When Scott agreed to live in the flower field with Jimmy, he didn't think that Jimmy would be practically living with him. As in, under the same roof.

I mean, yeah, Jimmy does technically have a house, but it's literally just an empty room with his bed in the middle and some half-mined out walls. Scott tries not to go anywhere near Jimmy's poor excuse for a house, because it causes him physical pain to even think about that abomination. I mean, he had to pretty up the outside of Jimmy's cave just so that he didn't die inside whenever he looked out the window or came back to the flower field.

But anyway, Jimmy spent a lot of time in his house. And because Jimmy has all but moved in, that means that his garbage was everywhere, and it was driving Scott insane. He wasn't exactly a clean freak, but for the love of Aeor, Jimmy is a whole other being.

As Scott started picking up all the random garbage that had been strewn across the floor, Jimmy burst through the door, his face all aglow. In his arms was a variety of materials.

"Scott!" Jimmy exclaimed with a grin so bright that it rivaled the sun. "I hit the jackpot! I found so many diamonds!"

Scott giggled softly. "Oh yeah? Did you run into any monsters?"

Jimmy's grin diminished. "Well...m-maybe..."

Scott sighed as he opened a chest. He grabbed a loose rag, and walked out to the lake beside them. He sat beside the lake and wet the rag, and turned to find Jimmy sitting behind him, materials long gone. "What am I gonna do with you?" Scott mumbled as he gently dabbed at a small cut on Jimmy's cheek that he just now noticed. "Where were you hit?"

"An arrow scraped my cheek and hit my forearm pretty deeply." Jimmy replied. "Oh, and one of those little demons bit my calf."

Scott huffed. "Do I really have to babysit you every time you go to the mines?"

"...No..." Jimmy mumbled. "Only some of the time..."

Scott sighed as he moved onto Jimmy's forearm, since his face should heal rather quickly and shouldn't need more than an eye on it just to avoid infection. He pushed Jimmy's sleeve up, causing the blond man to wince. There was a large gash where a whole arrowhead used to be, and the wound was bleeding profusely—more so now since the sleeve was pushed up.

Scott sucked a breath in through his teeth. "Damn, he got you good, didn't he?"

"That explains why I've been feeling lightheaded." Jimmy commented as he looked at the wound.

"You mean that you didn't know that you were bleeding this badly!?" Scott asked incredulously as he gently dabbed at the wound with the wet rag, turning the white rag red.

"Well, I knew that I got hit, but it happened at the tail-end of my adventure and I was swarmed by like twenty mobs. I couldn't exactly stop and address my wounds." Jimmy said sheepishly. "And, besides, I knew you were home, so I wasn't that concerned."

"But I was just about to go out and enchant my gear." Scott argued. "The only reason why I was still home was because I was busy cleaning up your mess."

"Then it's a good thing that I'm not a neat freak like you." Jimmy said with a slight smile. "Sorta like the Yin to your Yang."

At that point, Scott had finished cleaning the wound, and set the rag down in his lap. He made his right hand hover over Jimmy's forearm, and a faint green glow started emanating from Scott's palm. Slowly, the wound started healing, until the forearm appeared to be good as new.

"Woah..." Jimmy whispered as he felt his forearm. "Since when could you do that neat little trick?"

Scott giggled. "A magician never tells his secrets." He said, winking. "Now, pull your pant-leg up so I can heal your calf."

Jimmy did just that. He pulled his pant-leg up to his knee, showcasing the small bite-mark on his calf. It wasn't too bad, but it did break skin, so it was better to heal it now before it got infected.

As Scott held Jimmy's calf—in a rather awkward way, might I add—and cleaned the wound, Jimmy picked a flower. It was a poppy, as red as blood.

"Here." Jimmy said, giving Scott the poppy as he finished up with the leg. "As thanks."

Scott gently took the poppy from Jimmy's hand, and looked at it for a long moment.

"Elves don't usually do romantic gestures." Scott said softly. "There's no point. If you're horny, then you just have sex. Romance only really matters to mortals, because your life is short, no matter how long your natural lifespan is. You don't have millennia to figure out who you are. Your forever has an end. Mine does not."

Jimmy looked at the cyan-haired elf incredulously. He...wasn't expecting that reaction from him simply giving the elf a flower.

"Yin and Yang, huh?" Scott muttered. "Neat and Messy. Mortal and Immortal." He gently placed the poppy behind Jimmy's ear, and then cupped his cheek. "You and Me."

Jimmy's face warmed, and his cheeks were as red as the poppy behind his ear. Scott hesitantly took his hand away from Jimmy's cheek, and Jimmy's cheek had never felt colder. He turned, and picked another nearby poppy, and placed it behind Scott's ear.

"There!" Jimmy said with a smile so bright that it rivaled the sun on a summer afternoon. "Now we fit in with our little flower field!"

Scott looked at the blond for a long moment, his face a pretty shade of pink.

Oh my sweet Aeor, I think I'm in love.

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Happy belated Valentines Day!

So I initially got the prompt "A and B are living together for the first time", so I started the oneshot off with that. And then it turned into a literal hurt/comfort, and then it turned into whatever the fuck the end is.

This is kinda all over the place, but I like it. Short and sweet and yeah. I had another oneshot planned, but it was a lot longer and was a VERY messy half of a rough draft by the time V-Day came up, and I wanted to post something Flower Husbands related, so here we go.