#GoodTimesWithScar x Original Female Character

[massivewaffle]

Carol of the BDubs

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar x Reader, GoodTimesWithScar x you Word Count: 3402 Warnings: None Rating: PG AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43821297

Summary: Visiting your cousin BDubs server for Christmas is going great! That is until he sends you on a late-night run to the shopping district, where you fall into the arms of the servers' resident dreamboat - literally.

A/N:  Happy Holidays to all those who celebrate <3 May your 2023 be better than you ever hoped for. ❄️

“You’ll know it when you see it!”

Those were the words your cousin had imparted upon you before being shoved into the portal to the shopping district, leaving you to fend for yourself to find the necessary Christmas tree lighting. Tumbling through the other side, you do your best to adjust your seasonally appropriate outfit, tugging down the sleeves of the oversized sweater embellished with enough glitter to blind a Watcher.

You’ve visited your cousin BDubs’s server, Hermitcraft, a few times over the past year, but trying to center yourself as to specific locations still proves to be an uphill battle. The portal’s location is relatively centralized and had you thought to bring your elytra and rockets along, you quickly could have flown around until you found the shop you needed, but BDubs insisted a quiet walk around the shopping district was worth it.

Refusing to complete the tree without the end rods he craved, BDubs had sent you on a mission to retrieve some from a store called iLuminate, claiming he had ‘too many totally important and not at all classified’ things to work on to accompany you.

Luckily, iLuminate isn’t hard to find, standing proud with its branding in glowing signage. Pulling your hat off as you enter, you’re taken aback by the room's brightness. Sure, it’s a lighting store, but it feels as though someone had walked through the shop and purposefully turned on every single item that could be considered a display. Squinting, you walk forward, remembering that BDubs told you end rods are on the second floor. Following the arrows guiding your path, you step into the honey block elevator and ascend to the next floor. It’s far less bright upstairs, and you can easily navigate o the end rod barrel, using the diamonds BDubs gave you to complete his purchase. If you keep a few extra to buy yourself a beacon to bring back to Empires, who’s to know? He can consider this your service fee.

Packing your purchases into your Enderchest, you collect yourself and head back downstairs, eager to get back to BDubs’ base and make yourself something warm for dinner. Stepping out of the elevator impairs your vision yet again, and although you know the route this time, you wince as your eyes strain to see. As you head toward the entrance, something steps into your path, knocking you both to the ground.

“Oh no. No no no no no!”

You’ve heard that voice before, but you can’t place it. Seconds later, there’s a crash, followed by the sound of several more. There’s a tinkle of sound in the air, provided not by the quiet Christmas music playing throughout the shopping district but by glass falling off its stands and careening into the ground. The stranger's body flops on top of yours, knocking the wind out of you for a moment before they quickly push themselves up onto their hands.

When the sound of broken glass ceases, your partner in crime finally speaks again. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry! I came in to get some glowstone, BDubs was complaining about everything being too dim around the theatre, and I thought it might spruce it up a bit, though I’m still not certain glowstone is the way to go. I mean, froglights would fit the theme much more, but BDubs insisted that they were too bright with everything else I have going on. I settled on glowstone, but I’ll grab some pearlescent froglights too. If I could show him my way, I think he’d understand, but he’s so stubborn sometimes!”

Blinking up at the man above you, it takes you a few beats to process his rambles. Scar. You knew that voice sounded familiar. You’ve never spoken more than a few words to one another, having been quickly introduced to him a few months ago in passing by BDubs. Since your last visit, his voice has been bopping around in your head, a calm, deep timbre that echoes whenever something is ‘amazing.’ His hair is longer than the last time you were here, and there’s now a light dusting of stubble across his jawline. Once tied around his neck, his scarf is slowly coming loose, falling into you. He thinks as he speaks, betrayed by how his eyes dart around the room as he thinks about what to say. By the time you open your mouth to respond to his prattling, he’s started again.

“...I walked in, and gosh, Impulse went all out with this design, it looks absolutely incredible, but I could do with five fewer lamps. It’s blinding in here!” He says, looking down at you with a ridiculous smile. He hasn’t yet seemed to notice that you’re pinned under him.

“...Well, I think you handled the lighting issue quite well.” You reply, turning your head to look at the crushed glass pile a few feet away.

“Yeah, I should probably fix that before Impulse notices.”

“Good call.”

Again, he’s in his own world, staring ahead at the pile, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he contemplates how to recreate Impulse’s original designs.

“Y’know, it might be easier to clean all that up if you have help. Which I can do, providing I’m actually able to get up.” You smirk as you look up, waiting for the realization to kick in.

“Mhmm. Oh. Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn’t realize! Oh my, I am an idiot.” Scar rambles again as he pushes himself up and away from you, stumbling to his feet. He brushes his coat off with his hands a few times and takes a few breaths before turning back toward you. You push yourself onto your elbows, smirking at his oddly adorable panic. You’ve never noticed how tall he is, having met for only a moment, but even from your prone position, you can see Scar easily towers over you by a few inches. He runs a hand through his hair, and his eyes widen as though he’s just had a thought. As you shift to sit up fully, his hand thrusts into your vision; an invitation.

You accept his hand and allow him to pull you from the ground.

“Thanks.” You say with a chuckle. “I was getting cold down there.”

“Of course, of course. Can’t have visitors taking up residence on the floor now, can we?” Scar asks with a tilt of his head. His voice is undeniably attractive, but he has a laid-back charm that adds so much to his demeanor. It’s like he’s not even putting forth effort; his charm is entwined with his very being.

“True, it’s pretty rude.” You admit,

“Oh. Yes, that too. I thought it would take up optimal floor space in shops, but hospitality is a better reason.”

You roll your eyes in his direction, a laugh playing on your lips.

“We can work around it. I’ll just tell everyone I was floored upon meeting you. Eh? Eh?!” You joke, raising and lowering your eyebrows obnoxiously. Scar’s face falls flat, and he shakes his head, looking forlorn.

“Wow. That was awful. Never mind, I think I have to let you take the fall for this one.” Scar says, gesturing to the pile of glass still covering the floor. “I can’t be around jokes this bad.” He dramatically moves for the door while you reach out to capture him by the wrist.

“Oh no, pretty boy, you’re not going anywhere!” You will yourself to hold eye contact with Scar, working hard not to notice the heat radiating from his wrist in your hand. “You broke it; you buy it. Or at least you break it; you haphazardly use Impulse’s own shop to reconstruct it.”

“Interesting argument. Go on.” Scar says.

“I mean, what Impulse doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” You offer. “He’s got all the supplies right here if you remember the setup. I’ll grab end rods for the base if you think you can reconstruct the designs.”

“Psh, can I reconstruct it?! This is child’s play! Silly little lamps cannot best the h0tGuY!” Scar brags, straightening his stance and posing.

“I mean, they did blind you.” You joke, sending him a pointed look.

“Yes, but look who is in a pile on the floor and who is still standing! Clearly, those lights were no match for a professional like me! Now grab those materials; time for me to save the day!”

You nod with a smile, turning to hurry back upstairs and grab everything Scar will need. Lucky for you both, Impulse restocked recently. You grab the required materials and hop back downstairs to find Scar disposing of the last broken glass into one of his shulkers.

“He might miss out on some diamonds, but he’ll never know who did it!” You say, depositing all the items onto the table. Scar chuckles as he begins reconstructing the lights, clearly remembering their exact configuration. It only takes him a moment to put them back together, and you both step back to take in the finished product before flipping the switches to illuminate the room. It’s as blinding as before, and Scar frowns as he watches you turn away, sensitive to the light. A moment later, you feel the light dim as the strain on your eyes lessens. Turning back toward Scar, you see him walking down the line of lamps, switching out every other ‘bulb’ with the pearlescent froglights he came for.

“There we go! Good on the eyes, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re good on the eyes.” You mutter just as Scar drops his unused materials into his EnderChest.

“What was that?” Scar asks.

“Nothing, just said it’s great on the eyes, yep. Big improvement.”

Scar’s beaming smile could be a prominent feature of iLuminate. If it could be bottled and sold, it would easily rake in more diamonds than any shop in the district combined. You wonder in Impulse has a customer feedback form.

Scar turns away, hunching slightly to peer out one of the windows.

“We should get going, just in case someone drops in for some late-night shopping. You never know when Etho is around, peering behind things like some sorta ninja. He scared the life out of me the other day! Popped right out of a window in Scarland just as I was adding detail work. Who knows how long he was in there waiting in the dark.”

“Oh, I think he’s preoccupied. I’m pretty sure BDubs was eager to get me out of his base for a reason.” You respond, raising and lowering your brows again, this time in an entirely different context.

Scar gasps. “Do you think he and Etho are sneaking around? Like teenagers?!”

“Well, there are more masks in that base than I’ve ever seen BDubs wear, so unless he’s got a particular interest I don’t know about, I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s being sneaky, and Etho lets him believe it. Honestly, he’s terrible at it, but he’s trying.”

“Terrible at it but trying. Yeah, that basically sums up BDubs.” Scar says with a chuckle. Scar leads the way out of the shop, pulling the door open and holding it there. His positioning requires you to duck under his arm to exit, and you wait for him outside.

Making sure the doors to Impulse’s shop have fully closed, you stand with Scar silently for a few moments, eyes adjusting to the change in the light yet again. Outside, however, is lit to a much more acceptable level. Some shops still have lights on the inside; others are controlled only to turn on when someone enters. The shopping district has lanterns, garlands, and flickering colored lights that could only be the work of Redstone prowess.

“I suppose I should make my way back to Scarland soon.” Scar mutters, looking out over the shopping district. “There’s still a lot to decorate there. What are you up to for the rest of your evening?” He inquires, turning to meet your eye.

You scoff and shrug all at once. “Not sure, honestly! BDubs told me I had to go to the shop now; he was insistent, but now that I think about it, I don’t think I should rush back. I don’t want to accidentally interrupt, uh, whatever he and Etho may have planned.”

“Huh. That’s…huh.”

“What? Thinking about Etho and BDubs break your brain? Sorry for the visual.” You jest, bumping Scar’s arm with your own.

“No, no. Not that. Happy for them and whatever is going on there. I just find it interesting that BDubs insisted you come here now.”

“Really? Why?”

“He messaged me something similar. He couldn’t stop thinking about my B-tier lighting and wanted me to fix it right now and send him a photo.”

“Oh wow, he went straight for the B-tier insult, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what motivated me to come by the froglights, I know he’s wrong, but I need to prove it to him.”

Scar trails off his words, looking back out over the shopping district. You can tell the cogs are turning again, and he’s thinking of something.

“You don’t think….” “He couldn’t have….” You both start in unison. Blushing you look away, shaking your head. This was all because of BDubs.

“He planned this, didn’t he?” You finally surmise, vocalizing your thoughts. “He told us both to be there at the same time for a reason.”

“It certainly seems that way.”

The quiet passes between you both yet again. There’s a snap from somewhere in the area, and you and Scar turn your heads in sync to spot the source. Nothing seems to be moving through the area, but you have a distinct feeling of unease, as though someone is just out of sight.

“Uh. Was that here before?”

Scar’s voice knocks you out of your concentration. As you turn to look in his direction, you see Scar staring up into the awning that covers you both. Finally, you can get a good look at his stubble, creeping down toward his neck. You can see a spot he missed when shaving and a small patch of red where he might have nicked himself this morning. His neck's elegant expanse makes your mouth dry as you look up to mirror his pose.

That mistletoe was not here when you arrived.

“That’s definitely new. I would have noticed on the way; I was looking everywhere for this place.”

“Not just me, then. There’s been a lot of pranks around here ever since you Empires folk came to visit, I’ve been dodging and weaving left and right, but this was not here when I walked in.” Scar agrees, lowing his head to catch your gaze.

“What should we do about it?” You ask, turning your head back to meet Scar. You wouldn’t be opposed to a cheeky kiss with the most handsome man on the server, but you usually don’t make a point of kissing people the first time you meet them.

Scar takes a breath, and the cogs turn again. He sighs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“After all this business with the rift, I’m very hesitant to go against the wills of Grumbot or whatever entity set all this up.” He smiles fully, broad and cheerful. “I haven’t been the victim of kiss-based curses, but I don’t believe I want to test that.”

He shifts, facing you head-on, and moves into your personal space. You step forward in turn, practically pressed against the woolen pea coat he’s wearing.

“Sounds like something Xornoth would do, but I’m willing to risk it.”

“Who’s Xornoth?” Scar asks as his head dips closer to yours.

“I’ll tell you when you're older.” With that, you feel the press of Scar’s lips against yours. He’s smiling as he kisses you, light and soft. The kiss lasts only a few seconds before Scar pulls back, but his lips quickly find yours again. Not in a kiss, but in a small gesture of intimacy, brushing lightly against your top lip as if a promise of more to come.

Scar pulls back and straightens himself to his full height as he beams down at you. His cheeks are rosy, and you can't be sure whether it’s a side effect of the crisp winter air or the kiss you shared. You are confident that your face matches his either way, and you can feel the heat rising from within.

“Now, if BDubs potentially set this whole thing up, I think we should let him suffer a bit. Dilly-dally until he sits up, waiting for you to come home like a concerned parent.” Scar’s eyes twinkle with delight, and you can’t help but be drawn in. An idea pops into your head, and you hope your eyes express the mischief you’ve just thought up.

“I have his diamonds.”

Scar’s eyes light up like the Christmas tree you’d be so concerned about illuminating an hour ago.

“Well then, let’s spread holiday cheer and burn through those diamonds. Sand Daddy needs some glass. And Rockets,” Scar says with a laugh. “Moss O Menos could use a redesign too, don’t you think?”

The twinkle in Scar’s eyes returns at the possibility of prankage, and you hop on board.

“BDub’s always said Christmas is about helping the less fortunate.”

“Exactly! I can’t think of anyone more less fortunate than our kingmaker! Sick as a dog, he barely got to decorate for the holidays. What do you say we spend some of his money on supplies and leave him his own surprise? And if some of those supplies fall into our inventory, gosh, we must not have noticed!”

“Mhm, I agree. The shopping district is so laggy, too, don’t you think? Things lag into my inventory all the time around here!”

Scar tips his head back as he laughs, a loud, robust laugh that leaves you vibrating in your skin. The look he sends you when he regains his composure is so fond you’ll have to thank BDubs for everything later. But, like, much, much later. His head is already inflated enough, that little sneak!

Scar offers you his arm, and you slide yours around to accept.

“My dear, I think this is the beginning of something ah-may-zin, don’t you think?”

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“Okay, they’re headed down the path. I think we’re in the clear Etho!” BDubs shrieks from his spot, hidden amongst the shadows of Gigalogs. Dressed entirely in black with grease paint across his cheeks, BDubs looks more like he’s minutes from going into combat rather than curiously spying on his romantic set-up attempt. The infrared, night vision glasses are pushed up into his hair as he pulls down the hood of his moss jacket.

“Great news,” Etho responds, monotone. He’s hanging upside down from a log, legs secured and hair wild in the brisk winter breeze. His eyes are closed, and while BDubs is 95% sure Etho slept through most of their stakeout, he’s still pleased Etho agreed to come along for reconnaissance. “Can we go home now?”

“Etho, this was an important mission! We’ve completed our objective!” BDubs yells, voice cracking. “But yes, we can go home now. Sorry I dragged you out in the cold all night.”

Etho releases his hold on the tree and falls back perfectly, landing on his feet without a sound, crouching in front of Bdubs.

“It’s fine; this was important to you. Plus, you look cute in those ridiculous glasses. Now get up, and let’s go home and warm up if you know what I mean.” Etho winks in BDubs direction, grabbing the shorter man’s arm and lifting him to his feet.

“Oh, I think I do! Hot cocoa, coming right up!” BDubs beams up at Etho, joy etched across his face. Etho can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, hot cocoa it is. Let’s head home, elf.” Etho chuckles to himself as BDubs runs ahead of him, skidding in place to turn and yell back to Etho.

“Elf!? Who you calling an elf you—AHHH!” BDubs screams as he falls into a bush below.

Etho sighs to himself. He better get two hot cocoas for this.

[star-fruit23]

I posted 1,770 times in 2021

116 posts created (7%)

1654 posts reblogged (93%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 14.3 posts.

I added 2,858 tags in 2021

#mcyt - 1196 posts

#hermitcraft - 514 posts

#grian - 275 posts

#3rd life smp - 269 posts

#goodtimeswithscar - 136 posts

#rendog - 129 posts

#mcytblr - 88 posts

#bdoubleo100 - 86 posts

#inthelittlewood - 86 posts

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#i’m 70% sure mika is following me back and i only make an original post every few months. often times it isn’t even anything good

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

People I’d love to see in 3rd Life season 2 if they wind up adding new people:

DomRao: One reason and one reason only. Chaos. Also it would give him a reason to post again. Who knows, he might revive the YHS kinnie server by joining!

FalseSymmetry: She’s a total bad-ass, is a 2 time MCC winner, and is known as one of, if not, the best PvPer on the Hermitcraft server. (Something both the fans and the hermits seem to agree upon) Also her build skills are so top notch, and we need some pretty to balance out the chaos.

Taurtis: He’s probably the least likely to get added to the roster but his and Grian’s dynamic is just so amazing and I think it’d be fun to see that again. Also seeing more of the Evolutionists reunite is just- please.

LDShadowlady: She was a part of X-Life so that’s a plus, and she’d bring a whole new breed of chaos into the mix. She might overshadow Joel but like- I wanna see her joke about divorcing him, it was fucking hilarious when she did during MCC.

H-bomb: He was a part of X-Life, he’s a long time content creator, his dynamic with Ren and Grian is funny, he’s a 4 time MCC winner and he would give us clout. Please sir, hand over the clout.

171 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 08:30:42 GMT

#4

Okay I know all of hermitblr agrees Grian is an avian but like-

Cod head-

Looks like his head-

Flying fish.

315 notes • Posted 2021-11-27 23:15:14 GMT

#3

Incase anyone needed to hear this today:

Transcription:

If you’re ever feeling low, just remember I’ve somehow managed to make Minecraft my job, despite being utterly useless at it. That means you can do anything you want in life.

335 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 18:26:38 GMT

#2

I made some low quality memes based off the 3rd Life SMP:

1475 notes • Posted 2021-04-22 11:01:24 GMT

#1

A little late but Female MCYTers and Streamers to support right now. Feel free to add on in the notes or reblogs.

Bacon_Mom - she’s an older Twitch streamer (she’s a boomer but like- not in a bad way. Like in a literal way, but she’s really chill). She has a very unique build style with primarily features a more textile, quilt square style. Each build has a meaning. She often plays in modded worlds with her husband. She’s incredibly wholesome and a has very unique play style.

Blushi - She’s a minecraft twitch streamer who primarily does hypixel content. She also has a Minecraft Sub server.

CaptainPuffy - She’s an incredible Streamer and YouTuber and is most known for her content on the Dream SMP, however she has worked on other Roleplay content in the past. She has participated in 11 MCCs and has won one of them.

FalseSymmetry - False is a Minecraft YouTuber who plays on the Hermitcraft server. She also occasionally streams on twitch. She’s the queen of hearts, heads, and body parts. You’re diamond armor can’t compare to her martial arts. She has also participated in 10 MCCs and is a two time MCC champion.

hannahxxrose - She is a twitch streamer who primarily does bedwars but she’s also a member of the Dream SMP.

iHasCupQuake - She’s one of the OG Minecraft YouTubers and she occasionally streams on twitch. She is currently working on a bakery on the Shady Oaks SMP. She was a participant in the first MCC, however she has never returned for another championship.

LDShadowLady - She’s another OG MCYTer who occasionally streams on twitch. She just wrapped up her X-Life content and she has a lot of old content to binge watch. She’s participated in 6 MCCs.

PearlescentMoon - She’s been on YouTube for a while but she also streams on twitch occasionally. She is an incredible builder. She is most known because of her colabs with Grian, but she’s got a whole lot of incredible solo content. She’s a member of the Legacy SMP and has been a part of it since the start of its first season last year. She’s also participated in 6 MCCs.

Stressmonster101 - She’s a YouTuber most known for her hermitcraft content however she is also a member of the Vault Hunters Server and streams it on her Twitch.

Zombie Cleo - Cleo is a gaming YouTuber who’s most known for her content on Hermitcraft, more specifically the absolute madness that is her armor-stand work (she takes that plug-in and does the coolest shit with it) but she also played a lot off games, aside from Minecraft on her main account, such as Fallout 4 and Bioshock Infinite.

Zukrbee - She’s a smaller twitch streamer who is most known for her content on the Third Eye SMP and being that one girl on tiktok who painted her door to look like a Minecraft oak door. She also speedruns and plays a lot of hypixel.

Obviously this isn’t every female CC on earth, and I’ll probably reblog with more tomorrow. Feel free to reblog with some more. This is no where near a complete list.

1847 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 06:18:09 GMT

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[massivewaffle]

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. 

Stepping through the portal that connects Hermitcraft to the wider universe, Scar braces himself against the smooth obsidian, grateful for the cool stone beneath his palm.  After a day of taxing situations, both physical and mental, quiet was what Scar craved. Minecraft Championships was something he looked forward to monthly, and he was happy and honored to be included, but he can’t deny the toll it puts upon his mind and body. This was his best MCC performance thus far, and he grins thinking of his 26th individual placement – his highest score yet. While the other participating Hermits returned to the server ages ago, Scar decided to stick around, needing to desperately burn off some pent-up energy by chatting with new friends. HBomb and Pete were such fun guys, and he socialized so little outside of Hermitcraft; it would be a waste to let those friendships fall to the wayside because of something as trivial as exhaustion.

Of course, as he takes his first shaky steps toward his home, he questions his decision-making ability. Who thought allowing him to make decisions was a good idea anyway?

It isn’t long before Scar stumbles to the entrance of his tree, taking a moment to wave hello to the ravager looming within the foliage down the path. A bath is what he craves, and he uses his remaining energy to barrel through his home, straight to the bathing area he’d set up, hidden from prying eyes. Not like anyone has actively pried on him, but a man can never be too careful on any server containing Zedaph and his spyglass.

Allowing the water to rush over him, Scar lolls his head back, thoughts drifting to the day now behind him. He had done his best and was pleased with the results of his practice. And, to be honest, he was even more pleased with everyone else’s praise of his newfound improvement. The tips you’d suggested to him had paid off tenfold, and Scar can only hope he is on an upward trajectory from here on out. 

The recollection of practice slowly fades, leaving only thoughts of the one thing he had spent all day attempting to avoid focusing on; you. You had yet to get your invitation to MCC, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time now. Your skill speaks for itself, and if it weren’t for the already long waiting list, your name would have made it onto a team based on skill alone. Skills, Scar hates to say, he finds overwhelmingly attractive. He isn’t quite sure why watching you hit crits on mobs is so mesmerizing, but it is. He should probably unpack that one day, but today is not the day for introspection.

Pulling himself out of the bath before his thoughts take a turn, he dries off, heading to his bedroom to dress. Jellie lies across the middle of his bed - her bed, really - stretched in a way that seems physically impossible for a cat to take up so much room.

“Why, hello Jellie! How’s my girl doing? Did you miss me?” He asks, deft fingers scratching at her head as she pushes into his palm. Scar revels in the consistent purr she emits, immediately overwhelmed by a sense of comfort. 

Tossing on some more casual attire, Scar shakes his head a few times, deciding to forgo drying his hair and allowing it to air dry. Jellie has abandoned him, jumping from his bed to a windowsill, enraptured by something beyond Scar’s field of vision. Scar’s not entirely sure what to do with himself now. Most of the Hermits will be preparing for their evenings, and he’s far too drained to begin working on a project. Perhaps a bit of fresh air will clear his mind. 

Scar heads outside, resting in the cool shade granted to him by his build. Though it’s nearing dinner time and the traces of dusk are filtering in, the heat hangs heavy in the air. It’s not so much stifling as it is irritating; a sign that summer is finally on its way out but continues to clutch desperately to the world. He can vaguely hear Mumbo and Grian yelling not too far away and, for a moment, contemplates joining in their fun but shakes off the urge. He finds himself enjoying the white noise of the area, already maxed out after the roar of MCC. Leaning back into the stone adorning his home’s entrance, he takes a moment to close his eyes and savor the soft breeze, the shouts of his friends fading into the distance. He specifically built the door to his base this way, tucked downhill just enough where he can be outside but not necessarily be seen. Calm in the eye of the storm, a place of comfort, a home where-

“So, do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?”

Scar’s head jerks forward, lifting away from the entrance toward the source of your voice, eyes crinkling as he squints into the setting sun to make out your silhouette. He finally spots you a few feet away, back pressed into the wooden trunk of the acacia tree shrouding the area in patches of light and shadow. Scar’s exhaustion fades into the back of his mind as his eyes take you in, unable to tell if you’re there or if the effects of the day have simply caught up to him. 

“Hello?” Scar asks, voice shaky.

“You did well.” 

Ah. So that is you. Gathering himself quickly, Scar fires back. 

“I’m sorry. Care to repeat that?” Scar is fully aware you can hear the smirk in his voice, and he’s banking on your annoyance to continue this conversation. 

“Are you asking because you couldn’t understand or just to hear me praise you again?”

Scar doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Does it matter?”

“Absolutely. I’m much more willing to clarify than compliment; you know that.”

“So you were impressed!” Scar exclaims. Crossing his arms over his chest, Scar shifts his weight to the right, allowing his shoulder to fall to the wall. Under the lanterns adorning his walkway, Scar looks mischievous, shrouded in shadow. 

Scar sighs overdramatically, knowing it will humor you. 

“And to think, here I was, thinking you would come and tell me I’m a parkour god, the true H0tGuY, the king of Rocket Spleef. Instead, I get a ‘you did well.’ How demoralizing after that amazin’ MCC practice we did.” 

The quiet of Scar’s base allows him to hear you giggle, which is his goal in any situation. 

“I assure you, I planned to come over here to shower you with praise regardless of the outcome, but then I watched MCC and heard everyone calling you Sand Daddy. I can’t beat that nickname; why even try?” You ask with a chuckle, descending the pathway to saunter directly into Scar’s eye line. 

“Hey, I earned that one!”

You laugh as you raise your hands in defense, shifting onto your heels. 

“I’m not arguing! Though you did kind of call yourself that, but I’ll let it slide. The practice absolutely helped. You guys killed it out there.” You admit, allowing your hands to drop to your sides as you look up to meet Scar’s eyes. 

The soft breeze returns, tickling lightly on your skin yet heavy enough to blow a few errant hairs directly into Scar’s eyes. He attempts to flick them away with a snap of his head but fails, only bringing more into his line of sight. He huffs, shifting his gaze to the stray hair as if glaring at it will force it to behave. It’s wonderfully endearing, and the tips of his slightly pointed ears rush red with embarrassment. 

“Do you really think I did well?” Scar says, eyes still trained on his own hair. 

“I suppose you didn’t do too bad,” you offer with an exaggerated shrug, so he understands you’re teasing. Scar’s lip quirks just enough for you to know he picked up on it, but he stays silent. Clearly, he needs more convincing. You drop all pretense and speak in your normal voice, devoid of teasing. 

“You did amazingly well. I was screaming my head off the entire event. We all were, to be fair, but I think I might have burst poor Stress’s eardrums during Rocket Spleef. Even the events you did so-so on were a vast improvement from your last MCC. People were talking about how they underestimated you. So yeah, I guess you did do well. You may even convince me to say I’m proud of you, but I’m not tired enough to let that one slip yet,” You joke, winking at him. 

Even in the orange-hued light given off by the lanterns, Scar knows you can see the blush on his face. He’s not going to try and hide it; there's no point in covering for what he already suspects you know. Scar’s enamored with you, and any crumb of attention you’re willing to throw his way will have him on cloud nine for the next week. That little speech was enough to satiate him for the rest of the year. Face burning, Scar meets your eyes and is shaken by the soft gaze you’re returning to him. Gone is your trademark smirk, the glint of trouble that’s always simmering just beneath the surface. Here he sees you laid bare, and he can’t deny how happy he is that you spoke honestly. 

“Thank you,” he manages to verbalize, “that means a lot.”

You scoff lightly. “Just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re pretty impressive on an average day already.” You reply, voice with just a tinge more edge than before. “I mean that last round of Rocket Spleef; I didn’t realize you were such a show-off!”

It’s Scar’s turn to laugh now as he thinks back to that moment. His team was cheering for him, egging him on to show these kids how it’s done. He may be good with a bow, but anyone who wants to hit ultra peak velocity shots, as he calls them, needs to know how to dodge and weave with the best of them. Everyone in MCC is talented, but it was nice to show some of the PVPers they should try picking up an elytra once in a while. 

“What can I say? Top Gun isn’t going to remake itself! Figured it was worth giving everyone a bit of a show.”

“Oh, you gave everyone a show, that’s for sure, H0tGuY,” you joke, taking a step closer to Scar. “It was nice seeing you confident out there. You looked good.” Your smirk remains, but there’s a new glint in your eyes. One Scar has seen in fleeting moments, but as you hold his gaze, the look burns through his very core.

“Did I now?” Scar asks, eyebrow quirked. Unsure he is reading this situation correctly, Scar attempts to stay on solid ground, but your compliments go straight to his head. 

“Mmhm. How often do I have to say it before you believe it?” 

“Roughly ten thousand more times. By then, we might get over the worst of it.” 

“Hmm. Better get started. I’ll need a dictionary to satiate you, I think.” You joke, looking up at Scar through your lashes. 

“I’ll order you one of those word of the day calendars for the holidays. Maybe you can use that for some inspiration!”

Laughing, you’re fully aware that Scar would do something exactly like that just to follow through on the joke. 

“Wow, compliments and a challenge all rolled into one; you know me too well. All of my favorite things.”

“Two down, how many to go?”

“Oh c’mon, Scar, I’m sure you can figure that out for yourself, don’t you think?”

There’s a tension permeating the air, similar to when a thunderstorm is on the way, but nary a raindrop has fallen.  A storm that has been building since this conversation started. Neither wishes to drop their gaze, but you look away first, eyes trailing down Scar’s face and over his body. Your eyes flick back up, a soft smile again playing on your lips. The space between you is respectable, close enough, but nothing improper, at least not yet. You lean forward just a tad, enough where you can make out the scent of Scar’s body wash but not crash into his chest. 

“As a heads up, get some good rest tonight. I think Keralis will be waking us all up unfathomably early.” You say with a grin.

“Keralis? Why would he be gathering us all so early?” Scar asks, already counting back the hours from morning to determine what constitutes a good night’s sleep. 

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but apparently, he wanted to celebrate how good y’all did today. Breakfast buffet at the Bamboo lounge. You know how Keralis loves to throw a soiree.”

“…Wasn’t she in High School Musical?’

“A soiree Scar, not Sharpay. A party. He’s throwing a party in the morning,” You reply, desperately attempting to hide your laughter and failing miserably.

“Ah. Well, that does make more sense. Though, oddly enough, if anyone were a friend of someone in that movie, I’d place a bet on Keralis.”

“I…I honestly can’t argue with you there.”

A peaceful silence falls as you exchange smiles. Scar shifts, crossing his arms again, and you can’t fight the urge to ogle the way his slender fingers lay across his bicep. Scar’s always been an attractive man, but you can’t deny he is far more toned than you noticed. The unexpected muscle paired with the soft, comfortable-looking tee and sweatpants combination he’s wearing sends your brain into overdrive. You’d helped him film Hotguy: The Siege, yet this was the most attractive he’s ever looked. Between the dressed-down outfit and the messy, fluffy hair Scar is currently rocking, the moment suggests domesticity. It’s cozy, one could say.  Life is nice like this; warm and safe amidst the trees and dimmed lights of Scar’s base. 

“Are you going to be there?”

Scar’s voice breaks you from your domestic daydreaming.

“Hm?”

“At the sharpay. Will you be honoring us with your presence?”

“While I usually loathe the BDubs early morning approach to life, I would never miss a Keralis breakfast. Keralis breakfast means one thing –“

“XB’s cooking,” you say simultaneously.

A smile creeps onto your face at the synergy you share.

“Plus, you’ll put on a good show.”

It’s Scar’s turn to look puzzled by your words.

“Good show?”

“Of course. I’m planning on a mimosa in one hand, XB’s French Toast in another, and watching you turn bright red every time a Hermit compliments you on your 26th placement, Sand Daddy.”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re doing it now!” You exclaim, throwing a finger into Scar’s flushed face.  “A teeny bit of praise, and you get all blushy and shy. It’s fantastic. You go from Top Gun to Weird Science in a minute flat.”

“I’m so glad my suffering amuses you.” Scar’s deadpan delivery directly rivals the mirth in his eyes. 

“Incredibly so.” You say with a wink. “But you deserve all the praise tomorrow, so be prepared for people to lay it on thick, Mister Rocket Spleef Rush Top 5 Finisher.”

Scar feels his face burning at your comments.

“So you did watch closely, huh?”

“Couldn’t let my H0TGuY  down now, could I?” You ask, immediately wincing as your voice cracks. 

“So I’m your H0TGuY now?” Scar says quickly, arms falling to his sides. “Works for me.”

You giggle, prepared to fire back with another witty comment when you catch Scar’s gaze. He’s giving you a look far too serious to be contested with banter. His eyes are scrutinizing you, and you feel nervous under their surveillance. It’s hard to maintain eye contact, especially as Scar tilts his head back for a moment to stretch his neck, jawline on display. You can feel his stare as your eyes trace the long line of his neck down to the scoop neck of his shirt, memorizing the pattern of every scar littering the area. His hair flops back down into his eyes as he realigns himself before you, clearly smirking as if he’s finally figured you out.  

“You never answered my question, by the way,” you squeak, your voice breathier than intended. 

Scar’s smirk grows as he tips his head to one side. 

“Hm? And which question was that, troublemaker?”

“Do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?’ You ask, feigning bashfulness for a moment. “Or are you more into just part of that nickname” You trail off, eyes slowly dragging up Scar’s frame as you step into his personal space. When you finally meet his eyes, you’re only inches apart, and you find yourself swooning over the way Scar’s face scrunches in confusion, his teeth jutting out to bite at his bottom lip.

“Why would I want you to call me sand?”

God, you love this idiot. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, you lean in, resting your forehead on Scar’s chest. Just as you imagined, his shirt is equally soft and thin. Thin enough, in fact, that despite the cool breeze, you can perceive his body heat radiating against you. Scar’s hands lift to rest lightly at your waist, unsure. Heart pumping, you turn your head to the side, lounging calmly against him as you speak. 

“Not that one, Scar.”

“Well then, what do you…Oh.”

“Oh?”

“OH.” 

Scar’s voice is breathless, and you swear you faintly pick up on his heart racing beneath your ear. A moment passes before his arms move, one delicately moving around your low back, the other raising to tilt your chin back. 

“I can’t say I’d be opposed to that, but I’ve never tried it before.” Scar mutters. His voice drops a few octaves, and the inside of your brain feels like Joe’s pinball machine as his deep timbre bounces around. “But you know I’m always willing to practice.” 

Scar looks at you for a moment, and you tilt your head toward him in a nod. Closing your eyes, Scar’s breath flits over your lashes as you wait for his lips to touch yours. 

“SCAR, PLEASE INFORM GRIAN THAT NO, WARDENS ARE NOT GIFTS.”

“I’M JUST SAYING THEY COULD BE MUMBO!! YOU NEED TO EXPAND YOUR MIND!”

“WELL, YOU NEED A SERIOUS…”

You and Scar jump at the sound of voices coming up the walkway, separating as quickly as possible. You’re both noticeably flushed, practically panting from the anticipation of moments ago. Scar’s shirt is slightly crumpled from where your head rested, and you’re sure your ears are as red as Grian’s sweater. Sneaking a peek, Mambo and Grian stand a few feet away, staring wide-eyed in your direction. 

“Grian, I feel as though we’ve interrupted a moment.”

“Was that a moment? “I would distinctly consider that a moment.”

“What kind of moment? Good moment? Bad moment?”

“Please stop talking.” Scar says, sighing, both palms pressed into his eyes. “Please, for the love of Jellie, stop talking.”

“Right. Well. Uh. I suppose we can discuss Wardens tomorrow, Scar. Let’s go!”

Grian’s rocket sets off before the words leave his mouth, soaring through Scar’s tree. 

“Yes, well. Uh. Terrible sorry, friends. I’ll just be going.” Mumbo stutters, face quickly reddening. He fires his rocket to follow Grian’s exit, knocking into several branches before you’re sure he’s gone. 

“I want to murder them.” Scar admits. “I love them dearly, but I also want to murder them.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “I think that’s how the entire server feels about them most of the time.”

Scar snorts and the two of you fall back into silence.

“Kinda killed the moment there.” Scar confesses. “Sorry about, y’know. Them.”

“It’s to be expected. Never a dull moment around here.” You respond with a smile and a shrug. 

“Never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m ready for a few more dull moments around here.” 

“Yeah? What a coincidence; I was just thinking the same thing.”

Scar looks up at the sky, a light smile pulling at his lips. 

“Breakfasts are really dull, don’t you think? Honestly, whose favorite part of the day is breakfast?”

“Notoriously boring. Only a true demon would love waking up early for breakfast.”

“I completely agree.” Scar looks over to you, the sparkle returning to his eyes.

“So, I’ll meet you at your base in the morning? You have to wake up early to get the first batch of mimosas after all. Can’t have you oversleeping and getting a bad seat to the show.”

“I’ll set three alarms just in case.” You beam back at Scar, head filled with fewer nerves and more anticipation. 

“Would you like me to walk you home?” Scar asks, but you wave him off. 

“No, it’s fine; it’s a short walk. You had a busy day. You should get some rest.” Straightening yourself out, you return to standing in Scar’s personal space. 

“Besides, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

“True. Breakfast will take a lot out of me, I’m sure,” Scar jokes. 

“Mhmm.” You murmur, hands reaching for Scar’s own. 

“Plus, we have a practice session scheduled for tomorrow. It seems we have some new things to try out.”

Scar’s eyes widen at your words, mouth opening and closing a few times before squeaking a response. 

“Yes. Yes, of course. Practice makes perfect and all that.” Scar’s response is fewer words and more stream-of-consciousness rambling, but you find it adorable all the same. 

“Goodnight, Sand Daddy.” Scar’s face is a mixture of amusement and adoration, your favorite. Popping up on your tiptoes, you quickly press a kiss to the corner of Scar’s mouth before dropping back down. 

“Goodnight.” Scar whispers. 

Turning to make your exit, you pause at the edge of Scar’s walkway to take one last look. Peeking out from behind your original Acacia tree spot, you’re secluded enough to be out of Scar’s eyesight. As Scar turns to reenter his home, he pumps his arm a few times in happiness, attempting what looks to be a little dance of joy. Rolling your eyes, you turn and head home, and for the first time in your life, you can’t wait to wake up early.

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On Top of the World

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar x Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 3080 Warnings: Character death/respawn mechanic (in game Minecraft)  Rating: PG13/Teen (some heavy making out is all!), very fluffy AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40105275

Summary: Scar, your longtime crush, asks you to test out his newly constructed roller coaster for his Hermitcraft Theme Park. Only problem is your immense fear of heights. 

A/N: This has been a rough week and we all need some good, incredibly cheesy fluff. 

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this." You say, sighing deeply. You've not even stepped onto the loading platform, yet you can already feel the vibrations from your heart throbbing down the expanse of your limbs.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a very persuasive and charming man! This is going to be so fun; I promise you that!"

Scar's enthusiasm is an infectious disease at this point, polluting your brain and convincing you to step outside of your comfort zone for the umpteenth time. You're not sure what you're more ashamed of; that Scar has a pull on you that no one else can match or that he is fully aware of it, using it to his advantage repeatedly. You're sure that those sparkling eyes of his will bring about your destruction.

"The potential of falling to my death from atop your homemade rollercoaster isn't exactly my idea of fun, but I'll take your word for it, Mr. Imagineer."

Scar laughs at your words, his giggles again setting off those annoying vibrations.

"I like that one! Mr. Imagineer! Think I could convince everyone to use that from now on?" Scar muses, pausing for a quick moment, distracting you as his long fingers tap against his pouting mouth. "Well, I can confirm this Imagineer has conducted several tests into this particular attraction, and I promise it is structurally sound!"

You and Scar reach the platform's top, just far enough from the surface to feel a difference in the wind.

"Mhm. And how did you test this?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow as Scar flips switches and levers.

"Oh, you know, sent a few test subjects around to see if they took damage. And I am happy to report everyone returned in one piece, safe and sound!"

"Uh-huh. Did you test this on any humans or just…what? Jellies?"

"Heaven's no. I would never put Jellie at risk like that! I used-" Scar reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a small spiral-bound notebook and flipping a few pages- "three wolves, a pig, two sheep, and one particularly cantankerous bird."

"Ah. So Grian gave it a test run for you already?" You ask, peering around his arm to read the labels on the aforementioned switches.

Scar gives you a look from down the sharp angle of his nose, raising his brows at you in amusement.

"…oh. Actual birds."

Scar laughs again. "Indeed. Though, to be fair, these parrots were unsurprisingly better behaved than Grian would have been. But I digress; all the tests have gone perfectly so far, nothing to fret about! Plus, do you not trust my superior building skills?!" Scar huffs, and while you can tell he's only teasing, you momentarily feel compelled to make sure he knows what an incredible builder you know him to be.

"I promise it's going to be fun! I'll even give you a cut of the profits for being my test dummy! I mean, uh, test person!"

Scar leads you through the iron gate he's constructed at the entrance. Now that you're standing at the top, fear is squeezing tightly around your heart.

"How will it stop?" You ask, fully aware of the shake in your voice.

"It’s on a timer! Once we get back to this point, it will automatically stop for us! Safe and sound, of course.”

Scoffing at your weakness, you find yourself shaking your head. Scar’s beaming smile is too overwhelming. You want to say no; you know he’d understand, but you haven’t seen him this proud of a build in ages. Sad, disappointed Scar is the absolute worst, like a bouncy castle that’s sprung a leak. You know he would never let you get hurt, especially not if he could prevent it.

“Let’s do this.”

“Wonderful! I swear this is going to be so much fun. Much more fun than the waterslide of death; I haven’t really figured that one out yet. Somehow the waterslide to death ratio is just very, very off. I suspect sorcery.”

Your face immediately betrays you, contorting into a look of horror and amusement. Scar laughs as he ushers you into the small cart at the start of the track, buckling you in before taking a seat himself.

“I’m kidding! The waterslide is fine! It only culminates in a death like 20% of the time.”

“Scar…”

“Okay, okay, more like 40%. But I’m working on it! Anyway, we’re riding this one now, and this one is death free! Hold on tight.”

If you could hold the bar in front of you any tighter, your fingers would snap. White knuckles cloud your vision as you look down below the coaster. The start isn’t that high, really; you’ve definitely survived falls from higher up, but it wouldn’t exactly be a pleasant tumble. Looking up, you see the twists and turns of the rollercoaster stretching high around the mountain, diving in and out and culminating in one giant drop.

Scar’s voice breaks you from your reverie, quiet and low.

“You don’t have to do this, you know. I don’t want you to feel coerced; I can pay one of the others to take the first ride with me. I swear on Jellie, this is safe, but there are no hard feelings if you want to step away right now.”

Scar’s eyes bore into you, clearly concerned. This is the Scar you find yourself in love with, disregarding safety procedures and all.

“No, I want to help you. I’m just a bit scared, is all,” You admit, eyes closing as you take a deep breath.

“You? Scared? You’re never scared!”

“Well, it doesn’t happen often, but even the greats have a fear! The Deep Dark, drowning…snakes.” You offer, shooting him a knowing look. Scar shivers at the mere mention of snakes, making a face of disgust.

“How about I hold your hand when it gets scary? I can guarantee that besides being a world-class builder, wizard, and forest elf, I am also an excellent hand holder!”

Damn him and his enthusiasm. You nod, accepting his offer and steeling your gaze forward.

“I’m ready.”

Scar leans out of the car for just a moment, enough time for his long arm to reach over to the console and flick a switch. Suddenly the rollercoaster comes to life in a way you’d never seen when he was building. There are light, almost airy tunes floating from note blocks hidden among the terraformed sections of the design. Immediately you put together why Scar had been so desperately searching for Etho a few days ago; he needed his expertise to take the design up a notch. Lights flood the track, highlighting portions Scar must consider important. Froglights illuminate the rail under you, the dim glow they emit adding a new layer of ambiance the coaster lacks in the daytime, but now, at dusk, you understand why Scar felt so compelled to create this. It truly is magical.

“Amazin’! At least that’s all working.” Scar says, more to himself than anything, as he reaches over to flick the last switch.

The track begins to shift at his touch, propelling your cart forward at an average pace. The breeze starts to weave through your hair, mussing the style you’d spent time adjusting. Usually, you wouldn’t see the point, but you willingly put in just a bit more effort when Scar is around.

Etho’s note blocks shift tunes depending on the area of the coaster, and you can’t help but find yourself smiling as you realize Scar has recreated smaller versions of builds on other parts of the server within his coaster. The track speeds up as you drive into a dark tunnel within the mountain, your eyes widening as you realize he’s recreated XB’s base theme inside. Coming out the other end, the cart leaps into the air as it flies through the mouth of Xisuma’s skeleton, landing lightly on the other side.

Glancing to your left, Scar has a pen in hand, feverously taking notes directly onto the back of his other hand. You quirk a brow at him as you elbow his side, drawing his attention.

“Notes! My notebook would fly off at this speed!” He yells over the noises surrounding you. The coaster takes a steep turn to the right, not enough to throw the cart off balance but a bit of a shock. Scar immediately makes a note of it on his hand. As the coaster continues, you realize Scar has section names for every ride segment and notes down the ones that need adjustment. It calms you to know how seriously he’s taking his creation, making you slightly less afraid of the journey ahead.

Your new calmness is immediately shattered as the coaster takes a turn. You can spy the end of the track up ahead; the only thing standing between it and your cart is the giant drop from the mountain's peak. The iron bar in front of you is your new best friend, providing a semblance of comfort and grounding as you hang on for dear life.

“Are you alright? I can stop the ride if we need to!” Scar yells, pen now nowhere in sight. His eyes are only on you, scanning over your face. He looks so genuinely concerned it’s sweet, but you have to face your fear sometime. This seems as good of a time as any, especially with him at your side.

“I’m fine. Just y’know. Heights!” You respond, tightening your hold as the coaster ascends.

Scar nods and breaks his gaze. He looks around the world below, a small smile blossoming. His hair looks lovely like this, and you make a mental note to tell him to muss it up once and a while. It blows in the cool air, askew from his standard style, and he looks far freer and younger than usual. It hits you that this ride he’s built isn’t just his dream build; it’s an escape. Scar looks so content here, high among the mountains and landscape of your world, almost as though he is floating alongside the cart.

You close your eyes for a moment, chasing that same feeling yet coming up empty. Closing your eyes makes the ride feel even more perilous than before, and you open yours in a hurry, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

Scar reaches over, pausing for a moment before resting his hand on top of yours. You react immediately, yearning for something physical to keep you grounded through the fear. Entwining his fingers with your own, you tighten your grip, scooching closer to him on your shared seat. He squeezes your hand twice, so you know it’s okay, you’re okay, and your right-hand passes over your body, grabbing at his bicep. The cart has reached the ride's peak, and you must admit, the view from here is incredible. Everything the Hermits have built this season is on display. You only wish you had more moments of calm to appreciate it truly.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.” Scar whispers directly in your ear as the cart begins its descent and your heart flies into your throat. Your body shakes, and you can’t quite pinpoint if it’s a result of the anticipation for the drop or the effect Scar’s voice has upon you.

Your fingers squeeze around his bicep, and Scar tightens his hold on you. Leaning back, you bury your face into his upper arm, ready for what’s to come. Scar allows himself to fall into the moment, screaming with a joyous smile as the cart tips over the peak and descends at breakneck speed down the track. Your stomach is in your throat, your heart beating uncontrollably, but it’s not inherently as awful as you assumed. You can’t bring yourself to scream along with Scar, but his hold on you is a welcome distraction from fear, and you are surprised at how fun it is to fall.

For all the anticipation you bottled up, the ride itself is incredibly short after the last drop. A few smaller drops and curves later, the beginning of the track comes into view. The speed lowers upon approach, and adrenaline courses through you as the cart comes to a stop, just as Scar said it would. You’re energized, proud of yourself for facing your fear, and impressed by your lack of death.

“Told you I’d keep you safe!”

Scar’s face is broad with a smile, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes from the exposure to the wind and speed.

“You alright? Can I get you anything?”

Scar has yet to move, waiting to see if you’re alright before turning his magnificent creation off and leaving the cart. There’s nothing you want more at this moment than to share these experiences with him forever, to see that exuberant look on his face daily. There’s so much joy running through you there’s only one thing you can think to do with all this energy: kiss the life out of him.

Leaning forward, you catch his eyes before allowing your own to fall to his lips. His expression changes, eyes widening as his brows raise just a hair, but he doesn’t shift away. Instead, his hold on your hand drops. For a split second, you worry, but then you feel the press of his calloused fingertips along your jaw, cupping your face. His touch is light, fingertips barely brushing the skin they dance across. His head leans in toward your own as his gaze lowers. You hear him whisper your name just before your lips meet, his warm breath on your lips sending a shiver through you. His lips press against yours moments later, calm and firm. The kiss is far from the light, soft first kiss you have spent hours daydreaming about as you worked on your base. You imagined Scar would kiss softly, wanting encouragement before he continued, but you were wrong.

Scar kisses you like he’s been daydreaming about this moment in an entirely different context. The adrenaline from the ride must be contributing as Scar’s lips capture yours in a desperate kiss, his hand holding your face in a firmer position. He pulls away for a moment and begins to speak as he kisses you, words spilling onto your newly swollen mouth. You can barely make out what he’s saying between his whispers and your heartbeat humming through your ears.

Your name sounds more beautiful than ever as he whispers it against your skin, pairing it with mentions of how wonderful you are, how sexy, and how long he’s waited to kiss you. You open your mouth to tell him how you feel, but he captures your open lips between his, silencing you aside from the moan that raises in your throat. His teeth nip lightly at your bottom lip before his tongue soothes the area, not yet making its way into your mouth. He’s merely teasing you, making you whimper for more as your hand falls from his arm to pull at his shirt, drawing him closer to you. Scar kisses you until you feel your lungs burn, utterly unaware that you’ve been holding your breath for who knows how long. Breaking away from Scar’s kiss is devastating, but you yearn for air, and Scar pulls away once he realizes you need a moment. Dropping your head to take a few gulps of oxygen, Scar’s lips find their way to your forehead, kissing above your eyebrows and the middle of your forehead until your breathing pattern evens out.

He removes his hand from yours, holding your fingers close and raising them to his lips. Your face is burning with excitement, attraction, and embarrassment all at once, but you can’t help but look up to catch Scar’s eyes.

“Hi.”

God, you adore him. Scar’s the most handsome man in the world on a typical day, but now, with his outfit, messy hair, and reddened lips, Scar is the most beautiful person to have ever lived.

“Hi.”

Silence overtakes you as you blush in sync, both a bit overwhelmed by the last few moments.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Scar confesses. The blood pumping in your ears turns to birdsong, joy radiating you from within. “This whole test run was just a ploy to see if I could hold your hand,” he admits, scratching at the back of his neck and running the hand through his hair, messing it up further.

“Well, I’d say it was a successful test run then! We lived through your theme park coaster, AND you held my hand, so I suppose dreams come true, huh? The happiest place on Earth or something like that, right?” You tease.

“Happiest Hermit on Earth, that’s for sure,” Scar says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your mouth.

“Now,” Scar says, leaning back to finally turn his creation off, “what do you say to indulging in this theme park’s other highlights? Notably, the cookie stand and the pop-up mattress store?” He asks, eyebrows waggling exaggeratedly.

“Oh, you charmer.” You retort, rolling your eyes. “I’d love to.”

Scar grins as he stands from the cart, stepping out and planting his feet before reaching for your hand. You place it in his, quickly realizing how small your hand feels in comparison. With Scar’s hand around yours, you feel safe and cared for in a way you haven’t before.

Scar guides you back to the ground, offering you his arm as you wander down his re-created Main Street U.S.A. He stops momentarily, reaching into his pocket to pull something out. It’s a small Redstone device, too small for you to understand, but one button push later, and the park comes to life. Lights turn on in every window, the soft glow adding to the ambiance.

“I always wanted to be locked in a theme park overnight.” Scar says, eyes darting from building to building. “This is the closest I could think to get.”

“It’s beautiful.”

Scar turns to face you, his eyes teary.

“I’m so glad I get to share this with you.”

Your face is burning red again, swooning at his comments.

“Me too.”

Scar shoots you one last smile, pressing another short kiss to your mouth.

“C’mon, there’s so much for you to see!” Scar exclaims, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the flower-lined road.

Perhaps Scar’s theme park isn’t Disney, but for you, it will always be the happiest place on Earth.

[massivewaffle]

One Way to Defeat A Wither (Chapter 1)

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar x Female Reader  Word Count: 4718 Rating: Chapter 1 is PG. Chapter 2 is EXPLICIT Warnings: Nothing for this chapter aside from Minecraft in game death mechanics. Chapter two will have explicit smut, so be advised if you follow the story. 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39187023

Summary: When Grian jokingly unleashes the forces of the Scar Wither upon spawn, no one bats an eye. That is until GoodTimesWithScar suddenly becomes a very, very Bad Scar indeed. 

AKA “The one where Scar gets possessed by a Wither and fucks reader”

A/N: This fic will be 2 chapters. This chapter (Chapter 1) is purely flirting and set up. All smut will be contained within Chapter 2, which I hope to have out by the end of the week if everything goes well. 

The beginning of a new Hermitcraft seed is to you what Christmas Day is to others. There are always some residual feelings of melancholy when it comes to leaving the old world behind and, with it, all the beautiful things the Hermits have created. That being said, memories live on, and as you age, you realize how important it is to reset yourself both physically and mentally once in a while. You can only grow if you keep pushing yourself to try new things, and everything you’ve learned in your first season on the server makes you ten times more determined to improve all of your builds for your second. 

The start of a new seed also brings the promise of change, and it is so rare for all the Hermitcraft members to be on equal ground. Elytra's are the first sign of the shift, so these early days of resource gathering feel special and warm in your heart. As usual, Joe is at spawn, collecting materials for Hermits Helping Hermits as the chaos reigns around him. 

You’re not entirely sure where you want to build your starter home yet, content to wander around the general spawn area to gauge what others are doing and whose bases are already growing exponentially. These Hermit’s do not mess around. 

Wandering up to the space Joe has dictated for material collection, you drop off a few stone swords and pickaxes to donate to the cause. You metaphorically struck gold earlier with not one but two iron veins on your first resource run, so you’re already decked out in full iron. Your items barely make it into the shared double chest before Scar barrels up, muttering to himself. While Scar is clumsy and death prone on the best day, today seems to be his absolute nightmare. Everyone’s communicator goes crazy with notifications on day one because of all the advancements, but Scar’s consistent death messages seem to be taking up a distressing amount of space. Respawning hurts. It’s not the worst pain you've ever experienced, but it’s not something you adjust to easily. 

Scar strides up to yourself and Joe, a jovial look on his face despite the pain you know he’s holding back. Though he’s hiding the pain, you can see him wince just a bit as he steps toward you and Joe.

“Hey there, Scar! Take whatever you need!” Joe says. You know Joe well enough to deduce he purposefully doesn’t inquire immediately regarding the mass amount of death messages in the chat.  

“Thank you, Joe! I might sell you out, though; this hasn’t been the best day for me resource-wise.” Scar admits, opening the shared chest and equipping some of the stone tools you had dropped off minutes before. 

“Yeah, so I noticed. You doing okay, buddy? Can I assist with anything?” Joe asks with genuine kindness. 

“Aw shucks, thank you, Joe, but I’m alright. It’s mostly been a combination of my own clumsiness and Mumbo and Grian knocking me into the “Boatem Hole 2.0.” 

You chuckle, catching Scar’s eye in the process. 

You’ve always found yourself inherently drawn to Scar; his personality and sense of humor spills from every pore. You find yourself attracted to his specific brand of genuine kindness and dedication to his craft. Those traits, paired with the glint of mischief behind his eyes, lead you to believe there are so many things about Scar you’ve yet to discover. Scar is attractive, there’s no denying that, and you find something about his smirky, knowing eyes and smile that is undeniably sexy. It’s a pretty open secret that you’re interested in him, you’ve never said anything about it explicitly, but you do see the knowing looks that others give you when you chat with Scar. 

Ever since you first arrived in Hermitcraft, you’ve never heard about Scar openly dating. You’re not even sure what his orientation is, but he flirts back with you often enough to indicate he’s at least a bit interested. That said, you’d never make a move or be too bold with him. Typically, you’re one of the most social server members, but you have to draw a personal boundary somewhere. There’s too much to lose this early in your Hermitcraft career if outing your crush leads to being alienated. If he’s interested, he can reach out; otherwise, you’re satisfied with this current relationship.

“Well, if you’re looking for a bodyguard, I’m available.” You offer. You love Mumbo and Grian dearly, but there’s nothing more fun than a taste of revenge. 

“Why, that would be ah-may-zin! Those two hooligans won’t know what hit them if they come at me again!” Scar exclaims, ending his statement with a wink. 

“I need to scope out base locations anyway, so this works for both of us,” you admit digging through your inventory and equipping your sword to your back. 

Joe hands Scar a few cooked pork chops with a knowing smile. 

“Just in case you need them. Try not to get tossed in any more holes.”

“Believe me; I’m steering clear of holes for a while! Unless, of course, I get lucky.”

Joe chokes on a cough upon Scar’s words, and Scar’s eyes widen as he processes his statement. 

“FOR A BASE. IF I FIND A HOLE FOR MINING!” Scar clarifies, stuttering as he waves his hands back and forth, hoping to magic himself away from his self-caused awkwardness.

Joe’s eyes shift to you, sending you the same look all the Hermits give when you find yourself partnered with Scar. You roll your eyes in response and wave goodbye as you follow a flushed Scar further into the woods behind spawn. 

“Everyone knows how my season has been so far; what’s going on with you?” Scar asks, walking a few steps ahead. Scar remains keenly aware of the world around him despite his devil-may-care nature, navigating over root-filled terrain and holding back branches for you to step around unharmed. 

“Not too bad,” you admit, slowing your steps to allow him to catch up to your pace. “Went out exploring for a bit, got a solid amount of materials, but that’s about it. I scouted around with Peal and Gem for an hour or two, but I’m not really feeling the birch vibe this season, so I’m still looking for a place to call home.”

“Ah yes. The first-day location struggles; I can relate. I’m building near Grian, just behind that little river, but I’m already contemplating my megabase spot.”

“Of course you are.”

“Oh? And what is THAT supposed to mean? Hmm?”

“Sorry, mister ‘non-stop grind,’ I know how you operate! If we’d allow you to pick a location on the first day, you’ll have your megabase half-built within a week.” You retort, smirking. Scar blushes, rolling his eyes as he shifts his gaze from you. 

“...well, that may be true. I don’t have a way to defend myself against that argument!” Scar admits, chuckling to himself. “You know me too well, hotshot; I can’t deny it!”

As you reach a small clearing, you can make out the silhouettes of Mumbo Jumbo and Grian in the distance. Scar goes running to scream at them, as is his way, but you grab at his sleeve, pulling him back to a secluded spot under a large tree. Scar stumbles as you pull him, losing his footing and tripping on an exposed tree root. Careening forward, he puts his hands up to catch himself. While safe and sound, his hands land on the tree behind you, effectively pinning you against it with a hand on either side of your head. Scar surrounds you, so close you can smell the woody scent radiating from his long, shiny elven locks. Scar stares down at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. From those green eyes to his all-knowing smirk, he's so incredibly handsome, his looks only enhanced by the scars littering his face, hinting at his life story. He leans in and you clench, overwhelmed by all of him surrounding you. His face passes, cheekbone grazing yours as his gloriously smooth voice purrs into your ear. 

“Wanna play a prank?”

The nerves surging through you expel with a nervous giggle. Of course pranks would be at the forefront of Scar’s brain. 

“When have I ever turned down the option to prank?” You ask, keenly aware that Scar’s mouth is within inches of your ear, your neck; all the places you’ve dreamed of Scar trailing over with those honeyed lips. 

Scar smiles a wide-tooth grin that occupies half his face as he pulls away, making sure he’s firmly planted on the ground before speaking. 

“See, that’s why I adore you. You always have your priorities straight!” Scar jokes, turning his back to you and squatting down to peer over at your fellow Hermits across the clearing. Your face blushes at his words, but you shake his kindness off as you lower to your knees to crawl next to him. 

“I’m thinking arrows. A surprise attack; Hawkeye style!” You offer, knowing how much Scar loves summoning his inner Hawkeye. 

“I’ll go chat to them, and if they start getting that feral look in their eyes, you pepper them with arrows since you’re the bow god around here. They won’t know what him ‘’em!” 

Scar seems dedicated to keeping the blush on your face, but you can’t give yourself away. 

“Bow God is ready for action!” You proclaim with a wink, digging through your inventory to switch from your sword to bow and arrow. Scar rifles through his own, dropping a few extra arrows for you before army-crawling away to a small path, making it look as though he was following the boys the entire time. 

As Scar steps into the light and heads toward Grian and Mumbo, you shift into position, rolling your shoulders a few times to loosen up before lining yourself up for a shot. Mumbo and Grian seem to be chatting with Scar, who deliberately stands at the edge of a cavern. Scar’s more self-aware than he seems, knowing Grian can never turn down the urge to shove Scar directly into danger. The moment Grian lifts his hand, you know he's planning to slap Scar off the edge. Your first arrow flies straight into his shoulder within the blink of an eye, shocking him but not resulting in death. 

“What the…” Grian yells, jumping back and wincing from the pain. 

“Was that a skeleton?” Mambo asks, hair flopping as he flails side to side, looking for the offender. 

“It’s broad daylight, Mumbo!” Grian fires back with annoyance. 

“Well, I don’t know! What am I supposed to think?!” Mumbo retorts, snapping back at Grian. 

In the time it takes for Mumbo and Grian to snip at one another, you’ve managed to shift from your crouched position and traverse through the woods to shoot at Mumbo from a new angle. In all the confusion, neither Grian nor Mumbo notice Scar step away from the cavern and back into the woods, shooting an arrow past Grian to confuse him. 

At this point, Mumbo and Grian have panicked, running in circles and dodging arrows. You look across the clearing and catch Scar’s gaze, smiling widely and gesturing with your arms to direct his arrows to the cavern opening where he was previously standing. Mumbo and Grian have backtracked to the cavern's edge without realizing it. Two well-shot arrows later spook them enough to trip over one another in their haste, tumbling down the hole. According to your communicator notifications, both die from the fall, which means you and Scar have gotten away scot-free. 

The moment the deaths populate in chat, you dart from your covered nest, sprinting toward the cavern and, more importantly, their dropped inventories. 

“Holy moly, that worked even more perfectly than I planned!” Scar exclaims, gabbing your hand as you descend the stone. “They were so lost it was incredible! Let’s scoop up all the good stuff!” 

Scar releases your hand as he crouches to pick up one of their discarded iron pickaxes and immediately tucks it into his inventory. 

“I’ll take it and drop it off at your base,” you say, bending down to compare the swords the guys have left behind. “They’ll assume you’ll have it all, so I’ll grab the good stuff and stash it in a chest, so it looks like yours.” 

“Keep some for yourself too! And a few things to make them think the rest got destroyed in the fall.”

“Good call!” You reach into your inventory and pull out a bucket of lava you hung onto just in case. Tipping it down the cavern, you watch with a smirk as it burns up a few of the garbage items and flows down one side. 

“Believability.” You say, turning to make your way to climb back up the stone walls. 

“Genius!”

Scar’s lankiness allows him to reach the top before you. He grabs your hand again once he’s safely out, helping to pull you from the hole with one arm, the other typing into his communicator. 

Grian and Mumbo are screaming in the chat, and Scar casually mentions it was indeed a skeleton but don’t worry, Hawkeye took care of the threat. He asks if they would like him to collect what items he can, smiling at his ingenuity. 

Grian mentions he and Mumbo are on their way back, and you wave goodbye to Scar as you duck back into the woods and make your escape. Climbing a few branches up from your original hiding place, you watch with amusement, forcing your hand in front of your mouth to contain your giggles as Mumbo and Grian return in a fury. Scar makes himself out to be the hero of the village, regaling them with the tale of mighty Hawkeye taking down a ferocious beast. As he distributes what little of their items he could salvage, you slide your communicator out and send Scar a private message. 

“Nice acting. I’ll leave everything in a chest under your starter tree, dig down one block, and you’ll find it x”

You wait for a moment, hidden in your tree-dwelling, as you watch Scar receive the message. He fishes his communicator from his pocket, smirking while Grian and Mumbo argue as they head to salvage their remaining items. Your cheeks burn as you see him smile at your message, glancing up to the trees to see if you’re still there. He types something before shoving it back into his pocket and turning to the cavern, yelling as Mumbo inquires if the lava had been there the whole time. Your communicator vibrates in your hand, and you open the message as fast as possible. 

“I’ll expect my Oscar by midnight; I’ll stop by to pick it up.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later, your back is sore, fingers lightly blistered, and you can feel the effects of a bit too much sun on your shoulders. The sun is fading fast around the starter village, and most of your fellow Hermits have begun packing up their supplies for the night, content to mill around the spawn area for a chat. Although you have so much more to finish, you decide to join them, tossing your extra items into your starter base's mini-chest monster that has begun to populate the area. You’ve chosen to build further into the woods than most, a quick walk to many of the Hermit’s starter bases but far enough to get peace and quiet when the building inevitably starts with the morning sun. 

Stepping inside your very humble starter abode, it seems fitting to finally discard the clothes you’ve toiled in all day in exchange for some clean ones. Tossing your soiled garments into a chest in the corner, you leave them to be dealt with tomorrow when you have the energy. Quickly you freshen up, wiping the residual sweat and dirt from your face and arms, and toss on a pair of comfortable pants and an old tank top to relax in. Although the sun is receding, it’s still a warm day, and the last thing you want right now is to continue sweating in the same outfit you’ve spent all day wearing while building. 

Content with the new feeling of cleanliness, you head out, following the loud laughter and trails of smoke that lead to where your fellow Hermits have set up for the evening. 

Welcoming cries ring out as you approach, waving excitedly to the rest of the group. 

“There you are! We were wondering if you were going to join us tonight. What’s happenin’, baby?” Ren asks, tossing another log onto the campfire as you find yourself claiming an empty log bench. 

“Not much! I wanted to take a few minutes to get organized before I headed over to mock all your bases.” You joke. 

“Wow. Woooooow. Here we are aiming for friendship, and you have to shame us. And to think I have all these Giga Pies I was going to offer you….” Cub trails off, doing his best to cover the delight in his voice with authenticity. 

“Cub, where’s your house?” You ask, knowing the answer already. 

“...okay, so I technically live in Ren’s basement, but-”

“I REST MY CASE!” You exclaim to a chorus of laughter. 

Cub rolls his eyes but laughs along with the group. “You’re so cruel.” He says, sighing. “But you’re not wrong.”

“Hand over the pies, pretty boy!” You order, reaching forward to take one from his outstretched hands. You must admit, Ren’s grandma’s secret recipe, or whatever story he’s telling, is bang on the money, and the pie is easily the most delicious thing you’ve tasted in ages.

Ren and Cub distribute pies as other Hermits come and go, exhausted from a day of building, planning, and mining. Stress and Iskall join, taking the empty spaces to your left as Ren and Cub occupy the seats across. Impulse, Tango, Gem, and Pearl arrive just as the sun dips to the skyline, casting an orange glow across the faces of your fellow Hermits. 

Discussion flows freely as you regale one another with tales from the day. The series of events expressed by the group that took on the Woodland Mansion sets everyone into a fit of giggles, Gem blushing and smacking Impulse repeatedly after he discusses her lack of spacial awareness. You can already tell this will be a running gag, and poor Gem will be constantly fearful of things behind her for the coming weeks. 

It isn’t long until the group expands once more as the bickering voices of Mumbo, Grian, and Scar begin to fill the air surrounding the camp. 

“...if you had just seen the skeleton and taken it out in the first place, we wouldn’t have had to mine for 3 hours, Grian.” Mambo huffs faintly, voice barely traveling through the trees. 

“Oh sure, Mumbo, it’s all my fault I didn’t see a daylight skeleton take a shot at me before I was SHOT IN THE SHOULDER! My mistake, how silly of me.” Grian fires back, voice rife with sarcasm. Their squabbling reaches a fever pitch as they approach the fire, jostling for the first warm Giga Pie. 

“Oh my word, are you two still arguing over that stupid skeleton? That was hours ago!” Pearl questions. 

“It was hours ago. Imagine the day I’ve had!” Scar says with a huff, lifting the back of his tunic to comfortably flop down next to you as Mumbo and Grian settle into the empty log to your right. 

“No one said you had to stick around, Scar,” Grian interjects, mouth half full of pie. 

“Somebody had to keep you two safe! I’m not sure what was more of a threat to you both; rogue skeletons or one another!”

Grian sticks his tongue out at Scar, blowing a raspberry at him before turning to start a conversation with Ren. 

“I swear those two are turning me grey. Look, look, can you see any? Am I prematurely aging? It’s such a struggle taking care of toddlers all day.” Scar gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes possible as you giggle, looking up at him to spot a stray grey hair. 

Scar’s eyes catch yours as his face visibly softens. Your eyes travel across his face, taking in the specks of gold the glow of the campfire highlights in his green eyes. His hair, usually perfectly styled and cared for, has developed a wave during his day out, cascading down his shoulders and behind his ears. You admit you can’t see a grey hair among the bunch, but you were never really looking, if you're honest. Though lightly chapped from a hot spring day in the sun, his lips remain as enticing as ever, and your eyes feel forced to follow the scar that begins at his bottom lip and curves down, leading to the gloriously tempting expanse of his neck. You thank whatever deity brought about dusk as the dim light conceals the increasing beat of your heart and blushing face as your mind presents you with the visual of what Scar would look like under you, neck and throat arching to give you all the space you need to nip, bite and kiss every inch. 

“Well?”

“Hmm?” You’re aware you’ve made a noise, not entirely aware of what was asked. 

“Do you see anything? Any grey hair I should be worried about?” Scar asks, eyes shifting from earnestness to something you can’t pinpoint, but it’s more mischievous. 

“No.” You quickly respond. “Nothing grey at all. You look…fine. Good. Still…young?” You offer, unable to find a way to talk yourself out of the awkwardness. 

Scar laughs, tossing his head back to tempt you yet again. 

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever described me as young, but I’ll take it!” He exclaims. 

You share a warm smile, completely unaware that the Hermits around you are once again sharing that look, which only exists within the context of you and Scar. 

As conversation passes the time, the temperature slowly drops, and you find yourself wishing you had thought ahead to bring a sweater along. Scar notices your light shiver, asking if you’re feeling cold. Scar has nothing to offer you, his elven garb not structured to be shared, but before he can offer to grab you something or warm your arms with his hands, a hoodie is tossed directly into his face. 

“Oh geez. Sorry man didn’t mean to hit you with that. But if you’re cold over there, feel free to use it; I’m running a bit hot myself!” 

Thanking Ren for his kindness, you nab the hoodie from Scar’s lap and tug it over your head. Instantly you feel better, sighing as you shiver in the fabric. Scar tenses next to you, and you allow yourself one minute to daydream that he’s jealous. You seriously doubt the possibility, but for a moment, the thought of Scar being envious that you’re not wearing his sweater warms you up in a way the sweater will never be able to. While you pontificate over Scar’s imagined jealousy, Grian has again gotten up to cause some mischief. While discussing his nether adventures to the others, including a tale about a Wither fight, he retrieves some soul sand from his inventory, setting it up as though he is moments from summoning the deadly creature. 

“Oi, Grian! Not all of us have a death wish, love. Keep your withering to yourself, mate!” Stress cackles, grabbing at Iskall’s shoulders to use him as a human shield. 

“Don’t worry, everyone; I promise I won’t summon a Wither. It’s too early in the season.”

Several sighs of relief pass over the camp, lasting five seconds until Grian speaks again. 

“This is much, much worse.”

Without a second to react, Grian places three heads on top of the formation, and several Hermits, you included, duck down in fear of what hellish idea Grian has unleashed. Scar tucks you under his arm in anticipation, turning to be ready to position himself in front of you if need be. Luckily nothing happens; no fire, no dreaded fear. Looking up, you indeed see three heads on top of the soul sand—three Scar heads, to be exact. 

“TA-DA!” Grian yells, cackling. “The fearsome Scarther!” 

“Hey now!” Scar yells, laughing as he does so. “Is that why you two kept killing me?!”

“Not at all,” Mumbo adds through his own belts of laughter, “but I must say this is a pleasant turn of events.”

“What’s the Scarther’s attack?” Cub asks, leaning back onto the grass behind him. “Will we wake up to a house full of cats in the morning?”

“The dream!” Pearl exclaims with a wistful sigh. 

“No, my friends, it’s far worst than that. When the Scarther reaches its full potential, it will unleash the deadliest and single most annoying attack in history.” Grian pauses for a moment, reveling in the dramatic quiet. “It shows up while you’re asleep, takes all your items, and creates a chest monster, so unruly, so unbearable to conquer; you eventually have to abandon your base and move to escape.”

“Noooooo!” Ren yells.

“Anything but that!” Tango wails, grabbing onto Impulse for support. 

“How dastardly!” Gem adds, hiding her face behind her hand to control the giggles.

“Aw, c’mon guys, it’s not THAT bad! I’ve managed it for years!” 

The group boo’s at Scar before laughter takes complete control. You elbow him in the side as the group pulls themselves back together. It’s ridiculous to imagine Scar, the kindest, most thoughtful person you know, having any commonality with a Wither. 

“Better stay ahead of your chest monsters this season, pretty boy. Otherwise, everyone here will be on the lookout for BadTimesWithScar to make an appearance.”

Scar looks down at you, catching your gaze and holding it. It’s truthfully annoying how much power he wields over you with just a glance, just a quick minute of eye contact. You’re sure he could convince you to do anything, and you wouldn’t bother resisting if he’s looking at you like this. His smirk reaches his eyes, one side of his mouth curling dramatically. You’d think he was a cartoon villain if he wasn’t so damn attractive. 

“Well, we couldn’t have that, could we?” Scar asks rhetorically. You’re not sure if he has purposefully dropped his voice a few octaves or if it’s a side effect of the smokiness surrounding you, but something in the air feels different. Somehow, something feels dangerous. 

Scar brakes his gaze as he notices the others begin to collect their belongings, heading out for the night. You do the same and begin to remove Ren’s sweater before he tells you to keep it for the walk home. He’ll be around anytime you want to exchange the sweater for some Giga Pies. As people peel off into groups to head to their homes, Scar waves for Grian and Mumbo to go ahead. They send him a look, knowing exactly what he’s waiting around for, and he sends one back, communicating silently. 

Turning to head down the path that leads to your humble starter base, you find Scar standing, waiting to escort you home. 

“Scar! You don’t have to wait for me! I can make it back just fine.” You plead, not wanting to feel like a burden to him. 

“Oh, I know you’re more than capable, but any good elf worth their cookies knows there’s safety in numbers!” 

The joyful, honest look on Scar’s face is more than you can bear. You scoff but ultimately sidle up to Scar, slipping your arm through his outstretched one and allowing him to lead you up the path to your home. 

As you and Scar turn down the dirt path, the moon crests over the tallest mountain ridge at spawn. The illumination from the moon rains down upon the area, casting everything in a gorgeous other-worldly glow. Light tendrils of smoke begin to rise as the moonlight touches upon the Scarwither, a low sizzle permeating the air. It’s impossible to tell if it’s the soul sand or the extinguished fire producing the noise, but the Scarwither evaporates into a mist within minutes. As if it was sentient, the mist begins floating through the air as if looking for something. A host.