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hey hey— i loved the angsty c!grian x reader fic (the newest one you uploaded, i mean), and was wondering if you'd do a sequel for it? not forced, obviously
as for a plot, that's entirely up to you!! i don't have any ideas atm so feel free to write whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
thanks in advance if you do this !! /gen
Hi there! Thanks for the request! I had a bit of inspiration strike, so I hope you enjoy! The anon's talking about this fic!
Regrets Are Sweet (But My Heart is Stronger)
c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)
Summary: You’ve moved on, but he doesn’t know.
Notes: Angsty, unrequited love (but reversed this time :3), could be read as mild yandere. The server that the reader has moved to is left up to you, pick your favorite!
This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.
“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.
Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.
<Grian has joined the game.>
Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.
Soon, another message came through:
<Grian whispered to you: Y/N! Where are you?>
It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.
<You whispered to Grian: Don’t come to me. I’ll meet you at spawn.>
His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?
When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.
“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”
You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”
He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”
“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”
Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”
Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”
“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”
“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”
Turning, you began to leave.
“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”
You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”
His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”
It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”
And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”
Turning once again, you didn’t hear any further pleads he may have made. Pulling out your communicator, you tabbed over to the map and began to return home.
#frog returns with angst >:3#frog's fics#frog writes#grian x reader#grian x y/n#c!grian x reader#c!grian x y/n#angst#tw angst#hermitcraft x reader#hermitcraft x y/n#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#gender neutral reader#reader insert#one-sided pining#let me know if you want me to add more tags!
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GIMME SUGAR!
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ PAIRING \ C!Grian x GN!Reader, C!Xisumavoid x GN!Reader
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ How a few of our favorite block men would make your Valentine’s Day special.
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ N/A
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ A/N \ I know, I know- I’ve been MIA for a while. However! I have cooked up something short, sweet, and extra fluffy for Valentine’s day, so I hope you all enjoy this rare treat! (I may or may not be dying, but it’s fine :])
GRIAN
Grian doesn’t do anything in half measures, and Valentine’s Day is no exception.
Dresses up so fancy for you.
I’m talking button-up shirt with the cashmere vest, heart-shaped glasses, and the shiniest accessories a pesky bird can get his hands on.
First thing in the morning, he’s knocking on your door- or, if that doesn’t work, your bedroom window- with a basket full of your favorite treats and his very biggest smile :)
It doesn’t matter if you’re a morning person or not, he is determined to spend as much time with you as physically possible; what else would he be doing? Finishing his base, like a loser?
Think: Grian bundling you tight to his chest as he takes you on a sunset flight, weaving through the sky just to laugh at you when you shriek, and feel his heart beat harder in his chest when you smile at him in that half-exasperated half-fond way.
Think: Grian doing anything to earn a smile, from reciting the cheesiest pick-up lines he can think of to blasting your favorite music and singing along with you.
Think: Grian dropping you off at your base, only for you to pull him into a long, slow kiss. When the two of you part, he’s bright red and grinning like an idiot.
He’s your idiot, though, and don’t you forget it.
XISUMAVOID
As the server admin, Xisuma is very busy, but he always makes time for you.
He picks you up from your latest project at dusk, his armor polished and elytra gleaming in the waking starlight; every inch a knight straight from the pages of a fairy-tale.
Xisuma greets you like one, too, pressing a featherlight kiss to your palm before he sweeps you away with a flicker of code.
Valentine’s Day is a moment where everything pauses, for the both of you. There are no obligations, no worries, nothing beyond the two of you.
Together.
Think: Xisuma tangling his legs with yours under the dinner table, attentive even though you’ve been talking for thirty minutes, and the food he’d prepared for you long gone.
Think: Xisuma allowing you to play with his hair as you make your way through a rom-com marathon, dryly critiquing the plots and characters until you’re a giggly mess.
Think: Xisuma watching you slowly fall asleep in his arms, still as a statue even though his legs have fallen asleep and you’re drooling a little bit onto his shirt.
He’ll take his time, if it’s for you.
#a meal for the children#hermitcraft x reader#hermitcraft x y/n#hermitcraft x you#mcyt x reader#mcyt x you#mcyt x y/n#grian x reader#grian x you#grian x y/n#c!grian#xisumavoid x reader#xisumavoid x you#xisumavoid x y/n#c!xisumavoid
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Can I request a dsmp!reader and Grian fluff drabble? If not please just ignore this :]
-🧚🏽
*Crawls out of my rat cave* *places on the floor* *skitters back into my rat cave for 2-5 business days*
(Ps. this can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic)
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This was a great place to be. Hermitcraft. Less than wholesome things still happened, but the hermits always- always left with their bonds being the same, or even stronger. It was your happily ever after. So different to the Dream Smp, so different to your past. You had good friends here, ones you could entrust your life with. The types of friends who you never had to doubt rather or not they had your back.
"Hello- you doing anything important right now?"
Grian. You didn't have to face him to recognize his greeting. In many ways, you were identical. His past was similarly not the happiest tale. And yet, he still had people there through the dark times. And in the end he ended up here, surrounded by comfort and the surefire feeling of family. Maybe that's why he instantly glued himself to your side when you first got here. Shaking like a leaf at anything and everything. Even now you were still inseparable.
"Nope, even if I was I'm too intrigued by whatever you're about to say"
"Good, do you want to go cause some problems?"
"Do I even need to respond?"
"Not at all, let's go."
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Powered By Redstone (And Love)
Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming
Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)
Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff
Words: 3.4k
Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!
Content warnings (If any): None
"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining
'Double Life' he called it
It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live.
"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?" You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground
"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!"
You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join."
"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!"
"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true
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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count
15...
There were 15 people on the server including you.
"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!"
"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him
"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief
"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple."
You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian."
"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."
When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured
"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie."
"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that."
"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male
Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways.
Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped.
<Tango> was blown up by a creeper
<Y/ndoesthings> died
<SolidarityGaming> died
When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree
"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy
"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide
"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked
"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn.
Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked
"Is everyone okay?"
The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around.
"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said
"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was."
"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things."
But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again.
Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together.
"How are you feeling?" You asked softly
"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us."
"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else."
Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back.
Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them.
When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth.
"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him
"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed
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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear.
"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-"
"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it
Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second.
"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest.
"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-"
"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."
"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked."
"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin
"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours.
Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.
You just found your two new favorite flavors.
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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed.
The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.
A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz?
Your precious jewels... Oh how you love them so.
As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear.
He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world
And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general.
Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.
Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man.
"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket."
With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down.
He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now.
"Powered by Redstone"
That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension.
At least he thinks.
He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now.
The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart.
But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.
Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server.
"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-"
And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt.
"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum
But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that.
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Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?"
"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded.
"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?"
"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."
"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch
The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans.
So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast.
Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."
"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?"
"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy."
You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango.
"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast."
Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip.
After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed.
"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting."
"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share
After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices.
"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words."
"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home."
"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy."
A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you
"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him
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Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-"
Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...
His home
A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!"
"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?"
With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one."
Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked.
"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-"
"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-"
This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening.
When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged
When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered
"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
#C!Tangotek#C!SolidarityGaming#double life tango#double life jimmy#double life smp#traffic smp#life series#tangotek x reader#tango x reader#C!Tango x reader#jimmy solidarity#double life solidarity#Jimmy Solidarity x reader#jimmy x reader#C! Jimmy x reader#Luna Has Written#Solidarity x reader#Solidarity gaming x reader
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Who Will I write for?
A list of people and fandoms I will be willing to write for! This is both platonic and romantic (and nsfw- ONLY for characters, NO real people! [ex. I could write a C! Hermitcraft x reader nsfw, but i would NOT write a regular hermitcraft one, yknow??]), if it has a STAR beside their name, then they are ONLY PLATONIC
Famous People/Youtubers
Smallishbeans*
LDShadowlady*
James Marriot
Solidarity
Smajor1995*
Nihachu
Slimecicle
Sam Golbach
Colby Brock
Kris Collins*
Celina Spookyboo*
Marauders Era
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Peter Pettigrew
Fabian Prewett
Gideon Prewett
Molly Prewett
Marlene McKinnon
Lily Evans
Dorcas Meadows
Frank Longbottom
Regulus Black
Barty Crouch
Evan Rosier
Severus Snape
Lucius Malfoy
Amos Diggory
Arthur Weasley
Fear Street 1994
Deena
Josh
Kate Schmidt
Samantha Fraser
Simon
Helluva Boss
Blitz
Millie/Moxxie (if romance, poly only)
Loona
Striker
Stolas
Octavia
Asmodeus
Fiizzarolli
Beelzebub
Verosika Mayday
Hazbin Hotel
Charlie
Vaggie
Alastor
Angel
Husk
Nifty*
Lucifer
Adam
Rosie*
Sir Pentious
Cherri Bomb
Vox
Velvette
Hermitcraft (the people I regularly watch)
Grian
MumboJumbo
GoodTimesWithScar
TangoTek
BdoubleO (Bdubs)
Falsesymmetry
Gemintay
ImpulseSV
Iskall85
Rendog
Smallishbeans
Julie and the Phantoms
Julie
Reggie
Luke
Alex
Flynn
Carrie
Willie
Trolls (CURRENT HYPERFIXATION)
Poppy
Branch
Gristle*
Bridget*
Creek
Guy Diamond*
Tiny Diamond*
Barb
Trollex
Delta Dawn
John Dory
Spruce/Bruce
Clay
Floyd
Velvet
Veneer
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Can I request a Yandere!Impulse x Reader fic? preferably male reader but idm if not. In terms of plot, can you write something where he stalks the reader + takes pictures of them, and the reader ends up finding his 'collection' of photos. If not then just general yan hcs or smth is fine! Ty - 🌠 (Stargazer Anon)
First of all, thank you for being my first request, stargaze anon :]
Notes: I'm gonna pretend I'm confident in writing this. It's probably gonna be ooc and for that I am very sorry 😭
Already letting you guys know I am new to Tumblr and also sorry if there are any errors.
Yes, "chat" are viewers, this is C! and not CC! I don't do yandere content creators. Minecraft is real in this, please understand my logic here.
I meant for it to be male reader, I swear, but since I was sleepy at the time I wrote, it ended up being in a headcannon type of way, which means almost no dialogue so the gender is not mentioned. I also write in second person a lot so there's also that.
TWs: Yandere, probably ooc Impulse, stalking, kidnapping and someone taking pics of you.
C! Yandere ImpulseSV x Reader
What fear of rejection can cause
The first time Impulse caught a glimpse of you was during 3rd life.
His first feeling towards you was confusion. You were collecting wood at a random forest just by the time he was passing by it, some people would call it fate.
You were talking to your chat, small creatures that resembled allays, each of them with different personalities and distinguishing features. It took him a few seconds to remember who you were, he had never seen you before, having found out about you through Grian when he told everyone he had invited an old friend of his to the 3rd life server. Looking briefly over your features which matched with the ones his avian friend mentioned was all it took for him to shrug it off, not yet deeming you an enemy.
As expected from him, he went to chat with you, introduce himself and link a face to a name. Your chat seemed pleasantly surprised with his sudden appearance, excitedly chirping while spinning around your head and his, their little sounds unintelligible to his ears even though you could hear them yell his name very clearly. Impulse caught on to what they were doing quickly, having already gone through the same situation many times with other people. He smiled at the small beings and waved.
The first conversation of you guys was okay, awkward, if you were to describe it as anything else. After that the both of you just decided to keep to yourselves, having mutual allies and friends who kept you two together, sometimes saying "hi" when you crossed paths. Nothing else was going on between you other than that.
Impulse was curious, something about you just wouldn't let him be in peace.
Sure, you guys didn't quite click when you first met, but there had to be something about you, right? Grian was friends with you for years, the others, your newfound friends, seemed to nearly mirror Grian's bond with you despite having just met you, despite not knowing you as long as he did.
Impulse should have been guilty, it couldn't have been right to follow you around like that, in secret even. But to be fair, he was guilty at the start. He even gave up following you the first time he decided to do so, but the second time… The second time he figured he had a reasonable excuse. He wanted to know more about you so that the awkwardness wouldn't happen the next time he tried to befriend you! So that you guys would click like you did with the others, you eventually would.
Hesitation kept him from even approaching you, he got used to just seeing you interact with the world and the others around you from an outsider's point of view and imagining himself going through such situations with you according to that. He didn't want to ruin the fantasy or his chance at befriending you, he knew you were a kind person, but one could only ruin so many chances, so for now, he would stick to learning more about you.
At first, this was all there was to it, curiosity, then, you started seeming like such a good friend! Perhaps your kindness was what charmed him even more, treating his friends kindly brought you some extra points in his book, the one you knew nothing about.
Kindness could only get you so far, you had come across Etho as he was messing with redstone, the redstone Impulse recognized as the bunch he had brought to him. You seemed very interested in the ore, asking a lot of questions, questions Impulse himself could have answered to you had you just directed them to him, him and not Etho. Still, a victory was a victory. The still hidden man quietly cheered behind some random bush as you two spoke, too engrossed in the matter to notice a grown man almost jumping around in giddiness as he found out a new thing you two had in common. Something that could possibly bring you two together!
All good things must come to an end. It was hard seeing you reach your red life and die before him and not even be able to help you, the only thing he was able to do was avenging you, bringing your killers down. Still, it was all fun and games between friends, that was, before he noticed that was it. You weren't a hermit, you were on this series because of Grian but Xisuma was the admin of the Hermitcraft server, the things there were different and Grian could only do so much considering Xisuma didn't have the least of clues about who you were.
When that dawned on him, all hell broke loose, you guys weren't close enough to keep contact and neither was it normal for him to just ask his friends what server you were at currently or for your communicator ID. As much as he could do so, he also just couldn't, or at least that's what his brain told him. Was this what fear of rejection felt like?
He brainstormed a plan right off the bat. He had to convince Xisuma to white list you. And the most natural way for doing so was to bring your mutual friends to convince him. All members from 3rd life, that was enough to bring you back to his reach, where he could learn about you, much to his delight. Keeping you at arm's length was just way safer than letting you wander around servers he didn't trust or know.
At this point, he couldn't quite deny anymore that something was wrong. Despite trying over and over to think about it from all perspectives, the way things were going was alarming, at this point even you could feel something was wrong. Feeling eyes on you even while you were inside your base, in a peaceful server like Hermitcraft, it couldn't have been normal.
The pile of excuses became bigger as Impulse's pupils dilated in pure affection, snapping the picture of a perfect moment, the very first one of many to come, a soft smile blossomed at his face along with redness following from his cheeks to the tip of his ears as you brought your first pet home, smiling from ear to your beloved animal's form despite whatever it was. He wished he could have had that memory with you, that was the excuse, not only was it a one time thing but it was also important to him, the photo would work as a memory of you together. Despite him not actually being there, he decided to delude himself to believe it was like he was there anyway, taking a selfie with you as if you were aware of his presence.
Only, it wasn't a one time thing.
He had a whole collection.
It was only right, right? It's not like you can only have one single memory and call it done. Memories are supposed to be kept in group, it's a prettier word when said in plural! That's actually something you said once, he wrote it down in his little notebook of you.
That's what he would have told you to defend himself when you first saw his special 'collection of memories'.
You stared at the many pictures of you in the chest. It was a double chest full. of. pictures. of. you.
You rested your face against the palm of your hands, releasing the wooden lid which closed with a soft thud. You didn't mean to find this chest, you didn't even remember what you had come here for in the first place. The first question that went through your mind was how on earth did he have the time to take all of those pictures, like, what. Then, the other questions flooded in, your mind felt like it was imploding, how were you even supposed to approach this matter with him? You weren't even close, acquaintances at best!
You looked up again for a moment, the lid of the chest had a faint engraving, one you didn't even notice when you came looking around for- Whatever you came here looking for, was it redstone? You were partially sure Mumbo had told you earlier Impulse would have loads of it and not have any problem with trading it with you for something else. That's what you wandered here for, you just wanted to grab the redstone and leave a note and some diamonds, this turned dark pretty quick.
"My favorites <3" Read the engraving, a little heart crudely drawn at the end of the sentence. That explained why every single one of the photos seemed to have little hearts drawn all over them. You confirmed your theories as you opened the lid again with shaking hands, hearts of varying shapes, sizes and colors on each picture. With a scowl, you scrunched up your nose as you noticed something.
"Bro didn't even get my best angle"
The sound of a wooden door opening made you panic, silently but quickly closing the chest you were looking at and opening the one right by the side of it, almost sighing in relief as you saw it was full of ores and redstone, exactly what you had come here looking for.
The person seemed to pause at the door for a solid second before speaking. "[Name]? Hey- What are you doing here?" Hearing the familiar voice and looking behind you confirmed your suspicions of the person in question being Impulse himself, you catched him glancing at the chest right by your side as you turned around, his nervous smile dropping as he frowned, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking slowly. "How much did you see?"
You ran your hand through your hair, messing it up. "This chest," You pointed to the one you had just pretended you never opened while confessing you did. You didn't even know why you were the one confessing when you were supposed the one to be asking the questions here, then again this was the type of situation you never expected to be a part of, imagine being the victim! "Why- When did this even start?-" You barked questions at him as you moved to stand up. "This is creppy man! This is not okay."
"I'll explain everything, it's not like there's a lot to explain anyway… Just sit there, somewhere, make yourself comfortable."
With a bad feeling in your gut you moved to look for a place to sit, just now noticing how big of a place this was. It's impossible for Impulse to be able to function and have the time to not only stalk you but also build such things, this base seemed like one of his biggest he had ever done, even if more hidden than normally.
You turned around for a moment, the shock distracting you mind for just enough time to feel a sudden pain at the back of your head and black out, almost hitting the floor before Impulse caught you and sat you down at a couch, the softest one in there and his personal favorite.
He sighed in relief, calmly walking a few steps back and dropping his axe back in his inventory, as if he had not just hit you with it's handle. He stoped close to the door, pressing a button that made his redstone circuit work, successfully locking the only entrance to his house, and the only exit, too.
Good thing he thought ahead and hid his actual favorite photos well, well enough so you didn't see them yet, he would show them to you later, sure, but right now it wouldn't be a good start to your new relationship. He hoped you would be quick to accept this new "arrangement". It's not like he's letting you go soon, anyway.
No, no. Not really. Now he has all the time in the world to get closer to you, he made sure to fill this new house of the both of you with all sort of things he knew you liked. Now he has all the chances in the world to befriend you without awkwardness, eventually it's gonna be impossible to feel awkward with him when he's the only one you have to talk to, right?
Maybe meeting him at the forest really was fate, probably a warning, one you disregarded.
#impulse x reader#impulsesv#yandere x reader#hermitcraft x reader#yandere impulse#c: impulse#hermitcraft x y/n#hermitcraft x you#tw: yandere
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I was bored and wrote this at work
Why don't you trust me?
Yan! Scar x gn! reader
Cw: Kidnapping, angst, slight manipulation
Warning: Yandere is not okay, and the stuff thG happens in this fic i don't condone irl. This is a work of fiction.
You grumbled to yourself, what had happened, you had a light headache where were you you tried to rub your eyes and thats when you felt it, the heavy chain on your arm attaching you to the wall in a dark room. You froze, who captured you, you remember a battle between Dogwarts and the desert.Then the enchanting table was left there and it.. exploded. Oh God, you were on your second life and you figured Scar or Grian captured you but thats when someone came down the steps. "H-Hello-?" You called out
"Hello my love." A familiar voice responded... Scar. "Scar, help me im trapped and you can s-"
"Ah, ah ah, shhhhh." He came closer and put a finger in front of your mouth quieting you. You could make him out in the dimly lit room, his red skin. "This is what happens when you decide to be a traitor honey."
"T-Traitor but we agr-"
"Ah, what did I say about being quiet im not done explaining." You could see his smile shift into a smirk. "You know I love you, but you chose to be with Ren over me, so I took you away, I saved you from him, he's a monster and I'm all you need baby." He moved closer and started to gently caress the side of your face looking into your E/C eyes with deep love as he kissed you before pulling away and smiling at you. You kissed back as you loved the man in front of you.
"Now come on Scar, you know I love you and we happened to be on opposing team, it's not the most pleasant situation but I love you more than anything so please let me go."
"Awe baby, as much as I'd love to let you be free you need to prove your worth to me, and promise to never go back over there, you got hurt over there you're on your second life now and thats not good. Its not safe over there for you and I want to make sure you are as safe as possible."
"Scar don't you think this is a little ridiculous?"
"Maybe you'll learn your lesson on how to not be a traitor."
"Baby im sorry."
He chuckled at you, he wasn't the scar you knew this Scar was crazier than normal, this was red life Scar. He gave you one more kiss which you didn't return in pure hurt that your love didn't trust you as he left the room.
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I told you I loved you every day.
BigGaySpaceDad
Fandom: Hermitcraft
Ships: Xisumavoid/Grian
Umbrella tag: Pinning
Completion status: Complete
Words: 2039
I just didn't know you could hear me.
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X has a major crush and the ability to stop time with his admin powers.
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Readers Notes:
I wrote this lmao so yeah.
Don't Forget to read tags for any possible trigger warnings.
Happy readings,
Space Dad C
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Two Birds
Pairing: Grian x Winged!Reader
Request: spare some grian content???? grian with a winged s/o,,,,what shenanigans would they get upto-👑
Word count: 800
Okay so let’s get the cute basic stuff laid out. The “well that’s obvious” type stuff before we get to the cooler stuff.
You two obviously cuddle and preen together. Birds and bird hybrids that befriend anything will preen their friends. Doesn’t even matter if they’re a bird or not, bird see friend and bird clean by preen. Cleaning is a form of love for them! Helps keep you healthy!
So the preening is a cute little couple thing you two do together. Yes, you two preen your friends occasionally, but it’s mostly between you two. Plus you only preen your friends’ hair. Wing preening is only done between couples.
On an almost daily occurrence, you two will go out flying together. Not just a flying trip from project to project. No, this is more for relaxation. A journey with no set destination. All that matters is the journey you two have. Time is almost always made for this activity.
When Grian starts to get too focused into a project to the point of not taking a break or gets frustrated, you always bring up flying around to let him get his frustrations out. It’s something to help stretch some of those muscles that’ve been tensed up.
Intentionally or unintentionally, you two almost always do a “wing bump” when you walk by each other. It’s like a little high-five, should bump or arm bump when you walk by a friend. Though it’s more of a gentle bump or brush by. A quiet way of saying “Hey there!” and “I know you!”. With wings, it adds “I love you” onto that unspoken message.
Sunbathing is also an activity the two of you do often. Waking up and having the sunbeams greet you and warm you up for the day to come? Yeah that’s nice and all but going to sleep in the sunlight is so much more comforting. The soft heat from the sun warming your feathers and skin, slowly enticing you to the gentle embrace of sleep. Having a sleeping buddy to sunbathe with just makes the experience so much better. You get a buddy to talk with and enjoy the beams while relaxing.
Though what mostly happens is that you go with Grian to help on a project and you end up sleeping in the sunlight because of how long he just goes at it. He’ll spend hours just straight working on it, perfecting every build and prank. That can get rather tiring and boring, no matter who you’re with. A little sleep never hurt anybody.
Your sleeping actually forces Grian to take a break sometimes. That or he keeps a closer eye on your and the surroundings.
As a bird you should be able to keep an eye on your surroundings with that funky brain behavior but you’re half human so that just takes out that ability. It’s pretty much unusable or not there at all. So that leaves you vulnerable. You sleeping leaves your safety up to those around you and Grian is more than happy to take up that responsibility.
If either of you wants more attention in public or get a bit jealous because why is your partner speaking to someone else right now? Attention is required! From an outside view, most of the behavior to catch a partner’s attention is “cute” and not seen as rude at all. Which is nice and refreshing. They see it more as romantic or as a “couple” thingy.
One method to get your partner’s attention is to chirp and make some other cute bird noises. Another is to just cuddle/lean on the partner. It's just the lovey dovey stuff couples do. Bird hybrids just make it cuter.
You can’t have bird hybrid headcannons without the mating rituals. The singing, dancing, gifting and home building. It’s just a thing that has to be done!
So obviously when Grian is feeling more energetic that day, he’ll dance around to express his feelings. You’re more than happy to join him. Sometimes he does it just to impress you. Look at this cool dance move he can do! He’s so cool.
Must I even explain the gifting and house building? It’s just in his nature already. Adding bird doesn’t change this behavior much. If anything, it just makes it more prominent. Well, prominent isn’t the word. More of an issue, for lack of a better description.
Parrots in minecraft dancing? Implementing that behaior into Grian? Absolutely adorable. Almost the moment music starts Grian’s dance moves make an appearance. No matter how small the moves are, he’s shuffling around and bopping his head to the beat. Maybe even singing along. You do the same and it’s an adorable bonding activity for the two of you.
The others totally play music around you two to get y’all started. It’s a fun prank idea for them and it ends so wholesomely! Why would someone not do it just to see the two of your laughing together?
#mcyt x reader#grian x reader#hermitshipping#mcyt shipping#hermitcraft grian#x reader#dodo writing#c: grian#hermitcraft x reader
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Hi! Saw that writing requests were open so I was wondering if I could request a reader x mumbo oneshot? :)
Something about maybe having a lazy morning where the reader and mumbo just stay in bed a bit longer and cuddle and talk about random stuff? Could maybe end with grian and/or scar busting in their house because they need mumbo's help with something and mumbo not wanting to get up and being all grumpy. Just a bunch of fluff with a bit of humor :D
reader with they/them pronouns!
A Lazy Morning with Mumbo; C. Mumbo x Reader
Hi Anon! I literally wrote this as soon as I read your message because I was so excited! Thank you for sharing your request with me! Hope you enjoy :-)
*Warning! This fic contains profanity and descriptions of (mostly healed) burn/injury! Don’t read if this could upset you!
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It was the sunlight on their forehead that pulled Y/n out of their slumber.
It crept in through the open window, landing all over their wooden flooring, and stretching all the way to their bed. It fell over their body in sheets of warmth, dusting the high points of their nose and cheeks. Y/n couldn’t help but recoil from the rays, pulling their sheets up to bury their face.
There was a weight wrapped around Y/n’s waist, which shifted a bit when they moved. A hand found its way to the sliver of their skin that was exposed underneath the covers. Rough fingers, scarred from years of gloveless redstone-ing, gently stroked their torso, finding solace in the way that they rose and fell with each inhale and exhale.
Y/n could almost feel themself begin to fall back asleep when a form shifted behind them. A strong nose pressed into the nape of their neck, warm breaths on the backside of their jaw. His mustache was the most noticeable change, now tickling that sensitive part of their neck.
Y/n crinkled their nose and reached a hand back to find his face. Their palm landed somewhere near his temple, judging by the feeling of thick hair under their fingertips. They ran their thumb over his hairline and felt him lean into their touch.
“You’re tickling me.” They admitted quietly.
The breaths at their neck deepened when the form behind them let out a quiet laugh. The fingers at their waist halting their ministrations for half a second.
“Sorry love.”
His voice was groggy and wonderfully low - they always did love how he sounded when he first woke up. There was a certain rasp to it that was much more noticeable when he was tired. Y/n turned over to look at their lover, eyes falling on his face.
Mumbo’s eyes were still shut, dark eyelashes resting on the tops of his cheeks. His usually styled hair was messy with sleep, a cowlick sending it in multiple directions. He was smiling peacefully at them. Y/n’s hand found him again, this time resting under his jaw, their thumb on his tall cheekbone. They stroked the skin there comfortingly, reveling in the feeling. He opened his eyes slowly, holding their gaze as soon as he found it.
“Good morning,” he greeted with that perfect morning-voice, and Y/n’s heart fluttered at the sound. They couldn’t help but scoot forward, burying their head into his chest.
Aforementioned chest rumbled with a chuckle, strong arms wrapping around Y/n and pulling them impossibly closer to Mumbo.
“How’d you sleep?” They asked into his sternum, voice muffled by the sweater he was wearing.
“Perfectly. Always perfect when I’m with you,” Mumbo answered honestly, resting his chin atop their head. Y/n would have rolled their eyes had they been open - the cheesiness too much to bear. Still, they couldn’t help but agree with him. Nights spent with Mumbo were always more desirable than nights spent alone. The man was a living teddy bear.
“You’re such a flirt,” they teased, tangling their legs with his affectionately.
If they’d been looking at Mumbo, they would have seen his cheeks flush a light pink. It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, Y/n could always reduce him to a blushing and word-fumbling mess.
“Come ‘ere,” Mumbo mumbled, large hands searching for Y/n’s face, eventually landing on their jaw. He carefully guided their head away from his chest, angling it towards his own. Their eyes were open now, searching his expression for some kind of clue as to what he was doing.
Mumbo leaned down catching Y/n’s lips with his own. His hands cradled their face still, unwilling to let them go. Y/n followed his lead, gripping onto his sweater in an effort to keep him close. They sighed blissfully.
He pulled away after a moment, placing another peck onto the tip of their nose, and eventually resting his forehead against theirs.
“Do you want to live with me?”
Y/n’s eyebrows shot up at the question. From the way that they were positioned, they couldn’t get a good look at his face. They could, however, feel his fingers, which were drumming anxiously on the back of their neck. Y/n wondered if he even knew he was doing it.
With the start of the season, they’d only really just begun to plan their main base, and they weren’t super attached to any of the ideas they’d had. The little starter home that the both of them were currently situated in had been their main priority so far. They knew Mumbo’s general plans for his future home, and truth be told, they had imagined how wonderful it’d be to wake up with him everyday.
“You don’t have to say yes,” Mumbo interrupted their train of thought, nerves clearly getting the best of him. The finger drumming hadn’t quelled at all, seemingly even faster than before. Y/n quickly shook their head, reaching up to find his forearms. They held his arms, pulling his hands to eye level.
“I would love to. I know we could make something great together.” They answered assuringly before pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles, taking note of the noticeably fresher scars found there. They’d have to brew him a healing potion later.
Mumbo heaved a sigh of relief, dopey smile paired with a relax in his posture. Y/n hadn’t noticed how much he’d tensed his body up.
“Absolutely. Absolutely we will make something amazing.” He affirmed, blushing furiously when they giggled at him.
“Don’t laugh. I wasn’t sure you’d say yes,” he scolded jokingly, pouting at them. Y/n muffled another laugh and slipped their fingers through his, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
“I can’t help it, you’re so cute when you’re nervous.” They smiled mischievously at him, shaking their head at the dramatic huff he replied with.
“Nervous? Says the one who could hardly speak the first time I kissed them.”
Y/n’s eyes went wide with offense, remembering exactly which event Mumbo was referring to. Their first kiss hadn’t exactly been expected on their end. Y/n could recall standing stock-still when he’d leaned down to press his lips to theirs. They’d been a flustered mess, and could hardly get a word out when he finally pulled away.
“Rude!” They exclaimed in faux-offense, dropping his hands and looking at him with sad eyes.
Mumbo smirked victoriously, pinching their cheek and ignoring them when they attempted to slap his hand away.
“It’s a good thing you love me anyway,” he teased, pouting his lips mockingly. Y/n tried to frown at him, but couldn’t help the little grin from overtaking their expression.
“You’re lucky I do,” they chided, finally getting his hands off of their head.
“You are also lucky you haven’t lost your hands, with as poorly as you take care of them,” Y/n scolded, pulling Mumbo’s knuckles up in front of his eyes so that they could both see the recent injuries.
Mumbo grimaced at the sight, having forgotten to even clean them up last night. He’d been so excited to climb into bed and cuddle, he hadn’t thought to treat his wound first. Besides, this wasn’t the first time he’d postponed his own wellbeing to spend time with Y/n, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They were his priority, always.
“It’s just a little burn, nothing to worry about.” Mumbo deflected, shrugging his shoulders, but not missing the look Y/n gave him.
“If you’d just wear your gloves, there wouldn’t be any burns,” Y/n reprimanded. Mumbo shook his head at them. They were right of course, but gloves always got in his way. He didn’t like the layer of fabric between him and his work, his contraptions always worked better when he built them with bare hands.
“That’s alright. You’ll just have to keep taking care of me.”
Y/n, realizing they weren’t getting anywhere with him, bit their lip and tried not to think about Mumbo’s knuckles. He rubbed his thumb on the back of their hand comfortingly, trying to draw their attention somewhere else.
Y/n stifled a yawn they didn’t know was coming, pulling Mumbo’s hand with them.
“Still tired?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Y/n nodded, allowing Mumbo to wrap them up in his arms again, the two resuming their hug from earlier. His fingers found their way into their hair, combing through it gently. Y/n sighed into his chest, basking in his familiar touch.
Mumbo rested his head on top of theirs, breathing gently so as to not disturb his sleepy lover. If Y/n wanted to have a lazy morning, then who was he to argue? He could use the extra sleep anyway. Mumbo could never have enough rest.
He was halfway to falling back asleep when the crash of a door whipping open bomboarded his ears.
Underneath him, Y/n stirred uncomfortably, frowning at the sudden noise. Disappointed in their discomfort, Mumbo, turned to the source of the noise, prepared to tell whatever it was to screw off.
“Mumbo! There you are! I’ve been looking for you for ages!”
Mumbo groaned when Grian’s voice met his ears. He was smiling cheerily from the entranceway, hands thrown up in excitement. The shorter man was posed like a cartoon character, stance wide and face lit up with a wide grin. He was much too energized as far as Mumbo was concerned.
“It’s polite to knock,” Mumbo informed sarcastically, rolling back over towards Y/n, who’d curled even further into him than he’d originally thought possible.
“Nonsense! How would I know you heard me? Better to just wake you up myself! Oh hello Y/n!”
Grian’s voice grew louder as he approached, eventually sitting down on the bed and leaning over their intertwined forms. Mumbo peeked one eye open to see his friend smiling down at the two of them, uncaring of their tiredness.
“Grian, do you think we could be left alone please?”
Mumbo couldn't help the frustration that seeped into his voice, fatigue weighing on his ability to sugarcoat his feelings. Somewhere under the covers, Y/n giggled at his tone.
“Nope! You see, I…,” Grian trailed off, trying to figure out how to summarize his situation in a way that would express its direness, without sending Mumbo into a complete frenzy.
The mustached man raised an eyebrow at his friend, not exactly in the mood to entertain any convoluted stories.
“Listen. There may or may not be a Wither at your vault.”
Mumbo’s eyes shot open, suddenly feeling very awake.
“A what?! Where?!” He rose from his position, causing Grian to stand back up all together - the latter clearly intent on flying out of the room before Mumbo could yell at him.
“Well how else was I supposed to get in? Now come on, before it turns the spawn village to ash!” Patting Mumbo on the top of his head like one would a child, Grian rushed to the door.
“Goodbye Y/n!” He shouted, soaring off in the direction of the monstrosity he’d apparently created that morning.
“Damn bird,” Mumbo cursed, getting out of bed and searching for his wings. Mumbo quickly prepared himself to go clean up Grian’s disaster, but found his way back to Y/n. Leaning over them, Mumbo pressed a quick kiss to their forehead. Y/n smiled up at him in adoration.
“I’ll see you later?” They asked tentatively, soaking in the sweet look he gave them.
“Of course, sleep well,” Mumbo instructed, heading off to the door with a shake of his head. Y/n watched him fly off towards Grian, still wearing his pajamas like a grumpy old man on his way to yell at meddlesome kids. Their grumpy old man.
They could get used to this.
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Boundaries
essentially what i will/won’t write
Requests are; OPEN!
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Oneshots
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Romantic relationships
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NSFW of *ANY* kind
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Generally traumatic events
Large age gaps
Anything that violates the cc’s boundaries! (If anything I write violates these boundaries, please tell me and I will delete/rewrite it so it doesn’t!)
+ some others i can’t think of, just general rule of thumb if i’m uncomfy with a request or something i’ll say something about it
Currently writing for!
DSMP
Wilbur Soot (CC & C)
Tubbo (CC & C)
Tommyinnit (CC & C)
Technoblade (C only)
Philza (Only platonic for CC, Platonic and romantic for C)
DreamWasTaken (CC & C)
GeorgeNotFound (CC & C)
Sapnap (CC & C)
Niki (only platonic for CC, rom and platonic for C)
Ranboo (CC & C)
Quackity (CC & C)
Hermitcraft
Grian
GoodTimesWithScar
MumboJumbo
+ more to come when i think of them!
#boundaries#i don’t even know why i’m doing this honestly#please request#writing#dsmp#dsmp fanfic#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanfic#dream#george#sapnap#grian#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#tubbo#ranboo#philza#dsmp niki#goodtimeswithscar#mumbo jumbo
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Can I get some jealousy,,, for the people. Any pairing really, just love your angst!!
I’m sorry. You asked for jealousy, and I was in an angsty mood. There is no happy ending here; be warned.
If Only, If Only (A Single Thing Was Different)
c!Grian x c!Scar x c!Mumbo, c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)
Summary: You’ve fallen in love with your best (only) friend, but he doesn’t know, and definitely doesn’t reciprocate.
Notes: Angsty, unrequited love, jealousy, isolating and depressed actions, parallels to suicidal thoughts and actions (though not explicit). Please be careful when reading. If it’s too much, stop reading! Please! Also, yes I know Minecraft doesn’t have a “___ is typing” message, but it’s for the angst!
You never thought you’d find love. Far too concerned with your builds, it wasn’t often that you got out to meet others. Most of your knowledge of the other hermits came from the serverwide announcements and the buzzing of your communicator; you rarely saw them in-person. The only person who you consistently saw was Grian, as the bird hybrid would come to hang out while you built.
The two of you were closer than close, and perhaps if something were different, you might have been more than friends.
But the Life Games began, and Grian teamed up with Scar for the first round. That was no issue, the two of them were friends. You thought that they were maybe a bit closer than you thought, with how well they knew each other.
Last Life came and went, and the Southlands rose and fell. In one case, quite literally. Grian and Mumbo stuck together this season. It was strange how they gravitated to one another.
And then came Double Life. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Grian was not your soulmate, despite how much you may have wished. Instead, he was with Scar.
When you returned to HermitCraft, Grian and Scar were constantly at each others’ sides. Mumbo joined their little group, and it wasn’t long until they announced that the three of them were dating.
You pulled away from the celebrations and congratulations thrown at the trio. Turning all your attention back to your building, you jumped into the work. Barely sleeping and barely eating, you didn’t even notice that no one came to visit. There were no familiar wingbeats from overhead, no joyous laughter from your friend. It was just you and the blocks.
Eventually, you stepped back. The build was finished. You turned, searching for the familiar companionship of Grian. He wasn’t there. It was just you.
With your build complete, what was there to work for? Without Grian there to pull you into something, who were you even building for?
It took a moment to turn on your communicator. You never really used it, without anyone to talk to. Scrolling up through your messages with Grian, you let out a small smile at every little reminder to eat, to drink, to sleep, the notifications that he was coming over.
The last message was three weeks ago. Nothing since the return to the server, and Grian, Scar, and Mumbo’s announcement.
Below, the cursor blinked. You began to type out a message.
<You whisper to Grian: I’m sorry. If only I could have told you. If only anything were different.>
<Grian is typing…>
<Y/N has left the game.>
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BACK TO THE ARCHIVE...
The tag list can be found here!
‧₊ OVERVIEW...
SYNOPSIS: The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?
CHARACTER(S) INCLUDED: C!Xisumavoid, C!GoodTimesWithScar, C!Grian, C!Mumbo Jumbo, C!Ethoslab, C!DocM77, C!Rendog, C!Bdubs
SCHEDULE: One or twice per week!
STATUS: Started, paused
The story line of this fic is directly impacted by decisions made by the readers, i.e., YOU! Answer the surveys included at the ending of each chapter while you can, and watch as your path unfolds.
‧₊ MASTERLIST…
Chapters
001 | Go For It | Various x GN!Reader | 3.3k Words
A long drive, a first meeting, and a dawning realization that this will be your life for the next three weeks.
002 | Golden | Various x GN!Reader | 5.4k Words
Your first day, breakfast with a new friend, and the wonderful idea to give children projectile weapons
003 | Take That | Various x GN!Reader | 5.3k Words
New friends, a scavenger hunt, and an alliance made with the Red Rabbits.
Endings
Waiting….
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Forever Bound [Yan!Grian x Reader Soulmate Au]
Angst, Requested? More like suggested: Expanded version of this drabble I made a little while back. @nixoxia asked if I could make a full fic and even though requests are officially closed I was more than willing to expand on the vague ideas I had. Tw: Yandere, manipulation, possessive behavior, exactly one swear word the set-up is a tad longer than usual lol
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You, like most people, dreamt of the day you met the love of your life. However in your dimension it manifested in a much more concrete way.
In some worlds, soulmates are a figure of speech. Fluffy, romanticized language.
In yours? They are a scientific fact. Well, magic might be closer to the correct term, but those two words are mashed together for you anyways.
You loved soulmates beyond expression. You often glanced down at the inside of your wrist. Like nearly everyone you were born with a simply, perfectly printed sentence. That mystical tattoo foretold a beautiful part of a person's destiny. The very first words your soulmate will say to you.
You adored your quote, it was your security blanket. A letter from your older self. One telling your past self that, "Don't worry, you'll meet the one. Just be patient." What your mark literally said was also a sort of promise to you. One that you loved just as much as the idea of your future life partner.
"So you're my forever."
In your head the vague mystery voice saying it was in awe. It was obvious that you will talk to them first, causing them to match your words to the ones on their wrist. Getting them to fully register you, that you will be the one they'll love for the rest of their days. The voice in your head was already smitten. You played the encounter back over and over, for years you yearned about this meeting.
Turns out, you were fairly right.
This truly was a new era of your life. You knew that before you properly met him. It wasn't everyday you were being welcomed as one of three new members to such an amazing server. Yes, becoming a hermit and settling down a little ways away from a few other's settlements was enough to brand this week as a massive personal turning point.
Then you decided to introduce yourself to your neighbors.
They were a colorful bunch, they all were. The Octagon, the Big-Eyes Crew, all of them. It was a very entertaining day, even just touring what will soon become masterpieces of architecture and chatting was one of the many highlights of the first few days here. All things considered you were excited to move onto the next group, Boatem.
You were a tad more nervous to talk to them then the other groups you introduced yourself to. Partly because they were the biggest community at the moment at a whopping five members. (Which to be fair was about a fifth of the server)
But that aside, you couldn't help believing that something else was contributing to your apprehension. It felt too heavy to only be caused only by meeting two more people at once. It was tempting to go with your gut and leave this particular encounter for a later date, yet you decided to betray your subconscious instincts and continue on your way. You could always just back out early if something went wrong, what's the worst that could happen?
You could've never expected this to happen.
You knew vaguely of Grian, like most of the others. You had caught glimpses of him at the very start of the season when everyone was clustered together, partly to meet you and the other two newbies. You didn't share any words directly addressed to each other yet, and nothing about him stood out to you in that chaotic grouping. Sure if you gave it any thought you would admit that he's pretty cute, but you weren't really focused on any one person in that moment.
This was different.
He was the first member of Boatem that you were able to find. In this isolated occasion you were able to fully register him and him alone, ignoring how that only mounded onto the anxiousness building inside of you.
Digging in a few chests infront of what must be the begining of a starter base, he wasn't aware of your presence. He didn't look too different, the most interesting observation being the tiny wings starting to sprout from his back. Specifically the feathers of a scarlet macaw, if your memory was serving you right. Likely a measure to make sure he wasn't able to fly before elytras started circulating. You could only imagine what they'll look like fully formed.
Before you could give it any more thought you realized how creepy just standing there and staring probably looked, so you finally gave yourself one last internal pep-talk and walked up to the man somehow still rummaging through whatever mess he already managed to make of his "storage system". One hand proping up the lid of a chest while the other shifts through its contents.
"Uh... hi, you're Grian right?" You would've mentally hit yourself for that totally smooth introduction if his reaction didn't startle you. The parrot hybrid let out a surprised yelp as he tore the hand holding up the chest's lid away from it, pulling it to his body. Promptly causing the lid to fall onto his other arm. By the time he had turned around to see you, you were infront of him to make sure he wasn't hurt too badly.
"Oh my God are you okay?! I didn't mean to scare you!" You quickly spat out trying to see if there were any visible signs of injuries on either of his arms. Perhaps rather unnervingly, he was just staring at you with a far off expression. "Uh... are you okay?" You added again.
"So you're my forever."
Immediately it felt like your wrist was being scorched. The pain was so sudden and strong that only after it passed two or three seconds later were you able to process what he said. When your mind cleared from the pain and you were left holding your no longer hellfire-gripped arm you looked at your soulmark.
It was red now.
Then you both made proper eye contact for the first time.
Holy shit.
Within the next week every single hermit had gotten news of your connection. It was like you had just gotten engaged, congratulations for simply meeting was given to you by everyone. Admittedly, it was sudden and weird. You barely knew who Grian was. He was a parrot hybrid known for building, that was the extent of it. Now you had been swiftly casted into being the defacto "Till death do us part" couple. But you're soulmates, you'll get used to it. You'll love him.
...Right?
However, the bliss of finding the one person you'll be able to depend on for the rest of your life outweighed most of the resistance your own heart had. It helped that your soulmate seemed to feel the complete opposite. He practically latched himself to your side. You couldn't blame him, hell it was endearing.
He acted exactly like how you thought you would act. As you quickly learned, he adored pet names. Darling, honey, my dear, my sweet, my love- My...
Mine
Mine
Mine
Mine.
How had you not understood sooner.
You weren't sure how long it had been since you met. Boatem had six members now, you haven't returned to what was going to be your base. You were helping Grian make some buildings in the alley, if anyone asked where your base was he you would point to the star filled cave. Barely a hour passed without him in your line of sight.
You wanted to confront him about calming down, giving you room to breathe.
"But we're soulmates, this is who we are. Please my love, just give it some more time. I promise you'll be happy." He pleaded. You believed him. After all, he loved you. He wouldn't do anything that could hurt you.
Right?
His wings have fully grown in. Gaint, sharp sheets of red and yellow and blue sturdy enough to not only allow him to glide, but skillfully fly without the need for rockets. Neither of you had elytras, he was more than strong enough to carry you through the air. Why would you need wings of your own? Why would you need what was practically a necessary for travel here?
Why would you need a source of freedom?
He was destined to be your one and only, he was destined to be your number two. He was destined to be your ride or die. He was your soulmate. Why were you pushing back against his companionship? You were built for each other.
This is what soulmates are. Two people merging their lives into an unseparatable sludge. That was his view of it anyways. Your lives were ment to be one, completely indistinguishable.
So stop talking to people that he wasn't.
Stop visiting places he wasn't.
Stop leaving the base without telling him.
Stop being anything other than his soulmate.
Finding your soulmate was supposed to fulfill a person. Make them complete. Make them love the idea of living forever with someone just as much as they loved that someone themself.
Soulmates were supposed to make people happy.
But you weren't happy.
...
Maybe... maybe if go along with this all for just a little longer... maybe you'll learn to be happy with your forever. Maybe this forever will end, and the better one will present itself. One where you can still be with your soulmate. After all, nothing lasts forever.
...Right?
#Shepard ram writes#mcyt x reader#mcyt x you#mcyt x y/n#hermitcraft x reader#hc x reader#tw. yandere#c: grian#grian x reader
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Hi, I have a request! Could you write a Mumbo x reader oneshot where the reader is some sort of moon god? Maybe one where they share their first kiss ir go on a date? Just lots of fluff + flustered, blushy Mumbo and shy reader :))
Kiss me under the Moon and Stars
Pairing: C! Mumbo Jumbo x Reader
Summary: In which you find a mortal who notices you in the dark of night
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1.8K
Extra notes: I miss Mumbo- and also- moon deity Y/n <3 Thank you dear anon <3 This takes place in season 8 (Can you tell I love season 8???)
Content warnings (If any): Just a sun god (That isn't Bdubs) trying to hit on you, He gets shut down real quick,
Eons of watching
it gets boring after a few hours
Millennia of watching and shining on people who don't recognize your brilliance
Millennia of pushing and pulling the tides for those same people and still not being told thank you
At least, not until you began to become angry, one day you snapped as the sun god taunted you once again
"Oh Y/n," He sighs, voice slathered with honey and oil making it smooth and sweet "Aren't you tired of not being recognized? For being outcasted and shamed? Don't you want to be praised? Noticed?"
"And end up like you Sol?" You snort at his offer "No thanks. I appreciate being the object of your affection but egotistical isn't my type."
"Come on love," Sol saddled on up next to you and gripped your shoulders "With me you'll be famous, A classic trope, something people will treasure for eons. Without me, no one will ever notice you."
CRACK
Soon, Sol wound up on the ground clutching his nose as crimson red dripped and the metallic smell of blood wafted through the air
"WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelped and frantically scrambled away from you as you stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar of his robes
"I dont need you," You scowled "if I wanted recognition I would do the extremes."
You soon dropped him and shrunk down to a human size of 12'5 (365.75 cm) and walked off the clouds of where the gods resided while flipping off Sol as you fell into a part of your domain
The water enveloped you without so much as a splash and you changed into more modern clothing so as to not scare the current locals of the human realm
"I'll show him," You grumbled as you walked out of the water and the moon rose just as you sat on a manmade mountain within a small village
What perfect timing
Now, moving the moon isn't some grand feat
but taking it out of its orbit was difficult to even for a deity like you
Being the moons protector and guardian was a challenge that sol had no idea
Taking care of the tides, pushing and pulling constantly
raising it and making sure it sets on time
even making sure the stars twinkle was a difficult thing
and no one notices
You'll show them
It takes them a few months to notice.
But one day, a man in a suit stood next to an avian with a red sweater and asked, "Hey Grian, Is the moon getting bigger?"
This 'Grian' shrugged it off but his friend stared at the moon, at you, before turning and joining his friend
Him
You needed to meet him
So that night you entered his home and blessed his dreams with Visions of you and your instructions.
If he should follow them, Great!
should he not? There will be no repercussions other than nightmares... and possibly the world ending
The next few months passed in a blur until you finally felt your power surge and when you visited the town, you saw a beautiful shrine with a moon and offerings.
He did it
He did it
You have to reward him
Before he enters his home, you step in front of him and he almost crashes into your legs. He looks up with wide eyes before dipping into a deep bow and saying "o-oh! My holiness!"
"Please," you say softly and kneel down next to him, a gentle finger caressing his cheek "No need for the formalities. Call me Y/n. Can you please get up and get ready? I want to reward you for the shrine. I don't have many followers, and those I do have aren't that devoted enough to put up a shrine. Please, let me reward you and take care of you."
he just flushed a red and nodded before scurrying inside and getting dressed in his suit while you waited outside.
"Just the slacks and button-up will do," You say "It's nothing fancy. Just a walk. Think of it as a date."
There was a crash and mumbo rushed out with his shirt half-buttoned up and flushed a bright red before stammering out "a- a Date!?"
"Oh! is that the wrong terminology?" Y/n asked "oooh- what was it? No... Oh! A hook-up!"
Mumbo looked like he would malfunction if he were a machine. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out and he avoided your gaze.
"No- No- That was- No that was the right word." He explained and covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment "I just- oh my- I just wasn't expecting you to say that."
a single cold finger touched Mumbo's warm cheek gently and when he looked up you had an amused look on your face.
Goodness, you had forgotten how funny humans could be
"Why? A date doesn't have to be inherently romantic... not unless you want it to be?" You asked a smile playing on your lips
"I- I would- I would love it to be a date! A romantic one at least!" He exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair making it messed up
"Okay, Give me a second." You murmured and shrunk yourself until you were just barely taller than him "This should be less threatening, and we can hold hands!"
You carefully intertwine your hand with his and smiled softly, unaware on how he would react. To your surprise, he only gulped and swung your intertwined hands.
"Perfect," You muttered and began walking toward an empty space under the moon "So Tell me Mumbo, what is it that you humans do? I see you everytime but never interact."
"Oh!" He exclaimed "We do everything. We have to survive so we grow our own food, we build our home ad we make machines so things are easy for us."
"That sounds... difficult." You scrunched up your face at the amount of work "Thats that's because I'm so used to have everything served to me."
"It's simple actually," Mumbo said and You rolled your eyes "Well, its also a lot of work pulling the moon over our horizon and pushing it back down too. I can't imagine doing all that only for everyone to just... not see the beauty of it.'
"Yes!" You exclaim and for the first time in centuries, it felt like someone finally understood you and all your hard work "Thank you. The moon is a stubborn old thing but its so beautiful. Albeit it only shines because pf the sun, but still its ever so beautiful and the stars shine brighter with the moon glowing around it. Oh! We're here by the way."
You had led Mumbo to a small clearing in the nearby dark oak woods with beautiful flowers and a simple light blue blanket laid on the floor with pillows all around.
"Sit, Sit," You said and sat down, patting the spot next to you "It's not much but I hope it can suffice?"
Now that you actually weren't in a rush to please him, you took your first look at him. Slicked back black hair, eyes as dark as the night sky with stars in them, and a mustache that can enchant anyone. His eyes were kind, and he was very... fidgety, but he was very open. He was tall, even at the height of 7'4, Mumbo stood tall at 7'2. His voice was soft and very British sounding but comforting and reassuring.
"You know, Gods can't fall in love with humans." You mentioned and leaned closer to him "But I'm one of the major gods of the universe, think they'll make an exception?"
"Wh- What?" He stammered over his words and flushed a bright red "Wh- Who- What- What do you mean?"
"I may be coming off as a little strong and maybe this is too soon, But I would love to take you on as my partner." You replied "You are kind, smart, and very adorable... but only if you would like that. I won't push too hard and I want to respect you."
"I'd have to think about it," he said after a moment of hesitance "For now, can we just hang out?"
"Absolutely," You grinned back
Perfect
He passed
usually, people would jump at the chance to date a god, they think it will give them power, money, and riches.
They were all greedy and you hated those types of people.
He was different.
Time passed and soon the dawn began to break, you knew you should leave before sol saw you but you were having too much fun to care. Mumbo was smart, funny, and passionate and you had never laughed this hard in all the centuries you lived and suddenly a mortal had been able too.
"I must take you back home," You whisper and lean against him "As the sun rises, sol comes out. He will be angry if he sees you with me. You see, I am the object of his affections but He is not mine."
"Oh..." Mumbo looked sad to part and you wanted to comfort him but unless the stars align perfectly-
Your thoughts were cut off as he shyly asked "Can I have a goodbye kiss then?"
When you looked at him with wide eyes he flushed a deeper red. He was flustered and he made you want to hide your face in your hands.
"Are you sure?" You asked him and cupped his face gently
He leaned in close, you could feel his breath mingle with yours and his eyes flutter shut and he moved his hand behind your head before whispering
"Yes"
You leaned in the rest of the amount and sparks flew when you kissed him
legitimately-
Red sparks flew from his lips as he kissed you but it didn't stop you as you kissed him harder, not wanting to forget the feel, taste, and touch of Mumbo.
Unfortunately, you had to breathe and so did he so you pulled apart from each other and leaned your foreheads on each other when catching your breath.
"I would love to be your partner, y/n." He said softly and looked up at you through his lashes
"I will treat you to everything I can give you and everything that you would ever want or need." You replied
Now- now you had to figure out how to put the moon back and stop it from crashing into the earth though.
#mumbo tag#mumbo kills a lot jumbo#mumbo jumbo#mumbo x reader#mumbo jumbo x reader#hermitcraft#HC! Mumbo#hermitcraft smp#hermitcraft x reader#mumbo hermitcraft#x reader#luna's shy stars#luna has written#i miss mumbo
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Hello! So, I’m new here, and not exactly sure if you’re up to it (saw that request are open, but you can decide if you want to do it or not) but can I request platonic hermitcraft x reader? Like, reader is pretty honest, but if they’re asked if they did something nice for them, they would lie and say it was probably someone else, out of habit? (Like they give gifts to the hermits, or get something the hermits said they needed?) Idk if you want to do this, it’s just a silly idea. You can choose who you want to write for.
…Have you been watching me? This is exactly what I do- If they ask me outright, I’ll answer that it was me but I don’t generally tell people that gifts are from me.
All Too Kind
c!Hermits x gn!Reader
Summary: Some overnight gifts quickly become a serverwide mystery. You, however, are content to remain anonymous.
Notes: None! It's just a fluffy little thing!
You packed the cakes into the chest carefully. Even stacks, spread into rows on the bottom of the chest. Smiling, you stepped back, closing the lid with a soft and satisfying thunk.
Grian will love this.
Kneeling to the ground, you dug in your pack for the worn map of the server and a fresh stack of rockets to keep you in the air.
Next target: False Symmetry.
“Did you hear the news, dude? Someone’s been leaving gifts of cake everywhere!” As you walked through the shopping district, Ren’s voice carried from where he stood talking to Doc. “At this rate no one’s going to need my pies or Scar’s cookies, we’ll all be too full of cake!”
“Tell me about it. I found three shulkers full of cake near where I’ve been doing my redstone.”
“Three shulkers! You’re lucky, my dude.”
Doc shook his head. “I’m more curious about who’s been giving out all this cake. It’s not exactly the cheapest food source…”
Their voices drifted off as you continued your stroll.
“I’m going to catch the Cake Bandit in the act!”
Grian was happily explaining his grand plan to you, though you were caught off-guard by his name for the mysterious gift-giver.
“Cake Bandit? That makes it sound like they steal cakes, not deliver them!” You laughed, shaking your head.
“Well, they sneak in here in the middle of the night, like a bandit. And Cake Deliverer doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Grian’s face was serious. “Cake Bandit is a much better name.” His expression flipped to a wide grin faster than you could blink. “And I’m going to catch them when they come tonight! That’s why I’ve come to you- would you like to help me set up the trap?”
Gem held a clipboard, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white lab coat- perhaps Cub had lent it to her?
“Now, would you consider yourself to be a tricky person?”
You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I know how to sneak around, but I wouldn’t use that ability to trick people.”
She tapped the clipboard with her pencil. “I see. And you’re sure you don’t have any information on this infamous Cake Bandit, as they’ve been named?”
“No, I don’t.” You shook your head. “Maybe Scar would have some idea? He has the cookie factory, maybe he or Ren branched out to another sweet treat.”
Gem lit up. “That’s a great idea! Ahem. I mean, thank you for your information. It will be taken into consideration for this study.”
Xisuma sighed. “No, Grian. I don’t know who the Cake Bandit is. And even if I did, they obviously want it to remain a secret.”
Doc nodded. “It has been a month. If they wanted us to know who they were, we’d know by now.”
You fidgeted slightly. The Cake Bandit had come up at all of the recent Hermit meetings.
Xisuma stood from his seat at the table. “I would like to say, whoever it is, you are all too kind. I’m sure everyone here feels the same.”
There were nods and noises of agreement all around. Ren called out “Hear hear!” to a smattering of laughter.
You could feel your face grow a bit warmer. Even if they didn’t know who you were, it felt nice to be appreciated.
You finished packing the last chest.
A few redstone components, some coal blocks, arranged in a mustache, and some potatoes, of course.
Closing the lid, you grinned. The click of the latch shutting was your signal, and you quickly lit a firework, taking off into the night sky. The Cake Bandit had struck again.
#frog's fics#frog writes#hermitcraft x reader#hermitcraft x y/n#grian x reader#grian x y/n#rendog x reader#rendog x y/n#docm77 x reader#docm77 x y/n#xisuma x y/n#xisuma x reader#geminitay x reader#geminitay x y/n#reader insert#gender neutral reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n
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