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"You're not just gonna trap me again?"
Sharp questions warily, eyeing the entrance of Jude's base with obvious suspicion.
"If I wanted to trap you," Judelow deadpans, sliding a pressure plate under his own feet, "I would've already done it. We passed like, five traps on the way here."
The sound of pistons moving are instant, and Sharp jerks away from the rabbit on instinct. His hand is already reaching for the hilt of his sword before he even realizes it, and-
Jude bursts out laughing.
Sharp's shoulders fall, heat creeping up his cheeks from embarrassment, "Don't- don't do that! Can I at least have my strength back?" He whines as Jude continues to cackle.
"Oh, right, yeah-" He says through muffled giggles, "I forgot about that."
Jude straightens up, tugging his indigo hood back over his head before holding out a glimmering red bottle towards the other. "Take it." He snickers, still amused by the others behaviour.
He glares in return, swiftly grabbing the bottle from his hand and downing it. "Thank you," Sharp huffs after he's done swallowing, looking back up at Judelow, "So does this mean I have awesome teammate privileges now?"
"I mean-" Jude pauses, studying the other. Has Sharp always had emerald irises? They're pretty, the way they glimmer like morning sunlight. They contrast his own eyes, which are red like rubies. "Uh.." His voice trails off again.
Maybe he should stare at Sharp more often. He's learning a lot already, like the way the ribbon in his hair sways in the wind and the way his eyes really do look like emeralds when they're widened.
He might be getting sick. What in the world would cause him to be thinking like this? This is the same person who just tried to kill him, what is he thinking? Sharp isn't pretty, Sharp is cunning and evil, and-
Sharpness breaks into a grin, testing the waters upon noticing the others staring. "What? What're you staring at, huh? Is there something on my face?" He singsongs, leaning towards Jude.
He's way too close for comfort. Jude almost forgets how to breathe upon the sudden intrusion. He can feel Sharps hot breath against his neck. His mind short circuits and all he can do in response is shove the other back, his cheeks flushing an embarrassing pale pink.
"I'm gonna punch you if you keep talking like that." Jude bites back, trying to mask his flustered face from the other. He does his best to collect himself, exhaling slowly before turning his head back towards the other. Sharp is still flashing him that stupid grin.
"Aw, but we're teammates now! Teammates have bases together and don't beat each other up!" He beams smugly, his voice still taunting.
"Don't make me regret this." He says, narrowing his gaze, "I- I can still trap you." Jude threatens, but he really has no intentions of doing such. The threat is as good as empty.
Sharp seems to think the same thing, Judelows reply only making his grin wider.
"But you just said that you could've already trapped me," The fighter points out, "And you didn't, so that means you do want to team!"
God, this guy is going to make him go crazy. Jude groans, raking a hand down his face in annoyance, "You're so annoying. You're lucky I even agreed to team with you, dude. You do the PVP, I do the traps. Win win."
"Well yeah, but- Hey, you never answered my question!" Sharp exclaims suddenly, his eyes lighting up. "What teammate privileges do I get? Do I get OP gear? Can I know where all your traps are? Do-"
"Shut up." Jude cuts him off blankly, "No to both of those questions. I guess you can use my base since you are kinda homeless, but no, you don't get to know where my traps are, and no I'm not giving you gear. You can do that yourself."
"You're so mean!" He whines pathetically, "I'm your teammate and you're calling me homeless! I might as well go back to my old team, because you're giving me like, nothing!"
A laugh of surprise escapes Jude at the childish reaction of the other, "Bro, you goonball, you're literally like, the strongest PVPer on the server! You don't even need me, you could easily get strength on your own."
"But I'm lonely," Sharp protests, wrapping his hand around Jude's wrist. "I want to team. Let's team."
"I thought we already established this," Judelow groans in exasperation, flicking Sharp's hand away. "We're teamed, dude. I could've killed you in my trap, I could've trapped you on the way out, I could've done all of that but I didn't."
He tilts his head, "You're funny when you're frustrated." Sharp comments idly, watching as Jude flushes again, the ears under his hood twitching in agitation.
"I- yeah- Okay, whatever, just- follow me. I'll show you around the base." He manages to stutter out, ignoring the devious giggles Sharp lets out behind him as he turns towards the entrance of his base.
"See? Cute." He chirps, trailing behind the other gleefully.
"Don't call me that." He mutters begrudgingly.
"I should give you a nickname! Maybe something like.. bunny boy, or little rabbit, or fluffy-"
"Please shut up."
Sharp only hums in response. What a fucking bitch. He's just toying with him at this point!
Jude is genuinely about to punch this guy.
If only he wasn't the scariest, strongest PVPer on the server, or something along the lines of that. He's not really upholding his reputation very well, Jude admits.
The biggest, baddest PVPer flirting with the best trapper on the server, what a funny thought. Can he even call it flirting? Is it even flirting? Is Jude just taking this the wrong way? Is it bad that he isn't opposed to the thought that that's what it is?
"Are you running a fever? You look pink even under your mask." Sharp points up, snapping the rabbit out of his train of thoughts. Jude steals one look at him and his stomach does a flip. The fighter flashes him an innocent smile, quickly turning his head away as if he hadn't been observing him before.
"I'm fine."
"Sure."
"Okay, can you stop with these passive comments? I'm actually gonna, like- I don't know-" Jude snaps, his rabbit ears still twitching under his hood in subtle frustration.
"You're gonna what? We're teammates! Can I use your turtle farm now? Ooh, do your villagers have prot?" He rambles, eyes widening in excitement. "Come on, show me around!"
"You might be the most annoying person I've ever met."
"You just said you were gonna show me around!" He retorts, brushing stray strands of blond hair back behind his shoulders, "Are you not?"
Jude feels like he's being both boiled alive and trapped in a room with the most obnoxious person alive. Maybe both are true. His cheeks flame, and he attempts to keep his voice steady as he replies, "I am."
Sharp quietly giggles again. His voice is anything but steady, and clearly both of them seem to realize this. Jude feels absolutely mortified, but forces his feet to keep moving regardless.
"Don't tell me you're getting embarrassed just 'cause I called you cute." Sharpness snickers, elbowing the other lightly. "I mean, nothing wrong with that, I'm just saying!"
"I'm not-" Judelow bites back his words, inhaling sharply. "Whatever. My villagers are over here."
"Finally! Okay, give me a tour!" He cheers, and Jude hates to admit that he feels his lips curling into a smile whenever Sharp has a sudden outburst of excitement. It's undeniably adorable, but of course, he'll never confess that.
Especially because Sharp is annoying. Especially because Sharp literally killed all his turtles and hates him. Especially because Jude should not be busy staring down his new teammate like they're about to become teammates with benefits instead of being a normal, helpful teammate like he should.
"Right," Jude nods, walking towards the rows of villagers. "Uh.. this side has most of the important armour ones, and that one has weapon based enchantments. The left side is the one with mending though." He explains, pointing out the significant enchantments.
Sharpness hums happily, wasting no time in observing the villagers trades. "Auto brewer?"
"Downstairs. Keep going down the ladder, and also-" Jude points to a chest over Sharp's shoulder, "That's a decoy chest. I marked it with ores in case people tried to steal from it, so don't open it."
"What happens if I do?" He asks, turning to Judelow with a mischief glimmering in his eyes.
"You'll fall into one of my armour stand traps. And I won't save you."
Sharpness huffs, "You wouldn't save me? Poor, helpless-"
"You're anything but helpless, dude." Jude interjects, deadpanning on the other once more.
"Bro, you literally just dropped like, fifty dripstone on me! You're lucky my amazing, awesome self was so strong that I lived." He retorts angrily, "As my teammate, you should be tending to my injuries or something!"
"Or something," He snorts, "Right. I kinda forgot I just did that. Also, pick a struggle, dude! You call yourself weak and then strong? Like, are you okay?" Judelow questions with no genuine concern apparent in his voice. More humorous, if anything.
Sharp pouts, "No, of course I'm not okay! You're the worlds worst teammate. I'm being nice and you're just being a bitch! You even forgot you just tried to kill me, how am I supposed to be your teammate if you don't even care?" He asks, letting out another low whine.
"Oh my god, you actual- Do you like, want me to tend to your wounds, or do you want a base tour?" Jude demands, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation. "Like, genuinely, you're impossible."
Sharp's expression changes almost instantly. His pouty face transforms into a small smile laced with joy, and Jude's heart does another stupid little flip from that alone. This is dumb. Incredibly dumb. That smile can't mean anything good, and yet- he doesn't think of protesting as Sharpness makes his decision.
"Yes, tend to my wounds!" He declares. Who would've expected this? Sharp just loves to make his life harder and more miserable in every way possible.
Maybe the part where Jude somehow managed to develop a big fat crush on him in the span of just one hour isn't exactly his fault, but he digresses. Everything should be Sharp's fault, including those horrible, glowing green eyes that keep meeting his own.
Every time Sharp's eyes meet his it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest. And Jude, he isn't someone who breaks under pressure easily. He's a trapper, why would he be? Pressure should be the one thing he's good at not giving in to, but somehow, someway- He's folding under absolutely no pressure to Sharpness, of all people.
Every time Sharp's hand brushes against his, every time their shoulders bump, even every time Sharp flashes him a sly grin that means trouble, Jude feels like he's suffocating. Suffocating because god, everything Sharp does is so flawless and so Sharp that it's driving him insane to the point that he's holding every breath longer than he should because he feels like even breathing too loud near Sharpness will garner unwanted attention that will only mess him up further and turn him into a walking brick.
This cannot be healthy. This shouldn't even be called love. This is just-
"Juuuude?" Sharp drawls out, waving a hand in front of his face. Jude blinks once, then twice to get rid of the thin haze obscuring his vision. Then, his eyes focus and Sharpness is right in front of him, his hand still making a blur of black and red from his waving.
He's way too close again. Jude's ears twitch and the heat is creeping up his neck to his cheeks again before he can even stop it. Thank god his mask is on, but still- Sharp could obviously still notice and start making fun of him again.
"Sorry," Judelow mumbles, adjusting his hood out of habit. "I got distracted, sit down somewhere."
Sharp's expression has genuine confusion written on it for a brief moment before he collects himself, focusing instead on finding a way to make Jude's job harder.
"But everything here is solid. Uncomfortable. I don't wanna sit down here." He complains.
"Yeah, well you're gonna have to deal with it." Jude replies without missing a beat, watching smugly as Sharp scoffs in surprise.
"Come on! I'm your-"
"Teammate. Yeah, and teammates help each other, don't they? So make my job easier and sit your ass down somewhere, Sharp." He says, and he almost grins at the way Sharp huffs stubbornly, upset at his plan being foiled so easily.
He's not going to let this get to him. He is Judelow, the servers best trapper, and he is not about to crush on Sharpness, the servers biggest asshole. Jude has spent no more than an hour with him, and already- he's intolerable, whiny and so sickeningly pretty that Jude's brain genuinely turns off whenever Sharp shows him anything even remotely close to affection.
"Okay, fine." He groans after a beat of silence, and another moment of Sharp pouting. "I have a spare bed near my enchanting setup. It's in the main area, past these villagers. Come on."
"Wh-?" Sharp asks, a sound of confusion escaping him as Jude takes the reins and grabs the others wrist, dragging him back to the entrance area of the base. "Y-you know I was trolling, right? You don't have to get me a bed."
"You fussed about it, so you get a bed. It's in that chest over there." Jude responds, pointing to a chest sitting beside the stack of bookshelves huddled around the enchanter.
Sharpness glances at the chest, then back at Jude. He frowns, his eyes darting around nervously. "No trap?"
This time, Jude is the one smiling cockily. "Consider it a trust exercise." He says simply.
The fighter lets out a long sigh, trudging over to the chest regardless, "God, I hate you."
"Hate you more." Jude hums, the smirk in his voice apparent as he watches Sharp approach the chest with so much paranoia it's hilarious. He seems so terrified that someone unaware could've easily assumed that there was more than just a bed hidden in the chest. Judelow muffled back a giggle.
Sharp's head turn towards his direction briefly, sending him a glare before refocusing on the chest. He hooks one finger around the latch, then the other, slowly easing it open with fear. Knowing Jude, it's entirely 50/50. It could easily be another trap, but it could also be-
"Safe?" Sharp asks in disbelief, pulling out the item carefully. "You're telling me this chest was safe, and you weren't actually gonna trap me? This wasn't a trap? I wasn't just about to get my brains absolutely blown out?"
"Uh-huh," Jude confirms with a light nod, "Not so fun being the one being toyed with now, huh? You know this is still my base, so I could do that as many times as I want, and if you're on my team, all you can do is suffer."
"Oh, please don't." Sharp begs, "Give me like, lessons instead! Please? Being trapped isn't fun." He mopes, genuinely pleading with the other.
"I mean, I could. You train me in PVP, I teach you about trapping. I don't care." Jude laughs, amused by the thought. "Place the bed somewhere, dude. We can talk about training after, but you look really stupid standing around like some NPC right now."
"I- hey, I do not!" Sharpness argues, laying out the bed in the middle of the room. What an interesting choice of placement, he supposes. Sharp is treating his spare bed like a couch.
That's such a him thing to do. Jude rolls his eyes, "Whatever, dude. Let me see your injuries." He says, approaching the other.
Sharp hesitates, almost considering backing away from the rabbit for a split second before sighing and sitting down on the bed. "Okay," He mumbles, pulling off his chest plate with a subtle wince.
"What dura is your armour at?" Jude questions, scanning the chips and cracks of the glimmering netherite. "I didn't break anything, did I?"
"So you do care," He giggles playfully, but fails to hide the way his smile fades at the sudden jolt of pain that washes over him. "You didn't break anything. Most of my armour is just at half dura now."
Judelow blinks, eyebrows furrowing in evident worry, "Okay.. well, of course I care. You think I was actually just gonna leave you injured or with broken armour? I know I said the 'tending your wounds' part as a joke, but I'm serious." He says firmly, kneeling down in front of the other.
"Well-" Sharp swallows, going quiet as Jude gently reaches for his left sleeve, his fingers hooking the hem before look up at the other for approval.
"Can I?"
"Why couldn't you?" Sharpness questions, blinking down at the rabbit.
He shrugs, taking this as approval and rolling the black fabric up his arm. "I dunno. Some people have like, scars, burns, weird.. birthmarks? I don't know, dude. Just thought it'd be good to ask."
"Oh," Sharp says blankly, averting his gaze from Jude. "That makes sense. I don't really care if it's you, though. Do whatever."
Judelow raises an eyebrow, and Sharpness catches it from the corner of his eye. "What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckles, "You don't care if it's me?" Jude repeats teasingly, and Sharp inhales quietly.
"I- I just meant it like, you don't really care about that stuff. You aren't gonna ask where they came from or anything like that, you just.." His voice trails off, but the words escape his lips anyway, barely audible. "Care about being my teammate."
Jude's ear twitches. He processes the words, but says nothing and pretends that he never even heard it. "Right. That's true, honestly. I don't really care about injuries or anything."
An awkward beat of silence passes as Jude rolls his sleeves back down, his fingers nimble with practiced precision. "I don't know how I didn't think of this earlier," He starts, "But like, you shouldn't even have any wounds unless you were in a fight before I trapped you."
Judelow gives him a questioning look, basically one that demands without words, "Did you get in a fight before I trapped you?"
"Uhh.. my head has kind of been hurting?" Sharp admits awkwardly, "I didn't fight anyone, but-"
"Bro," Jude interrupts, staring at him incredulously, "You most definitely have a concussion, or some sort of head injury. Why didn't you say something, idiot?"
"I don't know! I thought it was just like, a headache or something! Also, don't call me an idiot when you were the one who did it!" He replies defensively, his voice turning an octave higher in slight embarrassment.
"I did it and I said I would make up for it! What does it look like I'm doing right now?" Jude demands. His incredulous stare lingers for another moment, and then he sighs, deflating like a balloon. "..Sorry, for- doing that. Y'know, trapping you. Here, take a gapple. I'm gonna get a healing pot." He says, tossing a golden apple onto the others lap.
"I'm sorry for killing all your turtles." Sharp replies, rubbing his neck sheepishly while picking up the apple in his other hand. "And for being difficult."
"It's.." Jude hums, resigned. "Fine, I guess. I don't think you're the worst company I've ever had. And for an ego that big, at least you know how to say sorry." He snickers.
"Hey!" Sharp says, midway through a bite of the golden apple. "It's cause I felt bad!"
"You say that like it makes it any better." He replies, his back turned towards a pile of chests stacked against the wall. His eyes scan them all before he makes his choice, easing one open.
"It does! I'm kind and caring and sympathetic!" Sharpness reasons.
"And you should chew with your mouth closed." He says flatly.
"You fucking bitch-" He starts, but reluctantly does as told, his words cut short as he chews the last of the gapple.
Jude goes back to browsing through his chests, muttering under his breath. "Dude, I swear I had a healing pot here.."
He hears a loud swallow behind him, followed by-
"I'm done." Sharp announces triumphant, a grin audible in his voice.
"You did that quickly, holy shit- Okay, just give me a second. I can't find it. I think it's here somewhere.." He huffs, digging through his junk.
Sharpness laughs in slightly amusement, "Of course I ate it quickly. I'm a PVPer."
"Yeah, yeah. Good for you." Jude says dismissively, unaware of the footsteps approaching behind him.
He's supposed to be organized. Where is his healing potions? In fact, where are all his potions? Did he leave them all in his auto-brewer? "Sharp, did you also take my pots when you heartlessly killed my turtles?"
No response. Weird, but he's too busy rummaging through all his stuff to care. Jude groans, then opens another chest.
He's probably a horrible teammate if he can't do something as simple as getting a healing potion for his possibly concussed teammate that, quite frankly- Jude would like to keep around.
He wants Sharpness to stay. He won't say it, but he does.
Deep down, he thinks Sharp does too. With the way he didn't even flinch once when Jude checked him for injuries, or the way his laughter sounded so genuine as it bounced off of the walls of the base, he wants to believe that it's the truth.
He hopes it is.
"I found it!" Jude exclaims, grabbing the glass bottle out from the chest. "Sharp, here-" He begins, whirling around in excitement.
There's a brief pause that follows, then-
"Oh." He swallows nervously.
Sharp is quick to move, swiftly moving closer to Jude and knocking his back against the wall before he can protest. One arm is pinned to the left side of the wall, the other hand that holds the healing pot dropping to Jude's side uselessly.
He pushes him further against the wall, leaving practically no space for Judelow to squirm away. That also leaves no room for Jude to look anywhere else but Sharp's eyes, which might be the worst part of all of this.
"When you said you were sorry for trapping me earlier, does that also mean you aren't gonna trap me again?" Sharp questions, a wide smirk on his face.
Sharpness is way too close again. If this guy doesn't let him go, Jude might just melt before the fighter can get a proper answer out of him. "I-I'm not gonna trap you again, how many times do I have to say that?" He answers, struggling against the others hold.
"Just checking!" Sharp chirps, leaning closer to Jude. Much closer than necessary. This has to be intentional. "Because if you do trap me again, I swear that I will find your bed and spawn kill you until you're back at default strength." He finishes, a soft giggle escaping his lips.
Jude blinks, and a breathy laugh of his own escapes. The words slip before he can stop them, "Bro, you look like you're about to kiss me from how close you are."
Sharp's smirk doesn't falter, and he responds without missing a beat, "And what if I do?"
He shrugs, "I wouldn't stop you."
They stare at each other, fierce, vibrant green meeting narrowed, challenging red.
"Sure," Sharpness says eventually, "I'll take your offer then, bunny boy." He whispers, his voice lowered.
With that, Sharp tugs Jude's mask down to his chin in one swift motion, then pulling the rabbit into a quick kiss in the next. It's rushed, and it's messy, but it's the best thing that both of them have ever experienced. Jude melts under Sharp, letting the potion drop and roll across the floor as he shifts his hand up to card through the others hair.
Sharp moves his own free hand down to Jude's waist, wrapping his arm around the trappers and pressing them closer. He deepens the kiss, kissing him like a starved, desperate animal.
Jude pulls back first, gasping for a breath of air before he grabs Sharp back in, smashing another kiss against his lips. This one has a little less urgency than the first, and it's less messy, more passionate and dedicated, like they're leaning into each others touch instead of begging for it.
They continue like that for who knows how long, the hand keeping Jude's arm pinned to the wall eventually loosening until their fingers are simply entwining with one another's instead of holding the arm back.
Sharp's gloved hands are warm against Jude's freezing cold fingers, bringing warmth to the rabbits hands. It's nice. Comforting. Natural. Their hands meet perfectly.
Jude likes it, and because of that- he doesn't let Sharp pull away, even when he lets out a pitiful whine for air, letting his whine dissolve in another barrage of kisses until they're finally both out of breath. Only then does he pull away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
"I love you," Sharpness mumbles, inhaling a long breath of relief before leaning down, burying his head into Jude's neck. He squeezes the hand wrapped around the others, keeping him in place as he begins nipping and kissing his skin.
"Sharp-" Jude starts, but gives up on trying to stop the fighter. He honestly didn't want him to anyway, so they both benefit from this. He simply leans against the wall and tries to suppress the embarrassing whines and whimpers that escape his lips as Sharp's lips trail down his neck.
He feels every hot breath against his neck, every nip and every determined kiss planted by Sharp. It makes his stupid rabbit ears twitch and jolt like crazy, but he tries his best to stay in place for the sake of other. Jude has already established that he likes the position he's in right now anyway.
Sharpness eventually stops, simply nuzzling himself into the crook of Jude's neck. He drops the hand holding his as well, moving it to the other side of the trappers waist and wrapping both arms around him to pull him against his chest comfortably.
"You're warm," Jude says breathlessly, pressing a soft kiss on Sharp's hair while still raking his hands through the blond strands.
"And you're cute." Sharpness returns, his own voice just as breathless.
"Shut up." He giggles quietly, "I could get used to this, though."
The other hums in agreement, "Me too."
He leans closer into Sharp, their chests pressing against each other. "I love you," Jude murmurs, exhaling slowly. "Sorry, I didn't return it while you were fucking giving me hickeys, which- by the way, are gonna be horrible to hide if people look too closely."
Sharp laughs, lifting his head up to meet Jude's eyes, "I love you too. That was worth it."
"Idiot."
"You're worse."
"Maybe," Jude murmurs, "But you love me."
"Yeah," Sharp huffs in reluctant agreement, "I do, you fucking bitch."
A beat, then softly, barely louder than a whisper- "And I wouldn't have it any other way."