#GTWScar x Reader

[elis-corner]

Multiple comfort hermits? feeling down mentally atm...

Anon, you sent this at the exact time I was reading comfort Hermit fics.

And yes I lost motivation halfway at one point, but two months later and I'm back XD

Hope you're okay, love <3 Enjoy the selection of Hermits decided on by my good pal Kat

Rendog

Ren considers some of his canine traits to be advantages. Entirely understandable. A superb sense of smell, sensitive hearing… who wouldn’t be appreciative? At least, as long as you’re not near Bdubs, sensitive hearing is great.

There are times when he finds himself appreciating them more, though.

Until you’d met Ren, it was only a myth in your eyes that dogs were extremely empathetic. It didn’t take long for your opinion to change.

He was the one you knew you could turn to for comfort and to have someone who’d just be there to sit and listen

It meant the world.

Sometimes, though, life throws things at you that are hard to handle, and it becomes a struggle to open up and be honest with others and yourself.

It’s times like that when Ren works his magic.

The moment he walks into your base he knows something is up You’re not bustling around, working or planning whatever new idea you’ve concocted. Instead, he can hear your quiet sniffles from a few rooms over.

Within a second he’s speeding in the direction of your voice, and the moment he finds you he’s sitting beside you, pulling you close so he can hug you

His grip is tight as he asks what’s wrong, the concern in his voice so painstakingly obvious that all your emotions begin to come flooding out.

He sits there and listens to you, tossing whatever assurance or compliment or opinion he feels you need. If it’s real bad he’ll pull out the jokes. If you don’t show a hint of a smile it’s innuendos from then on.

He doesn’t leave your side, even if you insist you’re feeling better, and if any other hermit offers to help instead it’ll become more persistentHe’s a bit possessive. Just a bit.

He can’t stand the idea of you being there alone, and though occasionally annoying, it’s more endearing than anything.

There have been incidents when he’s gotten a bit too worried, though…

‘I’m serious, Y/n! It’s alright! You can talk to me!’ ‘Ren, I’m not in the mood or state to have you over. I’m getting changed. Please, can you just lea–.’

Needless to say he believed you the next time you used that “excuse”.

Xisuma

Can I even begin to describe X finding out you’re not having a great time? The answer is I can.

Think concern, hugs, words of comfort, and lots of empathy and attention

Think of a sad puppy. That’s him. Without taking how jacked he is into consideration.

On one of his regular checkups making sure you’re okay he’s bound to have figured out something isn’t right

He won’t outright address it at first, instead giving you as much space and time as you need

If you don’t want to talk he won’t force you to

When you inevitably approach him, though, it’s all love and care for the next month or so.

Compliments, stories, hugs, little activities for the two of you to do together… anything to see you smile again 

It breaks his heart seeing you upset ❤️

Mumbo

Man doesn’t quite know what to do.

What if he makes it worse? What if it doesn’t help?

Mumbo is either going to do something small and sweet or huge and sweet.

Either way, there’s a 50% chance of it going wrong.

But that’s okay! It’s part of the charm! You laughing at him almost burning his base down was entirely part of his plan!

There’s not much to write since it could be summarised in a single sentence: He has no clue what to do, but the man’s trying his best *insert TBH creature face here*

Scar

mmmmmmmm the way he hums while he builds, the way he talks to himself, the weird little noises he makes when he takes too much fall damage or is jumped asdakjdahdkajshdaskjdh adorbs :sob (Note: this part was written by Kat but I’m leaving it here)

When you’re upset he doesn’t really understand the concept of personal space Prepare to be swaddled in blankets, love, comfort foods… whatever he can think to give you

If there’s something he thinks (or knows) you like, you can be sure as hell he’ll do it. He’ll sing your favourite songs, put on your favourite movie, go shirtless if you’re into that… anything for you.

Will Scar sit and listen? Of course! What else is he there for?

Jellie, being the best girl she is, leaves Scar’s side to snuggle with you. No scratching today, just adorable love.

Speaking of adorable love; the look of pure love and admiration Scar gives you while you talk. Man knows how to validate your feelings for sure.

If you’re still not happy after a day of treatment by Scar, don’t fall asleep. It may be a good thing to rest, but know that he’s going to ask either Cub or Grian for advice, and that’ll end in disaster.

By the end of it, you’ll be all laughs and giggles (or groans of annoyance), and Scar will be able to sleep easy knowing he made your day the slightest bit better.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Autumn with Scar Headcanons

Contains: Fluff, Food mention

Blah blah formatting, blah blah masterlist, yous know the drill by now, I'll get to sorting those out when I can. Enjoy the headcanons! I have a couple more to post still so will probably aim for 1 set a day. Check out the previous ones on my page :D

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- Scar gets very busy once summer ends

- Naturally that means you do too

- Everyone knows Scar loves to decorate, and decorate he does

- Carved pumpkins are a must.

- Who knows how many days the two of you spend planning the designs and sorting them out

- Plus the Pumpkin has to be perfect

- Scar loves to carve movie references into his, and he puts them everywhere

- Every now and then you have to sneakily dispose of one he's left out a little too long just because he likes the designs

- So many carved pumpkins means many seeds and a lot of Pumpkin flesh

- This means even more time in the kitchen for the both of you, whether that be Pumpkin Pie, Roasted Pumpkin Seeds or Pumpkin Spiced Lattes

- Although Pumpkin Spice has no Pumpkin in it both of you enjoy it too much to resist

- The decorating doesn't end there

- Paper crafts are also something you and Scar do, especially on colder, windier or rainy days where outside is a less desirable option

- After so many years of paper crafts for decor at this point you could do it with your eyes closed

- One time Scar did, just to prove a point, It was really quite impressive

- Between carved pumpkins and paper crafts your house is usually decorated within a few weeks

- So you and Scar share your creations with the other hermits

- It's become a habit for hermits to even place orders, which does mean a couple extra diamonds for the savings jar

- Any spare time the two of you have is used to plan for winter, as decor is essential then as well

- Every now and then one of you will realise how much work you've done and decide to take a break, where of course there are many cuddles

- Even with Autumn being the busiest time of year in terms of creation you wouldn't change it for the world. You got used to the chaos quickly, but now you couldn't live without it

[lunar-writes-things]

JANSJDBDBFNFNF SCAR FLUFF 💜💜💜 ITS JUST SO-

It's so well written and had me sucked in at every single moment and the innuendo? OOF right in the heart. THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING HOW I COULD SEE A LITTLE MOVUE IN MY HEAD WHILE READING-

Brb gonna sob tears of joy this is just so so so sweet

What’s In a Name?

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar/You (Gender Neutral) Word Count: 3715 Warnings: Daddy Kink Innuendo Rating: PG13/Teen (for innuendo) AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41777697

Summary: Scar returns to Hermitcraft after a personal best in MCC only to discover you’ve picked up on a particular nickname he’s given himself.

A/N: This was going to be a short one-shot to make a few dumb innuendos and a High School Musical reference and then it grew like Scar’s chest monster. I’m very tempted to write a chapter two/second installment if anyone desires because Scar’s voice recording in Pearl’s new video has rendered me weak. 

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[poetthewriter]

Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course that along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first me you, aside from you already attention catching looks scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

[hermit-lover]

PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.) Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measure—so long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.* Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. 🤷‍♀️ Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.) Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc. Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too! Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questions—you can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! 😅 Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!

Fetching Wood!

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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.

Type: Blurb (~2k)

Theme: Platonic

Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.

TW: brief swearing.

A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)

The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.

You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.

It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.

It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.

With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.

No...it couldn’t be that hour already...

Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.

“Cmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.” You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.

It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.

Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small ‘oof!’ knees bending to not topple over.

“Tadaaa!” You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.

“Woooow what an entrance.” Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. “Almost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?” He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.

“Only by-” You check your watch. “Half an hour!” It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.

“Mhm, still late.” He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. “We better start moving so we still have daylight!”

“It’s 9:30, plus we’re going to Hell- No sunlight there.” You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.

“Sooooo.” You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. “Lead the way captain.” You prompt- the notification of ‘Going deeper’ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that scream…It wasn't a ghast-

“NO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-” Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scar’s eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.

“I totally had it handled!” You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.

“Uh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.” his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.

“Oh? Do you know one I can bring next time?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.

“Oohhh!-”

“This is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?” You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.

“Didn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.” You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.

“Well I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!” He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. “Good thing Etho came to save me.” It's a tease- but you still squawk.

“hEY-!” The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. “You're an ass.” You spit, turning sharply away from him. “And to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!”

“Wa-Wait!” Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. “You wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?” His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.

“You have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?” You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.

“Ethhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?” Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.

“Nope.” He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.

“Need me yet?” You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. “Nuh uh!- you gotta say I’m better than Etho.”

“Hey!” Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. “You can't make Scar lie.”

“Then I guess he won't get any gold.” You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.

“Uh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.” He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.

“Yea alright.” You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.

“Oh thank you kind and generous-”

“Alright, that’s enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.” Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.

“What are you guys doing?” He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.

“Fetching wood.” You answer, giving him a nudge. “What were you up to?”

“Oh! Same here!” Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. “Well I was going to…”

“There's always space for another.” Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. “Even if the role is just the goof.”

You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.

“I am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-”

You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.

Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.

[lunar-writes-things]

Alright, alright. Hear me out. There is not enough boatem x reader on tumblr, so can we get a fic set in the SoB universe, like, a cute date night with all the babys? Or even like, a moment during season nine where boatem has to reassure the reader that they'll still love them even if they don't live in a big group anymore?

To make a wrong right

Pairing: Boatem X Reader

Summary: In which your preparation for a date is misinterpreted. 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Extra notes: ooooooo- MY BABIES!!!! I so missed writing for them!!! Enjoy!

Content warnings (If any): None 

WC: 1.6k

Season Nine was exhilarating for you.

Starting off the season with Your partners (That felt wonderful to say, even after three months in the void) and making a few small bases around Spawn that held you five together, often coming together in your home since Grian was already almost always there and so were you.

But soon, the blissfulness of spawn faded, and soon blueprints began to form. 

This season? You were a God

Your wings grew large, even without the elytra, and your eyes burned so white you had to wear a white wrap around them to prevent you from hurting your lovers. 

Even so, they loved you more and more, and you loved all the more.

This season you chose snowy mountains to build on. High in the clouds to create a Greek city with pantheons for each of the twelve main gods and goddesses, with the biggest one in the middle for you. 

It was a project of size you had never done before, but nonetheless, you were excited. Not everyone could say they built a city in the clouds. 

unfortunately, with huge projects comes huge consequences. 

Like not being able to spend time with your lovers. 

They and you still visited each other, but now the task was tedious. You lived far from your partners, and it hurt your heart not to see them as much as you used to, but you knew that once you finished the inside of this build, you would bring them up as soon as possible and make sure they had their fill of time together. 

However...That would be a long time from now... 

The Boatem crew met without their angel in Grian's base. It had been a few months since they'd seen you and Mumbo had just got back from his hibernation. 

"They aren't here..." Mumbo said and slumped down 

"Yeah..." Pearl hummed and looked out, worried. "Do you think they are okay?" 

"I'm sure they're fine," Impulse spoke up and pulled Pearl into his lap before pressing small kisses to her face "They've been really absorbed into that base of theirs. Barely listened to me when I invited them."

There was a moment of silence before Scar spoke up and asked, "Do you think... Do you think they may not love us anymore?" 

The silence thickened so much that they couldn't breathe. 

"Don't say that-" Grian said, voice hoarse and thick with tears "No- Y/n is just busy. We all know how she gets when it comes to their builds and we know why." 

"Agreed..." Mumbo trailed off 

Still, Scar's question echoed through their heads even as they cheered up and continued with Mumbo's welcome home party. 

So that night, as they were all curled into each other, attempting to sleep, Grian asked "Do... Do you really think that would be the case?"

"Could it possibly have happened because we're so far from them?" Pearl whispered 

"No, It couldn't be..." Impulse trailed off. "Could it?"

The group felt the doubt sink in, and it was suffocating. 

Meanwhile, You were curled up in your own bed outside, shivering underneath the thin blanket and beautiful start that seemed to be taunting you. 

You were cold and alone and missing your partners so deeply. 

It killed you to be so far away from them, and today Mumbo had come home, and you weren't there. 

You had realized it far too late to show up for the party the boatem crew had organized, and you felt horrible for leaving your partners high and dry...

Just like you have for the last past few months...

Your heart ached at the thought of them without you, but it's not like you could complain... you did this to yourself. 

Still, it broke your heart to be away from the people you love oh so much. 

The reason you were rushing this build as fast as possible. 

And next week, it will be worth it. 

All you had to finish was the roof and the interiors, and you would be done. 

And with those final touches, you could finally prepare for something you wanted to do all season. 

Propose. 

And you needed it to be perfect. The Pantheon needed to be finished and the rooms decorated, but soon you would marry the people who made you feel whole again. 

A week later, Grian walked out of his base to find a chest filled with flowers and a letter. 

Dear Grian, 

Come to my Megabase at 8 pm

I have something I would love to talk to you and the rest of Boatem about. 

Y/n's Harmony 

He re-read the thing multiple times before he looked up at Mumbo, who had just come out of his own base a few minutes ago in horror

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing

"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH US?" Pearl cried as you stepped out of their base to see the woman looking up at you 

"What-?" You asked softly before the four men asked and looked desperately for Pearl until they saw her crying and froze 

"Oh, my love," You cooed, kneeling down to her level and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close, "Whatever made you think that?" 

But despite Pearl's sniffling, the silence was deafening, and You felt guilt absolutely crush your heart. 

"Did-" You looked up with horror in your eyes. "Did all of you think that?" 

There were hesitant nods, and tears filled your eyes

"We thought," Scar started softly, "We thought you didn't love us anymore, and we figured it was because we didn't live as close as we used to." 

"Oh, My sweet Vex," You whispered to Scar before looking at her lovers and softly saying, "My sweet Symphony, There will never be any reason for me to stop loving you. Not even death will allow me to stop loving you, for you are engraved in my soul, embedded into my heart and you are my sole reason for living." 

You open your free arm, and the other members come rushing in

You basked in their warmth, in their love. You smother them in small kisses and whisper apologies. You begged for their forgiveness for ever making them feel that way. For daring even to make them think you didn't love them.

Once they calmed down and moved into the living room of your home, they noticed it was fully finished. 

"When did you-" Impulse asked 

"Just before you all got here." You answered, "I was supposed to be more dressed up and clean, but you all came early." 

"Dressed up?" Mumbo asked, "For what?" 

Thats when you got embarrassed. 

"Well, first off, I was supposed to serenade you as you all came in," You admitted. "Then I was going to show you the awesome dinner I made, and then I had a surprise for you all." 

"A surprise?" Grian asked, and you flushed 

the rings you had planned to propose with are in your room, you had planned to stuff them in the kitchen after you cleaned up but you didn't have time to... 

welp- 

there was no time like the present. 

"Give me a second." You said and squirmed out of the cuddle pile before heading to your room and grabbing the five boxes with each of their respective boxes

Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your room and called to your lovers 

"Close your eyes for me?" 

There was a confused flurry of agreements, and you peeked out t see all f them had closed their eyes. You walked out with light steps and grabbed their hand as you gently placed each of their velvet boxes in them. 

Red for Grian

Yellow for Impulse

Dark Blue for Pearl

Black for Mumbo

and A light copper green for Scar.

Each colored box had a ring that matched them. Their signature color and personality in a ring you had made for them. 

So now, on one knee you cleared their throat and said "Open your eyes and the box." 

There were soft gasps, and you gave a soft smile. "My plan fell through quite a bit, but Overall, I'm glad I still had a chance to do this. So I ask the question, Will you marry me?" 

There was deafening silence before you were suddenly tackled by Impulse, who pressed kisses all over your face, beard scratching your skin as he nuzzled into you and whispered a million yeses 

"I, personally, would love to marry you, Y/n." Impulse said and pressed a long slow kiss to your lips that took your breath away 

With those words, it seems that it snapped whatever spell was on the rest of Boatem, and they all attacked you with hugs, Tears, and kisses with various versions of the same word

Yes

Your heart swelled as tears welled in your eyes as you kissed them back. Making sure they felt the love in your touch, you wanted to worship them like they had worshipped you early on in their relationship. 

The laughs and smiles of your partners were a beautiful symphony to your ears.

You loved your partners, and you were now able to spend the rest of your days with them. How wonderful. 

[doodler-jpeg]

NSFW GTWS hcs?

He doesn't wear helmets when building and then is shocked when he gets hurt.

[catastrophe-cole]

Calling Them By Their Name

Summary: It's obvious that you love to use nickname and terms of endearment when you addresses your significant other. But what would happen if you mess with them and call them by their name instead after using loving nickname for so long?

Genre: Romantic sfw // Very fluffy I'm getting diabetes

Character(s): Xisumavoid, GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135, Tangotek (separate)

Author's Note: I don't have any extra message please fall into this hole with me I promise it'll be worth it.

//Xisumavoid

Xisuma is quite observant, so he'll notice immediately, but subtly, when you call him name.

It makes him a bit.. Uncertain. But he's sure you didn't actually mean anything about it and it's probably just him overthinking stuff.

But if you persist about pulling this prank and keep calling him that without using a pet name not even once, then he's growing anxious.

Xisuma memorizes all of his activities down to bedrock. At least, he likes to believe that he keeps track of what he did and didn't do correctly.

So if he did something wrong he must've definitely known.

He would actually seem casual about confronting you, albeit he's sweating underneath his suit about the whole thing, he's the type of man who wants to get to the bottom of something as quickly as possible if he could.

"Love, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Honestly the way he word it makes it sounds like you're the one in trouble.

But no! He'd actually take a seat with you, take off his helmet and his gloves, before grabbing your hand gently and looking you straight in the eyes.

You'd be dead then and there because of how handsome he is when he's absolutely serious, his eyes slightly glossy when his eyebrows are knitted together just enough to make him look stern with his intent yet so soft with his gaze.

"Have I.. Done something to upset you? Or perhaps something had happened that made you upset?"

Now you feel bad because his voice falls into a small whisper.

Before he can go further into his guesses, you smiled and lightly cupped his cheek with similar tenderness as his hold on your hand.

He actually leaned into your hold, his eyes still hold that glossiness from earlier as he let you take your time with your answer.

" 'suma.. it was just a prank."

And he just stared at you.

"Oh bloody—"

You can't help but burst a laugh at his reaction. He didn't even let you go as he just plopped his head on your chest, burying himself to you while holding your waist tightly.

Laughing, you ran a hand through his hair as he mumbled things to your chest.

He's absolutely embarrassed.

He gets worked up for nothing!

And you're getting the laugh out of this!

Kiss him as an apology then he'd probably forgive you for it.

Please just reassure him, he overthink this a lot earlier and it's not good for his heart so just compensate with all the affectionate nickname you can give him even if it's silly <3

//GoodTimesWithScar

Scar notices immediately.

And he also acted on it immediately.

Something's wrong? Is it him? Has someone bothered you? Whatever the reason may be, he's quick to act on it.

"My sweet, beautiful darling. Sweeter than any elven cookie and more gorgeous than any flowers blooming-! Fall into my secure, strong arms you shall!"

Wherever you're heading to before, consider that plan cancelled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

He'd use one of his hands to grab yours, and the other to hold onto your waist.

He would do his best to make you laugh! Or at the very least, smile at his silly singing and humming.

Between words he'd sneak kisses to your face. Your lips, your cheek, your nose, wherever that makes your heart flutter full of love.

And when he feels that he's done, he would of course, finish it with a kiss to your knuckles.

With one of his hands still securely wrapped around your waist, he'd look at you with that same smile he always does with his forehead leaning on yours, noses brushing against each other softly.

"Hi, gorgeous."

"Hello handsome."

You'd slipped by accident! You can't help him! He's so.. Charming!

He's outwitted your outwit, don't even try again.

Hell you didn't even get to explain that it was a prank because he never technically confronted you about it in detail and just.. Sweep you off of your feet!

But if you do want him to sweep you off of your feet, doing this might work.

But if you do manage to tell him that it was a prank; he'd pout at you.

How could you? You purposely play with his heart?? By denying him of his rightfully right affectionate nickname?

"Mean. Mean! Evil. You know that is what you are, my dear. Absolutely cruel— How could you do that to a man! Now pay for your crime!"

Paying for your crime as in now give him all your attention for the next few days.

He will not let go™ until you kiss him because he will not initiate the kiss. Or he will not initiate any kiss at all for the time he still feels betrayed by you.

BUT what he will do is get into your face very very close so that you can see every detail in his eyes.

He will just let you suffer back by hovering his lips over yours but never kissing you.

Go apologize to him and make up for it with many kisses and cuddles.

Then he may give you back your kisses rights.

He can't stay mad long at you after all.

//Cubfan135

Genuinely will not notice.

Actually he will definitely notice, but he legit won't do anything about it.

He knows you're very affectionate with words, especially the nicknames you're giving him.

If you're the type who made ridiculous amounts of sweet names for him, he'd probably keep a small note in his pocket about all the creative silly names you've given him, just so he can use one of them back to you when he found you being silly.

So he clearly knows how you and nicknames work.

But it doesn't occur to him that you switching to only calling him by his name would be something he should be suspicious about.

"Hey Cub! I'm going to Hypno for a bit to get more honey, I'll be back in the evening."

"Alright, take care and stay safe. Careful of hitting the bees."

And with a kiss on your cheek he'd go back to whatever he was doing.

You'd think he won't notice! Or care at all about your prank!

It gets to the point you're purposely calling him by his name because you're low-key upset about it.

Scar definitely was the one who pointed it out to him.

"Hey Cub? Is.. Is your partner upset with youuu or.. Did you do something wrong oorrr..?"

"Uh no, I don't believe so. Why?"

Scar told him about how you rarely call him your Sweet Pie anymore, and he really went "? So?"

A five minutes talk and he finally realizes that what you did may be an indicator that something's up.

For someone so smart he certainly can be stupid -as he thinks to himself.

Now that he's somewhat aware he might have done something to upset you, he carefully crafted a plan to fix the issue.

That plan includes a trip to a new, massive and beautiful flower field biome that he had found, with a picnic and pies made by your only beloved Cub.

Food can fix anything after all, right?

He'd go slow, actually. Starting off by asking you about your day, your ongoing project, etc etc, he'd listen closely.

Cub is someone who pays a lot of attention to details so during the time you're answering his questions, he'd pay attention to anything that might've upset you.

Coming close to the end of the picnic, with the final dessert, he'd finally ask you.

"Darling, is there anything that's been.. Bothering you? Did something happened?"

Cue your surprised Pikachu face.

Cub is not quite expressive with his face and action, but with the way he just slowly hold your hand and squeezing it while looking at you just kind of melts something in your heart.

Well at least now he notices!

You just kindly shook your head with a laugh before kissing his cheek and explaining the whole initial prank to him.

He was about to heave a sigh of relief before you explained how you genuinely got a bit upset that it took him this long to realize the change.

He tries to explain to you about his cluelessness though!

Didn't help with his situation at all but at least now you got an explanation.

He promised he'd do anything for you to make up for it. Builds, redstone contraption, doing dishes— anything.

Well you got your anything, you better believe him when he said he'd do anything:)

//TangoTek

Just like the other three, Tango notices immediately.

No matter how silly and how ridiculous he can get sometimes, this man is a redstone God, you can't expect him to not be paying attention to his partner.

But like Scar, he acted immediately on it.

And he's actually the most 'normal' out of them. As normal as you can expect someone to react.

He'd just grab your hand right after you said his name. You'd turn to look at him with the most neutral expression you can muster while he knitted his eyebrows together along with his toothy grin,

"Now- Now now, wait, hold on a second love. What did you just call me?"

You'd repeat his name innocently, and he was taken aback for a minute before he saw that slight glint of mischief in your eyes.

Oh he's going to play along alright.

"Oh- Nah, nah nah nah, you— No you don't get to call me that. Nope."

"But why not? Isn't that your name?"

"Well, yeah but—"

He's laughing so much.

You can't help but break your facade too and laugh with him!

He knew it! You were in fact, messing around with him!

Now you're not going anywhere until either of you have decided that you want to lose the battle.

"My sweet bun— My beloved, my Highnesses, come on now, am I really just a Tango to you? Hm? Do you- Do you not love me anymore?"

Of course you love him.

He's silly and he's going to continue and come up with even more bizarre name to mess with you until *you* admit defeat.

You can try to escape him, but in the Frozen Citadel, he's the one who's going to get an upper hand at finding you! So don't even try.

"Alright that's it— Come on. I need my, I need my words of affirmation that you love me. You do love me, don't you sweetie? Mmmhmm? Don't you love this beautiful, frosty hair? Ah? Aahhh~?"

You'd break, you can't handle him.

But you love him.

So you're forced to admit defeat and compliment him with the cheesiest, lovestruck nickname you can come up with while messing with his blue hair and kissing his pale cheeks all over.

He'd get sick over how sweet *your* nicknames have become, but this is the risk of playing the game of love with you.

And he's ready to play it with you for as long as you're willing to play it with him.

[gvtzxd-writes]

he/him!Vex hybrid!Scar x NB!anxiety disorder haver!Opossum hyrid!reader x he/him!Vex hybrid!Cub (Convex duo x reader)

Cw: Crying, Food, uhhh mean thoughts, kinda sexual??? touch (not meant as sexual. Cub just hugs your thighs), and Overworjed reader. thats all [I think ( ..)]

A/N: My boys! :D I love the Concorp CEOs :] also everyone draws them hot when they do non comic fanart >:[ (like keep doing it but hot dang. they're all I can think about sometimes)

means of things

Y/N = your name

F/C = favorite colour

F/T/P = favorite themed pattern

F/F = favorite food

F/DP/M = favorite Disney princess movie

(also the sweaters are like uh the button up ones not uh normal??? ones??)

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"HEYYY Y/N~!" Scar sings as he flutters in the room. I look up from my paper about some feedback about Scarland people sent. "Hi Scar! What's up mate?" I respond with a giggle at the end from him trying to flut his wings back in a comfy placement.

"Y/N Y/N Y/N!!" Cub zooms in. "Will you come have dinner with us? It's your favorite~!" Scar and Cub singy-song together. "I can't guys. I have so much to read and pin up." I sigh from my old, uncomfy office chair. "But save me some? please please??" "But it's date night! we can neVER skip date night!" Scar begs, trying very hard to sound sweet. "Pretty please!" Cub adds to the end.

"Oh. Oh no." I tear up a little from my mistake. 'Date night was tonight! I thought it was tomorrow!' I think to myself with guilt almost crying from my thoughts being so cruel to me. "Hey hey, Lovely one! No need to cry! you just forgot about it. We still love you." Cub says as Scar picks me up -like the strong man he is- and hugs me as my thin rat-like tail twists around his hips. Cub skrichs my ears softly. Scar and Cub softly try calm me down (it doesn't work very well [ ..]) as they walk me to Scar's elven tree house.

Scar sets me down on a couch and Cub let me cling to him in overwhelming shame. "I'm s-so s-so s-orr-y! I hiccup from crying kinda hard. "It's okay! Sh sh sh." Cub comforts as he rubs my sore back. Scar comes back with sweaters for eveyone. A green cat themed sweater on himself, a cyan science themed sweater for Cub, and a F/C F/T/P for me. after Cub put on his sweater and wraps me up in mine, Scar comes in with F/F and some grape soda. "So. How are you doing?" Scar asks nervously "Okay." I deadpan. I'm tired from crying and the hoards of work I was doing. "Wanna watch Wall-e?" Cub asks. Scar turns on the television but waits for your reply. "Can we watch F/DP/M?" "Sure! Sorry for making you cry Cookie." Scar softly says while cuddling up to me, carefully moving my tail as to not squish it. "It's not anyone's fault. Don't worry." I say while getting comfy inbetween the 2 vexes

"Then why did you cry?" Cub asks genuinely "Did we do something? Did something happen? DID SOMEONE HURT YOU OR YOUR FEELINGS?!" Cub kinda panics when he got to the last 2 bits. Scar also makes it clear he worrys the same. "No. I over thought. It's nothing that can be/could've been stopped." I says as the 2 calm down a bit.

Scar grabs me to his (bangin' scitties! ٩(๑òωó๑)۶ wait. I mean... [꒪ω꒪υ]) chest and Cub snorts in annoyance (at Scar) and scoots over to hug my hips/thighs. 'Oh, how my boys make me feel better.' I think to myself.

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Yep! Cool right? right? but hhhggghhhh I am a Vex!Cubfan135 simp. 0///0 He is just drawn so... hot. Vex!gtwScar is there too cuz he is a lovely boy and I give him 10/10

[elis-corner]

hihi!! could i request a hermits (seperate) x reader who bites to show affection? like they just chomp on the hermits forearm with a big grin on their face? completely okay if not!!

Hey there anon lovely :) I must say I had to reread this at first when I saw it, I've never gotten something quite like it! I picked out a couple of Hermits to write about, but I hope it's good enough for you

I don’t know if this needs any warnings? I guess affectionate biting and mildly suggestive stuff (if you really squint for it)? Let me know!

I instantly knew this was the request to quench my need to write something! Enjoy! Also I totally didn’t forget to queue this and thought it was just really unsuccessful even after a week...

Reader who likes chomping on their s/o's forearm (affectionate!)

Grian

"What on earth- y/n, what are you doing?"

He certainly was surprised the first time it happened. His giggles broke up his sentences into two or three word chunks.

Even if he laughed, it was more because of how unexpected it was. And he would never want to upset you, either. Even at first he'd try to keep his shock to a minimum.

He'd honestly just roll with it, and he'd give it a try on you one day to see how you'd react. It's quite birdlike, the way his teeth touch your skin for less than a second like a bird pecking at seeds.

If you like being chomped back, I swear on the Void there is no stopping him.

Scar

Scar was probably so distracted by what he was thinking about--most likely you, since you dominate his thoughts--that when he felt you latch on he jumped out of his skin.

He'd exclaim one of his high pitched "oh my goodness" cries, before realising it was in fact you biting him and not Jellie. He'd definitely joke about that, and probably give you a cat related nickname after he took a few nibbles to the arm.

"You're cute, you know? Just like a kitten, you are!"

He finds it adorable. Nothing could convince him otherwise.

If you were both standing, he'd lift you up and hug you tight to his chest, and probably spin you around too.

If you're lying down he'd stay still, but his other arm would play with your hair or rub your cheek. For some reason he loves feeling your jaw move as you're nibbling on him; it's almost satisfying.

Mumbo

If Scar is king of surprise than Mumbo is that of confusion.

He has absolutely no clue why his significant other would bite his redstone covered forearm--which you can definitely taste, grainy against your lips--and would be such a fumbling mess.

Despite his confusion, he melts inside, which doesn't do much good for his mind-boggled state.

"*Insert a whole bunch of nonsense talk*"

He doesn't mind the biting. His only objection is the idea of you ingesting that much redstone; who knows whether that's healthy?

"Are you sure you're alright? I mean, like, do you really want to bite my arm? No, no, I do like it, it's just... the redstone! Is that a good idea?"

If to you it is, he'll just make sure that arm stays clean when he's not working. You can't stop the spoon from worrying about you!

Just promise me you'll make sure to get a nice chomp when his sleeves are rolled up and he’s got some arm exposed, alright?

Ren

As a part canine he gets the whole biting thing entirely. It’s fine to him, it’s natural, it feels great, he’s not stopping you.

Give him that first chomp and he’s all over you. I’m talking flirty talk, messy kisses, and bites of his own.

Before you started doing it he was probably a bit nervous to bite you, but that first chomp was all he needed. Little bites on your ears or while you kiss, the occasional one on your arm, and he adores leaving them peppered across your jawline.

If you’ve been biting down hard he’ll keep his sleeves rolled up, even if it were freezing, just to show the server who’s he is.

It’s an instinct, what can I say?

[nix-writes-mcyt]

i simp for scar wayyyy too much so may i ask for a scar x reader fanfic if thats ok <3

Here you go friend!

Sales Tactic

Oneshot Contains: Fluff, a lot of flirting. I mean a lot of flirting. ----------------------------

After years with the Hermits one would think you'd learned what to expect by now. But no. That is in fact not the case.

When you had woken up it had been just like any other day. Living quite out of the way it wasn't often you saw Hermits around your area. You'd seem them throughout the day in your travels around the hermitlands, but it wasn't often people came over to your area.

There wasn't really much need to, after all you spent a lot of your time out and around others. Days like today were reserved for work on your base. But when you had caught sight of a wagon parked in your front garden it was quite clear it wouldn't be a quiet day.

With curiosity getting the best of you, you made your way over to the sales vehicle. It's only occupant was sat leant back, signature red hat adjusted on his head to cover his eyes. It was quite clear Scar was asleep, arms folded over his chest and all.

Waking him up wasn't difficult. You just outstretched your hand and gave his hat a little poke, causing it to topple off his head. The shift in light was what woke him up, Scar looking more than a little caught off guard.

"Oh, Y/n," he says, hand over his heart, "you startled me, I must have dozed off." Scar chuckles. You hum, smiling softly as Scar leans over to pick up his hat, placing it neatly back atop his head.

"I was just enjoying the atmosphere you've created, even with so much behind the scenes unfinished. These exteriors are gorgeous, just like you." Scar takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

The kiss almost makes you swoon, you can't say you've ever been so enamoured with so little. But then again this is Scar, Mr. Goodtimes. The owner of Swaggon Co. Co-owner of Boatem Inc. You could go on but that's enough titles for one man.

Regaining control over your thoughts you find that Scar has moved around you and stands on the stairs to the chests of the wagon. His hand is extended to you, which you take. He's such a gentleman.

"Now, I heard that you were in need of some more supplies to continue your build. So I went out of my way to pick some up, and here I am. But first, tell me your vision for this place." Scar gestures to your base, or rather the exterior of it.

You give him a pretty simple run down of your ideas and thoughts, most of which Scar simply hums in response to. He listens carefully, offering pieces of advice here and there. He's a builder himself after all.

You wouldn't have thought he'd pay so much attention to your words, but you can't complain. Not while looking into those beautiful green eyes of his anyway.

Once you're finished Scar produces a cyan shulker box, placing it down in front of you. "Go ahead, take a look. I believe these items are just what you need." His signature smirk gives you your doubts, but Scar proves you wrong.

The box is full of all kinds of blocks you need, even things you hadn't thought about before telling Scar about your vision. When you look back up at him he has a very knowing facial expression.

"All we have to discuss now is the matter of payment." Scar says, smirk turning into a smile that causes your heart to skip a beat. For a second you just stare, you can't help yourself.

Then, as you come to your senses it hits you. "You're trying to swindle me for everything I own."

Scar chuckles, "No.. don't be silly. I would never. Not when it comes to you anyway." "So you admit it." You cross your arms with a smug smile.

"It only works in this case if you find me attractive." Scar states boldly, catching you completely off guard. You stutter and stumble over a few words, watching his eyes twinkle in delight at your reaction.

"Do you find me attractive, Y/n?" You know he knows the answer. His confidence and the way he said your name tell you that much. Yet you nod anyway, how could you not answer him?

"Would it surprise you to know none of this was a sales tactic?" Scar asks. You don't need to say a word for him to know you don't believe him. "Check the name of the box."

You open the shulker once again, peering at the little tag area. It reads 'Its all free not a sales tactic. The second 'c' is cut off by the character limit to name the box, but the message is still clear. He planned this from the beginning.

"I told you." Scar says, matter of factly. You don't know what to say, realising that he was actually just straight up flirting with you the entire time.

He looks pleased with himself, which you can't deny he should, because that really is impressive to pull off.

"Well then, now we've figured out what's really going on here I have a proposition for you." "Go on." You're eager to hear what he has to say, Scar taking your hand in his once again.

"I'm a business man, Y/n, and I'd like to offer you the deal of a lifetime. One I don't think you'll be able to refuse." His tone is playful, thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently as he silently asks you not to freak out.

"Join me, become my partner. This can be our home, together, and we can travel on the Swaggon to make our fortune. I can't think of a better travelling companion, nor a nicer place to stop and call home than this."

You furrow your eyebrows, leaving Scar looking puzzled. "That's quite the hard bargain you drive there, Mr. Goodtimes." Picking up on your playful tone you watch him relax, blushing ever so slightly.

You note how cute he looks like this, how soft his smile is now compared to his confident flirting earlier. Which is more attractive you can't seem to decide.

"Things of great value are the hardest of bargains." He says. "And just how great is this value?" You tease.

Within an instant Scar's face is deadpan serious. He leans in close, the green in his eyes shining so bright as he whispers "Priceless."

You let out a shaky breath, watching his eyes scan your face. He looks so pleased with your response. "Sold." Is the only thing you can get out.

Scar's other hand, the one that isn't in yours, finds your waist as he moves to stand fully in front of you now. "I have another proposition for you, Y/n." He says, waiting for you to acknowledge him before he continues. Which you do, with a nod.

"A kiss, in exchange for nothing." Scar once again awaits your response. "I have a counter offer." "Oh?" Scar asks, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

"You get a kiss, I get a kiss." You say. Scar smiles, "now there's an offer I can't refuse."

You place a gentle kiss on his lips, short but sweet. As you move away Scar pulls you in for another kiss, deeper but no less gentle or sweet than yours.

You pull away with a smile on your face, Scar exactly the same. "I knew today would be a good day for business." He jokes. "I'd expect no less from such a well renowned salesman such as yourself."

Scar smiles, you leaning in to place a tender kiss on his cheek. It really has been a good day, Swaggon Co not the only thing benefitted by the outcome.

[midnightisagaygoat]

Vulnerability and someone you love

Scar x reader

in which the reader feels very insecure and their loving boyfriend comforts them

Your insecurities always got the best of you, there was rarely ever a day where your insecurities didn’t get the best of you. Right now, you stood looking yourself in the floor length mirror that was in your room, judging the way you look with a frown on your face. You wanted to know what made Scar choose to date you out of everyone on the server. He could’ve chosen anyone else, but he chose you, the – in your opinion – ugliest person on the entire server.

You had been stood there for what felt like forever, just staring at your rolls and stretch marks, contemplating taking scissors or a knife to the places where you hated the most. You were about to grab some scissors when you felt hands grab your arms to turn you around to face the person who stopped your movements. You were trying to supress the tears that threatened to spill. Scar noticed this and pulled you closer to him, running his fingers through your hair. “Please don’t try and deal with your insecurities by harming yourself” Scar tells you, resting his chin on top of your head as you grip onto his shirt, letting your tears spill as you apologised over and over, telling him how insecure you were feeling.

You didn’t want to feel so insecure, but you couldn’t help it, Scar knew that. Scar was way more than helpful and understanding, he was always there when you needed him the most and he kept reassuring you that there will never be a day he won’t be there for you. After a few minutes of you crying and Scar reassuring you that you are perfect the way you are in his eyes, you had managed to stop your tears from flowing. “Why did you choose me, Scar?” you ask, now looking up at him.  Scar looked taken aback as he moved some of your hair from your face, cupping your cheek.

“What do you mean, sugar?” Scar asks you, a confused look on his face that mixed with one of concern.

“Out of all of the people on the server, you could’ve had anyone. why me, though? What made you choose me?” you ask again, resting your hands on Scar’s arms, his hands resting on your waist.

“I chose you because you are loving, helpful, kind, friendly, honest, and truly the sweetest person I have ever met. I chose you because you are worthy of love. You are deserving of all things good. I don’t care what you look like because the true beauty with you is your personality.” Scar says honestly, resting his forehead against yours, kissing your nose softly. “And If you don’t believe that I actually love you, I’m willing to prove it to you” Scar whispers in your ear seductively, his hands moving to your hips, moving up and down slowly. Your face turns a deep red as Scar smirks against your neck, happy with his effect on you as your breath catches in your throat.

“Scar, what are you suggesting?” You ask him, your voice just barely above a whisper as you make eye contact with him. Scar chuckles and pulls your body close to his, as he makes a sound that somewhat resembled a growl.

“We get into bed and have a bit of fun with my elven magic, sweet cheeks” Scar suggests, kissing your neck softly “You have enough on your for me to grab, and that’s my favourite part about your body. Enough to grab while you beg for me.” He finishes, giving your neck a gentle bite, earning a small gasp from you as you bite your lip.

“Not now, Scar, later” Is the response you give him, just wanting to go to sleep. Scar smiles and moves you over to your king size bed, laying down behind you to spoon you and gives you a soft kiss. “I love you, my elven prince” you say to Scar sleepily.

“I love you too, princess” Scar responds, falling asleep with you, smile on his face. That nights you and Scar would have the best dream since void knows when, just proving that you sleep better next to someone you love.

[dodo-begone]

Mistaken

Pairing: Yan!GTWScar x Reader

Word count: 600

Prompt Credit

Warning: Yandere/unhealthy relationship, mention of death/murder, Crimes, Mention of Arson,

If this EVER looks funky/glitched, here's a link to it on Ao3.

DNI

A teary-eyed Scar stood stunned, staring wide-eyed at you. If someone saw him now, they’d joke about him being in the big eye crew instead of the boatem pole. Minus the tears, of course.

“What do you mean,” his shaky voice made your chest ache, but it had to be done. Had to be said. “You… you must be confused. Mistaken? Can you repeat it?” You hated to do it to him, but both of you ignored it for so long and the rose tinted shade needed to be taken down.

Collecting yourself to, once again, deliver the hard news to Scar. “Scar,” you slowly speak, putting heavy emphasis on the wrongs he had done. “You literally killed someone. Then brought me to your house against my will for ‘protection’ and then admitted to multiple crimes. Like arson, you commited arson against one of your fellow hermits because they talked to me. And that’s only what you did this week. I don’t even know what you did before this because you obviously did more and I have no idea what was connected to you at this point.” After spilling so much, you needed to take a long, deep breath. Composing yourself once again, you continue on in a more calm fashion.

“None of that is healthy or even good. Like hello? What made you think that was all okay and justified?” You hoped that this would make him realize how wrong all of his behavior was. It was rather inappropriate for many reasons.

“Because I love you,” was Scar’s only reply. Silence fell over you two and you waited for a continuation that would never come.

“Scar,” you try to gentle the blow once again. “That isn’t a justification at all. I don’t even know how you got that idea into your head but you need to lose it. And now.”

“Don’t you love me anymore,” Scar sniffled and tears were welling in his eyes. Oh no, not this again. This only hurt you more, and you didn’t want to go on anymore. But it had to be done. “You said you loved me. And that we’d protect each other. You said so.”

“Well maybe i was wrong,” your patience was running thin, and you didn’t want to stay long enough to fall for his act. “Because this… It-It was never love to begin with. Maybe platonic love, but even then that might be a stretch. I mean I loved you as a friend. You meant so much to me. Obviously you are thinking of a different love, and that isn’t the love we have.”

That only seemed to hurt Scar more as he just got worse. His tears finally streaked down his face and he was hyperventilating. Short breaths and sobs shook his body. It hurt the both of you, but it had to be done. It had to be done, that mantra ran circles in your mind.

“I’m sorry, Scar.” There was no reason for you to apologize, yet you did. The feeling of guilt tightened its grip around you and you wished to be free of it in any way you could. “Bye. I’ll see you later.”

With that you turned toward the exit of Scar’s giant boat on wheels or whatever it was. You were too annoyed to remember at this point. Sadly you didn’t make it far as you were tackled to the ground.

“No,” Scar’s tears soaked into your shirt. “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

Oh how badly you wanted to leave. But the guilt chained you down once again.

[hermit-lover]

Trash Panda

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Character: Hermit × Reader

Type: Moments (~1.2K)

Theme: Platonic, fluff, raccoon hybrid reader

Summary: Being invited to the Hermitcraft server is an exciting time, how will the Hermits react to your fluffiness?

TW: Teasing

A/N: I LOST THE ASK FOR THIS I AM SO SORRY!!!! Hope you can find and enjoy it! Sorry if it bad, trying to get back into writing.

Joining:

Being invited to Hermitcraft was something incredibly special. The server was filled with crazy talented builders, redstoners who casually broke the server, and tons of shenanigans.

So it was surprising to have received the DM from Mr. XisumaVoid himself, extending an invitation.

You weren't the worst builder by any means, and happened to dabble in redstone when it was fun, but this was a step up. Not one you could deny.

So you took the plunge through the familiar swirly purple portal and into the new server. The air was sweet, you noticed immediately, carrying a light and uplifting vibe. Your nose twitched in interest as your eyes adjusted to the light. It was also sunny. Your pawed feet sank into lush grass, and a small cart with what appeared to be starter tools stood nearby. Tall, impressive buildings punctuated the skyline. Each possessing a unique style and colour, yet somehow worked together in perfect unison.

Hermitcraft season 9.

Your ears swiveled as the sound of rockets neared, squinting up to the green blob nearing you. Excitment rushed through you- the man- the myth- the legend- Xisuma. Seeing him nearing solidified it. You were now a Hermit.

He lands a little ways off, elytra closing majestically, and you beat him to walking. Skittering over the gap to his side.

"Mr. XisumaVoid!" You greet energetically, a toothy grin and an outstretched clawed hand. "So cool to meet you face to face- the messages don't do your height justice." It's true, he stands much taller than you. You would almost consider him scary if it weren't for his cheery and wet cat demeanor. His chuckle reverberates through his helmet. He accepts your handshake, and his grip is firm, armor smooth and chilled where it touches your sensitive pawpads.

"A pleasure to meet you as well." Xisuma choses to reply, "Your messages make you seem taller." He tacks on cheekily. You gasp over dramatically, yanking your hand from his own.

"How could you say that??! So rude! I'm going to call you out to all your loving fans- see what they say then!!" You threaten, unable to contain your grin. He raises both hands in surrender, widening his tinted eye's behind his visor.

"I didn't mean it! Dont tell them- they cant know in secretly toxic!" The genuine (faked) panic in his tone breaks your character easily and you double over laughing. Tail lashing happily behind you. Xisuma joins in, giggling to himself pleased with the introduction. When you manage to recover, stifling your laughter, he gestures out wide with his arms.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft."

The Pranksters:

The tour was excellent, but now you couldn't wait to dig your hands into a project or-

Swiveling your head at the noise, your ears strained forwards. Whispering? Followed by frantic shushing?Creeping effortlessly forwards, you found around the corner, three figures crouching. Obviously you could recognize them. The red sweater and wings; Grian, the construction vest and hat with little vex wings and a pointed tail; Scar, and lastly a bright green shirt with gadgets galore and tossed brown hair; Iskall. Now what were they doing?

Silently picking across the ground, you manage to get just behind the trio. Tail twitching in anticipation, you watch a moment before deciding to play a prank of your own.

"What are we waiting for?" You stage whisper. All three of them leap, spinning around practically mid-air. Various exclamations fill the space before you start frantically shushing yourself. No need to ruin their surprise. They quiet down surprisingly fast.

"That was terrifying!" Scar stage whispers back, eyes wide and hat askew. You grin back at him.

"Who even are you?" Grian asks, raising an eyebrow to disappear under his mop of hair. Oh- right!

"The newbie." You decide to answer, "pleased to meet you. Now who are we waiting for?"

You get your answer- a panicked very British shout, and a message in chat;

MumboJumbo was killed by falling anvil.

The doctors:

When you had gone exploring- this was the last thing you had expected to find. A hoard of white lab coats. Well- Hermits wearing lab coats rather.

Doc, Zedaph, and Cub stand in a half circle, around a device. They speak in needlessly complex terms, and look all too professional. That could be changed, of course.

Sneaking along the shadows you move into seeing range of the device. A strange redstone contraption that appears to have been hooked up to a chicken. Poor bird was clueless, pecking at the dirt on the ground. You don't envy its fate. Deciding its been enough sneaking around, you slip out of shadows-

Doc's head snaps to you instantly, goat ears twitching. He seems to assess tensely for a moment before relaxing.

"Hey guys-" His thick accent gently interrupts the other two, they look to him attentively, "newbie." He gestures with a clawed thumb.

"Spot on." You nod, stepping silently towards the trio. "A pleasure to meet you all." You offer a toothy grin.

Zedaph grins back, bouncing towards you, sending his own goat ears flopping. His hooved feet click against the stone.

"Wonderful to meet you!" He exclaims, accepting a handshake and shaking a little too hard, too many times. His energy is infectious, and so you accept his other hand to shake them both in unison.

"You as well!" You chirp back through the movement, tail starting to wiggle depending on up or down.

"Alright- I better step in before you two end up doing that all day." Cubs even tone is strangely familiar, and almost eerie, but you don't think about it too long. Releasing Zed to accept his own handshake. One firm up and down. Boring but effective. "I would say I hope today hasn't been overwhelming- but you seem to have more than enough energy to match." He jokes dryly and you laugh. He's not wrong, being a raccoon has its perks.

"Why thank you." You place a hand in your chest dramatically, posing slightly.

"I fear the moment you meet Ren." Doc's rumble jolts you slightly, head turning to look at him directly.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" You cock your head, raising an eyebrow.

"Your energy will only multiply." He answers, offering you his own fluffy paw. His paw is much larger the your own, and you have to resist the urge to squish the beans. Maybe another time.

"Well I'm looking forwards to meeting Ren." You declare, puffing your chest and tail to try and look bigger.

"Void bless the sever." He chuckles, "and whoever is unfortunate enough to be nearby."

"Rude." You stick your tongue our at him, and he immediately reciprocates.

"Oo!" Zed's exclamation makes you look to him again, tongue still out. "I have an idea- you can help us!!" Excitement sparks.

"Sure what do I have to do?"

"Well see that chicken? I was thinking maybe if we used a player instead-"

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[lunar-writes-things]

18) Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You)

"Has anyone noticed-" Grian was cut off

"That the moon is getting bigger?" Mumbo asked 

"Uh yes- but that's not what I was going to talk about," Grian said before turning t the rest of boatem again "Has anyone noticed that Y/n is acting a bit... odd?" 

"Yeah," Impulse spoke up "It's almost... Almost like they're avoiding us." 

"I noticed that too," Scar muttered and fidgeted with his hands "They haven't even been coming out of their starter base, except to move things to their megabase."

"Should we check on them?" Grian asked 

"NO!" Pearl and Mumbo exclaim

The group looks at them curiously and Pearl continues quietly "I think they need some time alone, I mean they're hiding for a reason, right? When I returned, Mumbo greeted me and we went to see Y/n. When We got into their home, they were asleep and we almost left until we began to hear trashing and a loud sob. They were having a nightmare. So we woke them up. I could never forget the terrified look on their face." 

"They kept apologizing and held us both close and asking us not to hate them," Mumbo whispered 

"We stayed with them for a bit until they fell back to sleep," Pearl said "But that was the last time we saw them."

"Admittedly, I am worried about them," Mumbo said "I've never seen them like that. It's... terrifying not knowing what going on in their head and not being able to help." 

"Should we do something for them?" Impulse asked 

"We should!" Scar said, "Maybe something small, like making them dinner or helping them move their chests to their mega build." 

"Yeah!" Grian smiled and his wings fluttered in excitement "I bet they would absolutely love that!" 

"No thanks," Y/n forced a smile on their face before running away with their arms full of shulkers 

The group had just offered their services to Y/n only to be rejected and ran away from 

"That was... odd," Pearl said and wrung her hands out "Let's try something else?" 

Time after time and attempt after attempt, Y/n either shot them down or avoided them completely 

it wasn't like them.

And it made The rest of the Boatem crew concerned for their angel

So, they devised a plan

"This isn't our greatest idea," Mumbo said attempting to talk the rest out of this "They have a reason for avoiding us? Do we really have to do this?"

"Y/n has a track record of avoiding things for long, long, LONG times," Xisuma says "I think this is the best way to get her t tell you what you guys wanna know... Albeit a bit forced." 

"Thanks, X," Impulse smiled and fiddled with his fingers 

Everyone was nervous about this approach, they knew Y/n would eventually open up to them, it was just no telling how long. 

"Let's go," Grian said "And let's hope this doesn't hurt Y/n." 

Y/n paced their cathedral halls, checking the deals on the villagers hidden underneath iron trapdoors and their lecterns or smithing tables hiding the blazing magma block underneath as they made sure everything was in order.

Once they were done, the only thing out of order was the twisting feeling in their gut... like something bad will happen 

oh boy

did something bad happen

Y/n had to face the people they were avoiding, their crushes

shit 

Being tied to a chair wasn't that bad usually. After everything, they've been through they probably had a higher pain tolerance than anyone on the hermitcraft dimensions 

What made it worse is the stares that demanded answers from them 

"Are You okay Y/n?" Pearl asked softly and caressed their cheek, Y/n melting into the touch they longed for "Why are you avoiding us?" 

Y/n snapped back to their reality and with sad eyes, gently pulled back from Pearl's touch before shaking their head 

"Do you need us to help you?" Scar asked and his voice made Y/n want to curl into his side 

Y/n didn't realize how much they missed the rest of the Boatem crew and tears welled up in their eyes as they realized they might have to do this forever to get over them

"Talk to us Angel," Impulse kneeled in front of them "We're here to listen to everything you have to say." 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you," Y/n croaked, throat constricted and eyes watery "Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes. If I fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me. There's a tear in my heart, but your patch wouldn't match me. Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs. There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes, and I still need reminders of why it's unwise to stare.  So don't you dare..." 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his familiar hand made Y/n melt to his touch and sigh in relief before continuing with their eyes forced closed 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you... Don't you dare do something so cliché. Just get out of my daydreams, you're an unwelcome guest and stop making me miss you 'cause you leaving's for the best. 'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

"You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it'll burn me too much to bear... So don't you dare..." Wet droplets sparkled as they fell from Y/n's eyes and the group watched as the love of their life cried softly while attempting to reject them 

"And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings! And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings!" Grian winced at the metaphor and Y/n's chest heaved as they continued "So don't you dare keep mocking me with those thousand little things that I adore! Let me ignore you, don't let me care!

"And don't you dare leave me still in love with you! Nothing's fair when love is war!" Y/n sobbed as they shouted their words to the group who stood speechless at them, wanting nothing more than to comfort them, to hug them, to remind them that they are safe and they will still love Y/n... even if they didn't want it "And I just can't endure any more of the fight! When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night! Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal, for the time I kept spending pretending it's real... And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare!

"But don't you dare... Don't you dare..." Y/n slumped in their chair, head ducked in attempts to hide their red blotchy face, to hide the tears of knowing Y/n wanted them but knowing they can't dare to even think about having them, to hide the tears that just can't seem to stop at the thought of losing Boatem

of losing their symphony 

It was just... too much to even imagine 

At least, it was until a hand brought Y/n's face up to look at the group 

Mumbo

"Oh Angel," He sighed "Is that why you were avoiding us? Because You were scared of falling in love?" 

Y/n nodded softly and Grian moved behind them to untie the bounds "I don't want you guys to find the imperfections in me after we start dating and then... leave... I never want that again. I never want to be used for your greedy purpose only to be discarded when you guys find someone else." More tears welled up in their eyes "I don't want to be the imperfect stain on your life."

"Oh my angel, to me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them. Mumbo gently wiped Y/n's tears off with his thumb as he mumbled sweet nothings against their lips 

Once they pulled apart and caught their breath, Mumbo pulled them into his arms and held them tightly as they calmed down in his arms. The others joined in to either sit next to Y/n or place a hand on Y/n

just to remind them that they were there and would never leave

Y/n had never felt so... adored

Is this what it felt like to be truly loved by people? 

Masterlist

[shepard-ram]

Sickly Sweet [Yandere!GTWScar x Reader]

(Fluff, [a bit of hurt] Request: Howdy,🦷 here!! :D I just saw that you opened up requests again..and I don't even have a proper request™, but I'd love if you'd write something with scar again (ahaha fellow simp)..maybe something sweet but also dark? Kinda with the yandere themes again? I think you know what I mean, I don't know how to use words today >∆<

Anyways, whatever you write, as long as you're happy with it, all of us are gonna love it, so do with this request what you will ig? :) Also, don't overwork yourself with all the requests coming in now, ok? ^^ Sending you all the good vibes, 🦷)

Yandere fluff is my lifeblood so I enjoyed writing this more than usual, also I made this during a weekend trip with my family so take that as you will lmao Tw. A little Yandere/manipulation, as a treat

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Life is good, perfect even. You were perfect together.

You had joined the wonderful server right at the same time as Scar. You were both trying to find your footing in this new world, and so you found each other. You had been lucky enough to join because you had shown your abilities to create marvelous works of art on your own. When you decided to create together however, it was nothing short of awe inspiring.

To think that it all happened years ago was unreal. You never left his side all this time. As far as your fellow hermits were concerned, you might as well have been the same person. Wherever one was the other was never far behind.

No one really knows when your partnership melted into the picture perfect love that's been burning strong for so long. At one point you even decided to get married. A tiny wedding, with some simple rings you made yourselves. Who cares if it even counted as "official". Calling him your husband just felt right, and God did he adore every second of it. Much more than you could have ever known that's for sure.

You never knew hermitcraft without him, the two concepts were always deeply connected in your mind. From his struggles with the vex to the aftermath of Third Life and everything before, between and after. It was so much fun, and he couldn't wait for another season of adventures with you by his side. However you had a an idea for a change of pace on your mind.

It was barely a few days after everyone split off to get their start on whatever starter bases and farms they wanted. Scar was giddy setting up his first wagon in the newly established Boatem town. He wasn't worried that you haven't showed up yet. He was used to you wandering around the early days as you collected resources for you two.

He stood back looking at the completed build, it was perfect. Just like all his homes it was made with the idea of two residents in mind. Not to mention every luxury he could add to such an early creation, only the best for the love of his life of course.

Luckily for him, a set of extremely familiar foot steps was approaching. He gleefully spun himself around to greet you, "Darling! It's so good to see you again!" He spoke with a cartoonishly bright smile. Squishing you in a hug.

You chuckled at his ever familiar affection before returning his welcome and hug, "Hello sweetheart!" You let each other go so you could step back to take in his work, "That's one hell of a starter base!" You genuinely shouted. "You've really been doing some work hm?" You nodded towards him with the rhetorical question.

Scar stood behind you to pull you back into a hug. "Well I can't have you spending one more night in anything less than great." He proudly declared letting his head drop on your shoulder.

You took a nervous breath before talking, "Well I actually had a bit of a different idea..." He perked up, giving a curious hum in acknowledgment.

"Well you know we've spent every single season together?" He nodded, quickly delving into a daydream about the memories. If his expression was anything to go by. "Well, what if we stuck to our own projects. Just for this season! Of course we're not going to completely ignore each other... just take a little break you know?" You didn't look at him while waiting his response.

"Wait why now- did I do something wrong?" Surprised you looked back. He was looking forward at nothing in particular, with an expression like his world was falling apart in front of him.

"No! Not at all dear!" You quickly tried to comfort him, "I just wanted to try something a little different." You adjusted yourself to press the side of your face into his neck.

He seemed to gather himself "Oh I'm sorry! I was just so worried that you're trying to leave me..." He confessed. "I just, I don't know if could go a month without you. Let alone a whole season. I need you."

You didn't know exactly how to respond, "It's okay love, we don't have to that. It was only an idea." You continued to comfort him.

"Gods I can barely sleep without you, I think I might've stopped breathing if you decided you were done with me." He went on, nuzzling into you was he muttered it.

Running your hand through his hair you gave an exaggerated look at the sky, "The sun will be setting soon, let's get to bed hmm sweetie?" He gleefully nodded at the suggestion. Moving to guide you up into the wagon.

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Scar was sleeping silently, clinging to you as he did most nights. Usually you would be fast asleep happily tangled in his arms, but you couldn't help but replay the conversation.

Might've stopped breathing... obviously it was just a hyperbole but there was some small voice telling you there was something more to it. Maybe it was just the fairy tale loving side of him playing the "I'm incomplete without you" story up.

As you kept fighting drowsiness off Scar turned in his sleep to cuddle and press his face into you more. In spite of all the worrying thoughts that same familiar warmth that's built over all your time together couldn't be stopped.

Letting yourself decompress in his hold you gave up thinking about it. It's going to be okay, it's not like he'd ever do anything to hurt you right? You're ment to be the ride or die couple, and you've never been not happy together. You're probably the one overreacting, yeah that's definitely it. Satisfied with your conclusion you let yourself join him in slumber.

This could never go south, definitely not.