met Jesse’s, and he mirrored the smirk. “Touché.” He laughed, which Jesse returned with a bright smile. He saw something flash on the blonde’s face for a second, then his eyes widened, cheeks flushed, and he turned his attention back to the fire.  

“You okay, Lukas?” Jesse asked. He scooted closer, until there was barely a blocks distance between them.  

“Yup!” Lukas basically shouted, his posture straightened. He dropped his face in his hands and shook his head. “Sorry. I really am fine. Just tired, I think. It's been a long day.”  

Jesse decided to drop it, not completely convinced but noting the truth in his words. “Heh, tell me about it.”  

“You can go back to the others.” Lukas began, still not meeting Jesse’s eyes. “Not that I don’t appreciate you checking up on me.” And after a brief pause, “I’ll be okay on my own.”  

Jesse crossed his arms and nodded. “I’m sure you will be.” He stood and approached the fire. Reaching into his inventory, he acquired an oak log from their harvest earlier in the night and dropped it onto the fire. He then reseated himself, this time directly beside Lukas. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be.” Hesitantly, he reached over and gently grabbed Lukas’ shoulder. “If you’d like me to leave, say the word and I’m gone.” He released his grip, turned away from the blonde, and laid his back against the stone wall, closing his eyes. “Otherwise, you’re stuck with me.” 

It felt like hours before he finally heard Lukas shift, maintaining what little distance remained between them, but also laying his back against the wall. “Thanks, Jesse.” He heard him whisper. 

“Oh, don’t thank me. This is purely selfish.” Jesse answered, holding his arms up and crossing them to pillow the back of his head. “You haven’t heard Axel snore.” 

“And who says I don’t?” Lukas said with a lighthearted grin.  

Jesse sat forward, eyeing the blonde curiously now. “You don’t! ...Do you?”  

Lukas shrugged and they both laughed until they were yawning, straining to keep their eyes open. With a whittled stick, Lukas poked at the dwindling flames, sending little sparks jumping out from the coals to sizzle and fade at their feet. The chill of the stone that encased them had Jesse inching further to the fire (and his newly appointed ally), hoping to chase some warmth and get adequate rest for the day ahead of them. If Lukas minded the closeness, Jesse practically laying against his side, he didn’t mention it.  

 “Goodnight, Jesse.” Lukas said, smiling down at the shorter man. Jesse watched the reflection of the flames dance in the glossiness of his tired eyes.  

“Goodnight, Lukas.” He sighed, content and, if not for the fact they were on a literal stone floor, comfortable.  

Jesse woke abruptly at the first touch of sunlight on his face, his upper body screaming out in discomfort. He checked the surroundings in the small cave, noting the absence of last night's acquaintance. A single paper sat where the blonde had slept next to him, charcoal dust from the doused campfire scrawled around. Jesse picked up the note. 

“Finding food, meet with others. L :)” was written in charcoal, with what Jesse could only assume was Lukas’ finger. It was kind of cute how he signed the note and everything. 

Jesse stood up, stretched his aching muscles, and made his way back to the dirt hut where he’d last seen Axel, Olivia, and Reuben.  

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Jesse returned to the present, staring down at the wild salmon swimming around the moat under the bridge. He rested his chin in his palm, a yawn interrupting his thoughts. 

“Jesse?”  

He jumped in shock, turning quickly to see who’d snuck up on him so easily. Luckily, it was just Ivor. He grabbed his chest to still his rapid heart.  

“Ivor!” Jesse quickly closed the distance, hugging the older man. He was dressed in his usual adventuring gear, save for the few modifications Harper must have come up with. “You almost gave me a heart attack! How did you sneak up on me?”  

“Oh, my dear boy.” Ivor began, arms behind his back and pacing back in forth in typical ‘mysterious man’ fashion. Classic Ivor. “Did you honestly forget about my time learning the shadow arts?” He struck a pose. “Ninja sense!”  

“Riiiiight.” Jesse answered, crossing his arms. “Back when you almost killed me.” 

“Only because I thought you were an imposter! And I did not want to get on your-the Admin you-s bad side.” He defended.  

“I know, Ivor. It’s all in the past now.” Jesse said with a smile. “You’re back early. Oh, and where is Harper?” 

“She had some business to attend over in her world. Something she said she needed to do alone.” Ivor said with a shrug, approaching the railing next to Jesse. He didn’t seem upset at the separation, but something appeared to be on his mind. 

“So, you’re staying here for the foreseeable future?” Jesse asked, copying Ivor’s posture and resting his arms on the railing.  

The older man thought for a second. “Perhaps.” He replied. “Though staying in one place for more than a week is becoming rather tiresome, wouldn’t you agree?” 

“Hmmm.” Jesse thought. “For me? Not really.” He shrugged. 

“Not craving a little adventure?” Ivor bumped his shoulder with his own, a teasing smile on his face.  

Jesse frowned and remained silent. Ivor wasn’t speaking clearly. 

“Oh, c’mon Jesse.” Ivor said, throwing his hands up and looking somewhat frustrated. “It’s been months! Why else would you be this far out of town?”  

“What are you talking about?” Jesse put his hands on his hips. “I just needed a break and came out here for fresh air.” 

“It’s midnight!” Ivor shrieked, then covered his mouth in realization of his volume.  

Jesse crossed his arms and turned away, feeling slightly annoyed at the accusations.  

Ivor let out a loud sigh and approached Jesse, holding his shoulder tightly. “Please, Jesse.” He started and Jesse turned his face to look at him. “Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me. We’re friends, right?” 

“Nothing is bothering me.” Jesse said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.  

“Oh, no?” Ivor interrogated, letting go of Jesse’s shoulder. “So, I suppose you’re just losing all sense of hearing, hmm? And at such a young age, too. A shame.”  

“What are you going on about, Ivor?”  

“I did not sneak up on you, Jesse.” Ivor spat. “I had been calling towards you for at least 30 seconds. Heck, I was even getting shot at by that group of skeletons over yonder.” He pointed in the distance. “The point I’m trying to make is, you weren’t listening. I.E., something is on your mind.”  

Not for the first time, Jesse was speechless. Was he really that lost in thought? Enough to put himself and someone else in danger. He felt a firm grip on his forearm and looked up at Ivor once again. The older man looked worried. 

“Let’s not lose you again, huh?” He said with a kind chuckle, tugging Jesse back towards the safety of Beacontown’s walls. “Last thing we need is a creeper taking advantage of your current status.”  

Jesse let himself be dragged along for a second, until they reached the giant, piston-controlled doors.  

“Wait!” He said, pulling back. Ivor halted and looked back at him. “I uhhh... Theres something- or rather someone I need to.... well.” His cheeks flushed and he turned his gaze to the ground, kicking the brick pavement absentmindedly.  

“What is it, Jesse?” Ivor asked patiently. “You can talk to me.”  

Jesse knew he could; Ivor was always great for that. He’d trusted the man since the day he protected them from the witch in the swamp, when they were journeying to the farlands. Since then, Ivor had been a constant comforting presence, when he wasn’t out adventuring of course. He’d always been happy to teach Jesse new things, never ridiculing him for what he didn’t know. And at the same time, he was always happy to learn any knowledge he didn’t already have, if you could find something the man didn’t know.  

Jesse really was lucky it was Ivor of all people. And thank the creators for his timing; he really wanted to tell someone about the letter. Before he could dwell too much on it, he reached into his inventory and pulled it out. With extreme hesitation, he handed it to the older man.  

“What is this? Some kind of love confession?” Ivor joked, looking at Jesse for a reaction. When he was met with a blank stare and shy nod from the shorter man, his jaw dropped. 

Ivor quickly read it over, a wide smile gracing his face. “Ha!” He cheered, throwing an arm in the air. Jesse gave him a dumbfounded look, but before he could say anything, Ivor interjected. “Petra owes me 6 emeralds!” 

Jesse squinted at him, knowing exactly what that meant. “You guys made bets on if Lukas had a crush on me?”  

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” He said, waving his hand in the air. “Everyone knows Blondie has a crush on you.” He smiled wider again, holding up the letter as if he’d just found his latest treasure. “The bet was how he would confess! I said a poem/love letter, so this is proof that I win! Take that Petra!”  

“I see...” He answered, still trying to grasp the idea of ‘everyone knowing Lukas has a crush on him.’ For whatever reason, the curiosity got the better of him, and Jesse asked, “What was Petra’s bet?”  

“That he would confess in person, flowers and all that jazz.” Ivor answered, handing the letter back to Jesse. “But I knew he’s still too much of a coward for that.” He took a deep breath, exaggerating the exhale. “Feels good to be victorious again.” He said proudly.  

“Uh huh.” Jesse said, fidgeting with his suspenders. “So, back to the whole ‘confession letter.’” 

“Ah, good point!” Ivor refocused. “Depending on your answer, I may have more emeralds to claim! This time from Axel.” He rubbed his hands together and laughed mischievously.  

“Ivor!” He snapped, getting the man's attention again. “I’m kind of freaking out here!” 

Ivor tilted his head looking slightly confused. “Why would you be freaking out?” He asked, voice softer now and ebbed with concern.  

“Why?” Jesse sighed. “For starters, what if it isn’t a confession? I mean, he never outright said it, right? I just read that part between the lines. But the whole ‘enchanting smile’ part throws me off. People don’t say that to someone they just want to be friends with, right? Could I be looking too far into this? Do I even want this? Don’t get me wrong, I love Lukas! But like, could it be that way? Sure, I think he’s attractive and sweet, probably the sweetest person I know! He has great hair and eyes that draw you in when the light catches them at the right angle.” He thought of the author’s smile and his cheeks warmed.   

“I'm so proud of him for finding his calling too! Being a writer is an incredible dream. I know he will not fail. In fact, he really has gained a lot of confidence in himself since our first adventure. He’s dedicated, not to mention intelligent! He’s someone you can always rely on with whatever you need.” He paused for a deep breath. “And also- w-what's that smile for?”  

Ivor grabbed Jesse in a tight hug. After a moment of hesitation, he returned it. When they parted, the older man held him by his shoulders. “Jesse, you need find Lukas.”  

Jesse’s flush returned. He tilted his head down, attempting to hide from the other man's knowing gaze. “Was it something I said?”  

Ivor laughed, released his hold on Jesse’s shoulders, and moved to stand next to him. He looked up towards the sky, clouds floating gracefully along with the breeze. The moon hung in the sky’s center, illuminating everything in its pale glow. “You remember our portal traversing days?”  

“How could I forget?” Jesse retorted, wondering where the older man was going with that. 

“I remember entering PAMA’s world and first meeting Harper. She was-is, I should say, an incredible woman. Her brilliant inventions and unwavering attitude towards fixing her mistakes, especially the one that ended up almost destroying her world, was something I could respect. That respect turned into admiration, and I found myself wishing to go on adventures with her.” He paused; a tranquil smile on his face. “I’ll spare you the boring parts, but during our travels together, I found myself unable to imagine a life not spent by her side. Even now, when we are apart, I feel as though some part of me is missing.” 

“I love her.” Ivor admitted, Jesse barely picked up the whisper.  

Jesse put his hand on Ivor’s shoulder. He wished he could be surprised at the confession, but it was obvious how the older man felt. He wasn’t sure what to say, or if he should say anything at all.  

“Our lives may seem long in the grand scheme of things, but there is danger at every corner, and they can end in a moment.” He didn’t meet Jesse’s gaze but reached up to pat him on the back. “All I ask is that you talk to him. Call me crazy, but it sounds like you both might be having similar feelings.” 

“I wouldn’t even know where to start. I’ve never really thought about this kind of thing.” Jesse sighed.  

They both silently agreed to walk back into town, unintentionally (on Jesse’s part) walking towards the stables. Jesse smiled and reached out a hand when he saw his horse running up to the fence gate. She was all white with a black mane and blue eyes. She nuzzled his hand with her snout and gave a soft neigh. Jesse hadn’t named her, despite taming her back during the Witherstorm’s revival. The idea of naming another animal companion after losing Reuben just didn’t sit right.  

Jesse was distracted and hadn’t heard Ivor digging around in the chest off to his right, until the man appeared beside him with a saddle in hand. He raised his eyebrows at Jesse, handing it over.  

“Are we going somewhere?” Jesse asked, accepting the saddle. Ivor facepalmed. 

“Were you always this dense?” He asked, arms crossed in contemplation. “Or has your time in charge warped your ability to listen?” 

Jesse rolled his eyes and equipped the saddle on his horse. He led her through the gate and on to the stone brick path leading towards the town entrance. “You know he only lives a couple dozen chunks away, right?”  

“I did not.” Ivor answered, coming to stand beside him. He removed a blue-lit lantern from his inventory and handed it to Jesse, who accepted it warily. “The only time I see Lukas is when he is in town. Doesn’t hurt to get there quicker though, hmm?” 

Jesse nodded and climbed up onto the saddle, his horse waiting patiently. “Thanks for listening to me, Ivor. Sorry for making you deal with my problems.” 

Ivor shrugged. “You did forgive me for almost destroying the world in a purely selfish display of irony that totally backfired. Feels like I owe you a shoulder to cry on. Metaphorically, of course. Please do not cry on me.”  

Jesse laughed, feeling the nerves that had been building in his chest loosen for a moment. “I’ll keep that in mind.” With one hand he grabbed onto the reins while the other held the lantern out in front of him. The view of Beacontown’s gates left a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he was able to quickly shake it off. He would do this first, then decide what to do about the town and his place in it.  

“Wish me luck.” He said, flashing a toothy grin at the older man.  

Ivor returned a smile and waved him off. “Nah, you don’t need it. Now,” he said, rubbing his hands together eagerly, “go win me another bet!”  

Lukas stared at the sparsely filled pages in front of him, the menial written words merging into one another. The sun had set ages ago, the moon’s light now peeking through the leaves of the tall trees and casting shadows on the windows of his cottage. He scanned the room, catching a glimpse of his furry friend curled up on his tower sleeping peacefully. Lukas spied the pages again, a dizziness in his head deciding for him that he was done for now, despite having written barely a paragraph in the last several hours.  

He could chalk it up to a bad case of writer's block; everyone got that now and again. But he knew the truth was a little more convoluted and involved a particular short, brunette-haired man who’d been the subject of his thoughts lately. He shook away the thought before a blush could rise, tided up his notes, and made his way over to Dewey’s sleeping form.  

The ocelot stirred with a brrrrp upon feeling his owners touch, flipping over to reveal his stomach for scratches. Lukas obliged, smiling at the cat as he pet his soft fur. Dewey tolerated it for only a few seconds, then sprung into attack mode, sinking his teeth and claws into Lukas’ forearm. 

Lukas, who had seen this coming the moment he rolled over, carefully stopped his caressing and, while seething from the sharp pain, stood completely still. The ocelot soon lost interest in his arm, sheathing his claws and manoeuvring himself to instead groom the fur his owner had tousled.  

Lukas gave the cat a kiss on his head, quickly dodged a swat, and retreated to his bedroom. He dove head-first into his bed, hoping some shut-eye could help the queasiness he’d felt all afternoon. After about several minutes of tossing and turning however, he sighed and stared up at the wooden plank ceiling. Sleep would not seem to come easily tonight. He heard the patter of paws and raised his head, watching as Dewey pushed his way through the door and pounced onto the foot of his bed.  

“Hiya bud,” He spoke, voice hoarse from having not been used in hours. “Can’t sleep either?” He reached out a hand and the ocelot butted his head against it, closing the distance to sit upon his owner's lap. Lukas continued to stroke the side of his head, feeling the cat purr softly and blink slowly at him. “Ah, who am I kidding? You never have trouble sleeping.”  

Dewey answered with a soft meow and paraded around his human, rubbing against him and purring louder. Lukas smiled and laughed at the adorable action. Dewey stopped on his lap again, tilting his head up at Lukas’ face. Without fail, the ocelot had always been able to tell when something was off with his owner.  

Lukas sighed and nuzzled a palm between Dewey’s ears. “Nothing to worry about, Dew.” He said with a smile, but the cat just narrowed his eyes as if he was not convinced. Lukas yawned loudly. He glanced out his bedroom window to see the moon approaching its highest point in the stary sky; it was almost midnight. He’d done a lot of sleepless nights before, but never this many in a row.  

“Maybe a walk is what I need to clear my head.” 

Gently coercing the ocelot to shift, he rose from his bed and exited his bedroom. Lukas opened the chest next to his door and sifted through it until he found his jacket. He also grabbed his bow and a stack of arrows, storing them in his inventory in case of unavoidable monsters. He crafted a fresh torch with some spare charcoal from his fireplace.  

Dewey had signalled his presence with a meow from behind and Lukas turned to look at the worried expression his furry friend wore.  

“No, you can’t come with me, Dew.” He sighed, petting him on the head again. “You know how dangerous it is after dark. The last thing I want is you getting hurt.” 

Dewey yowled back loudly, as if scolding the man.  

“I know and I will be careful.” He pulled out his bow, waving it towards the ocelot. “I’m even bringing protection this time. I’ll stay out of sight. I promise.” 

Dewey still didn’t seem thrilled about the idea but trusted his owner enough to drop it. He approached Lukas' legs and rubbed against them. Lukas gave him a few last pets, then turned and opened the front door.  

“I’ll be back soon, Dewey.” He promised and closed the door after him.  

A chilly breeze shook him to his core the second he stepped out of the house, and he pulled his coat tighter in response. He stepped down the wooden stairs that led up to his home, landing on the gravel path below, and paused to take in the atmosphere. The wind rustled the leaves of the surrounding spruce and birch trees softly. A nearby stream gurgled as the clear water ran calmly towards the pond further into the forest. The dozen or two torches he’d placed around the chunks surrounding his house burned brightly, preventing any monsters from spawning too close. Remembering the one he just crafted, he removed it from his inventory and chose to head towards the pond.  

He followed the path for a few minutes, warily checking his surroundings. He’d seen only a few creepers out tonight and was able to sneak past them. Unfortunately, only by diverting from the path and hiding amongst the trees. If only he had brought Dewey, then the creepers would stay away.  

Although he strayed from his known path, he found himself beside the pond a few minutes later. He could see the fishing deck he built when he’d first discovered this pond months ago, but the three creepers that wandered around it had him keeping his distance. Too bad, he’d left his fishing gear there.  

Instead, he set his torch down next to a tall dark oak tree and sat in the dirt, leaning his back against it. He pulled out his journal and opened the latest page. He was reminded of his most recent excursion to Beacontown, prior to today.  

Lukas entered the shop, eyeing the strange decor and even stranger items that lined each display. He explored warily, wandering up each isle with fascination. It may not have been like the Order’s treasure hall, but he could appreciate the exotic aesthetic.  

He came along a button on a wood log, a sign saying, “Push me, if you dare.”  

“Hello?” Lukas called out, scanning around each corner for the owners he’d heard about from Petra. He hoped they weren’t out adventuring currently. But the store was open, surely someone was around.  

He heard a soft ‘psst’ from behind and turned around to see a silhouette standing in the shadows. 

“Oh, perfect!” Lukas exclaimed, moving towards the shadow. “I was looking for someone named Jack. Maybe you can-”  

The shadowy figure grumbled loudly and pointed to an area behind Lukas. He turned around, seeing nothing but the button with the sign on it again. He turned back towards the shadow with a shrug but saw that it was gone.  

“Okay, that’s not spooky or anything.” He walked back to the button. “You want me to press this?” He asked no one and received no confirmation. 

Lukas rolled his eyes and pushed the button. It made a soft ‘click’ but otherwise seemed to do nothing. He frowned and crossed his arms. “Look, if this is some kind of joke-” 

“You pushed the button.” An ominous voice boomed from behind, and Lukas turned around in surprise. He narrowed his eyes at them, nothing they were the same shape as the shadow from earlier, now standing on one of the displays. “That was very, very brave.” They continued. 

“You didn’t give me much choice.” Lukas retorted, finally inspecting the person as they turned towards him. They had a rugged look, caramel skin and a light brown mullet and facial hair. They wore a black sleeveless shirt paired with fingerless gloves and worn, dark jeans. Though most notable was the black eye patch covering their left eye. “You are Jack, right? I think I remember you from Romeo’s tower.”  

They narrowed their eyes then posed, flexing their arms. “Some call me that, others call me the ‘Velvet Thunder,’ for the time I-” 

“Yeah, Petra mentioned how much you talk about yourself.” Lukas interrupted, waving the man off. “I was hoping to talk to you. It’s.... something important.” 

Jack crossed his arms. “Petra said that?” He somersaulted off the display, walking towards Lukas and stopping directly in front of him. Lukas cowered under his piercing gaze.  

After a few brief seconds of silence, Jack’s face lit up with a smile. “Ha! And she was right!” He reached out and placed a strong hand on Lukas' shoulder, jostling him back and forth as he laughed. “You must be Lukas.”  

Lukas brushed off his arm. “I take it she told you I was coming.” 

“On the contrary, my impeccable sense of intuition told me you would one day make your way here.” He said proudly and Lukas shot him a curious look. “Though I expected it would be with our fearless Hero-of-Beacontown.” He looked around.  

“Just me.” Lukas explained. “Sorry to disappoint.”  

Jack laughed again. “Not at all, Blondie. Jesse tells me you’re a cool cat, writing novels about The Order’s adventures. Thinkin’ it might be a good idea to get someone capturing mine too, if you’re looking for more work.” 

Lukas’ thoughts paused at the mention of Jesse. “He’s talked about me?” 

Jack motioned Lukas to follow, walking further back into the shop. “All the time. Especially when we were stuck in the ‘Sunshine Institute.’” He shivered at the name of the prison he and Jesse had encountered when the Admin was in power. “It was endearing, reminded me of my early days, when I first met Nurm.” 

“Nurm, he’s your partner, right?” Lukas asked. They stopped at a counter at the back of the shop. Jack had a thoughtful smile on his face, and he nodded in response.  

“Couldn’t live without ‘im.” He sighed happily.  

“Well, that is kind of why I am here.” Lukas admitted, throwing his arms up when Jack tensed and frowned. “I don’t mean any harm! Not that I could, anyway. You guys are the only ones in town I could think of asking.” 

Jack narrowed his eyes, scanning Lukas’ face. He turned his head sharply and yelled, “Nurmie!” There was a second of silence before Lukas heard a muffled, “Huh?”  

“We have a guest!” Jack announced.  

There was a sound of cluttering things before the villager peaked his head out. He spotted his partner next to the blonde man, said something Lukas didn’t catch, and wandered out behind the counter.  

“Lukas, this is Nurm.” Jack mentioned, smiling at his partner. They spoke a bit in Villageresse while Lukas waited for translation. “Nurmie here says he recognizes you, from Romeo’s tower, as well as just seeing you around town.”  

Lukas smiled and reached out his hand. “Nice to officially meet you.” Nurm graciously accepted the handshake.  

Jack propped himself up, sitting on the counter next to where his partner stood. “So, Lukas. What can we do for you?” 

Lukas suddenly felt nervous, seeing the two men smiling at him patiently. He started to pace, hand on his chin as he thought about how to begin.  

Jack spoke before he could find the words. “You mentioned we were the only ones in town you could ask. What’s eating ya?” Nurm nodded with Jack; his face frowned in concern.  

“Nothing is really ‘eating me.’” Lukas answered, still deciding how to approach the subject. “It’s... well.... to do with Jesse.” They continued to wait patiently, observing the anxious look Lukas wore. “I wanted to ask both of you, since you are together, about what it's like? Or I guess, how you found out it’s what you wanted? When you knew? I have been... struggling with conflicting emotions lately.” 

Jack and Nurm looked at one another, knowing grins on their faces. Jack hopped off the counter and rushed to Lukas, crushing him in a hug. He pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is that what this is about? Ha! You came to the right people! Right, Nurmie?” Nurm nodded and loudly proclaimed what Lukas assumed was an agreement.  

Jack led him towards a small table in the corner of the room, Nurm followed along after acquiring a tray of cookies from a chest. They all sat around the table.  

(INSERT JACK AND NURMS BACKSTORY) 

“It took his friends a lot of convincing, but they all knew there was no separating us once they could see Nurm’s side.” They smiled at each other longingly; Lukas felt his cheeks warm at the sight, imagining that look from Jesse but directed at him. 

“So,” Lukas began, catching their attention again. “Do you guys think I may have feelings for Jesse? Deeper than friendship, I mean.” 

Nurm said something to Jack. “He says it’s not something we can truly answer for you. And while I agree, it sounds like you’ve been feeling this for a while. I’m thinkin’ you should talk to him.” 

Lukas’ smile dropped. “But what if what I think I’m feeling is not true? What if he gets weirded out and no longer wants to be friends?”  

“Sure, there is always that chance.” Jack answered. “Heck, I remember back in-” Nurm smacked him, shaking his head. “Sorry. Point is, while you may relate to what Nurm and I have experienced, the most important thing is to shoot your shot.” 

“Shoot my shot?” Lukas asked. 

“You know, ask him out? A date?” He looked at Nurm. “Do young people still do that?” Nurm shrugged, and Jack sighed and looked back at Lukas. “You like writing, why not write a poem or something? Since it seems you’re too chicken to talk to him.”  

Lukas frowned and crossed his arms. “I am not!” His face turned down towards the floor, frustration fizzling into self-pity. “I just don’t think he feels the same way. Jesse treats everyone with the utmost kindness, even those who wronged him. What chance do I have?” A thought popped into his mind, and he dropped his head into his hands. “What if he already has someone? I haven’t even talked to him in weeks.” 

“What if he doesn’t?” Jack retorts. “What if feels the same but like you right now, is also hesitating?” 

Lukas thought about Jack’s words. While it was unlikely, there was always that chance Jack was right, that Jesse did feel the same. His chest squeezed in giddy anticipation at the thought of the shorter man, who’d been at the forefront of his dreams lately, returning his affections. “A note then. I’ll write Jesse a note, and I’ll hide it somewhere. Oh!” He shouted in excitement. “My latest novel! I’ll hide it in the back of the book and when he finishes it, he’ll come find me and we can talk! I was planning to deliver it to him in two weeks when it was finished anyway.”  

Nurm smiled and nudged Jack with an elbow. Jack wrapped his arm around his partner, and the two watched Lukas ramble in newfound excitement.  

Lukas remembers the excursion well, with how embarrassing it was. Write a poem? He didn’t do those. They always seemed silly.  

He now looked at the blank pages of his journal, trying to will his hand to write something. He’d already written Jesse that letter, the one explaining how they needed to talk. Now, he waited for the Hero to finish his book. It could be weeks with how busy Jesse has been lately, so he’d have to remain patient. There was always the chance he would find the letter before finishing the novel, though Lukas was certain he’d attached it well enough.  

Lukas submitted to defeat, closed the journal, and gazed up at the sky. It was a little cloudy tonight, but there was no sign of rain. The stars twinkled brightly around the risen moon, now perched in the center of the sky. Fireflies danced around bushes next to the calm water. He heard a few zombie groans in closer proximity than he’d like and decided to make the trek home. He stood, stretched his stiff back, grabbed his torch, and made his way back towards the way he came.  

Whilst traversing through the trees, looking to find the gravel path, he bumped right into the back of a zombie hiding behind a tree. The undead turned around and groaned, rearing out at Lukas. He quickly scampered away, dropping his torch and removing his bow from his inventory in case it tried to follow.  

He was breathing hard now, running frantically through the dark forest as quickly as his tired feet could carry him. He was so focused on trying to see where the zombie had gone that he failed to see a skeleton aiming right at his head. By the time he’d heard the bowstring release, he only had time to shield his face with his arm, catching the arrow just below his elbow. Pain flared through his arm where the arrow remained embedded. Instead of attempting to fight back, Lukas sprinted towards his home.  

When he found the gravel path and seen the light of the torches around his house, Lukas sighed in relief and his pace slowed to a stroll. The front of his house came into view, and Lukas’ rapid beating heart returned to a comfortable rhythm. He made for the stairs but quickly backed up and reached for his bow when he saw a shadow standing just outside his door. Aiming was odd when he had an arrow sticking out of his arm, but he still gave it his all.  

The shadowy figure either hadn’t noticed him or hadn’t cared, so he took the time to study them. It took Lukas all of 10 seconds to notice exactly who was standing there, and he lowered his bow in disbelief.  

“Jesse?” 

Jesse’s heart hadn’t stopped thumping, his horse maintaining a comfortable gallop in the quiet of the night. The few mobs they passed seemed uninterested; he was grateful for the small win. It took less then 10 minutes before Lukas’ quaint cottage peaked from behind a few spruce trees. Jesse noted the new additions from the last time he’d visited: a stable dedicated to Lukas’ own horse sat on the right constructed of birch and spruce planks to match his house. A heavily torched gravel path led towards the left into the thicker part of the forest. There was also a small farm of carrots and potatoes past the stable. Lukas had made considerable improvements, signifying he was capable of surviving on his own out here.  

Jesse’s horse came to a slow trot as they approached the front of the house, her hooves crunching the gravel underfoot. The noise seemed to alert Lukas’ horse, the creature neighing happily once spotting their arrival. He dismounted as the other horse appeared at their side.  

“Don’t go to far.” Jesse said, petting her mane. “I may need a quick getaway if things don’t go well.” He laughed humorlessly. She bumped against him with her snout and strolled off with Lukas’ horse to graze in the meadow beyond the farm. Jesse never had to worry about them out here; mysteriously, they always knew their way back. 

Looking at the house before him, Jesse shivered. Whether it was the chill in the air or the nerves that shook him to his core, he couldn’t tell. Probably both. He removed the note from his inventory and scanned it for the hundredth time, ensuring he didn’t read anything incorrectly before objectively making a fool of himself.  

He took a deep breath and made his way up the front stairs. 

“Hey Lukas!” He practiced, voice cracking as he said the other man’s name. Creators, what was he going to say? “I got your letter! I know it's the middle of the night and all, and you're probably sleeping. But this could not wait a single moment!” The birch stairs creaked under his weight. “I also think you have an ‘enchanting smile’.” He quoted with a flush of his cheeks. He cringed, throwing his face in his hands. “No, I definitely cannot say that!” 

Jesse reached the door and paused, watching for any movement through the small window. It was dark inside, save for the small embers in the fireplace he could barely make out. From past visits, he could vaguely remember the layout, though everything looked different when cast in shadows.  

Conflicted, Jesse began to pace in front of the door along the porch, raising a hand to his chin as he thought. Should he knock? Maybe camp out till morning? Or maybe going home was a better idea. He could talk to Lukas tomorrow.  

But he was already here, and there was no way in The Nether sleep would find him tonight. 

Jesse stopped pacing and turned towards the door again. He mustered up all his courage and before he could convince himself otherwise, reached up to knock.  

“Jesse?” He heard faintly from behind, as if the person who uttered it was in disbelief, which was valid given the time.  

Jesse turned sharply, weapon ready at his hip as he faced the second person to successfully sneak up on him tonight alone. He was getting rusty. When his eyes met the deep cyan of the man he’d come to see, he eased up. Everything but his heart, anyway, which only pounded harder.  

“Lukas!” Jesse shouted, rushing to the edge of the steps to get a better look. He scanned the blonde, noting the bags under his eyes (he hadn’t slept in a while), his windswept hair (he was running recently), and he was holding his left arm (angled away from his view, but looked to be in pain). “What are you doing outside at this time of night?”  

Lukas laughed and stepped forward. “I was going to ask you the same question.” Jesse saw him eye the direction behind him.  

“Something following you?” He asked, displaying his diamond sword, ready to strike.  

“I think it lost interest.” He answered, waving Jesse’s concern away. It returned tenfold when Lukas dropped to a knee and seethed in pain. 

“Lukas!” He skipped the last stair and tentatively appeared beside the blonde. He finally seen the source of Lukas’ pain. Trying not to panic, or cause Lukas to, he hoisted the taller man against him and started back towards the cottage.  

“I will say, I’m glad you came when you did. Was never good at removing arrows from my own body.” He tried to laugh but it came out in a more strangled cough. Jesse’s brow worried. “Ah don’t worry, nothing a few healing potions can’t fix. I think I still have one from Ivor. If I could only remember where I stored it.” 

Jesse opened the door and ushered the taller man through. Dewey woke from his light slumber and appeared at his owner's legs, rubbing up against them and meowing. Lukas petted his ocelot with his good arm while Jesse maneuvered him through the kitchen and to the living room to sit on the couch. He quickly disappeared, the sound of chests in a connected storeroom opening and closing filling the silence.  

Lukas sat in disbelief. Jesse was here! In his home. In the dead of night. Frantically scouring his chests for something to heal him.  

There’s no way the brunette already finished the novel and read the note, right? 

He watched Jesse return a few seconds later, hands seemingly empty of any potions. “No luck?” He asked. 

The concern on Jesse’s face dipped and he put his hands on his hips. “Your organizational system, or lack-there-of, could use some work.” He obtained an apple from his inventory and walked towards the crafting table in the kitchen. “Who stores food with sand and dirt?” He disappeared from Lukas’ view once again. 

Pain shot from where the arrow lay embedded, Lukas cringing out. “So, you just came here to insult me and my bad habits?” His attempt at humor was overshadowed by agitation. From the pain, not the unexpected appearance of his best friend.  

He heard Jesse crafting something, then watched him return in front of him, holding out a Golden Apple. “Not at all.” Lukas accepted the apple. “But I do believe in at least having healing items readily accessible, especially when you live alone and outside of town. You never know.” He sat down next to Lukas’ punctured side, inspecting the wound without touching it.  

Lukas still couldn’t read the expression Jesse wore ever since he’d seen the wound. Was he angry? He didn’t seem like his usual aloof and adorable self. Maybe these past months of overseeing a whole town of people had begun to weigh on him. He scanned the apple curiously. 

“Where did you get the gold? I don’t remember having any.” He asked, striking up a conversation in hopes of clearing the tension in the air. 

Jesse eyed him, a hesitant smile gracing his face. “It was lucky timing. I was called to witness the use of our latest shipment of TNT from Boomtown in one of the new mining locations yesterday. They’d struck the biggest gold ole vein I’ve ever seen!” His excitement was warming, Lukas smiled. “The townspeople wanted me to have the few that dropped from the explosion and would not accept no for an answer.” He eyed the apple reverently. “Gold may not have the most uses, but it sure is pretty.”  

Lukas nodded, unsure what to say. Jesse’s stoic face returned, although calmer now. He motioned to the injury, fingers floating just above Lukas’ arm. “May I inspect your injury?” 

“Please.” He whimpered, the pain flaring up. 

Lukas shivered when he felt Jesse’s warm fingers along his arm, searching for any abnormalities besides the arrow. He felt goosebumps rise along his back when he felt the shorter man’s breath on his arm as he leaned in closer. Jesse smelled like freshly cut grass, old spruce planks, and a spilled inkwell that had been left in the sun for a day. It was intoxicating. His hair was dishevelled, and his skin was rather pale from his usual tan complexion.  

“There doesn’t seem to be any other intrusions, just the arrow itself. That's a good sign.” Jesse spoke, drawing Lukas back to the current dilemma. His eyes met Lukas’, and his fingers stopped their inspection. One hand moved to hold Lukas’ forearm, and the other loosely felt around the arrow shaft. “But it is well lodged in there. When you’re ready, I’m going to remove the arrow. When it’s out, eat the apple right away. It should heal you right back up!”  

Lukas nodded nervously and exhaled a deep breath. “Count of three?” Jesse’s smile and nod eased his racing heart. “One.” 

“Two.” Jesse said. 

“Three!” They shouted in unison.  

Lukas braced himself, feeling Jesse’s grip tighten on his forearm. The arrow was forcefully tugged; Lukas felt every inch it was ripped out until it was free from his skin. He gasped, gripping Jesse’s arm with his free hand and stopping himself from collapsing against the shorter man’s form. His vision went dizzy, and he scrunched his eyes to stop himself from crying. Lukas felt something cold pressed against his lips and remembered the apple. Opening his eyes, he spied Jesse carefully holding it for Lukas to eat. The arrow was discarded to the table, and they were now impossibly closer.  

Lukas couldn’t stop the blush that engulfed his entire face, but the pain in his arm overrode the intimacy of the moment, and he ate the golden apple. They didn’t particularly taste the best, gold leaving a sort-of-iron-y taste that seeped into the skin of the apple, but they were always effective. The injury knitted itself together, the intense pain fading into nothing more than a dull throb, a reminder of his carelessness. He felt faint, his muscles losing their grip, and he fell forward.  

Jesse caught him, holding him up by his shoulders. “You okay, Lukas?” The blonde’s face slumped forward, but his breathing was calm. Jesse moved a hand to his cheek, lifting his face to get a good look. The bags under the authors eyes were concerning, though he probably sported similar ones himself. His complexion was tanner; freckles spread atop his cheeks under his eyes, telling Jesse he’d been spending more time outside. And his hair that he normally kept at a styled and consistent length was longer and unkept, though Jesse thought the disheveled look was quite cute. 

Lukas’ eyes split open a crack, and he drunk in the sight in front of him. The dull light of the moon cast Jesse in a soft, ethereal glow. His toothy smile and soft brown eyes bore into him, his heart dancing under the shorter man's gaze. The fingers of the warm hand holding his face up by his cheek shifted around softly, invoking a calming hum from Lukas’ throat. Breathtaking, he thought and closed his eyes. 

Jesse’s fingers stopped their caressing, and Lukas heard a quiet chuckle. “I don’t know, I think I prefer ‘Enchanting’?”  

...... 

Shit. 

He said that out loud.  

And... Wait.  

...What did Jesse just say? 

Lukas, with a newfound vigor, sprung back to life. His eyes shot open. “What did you say?” He asked, unable to believe what he’d just heard. If he was correct, that would mean... 

Jesse’s eyes looked to the floor, and he scratched the back of his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Lukas gulped. “I’m sorry Lukas. I read the note. The one clearly labeled ‘Do Not Read until you finish the novel.’” 

Lukas’ mouth gaped. 

“But it’s okay!” His eyes met Lukas’ again. “In fact, that’s why I’m here. In the dead of night. I couldn’t sleep after reading that.” 

Lukas turned away, his face sporting a crimson that outshined even a fresh patch of nether wart. He dropped his face in his hands, wishing he could just disappear in this moment. A hand on his shoulder reminded him that he still hadn’t said anything.  

“Sorry I didn’t read your book yet; I still plan on it!” Jesse said to hopefully quell Lukas’ embarrassment. When the blonde didn’t respond, he moved his hand to lightly caress along his back. “How is the wound feeling?” He attempted again. 

Lukas stretched out the arm, feeling everything back in place. He raised his head and eyed the flesh where the arrow was once embedded. “It’s okay.” He whispered, avoiding eye contact. “No more pain, just like you said.”  

“Glad to hear it.” Jesse answered with a grin.  

A yellow flash jumped up from the floor behind the couch, startling them both back.  

“Dewey!” Lukas exclaimed. The ocelot sat perched on the backrest between them, eyeing the two with squinted eyes.  

Jesse reached out to let Dewey sniff him. After he was accepted, he pet the back of his head. The ocelot purred at the shift in attention. Jesse laughed when Dewey started licking the back of his hand.  

Lukas cleared his throat and Jesse’s attention was his again. “So, the letter. What did you think?”  

Jesse gave Dewey one final scratch before his hands dropped into his lap. “Truthfully? I panicked at first. I didn’t really understand, never been good at reading between the lines.” 

“Ah.” Lukas sighed, his heart sinking. 

“But guess who came home today?!” Jesse continued. 

Lukas thought about who was currently traveling. “Petra?”  

Jesse shook his head. “Ivor! He snuck right up on me! Well, not exactly per se. I was kind of lost in thought, you see. But that’s beside the point!” He stood from his spot on the couch and waited in front of Lukas, a hand outstretched in invitation.  

Lukas eyed his hand, unsure what Ivor returning and his letter had to do with one another. But Jesse was an interesting character, and his ramblings usually had a point in the end. He took it, allowing himself to be pulled up.  

He stumbled but Jesse was quick to balance him, holding his shoulders. They looked at one another for only a second, Jesse closed the distance and wrapped Lukas in a hug. The blonde flinched, completely caught off guard and entirely unsure what Jesse’s next steps would be.  

He pulled away, a smile on his face that Lukas couldn't help but mirror. “Ivor and I spoke and he, let's just say ‘opened my eyes’.” He released his hold on Lukas’ shoulders and instead grabbed him by the hand, tugging him towards the door. They walked out, the fresh chilled air helping clear Lukas’ flushed face.  

There was a long moment when neither of them moved.  

“Jesse?” Lukas asked, his attention drawn again. He looked expectantly at the short brunette, hoping he would continue his explanation. He reached for Lukas’ other hand, a flush now spread on his face, but he didn’t look away.  

“Lukas,” He began, with a calm but serious tone. “I haven’t been available a lot, and for that I am very sorry.” Lukas tried to interject, but Jesse shook his head. “It is my fault. A good leader would make time for everyone, especially his best friend.” He shook their joined hands for emphasis. “Tonight, I had time to reflect on everything. Our past, specifically.” He smiled and moved their hands to his chest. “I got a chance to remember everything we’ve been through. The Witherstorm, the portal network, the... Admin.” He and Lukas both shivered at that last part. “Even if it wasn’t always a great time, we’ve been through so much, you and me.” He stepped closer to Lukas now, his cheeks flushed and eyes unable to hold contact. “I’ve missed you, Lukas. I don’t think I can go back to not seeing you for weeks.” 

Jesse cleared his throat, summoning his courage. His eyes locked onto Lukas’ as he stood directly in front of him. When he squeezed their joined hands together, it was as if a lever was thrown; everything clicked into place. This was Jesse’s confession.  

“I am not sure what this future holds. Heck, with the way things have been since Endercon, I think I am some sort of bad luck magnet.” He laughed, coaxing a smile out of the taller man. “But whatever comes next, I would like to experience it with you. If that is also what you would like, and if I didn’t somehow misinterpret your letter.” 

“And if you did?” Lukas asked, still completely convinced that skeleton from before had killed him and he was now in some-sort of dreamlike afterlife. “Misinterpret the letter, I mean.”  

Jesse’s confidence didn’t waver. “I can’t change how I feel, so I would stand by it. But I also understand if you’d feel uncomfortable by what I’ve just admitted. So, I could return to town, and nothing would have to change.” Lukas’ grip tightened on Jesse’s hands at the mention of leaving, and he smiled. “Though I’m sensing that isn’t the case.” 

Lukas nodded. “Please don’t leave.” He whispered, eyes tearing up slightly. “Today is the first time I’ve officially seen you since I can remember.” He let go of one hand, wiping gently at the corner of his eyes. Jesse’s grip tightened against the hand he still held, his thumb gently rubbing along the back.  

The air was silent for a while, both men unsure of what to say next. Jesse shivered visibly, remembering his lack of appropriate outerwear.  

“Shall we head inside? I can get the fire going.” Lukas asked, noticing the shorter man’s shivers. When Jesse nodded, his smile never fading, Lukas made for the door. Their hands remained clasped. 

Lukas ushered them towards the fireplace, regretting the face Jesse gave him when he had to relinquish his hold. Though he promised it was only for a second while he got his flint and steel.  

With a single strike, the fire roared to life. Jesse sat in front of it, fidgeting with the edge of the living room carpet while Lukas ventured into the kitchen. He returned a second later with a cake, placing it on the table behind them. Jesse graciously grabbed a slice as Lukas sat next to him, swiping his own piece. For a couple minutes, everything felt just like the past, after their journey through the portal network. 

Back then, the two would spend evenings just like this, with a freshly crafted cake and hilarious stories from before their friendship to share. In the comfort of Lukas’ newly built cottage, their laughter infiltrated the tranquil silence of the night.  

“Are you sure you’ll be okay all the way out here?” Jesse asked on the first night of his building’s completion. “We’re so far from Beacontown. How will we know if you’re ever in danger?” 

“Hey!” Lukas quipped, crossing his arms in mock annoyance. “I’ll have you know I ‘survived’ the most gruesome game of spleef this world has ever seen! I can take care of myself.” 

Jesse tilted his head. “’Survived’ is not the word I would use.” He sighed, placing a hand on the taller man’s shoulder. “Just please come into town often so I don’t lose my mind with worry. It’s already hard enough to keep track of Petra.”  

Lukas nodded, his heart warming at the care laced in Jesse’s words. “I promise I will.” 

Jesse smiled and reached for another slice of cake. A knock on the door caught both of their attention and Lukas moved to answer it. Axel barreled in, just barely missing landing on the blonde. “OH, cake!” He shouted. Olivia followed, rolling her eyes at the bigger man and greeting Jesse with a wave. Petra was the last to enter. She nudged Lukas’ shoulder and ruffled his hair before settling down on the couch with the others. They spent the whole night smiling and laughing. 

It was one of the fonder and more recent memories they shared with the others. 

Lukas laid his hand over where Jesse’s rested on the carpet, and he was brought back to the present. The air was different, now that they had talked, though they still hesitated. Neither one wanted to disturb the peaceful moment they found themselves in.  

Lukas was the first to speak. “You remember the first night I officially moved out here?” He said, grabbing the shorter man’s attention.  

Jesse’s smile was brighter than the newly rekindled flames. “Were you also thinking about that night just now?” Lukas’ heart did a somersault as he witnessed the light from the flames dance in Jesse’s eyes.  

Lukas nodded. “Though more specifically, I was thinking about how you tried to keep me from living out here alone.” 

A scarlet blush returned to Jesse’s cheeks, and his eyes avoided contact. “Aww, shucks. I just secretly wanted all my friends to live in town with me. It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself. I know you can, Lukas.”  

“I know.” Lukas said softly. He courageously reached for Jesse’s cheek with his free hand and turned the brunette’s face to look at him. “Regardless, it was sweet. Knowing that you care.” 

Jesse released a deep breath and closed his eyes. He reached his free hand up to cradle the one Lukas held against his face and nuzzled into it. “Of course I care about you.” He began, opening his eyes again. “While I care about the others too, there has always been something different about you, Lukas. I find myself always wanting to see you smile and laugh. I’m always wanting to be closer to you, emotionally and physically.  I can’t stand the thought of someone putting you down in any capacity, especially since I’ve seen it happen already. Multiple times now.” Jesse frowned, but the comfortable squeeze Lukas gave his hand urged him on. “You have always been there for me. I can’t imagine this life without you.” 

Lukas just about burst into inventory on the spot. How could he possibly respond to that heartfelt confession? Before he could decide, Jesse closed the distance, resting their foreheads together. The room was silent. Only the crackle of the fire could be heard as both men remained motionless. 

“What do we do now, Lukas?”  

“What do you want to do, Jesse?” 

“I asked you first.”  

“Well, I confessed to you first.”  

Jesse backed up. He crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “You call that a confession?” 

Lukas crossed his own arms and mirrored the smug look. “It got you here, didn’t it?”  

Jesse’s eyes widened as he thought. Then he nodded apprehensively. “I guess it did work as intended.” He pulled the note from his inventory and scanned it over. He pointed to the last line. “Though I believe you mentioned having something to talk about.”  

Lukas reached for the note and removed it from Jesse’s hand. “I think it should be obvious by now.” He discarded the note to the side and reached for Jesse’s hands again. “But if you need to hear it, I am happy to put it in words.” 

Jesse nodded, his adorable smile giving Lukas the last push of confidence he needed. 

“When I first met you, I’ll be honest; I didn’t think we’d get along. I never even imagined being acquainted. Petra told me a little about you though, before the so-called rivalry your friends and mine had going.” He crossed his arms. “Which might I preface; I had no part in.”  

Jesse chuckled. “What did Petra say, about me?”  

“Not a lot.” He continued, leaning back on his right hand while he gestured with his left. “You were passionate about building and enthusiastic towards adventure, despite being somewhat of a coward. You were selfless in all aspects that involved the people you cared about, always putting the needs of your friends first. You never let failure dampen your mood and strive to find the silver lining in everything. Oh, and you are roguishly handsome to boot.” 

“She really said all that?”  

Lukas nodded. “Though I may have added that last part.” He winked and Jesse hid his smile in his hand. “She was right. The more time I spent with you, the more I got to witness the real Jesse. You could have left me in that basement with that iron golem, but you didn’t. You came back for me.” He manoeuvred to sit on his knees and reached for Jesse’s hands again. 

“When Petra and Gabriel were caught by the Witherstorm and I was too petrified to move, you didn’t blame me. When Axel decided to take out his frustration on me, you stood up for me and even followed me out in the rain and kept me company all night. During our quest in The End, when I knew something was wrong with Petra, you trusted me with the truth. When we were looking for Soren and the amulet was acting faulty, you let me take the lead and prove to you I could be useful.” 

Jesse tilted his head, his smile dimming into concern. “You never needed to ‘prove your use’ to me, Lukas.” 

“To myself, then.” He shrugged and waved it off. “Whatever it meant, you let me have it. Again, and again. Through fighting the Witherstorm and traversing the portal network, you were a constant beacon of hope. A feeling I never felt with the Ocelots, I felt when I travelled with you.” Lukas eyed the fire, a nostalgic look on his face. “You saved me, Jesse, more times and in more ways than I could ever thank you for.” 

Jesse beamed, his smile warming Lukas more than the fire ever could. “I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but I began to have complicated feelings towards you. Feelings I’d never had for another person. Every time you’d smile, which is a lot,” he moved to pinch Jesse’s cheek, earning a giddy smile from the shorter man, “it felt as though someone set off TNT in my chest.” 

Jesse trapped Lukas’ hand against his cheek, laughing. Their faces were closer now. Lukas could feel the heat from Jesse’s breath and his eyes lidded in anticipation.  

“Sorry if that's corny.” Lukas whispered with a quiet laugh. “I mean it, though.” He paused, watching Jesse’s eyes, also lidded, scan his face and stop at his lips. “What I wanted to tell you.... What I really want to say is... I-I...” 

He closed his eyes and after a moment of hesitation, he felt soft lips against his own. All previous thoughts went out the window.  

Jesse was kissing him. It was careful, hesitant, as if asking ‘is this okay?’  

It was so Jesse. 

Lukas smiled into it and found his hands moving to grip Jesse’s waist. The brunette made a small noise of encouragement which sparked Lukas into pulling him closer. He felt Jesse’s hands in his hair, deepening the kiss, now fueled with passion. His hands roamed under Jesse’s shirt and up the expanse of his back, feeling the rigid muscles and the scars from their past excursions. He was patient and precise, caressing each of them delicately. The shorter man sighed through his nose, and Lukas felt his lips form a smile. Careful fingertips carded against his scalp in return, sending shivers throughout his body.  

Jesse broke it apart after a few minutes, Lukas unintentionally chasing his lips before coming to his senses and backing off. Jesse was practically on his lap now. His suspenders were pushed down and button-up was un-tucked; Lukas’ doing. 

“Sorry,” Jesse whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “I cut you off just now. What were you trying to say?” 

Lukas’ heart nearly exploded. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man, crushing him in a constricting hug. “I love you, Jesse.” He admitted quietly as if it was a secret for his ears only. 

Jesse hugged him just as tight and nuzzled his side. “I love you too, Lukas.”