#bdubs fluff

[itsonlydana]

"sleeping in// getting thrown out of bed" ➷ BdoubleO100

➛ pairing: c!bdubs x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: getting to enjoy a long, slow morning in bed with Bdubs is something very rare and you pressure every minute of it- until the two roommates inhabiting the monolith decide to end your cuddle session

➛ word count: 2,4k

➛ tags/warnings: none, pure fluff, + Etho & Ren

➛ an: after the new hermitcraft episode from bdubs I couldn't get this idea out of my head and I had to write it! I have no idea if I got his character correct since it's my first time writing him so I would love some feedback!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

Mornings and getting up were a touchy subject in your relationship with Bdubs. Especially in the beginning, you could hardly spend a night together without starting the morning with moans and complaints about the early hours, because while you loved to stay between the sheets and start the day slowly at noon, your partner was quite different. Even before the sun stretched its warm rays through the windows of the monolith, Bdubs was up and out, preferring to stand in the still dew-covered grass as early as possible and continue his work on his latest project. 

It was hard for the builder to get used to a new routine, he was used to being able to plan his own day and not having to follow someone else's schedule, but now not only was he sleeping in his bed, but he was sharing it with you. After you got together, you were hesitant to go along with your now partner's desire to move in with him, but you knew his sleeping habits - the whole server knew how serious Bdubs was about going to bed early and getting up even earlier. The first sleepover wasn't even planned as such, the strenuous work in the community and an adventure with Gem, Impulse and Perl in the depths of the earth had taken a lot out of you and your energy, it was far too hard to fight your worries about sleeping in a bed with Bdubs when it was oh so tempting to let him pull you up to his bedroom and fall onto the mattress. That night, snuggled together with Bdubs face pressed into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around you, had decided it for both of you and the very next morning you had moved in with your shulker boxes packed to the brims. 

You had never looked back. 

It was the chirping of birds right at the window what slowly pulled you out of your dreams, the cheerful especially loud singing. With a deep breath you filled lungs and nose with fresh morning air and as your nose was pressed against your partner's temple, also with the familiar smell of moss, birch trees and all that was Bdubs. The sheets rustled as you turned your body slightly to get closer to the warm body again, still deep in sleep. 

Your bed wasn't exactly big, even if you might expect it to be from a man obsessed with sound sleep, like Bdubs. It barely fit in a window alcove on the top floor of the monolith, a small bed with a soft gray blanket that you pulled higher. Sleeping together as a couple in this bed was also only a good idea if you liked each other very much, because it didn't leave much room for double solitude. 

Fortunately, you liked Bdubs very much, and he liked you too. 

So it was no wonder that you slept in the same position every night, despite the temperature: You with the cool diorite wall in your back, Bdubs snuggled up against you face-first, his head nestled under your chin, one arm draped over you and the other flat against your chest, right over your heart. The blanket was usually so high that only his brown mop of hair peeked out, and you wondered every time how he got air under it.

His breath hit your neck hot, steady and completely relaxed, his lips slightly open and placed against your pulse. Short but noticeable stubble scratched your neck, and with each of his minimal movements, like the slipping of his hand from your shoulder blades lower down your back or his bent leg resting over yours, he sighed lightly in his sleep. 

Waking up before Bdubs was almost as rare as days when you generally woke up in bed together. Lately they happened more often, because the long days of work when it came to building, as well as his always ready attitude for any task King Ren (or the roommate one floor above you) had for your partner usually exhausted Bdubs to the point where he hummed a "let's sleep in" in the evening before you scurried under the covers.

You turned your head on the pillow filled with feathers to the window, from whose board the bird, which had served as an alarm clock for you today, had disappeared. The sky was a bright blue, not a single cloud to be seen. Instead, a few shadows of Hermits were hissing around in the air, all already working, shopping, or planning nonsense-just as you knew your friends must be. 

You were lucky you weren't awakened by the Warden's bellowing in Etho's house.... Bdub's cellar... a prank of Impulse that affected all the inhabitants of the monolith, none of whom had any idea how to get rid of the terrifying creature and the walls. You clearly preferred the birdsong to the sonic screech.

"Mmm."

You felt Bdubs wake up, his previously loose arms and legs tensing as he stretched, muttering to himself, the tips of his toes peeking out from under the covers on the other side and wiggling around.

With a yawn still full of sleep and pure contentment, he lifted his head, eyes closed and lips pressed into a smile. 

"Good morning, Boo." you softly spoke the first words of the day. 

Bdubs yawned loudly again before reaching up to breathe a kiss on your cheek. "Mornin' sweetheart," he murmured in his morning voice that always made you feel warm all over. It was noticeably deeper and darker, and Bdubs knew exactly how much you loved it. For that very reason, he sat up a little so that his lips could brush over your ear. "You've been awake long?" he asked, as he spread light kisses on your forehead. 

You responded with a nod, too absorbed in your partner's caresses to formulate words. Bdubs was not shy when it came to showing his love and affection, no matter when or where you were. There were kisses on the cheek at work, walks around the neighborhood hand in hand, and then there were the moments when he suddenly burst into loud love songs that would make opera singers fall over with envy. Your favorite moments were the private endearments, like slow mornings in bed, dancing in the kitchen, or when he watched you brew potions and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He thought of new ways to show you how much he loved you every day, and that's why you fell for him harder and harder.

"What are we going to do today anyway?", Bdubs asked, laying back down with you, this time putting his arm around you.

"Do you have something planned?", you snuggled into his side, resting your head against his chest.

"King Ren would like some advice on his quest for the reclamation of the diamonds, I suspect by late afternoon." Humming, Bdubs placed his lips on yours, "I'm free until then" he murmured, and sighing, you surrendered to the kiss.

Bdubs kissed you as he did everything: with full commitment. 

He kissed you decisively and deeply, lips slightly parted, while his hands ran over your shoulders up to your chin and gently gripped your cheeks. 

You parted after a while, lips puffy and twisted into satisfied smiles as you got comfortable again.

"I'm supposed to help Etho with the Warden problem later".

Bdub's eyes looked worried at your plans for the day. "Why do you have to help Etho with the Warden? He's got himself into this one! Can't he invent some redstone nonsense to make the thing disappear back into the depths? Do you have to risk your life on that?"  

"Bdubs-"

"I'm going to have to have a word with Etho- a stern serious word, as the owner of this monolith, that this is not going to continue! If he wants a pet, let him get a cat, but a Warden? I should have had him sign a contract-"

"Bdubs!" Shouting a little louder, you interrupted Bdubs grumbling and rambling and shook your head in disbelief, "Etho didn't put the Warden in his walls for fun, that was Impulse. Besides, he already has an idea of how to get rid of the thing, I'm just an assist in luring it through the portal"

Surprisingly, Bdubs wasn't really convinced by your reassuring words, but he was also always worried about your well-being and apparently luring a Warden wasn't really what he wanted to hear. 

He pursed his lips, deep in thought as to whether it was worth discussing it with you if you were going to end up doing whatever you felt like anyway. He didn't want to tell you not to, you were your own person after all. 

All these thoughts and reflections played out on his face like a movie, the furrowed brows and fixed gaze were something you could read like a book by now. A simple book, a picture book, where you didn't even have to read much - Bdubs was easier to read than anyone you knew, although he always tried to seem mystical and unpredictable. 

That's exactly why you knew how to get him off his sulk. 

You pressed closer to him, leaning your head against his tanned, warm chest, and looked deep into his eyes. "I'll take care of myself, all right. I'm big and strong, remember?" you said.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling at the theatrical, long and audible exhale. "Do you promise?" he asked softly. There was seriousness in his gaze, deep concern because of the known information about the Warden's strength. 

"I promise," you pronounced both words seriously, then grinned again, "But sweet that you want to have a serious word with Etho for me." 

"Don't you believe me?", Bdubs pushed his shoulders back to appear broader "Am I not big and strong like you?"

As soon as you snorted, Bdubs muttered a "That's it" and flipped you over so he could lean over you. His dark hair fell down like a curtain and laughing you ran your hands through the soft short strands. Bdub's hands wandered over your sides, tickling you here and there, dancing over your skin like the strings of a guitar, and like a musician he listened to your laughter as if it were his most beautiful composition. 

The sun shone warmly through the window, falling on you and making Bdub's dark eyes shine. The sheets rustled under your squirming, attempts to escape his tickling, and your laughter echoed loud and free in the silence of the monolith, because the morning is yours and yours alone.

Until a deafening crash drowned it all out. The walls seemed to vibrate under the all-silencing sound and a flower pot fell from a windowsill somewhere and shattered into thousands of shards outside. 

Immediately you and Bdubs had jumped up, he in front of you with his chest lowering and heaving heavily, you behind, your hands clasped with his. 

"What was that?" you whispered, but Bdubs couldn't give you an answer.

It wasn't a second before footsteps were heard. Loud and rumbling, they came running up the stairs of the tower, until suddenly Etho was standing in your bedroom. His white hair was tied in a long braid and he looked from Bdubs to you and back to Bdubs. 

"Oh man, put some clothes on!" he exclaimed, which jolted Bdubs out of his state of shock.

"That's outrageous!", Bdubs started to rant "You, YOU"- he took a few steps towards the intruder and pressed his index finger against the green vest he was wearing "You're just a roomie in my basement! You have no rights to my clothes, how and if I wear them, because only I have that"

Etho's gaze shifted to you, still behind Bdubs but noticeably more relaxed, and you shrugged. 

"Can you tell me what that horrendous crash? I bet it was your fault, wasn't it you troublemaker?", Bdubs continued to grumble, and he could have talked for ages if you hadn't put your hands on his back and stepped up beside him.

"Let the man explain himself.", Etho was already smiling gratefully, then you became more serious again, "Because I'd also like to know what just swept one of my flowers off the board"

"Well, I guess the Warden has spent long enough behind the wall and I believe he wants to scout the area very soon. If you still want to help we should get going now" the usually calm man sputtered out and already at his statement you had reached for your armor that was lying on the floor and were about to slip into the breastplate when Bdub's arms wrapped around you.

"Please take care of yourself, okay?"

"Of course" Encouragingly you smiled at him and turned so he could tie the cords on the sides of the breastplate. Nimbly, his hands work the ties into a tight knot that secured the armor and kept it from slipping off.

As if the sudden chaos wasn't enough, a voice sounded from outside:

"Didn't we say we were cleaning up the server? What is this garbage of broken flowerpot? BDUBS? ARE YOU THERE?" you heard King Ren and now it was Bdubs who was hastily grabbing his things. 

Hectically, he threw on the green moss sweater that had been hanging on the bedpost until now and snatched his Elytra from the small closet next to the stairs. 

It was almost ironic how quickly your quiet two-on-two morning had turned. A moment you sometimes longed for for days, gone again within minutes and yet not forgotten.

In haste and practiced handles, you were ready for the adventures of the day, through which you would fight with the memories of gentle kisses and togetherness, to be together again as soon as possible. 

Before saying goodbye, Bdubs, now fully dressed in shiny shoes, his familiar sweater and elytra, and a bag full of rockets, pulled you into a heartfelt final kiss. "See you tonight. I love you," he murmured, for as much as he showed his affection in public, those words, that promise, was just for you. 

"I love you too," you whispered back and already you were following Etho down the stairs, two steps at a time and all you could hear was the hiss of the rockets. 

You could hardly wait for the evening.

#hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft fluff #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x you #bdoubleo x reader #bdoubleo x you #bdoubleo100 fluff #bdoubleo fluff #bdubs fluff #bdubs fanfiction #hermitcraft writing #hermitcraft imagine

[ghosted-jazz]

Oh no- they’re domestic

#MY WEAKNESS!! DOMESTIC FLUFF! #double life smp #impulsesv #bdouble0 #skizzleman #Impulse knew what he was doing playing that soft music when he and bdubs were doing work around the house AND IMMMM NOT READY #Skizz isn't in dlsmp because hes too busy planning all these weddings #Also if Skizz was in dlsmp and he didn't get Impulse as his soulmate im sorry but that'll be a crime. they share hearts all the time already #my art

[daily-ethoslab]

[591] ethubs fusion idk what’s with him… simultaneously the coolest but also the most pathetic person ever imo

#etho #ethoslab #etho fanart #ethoslab fanart #I wanted to do more maybe I’ll have a tag for this #ethubs #<- for the ethubs girlies #this is baced on my designs of them #the bdubs moss cape + etho sweater fluff #to make fluff cape #they have similar pants and bdubs doesn’t wear shoes to me #bdubs wearing the head + etho wearing it as a hair tie #ethubs uses it as a hair pusher back #idk lol

[birrdies]

run its course (1,456 words) - a brief drabble inspired by this fanart by @murkybu . it's absolutely lovely and i fell in love with the atmosphere, so i just had to write something for it!

The horse had been the one to run the race, yet somehow it’s Bdubs who is out of breath by the end of it. Palms sweaty, he grapples for a solid grip on the reins as he leads his horse through the final lap. He’s on Etho’s tail— really it’s an incredibly close gap— as he crosses the finish line. A joyful string of notes plays from somewhere underground as soon as Etho’s horse crosses the threshold. Another display of Etho’s handiwork. Had Bdubs loaded the dispenser like he was supposed to, fireworks would have erupted from the ground in a victorious flurry. 

Not Bdubs’ victory, of course, but it still somehow tastes just as sweet. 

It’s sweet, because the sun starts to sink. Not enough for night to fall and send Bdubs searching for the nearest bed, but the low-kind that bathes the rolling hills of the horse course and the crest of Etho’s cheek in gold. The kind that catches Etho's hair like it’s freshly fallen snow. It’s sweet, because Etho circles his horse around, eyes scrunched in a big grin and— Bdubs horse whinnies as it pulls to a stop beside Etho’s. 

“Fell a bit behind there, huh, Bdubs?” Etho taunts, somehow sounding as equally breathless as Bdubs feels. Oh, how he’s absolutely loving this victory.  And how Bdubs is loving that he’s loving it. He scoffs. “I was right on your tail. Don’t even try it!” Etho laughs, the deep kind that starts low in his chest before he hiccups it back up. “Oh yeah? Ok, whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, buddy.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Bdubs laughs, despite himself. “You’re that full of yourself?”

“A little bit, yeah.” Etho tilts his head to the side, his horse shifting to close what little gap remained between them. “I totally lapped you.”

The sun hits the back of Etho’s head, streaming around him in a blinding halo. Bdubs has to lift a hand to block the rays and steal a better look at his friend. He’s smiling, underneath his mask, the skin around his eyes creased and his face looking softer than Bdubs ever remembers it looking. He knows that isn’t true; they’ve known each other for years after all, but time takes its toll on them as it does everyone else.

Though in the golden hour with the green hills of the horse course as his backdrop, riding off the high of his unearned victory, Etho looks timeless. 

So, yes, maybe Bdubs is okay with the fact that Etho beat him. Which says a lot, honestly. He hates to lose, but he’s not a sore loser either. Hell, he basically handed that victory over to Etho on a silver platter. A favor. How could he have denied Etho, a dear friend, of such a gift? It’s only the right thing to do.

“Race me again if you’re so confident,” Bdubs insists with a crooked smile. He curls his fists in the reins, his horse bucking its head back in protest. “You’ll come crawling back crying like a baby!” Etho chuckles again (Bdubs would stay out here all night to hear it over and over again). He rakes his fingers through his horse’s stark mane, detangling it gently with his fingers. “Don’t be mean, you gotta think of the horses! What if they’re tired?” “Sounds to me like you’re just scared.” Bdubs raises his eyebrows, brightens his grin.  Etho looks at him for a moment before turning his gaze down, eyes still scrunched in some kind of private half-smile that’s usually only reserved for Bdubs. “Maybe,” he relents, but Bdubs knows its just to appease him. It always is. 

Bdubs tries not to let it go to his head. 

They don’t need to say anything else. Etho leads the way, directing his horse towards the course’s stables. It’s a small set up, a few pens large enough to house the best racing horses. Etho slides from the saddle and leads his horse the rest of the way by a hand on its reins. Bdubs follows after him, doing the same with his own horse.

Etho corrals his horse back into its pen, softly coaxing it under his breath. Once it’s settled inside, breathing hard and obviously tired, Etho unbuckles its saddle and pulls away the riding blanket, folding both over the fence gates.  

“That’s it,” Etho whispers, offering his open hand. The horse palms its head into his hand, chuffing under its breath. “Good girl.” 

Bdubs chuckles and unsaddles his own horse, idly petting its flank.

“Hand me that curry comb?” Etho says. 

Bdubs grabs the bag of grooming equipment by his feet. Wordlessly, he hands Etho the comb and watches him work, only barely paying attention to his own horse as he peels the headpiece away and hangs it on a peg in the wood paneling.

Etho grooms his horse with precision and care, as he does a lot of things when he thinks people aren’t looking. Bdubs knows because he’s almost always looking. Not because he has anything he’s particularly looking for, but rather because he knows he’ll find something worthwhile if he doesn’t dare to look away. Maybe something embarrassing that he can use against Etho later to embarrass him. Or he thinks maybe it’s for the little gentle moments like this; if he allows himself to get sappy about it.  Blame it on the horse course. Nostalgia is far more powerful than he cares to admit. 

Bdubs picks up a second comb and tends to his own horse, copying Etho’s movements and pretending they aren't his own— pretending he hadn’t taught Etho how to do it.

“Can’t believe we finally finished a project,” he says after a moment. Speaking of nostalgia. 

Etho doesn’t look at him, but Bdubs can hear his hesitation. “It’s been a long time coming.” Then, Bdubs hears the smile in his voice— sees it when Etho turns his face toward him. “Guess we broke the curse after-all. It’s a lot more fun than I remember.” 

There’s nothing inherently exciting about all of it: a pair of old friends at a new haunt. But it’s a starting point, a simple pleasure Bdubs is eager to indulge in. It’s just them, and for Bdubs that’s okay. Even if he’s lost, even if Etho’s as coy and teasing as he always is. Especially if. He wouldn’t have Etho any other way. 

Bdubs steps away from his horse and fetches a few bundles of wheat to feed them. He moves  beside Etho and places them in his hand. Etho glances at him, perplexed. His cheeks are red; lasting effects of an afternoon spent in the sun. Bdubs clears his throat and takes Etho’s hand in his. “What? All this time riding and you never learned how to feed a horse before?” Bdubs shakes his head. “Do I really have to show you everything?” 

Etho doesn’t answer, but Bdubs is sure he’s done this before. He knows how to feed a horse— he has to. But Bdubs will look for any excuse to tease Etho, to invade his personal space. And maybe Etho will accept any chance to let him.  So he lets Bdubs flatten his palm and press his fingers together. Then, he sets the wheat on it, using a grip on Etho’s wrist to guide it to the horse’s mouth. Etho flinches when it eats right out of his hand. 

Bdubs snickers. “Gotta keep your fingers together. Like this,” he says, displaying the proper technique with his own hand. Because if he doesn’t teach Etho how to do it, no one else will. “Or else they’ll bite your stupid fingers off.” “Right,” Etho sighs. “I kinda need those.”

“It’d suck if you lost ‘em all before you finished your… redstone junk. Whatever science experiment you’re working on.” Bdubs feeds his own horse, never taking his teasing eye off of Etho. “Got any crazy ideas brewing?” He asks because he knows it’s one of few things to get Etho to start talking. It works, because it always works; though the certainty of it hasn’t made it any less novel for Bdubs. He lets Etho talk his ear off (about redstone, about alien architecture, about the dolphin highway circling his base), because Etho doesn’t always talk a lot but he always seems to be talking around Bdubs. And he fully intends on abusing this power. 

He could demand another rematch. He could flaunt Etho’s fake-victory over his head, like taking candy from a baby. Because really Etho is incredibly easy to tease and taunt. But it’s peaceful here. In the sunset, in the horse course. A rematch can wait. 

He’ll beat him next time.

#its nothing special but i had to do it #this might be the only fluff you ever get from me #ethoslab #etho #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethdubs fic #ethubs fic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #it's not intended to be hermitshipping #but you can interpret it however you want #birdie writes #ethubs #ethdubs

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Too Good To Be True

Oneshot King!Ren x reader Contains: Fluff, Angst, some Yandere tendancies -------------------------------

You find yourself smiling as you haul the last of your things through the door of the Crastle. It's been so long since you agreed to move in. It feels so good to finally do so.

You remember how apprehensive you were at first, unsure of the King's intentions, but he remained sweet to you, kind. He agreed to give you all manner of creative freedoms inside his home. His castle.

Bdubs hadn't been overly fond of the idea, of course. Could you really blame him? No. But he has always been strange to you, cold. As if he doesn't want to acknowledge what you and Ren have going on.. or you at all really. Not since Ren became King anyway.

You turn with a smile, dusting off your hands. Your friend and former roommate does not share your enthusiasm.

Doc has a deep scowl on his face, something has ticked him off but you're not sure what. And he hasn't helped in explaining.

"I wish you wouldn't do this" he mumbles. "I'll come visit, don't you worry." You go in for a hug but someone clearing their throat behind you causes you to pause.

"Welcome home." Ren beams as you turn, taking full advantage of your desire to hug someone. You can hear Doc mumble something else, but you don't quite catch it.

"B-Double-O!" Ren shouts as he pulls out of the hug. Quick as a strike of lightning, Bdubs appears at Rens side.

"Ah, there you are." The king grins. "I need you to carry these bags and show my dearest their room." Bdubs nods and bows, "well of course, follow me." The smaller man says all too enthusiastically.

You give Doc a hug before you go, he whispers "be careful, you know where I am if you need me to come get you" and that's that. Off with Bdubs you go, leaving the two former friends to chat.. hopefully.

Bdubs leads you through long, well decorated corridors, rooms filled with all manner of trophies and collectibles and all sorts of back rooms. It's amazing what most people don't get to see of this castle, and now you get to call it your home.

The deeper you go the more the grand feeling starts to fade away. Rooms seem to be unfinished or just don't seem to have any effort put into them. The colours become dull, metal unpolished. It's not perfect and pristine anymore. In fact it's the complete opposite of the throne room, of any of the castle available to the public. Then you turn a corner.

"Here we are." Bdubs says, dropping your luggage in front of a large wooden door. It all looks very out of place, the ornate carvings decorating the panel, the handle is shiny and bright. It feels like you're back in the castle entrance, even though you've just seen for yourself that that's an illusion.

Bdubs unlocks the door and opens it, revealing a large, circular room. You enter first at his request, a smile falling upon your lips as you look around.

The room is big, finely decorated, the ceiling is high in the center of the room, and a diamond chandelier hangs there. Around the edge of the room a kind of second floor exists, it wraps around the whole outside wall.

You can see half of the room up there is bookshelves, practically overflowing with books. Opposite that there is a large window, not that you can see where it looks quite yet.

It's a nice room, no one can deny that, but it seems.. off now. There's a feeling in your stomach telling you that maybe it all means something. It's probably just the nerves of moving.

You lie on the large bed, listening as Bdubs brings all your things into the room. "That's all your things, I'll leave you to sort it all out." He says. You nod, well, as much as you can nod while laid down.

You hear the door close and let out a deep breath. Everything will be fine once you're settled in. That starts with unpacking.

Unpack you do, finding homes for each of your things. You discover things about the room while you do, for example when it was painted no one bothered to move the furniture so its all just a facade hiding windows into what the room really is.

Once all your things have a home you move on to what you should do next. This is a new place, perhaps you ought to find out what other secrets it holds.

You walk over to the door, reaching out and taking ahold of the ornate copper handle. But it doesn't turn.

You try again. Nothing.

The door rattles as you shake the handle, but it doesn't open. Bdubs must have locked you in by accident.

You pull out your communicator only to find there isn't any signal for it to work. It looks like you'll have to wait for someone to come find you.

You busy yourself with the room itself, flicking through books and tracing ornate patterns on the furniture with your fingers. The time stuck in the room gives you a chance to see all the potential the room has to keep you busy, to be your own space.

"Hey baby." You stop what you're doing, almost tackling Ren in a hug. "I'm so glad to see your face." You grin. "Get used to it, you live here now." He winks, "what do you think of the room?"

"It's nice, feels too good to be true." You let out a small laugh, the corners of the King's lips twitching as you do. "Well it is true. You're here to stay now, forever."

"So what else is there to do in this castle then?" You ask him. "Are you bored of this room already? I thought you just said it's nice." Ren frowns now.

"It is nice, I just-" "Bdubs and I put a lot of work into making this the perfect space for you." You nod, looking around as Ren does. There has been a lot of effort put into this room, maybe you should show some more appreciation for it.

"It is a nice room." You mumble. "I'm glad you think so," Ren smiles again now, "you won't mind waiting in here for a bit would you?" You shake your head no.

"Great, well.. I'll see you soon then!" Ren squeezes you tight, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him. Then the lock clicks.

You wait a second before moving over to the door, attempting to open it. Neither twisting or pulling the handle works to open the ornate wooden barricade. It doesn't budge, not one bit.

You groan, leaning against the door as if that's going to change the fact it's locked.

With a sigh you drag yourself across the room to the window. But you don't have a view you can enjoy, no.

Right there is the edge of the perimeter, Doc's baby. Your baby. Your home. Your real home.

Doc was right to be skeptical of the king, but Ren won you over with gifts and fancy words. The promise you'd get to live in a castle, be a royal.

You do live in a castle, and you may get to wear a crown one day. But for the time being it seems you are nothing but a prisoner.

#hermitcraft x reader #rendog x reader #king!ren x reader #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitcraft season 9 #ren x reader #ren #rendog #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #angst #fluff #doc #docm77 #crastle

[moonpawowo]

Don’t mind me, just giving a totally not fruity Headcanon about Etho and BDubs. Can be taken either platonic or romantic.

The moss cloak BDubs wears is HUGE, and once Etho took it as a joke, but upon doing so, realized just how comfortable it was. So now he’d steal it just to wear it, and BDubs can’t to anything about it because the sight is actually adorable. Plus he’s too short-

Yes I will draw this, you cannot stop me.

#ethoslab #etho <3 #bdubs my beloved #bdubs tag #etho tag #hermitcraft etho #ethubs #hermitcraft headcanons #headcanons #fluff

[thatonewatercat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Booko | BdoubleO100 & EthosLab Characters: EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF), John Booko | BdoubleO100 Additional Tags: Bdubs hates laundry, etho helps, second meetings, Alternate Universe - College/University, Bdubs hates the machines because i hate the machines, etho is a hopeless romantic, Fluff, College AU, They watch Grumpy Cat's worst Christmas Series: Part 2 of The College Chronicals Summary:

Bdubs was incredibly good at life! he got a project done, turned it in for the group, ate real food, and talked to a friend! and sure, he hadn't left his building the entire day, and he was maybe procrastinating the final bit of an assignment, but he has plenty of time, and it was fine!

Speaking of procrastination, he had another chore on his list to do... laundry. ugh. oh, and they just updated the instructions on how to start and use the machines, and it involving downloading an app, and making an account, and the wifi was shitty- UGH.

at least the cute boy that helped him cook is here to help. (part of a series but can be read separately)

#etho #bdubs #college au #ethubs #slice of life #writing #hermitcraft #fluff

[not-so-anonymous-scotch]

Please can i request a sleepy ethubs drabble?

well. this is certainly not the length of a drabble, oops. got carried away. but hey under 1k? thats an achievement for me.

Aroma gen/fluff, 896 words

Typically, Bdubs wouldn't find himself in this situation. He always slept, so of course he wasn't often tired- but sometimes things just slip when you're focused. So much so that he pushed past sleeping the night away if someone else was online to do it. He'd stop and stretch, give himself a moment, then move right back on to building. It was exciting enough he barely realized how exhausted he was getting after all these hours. Bdubs eyes were sore each time he blinked, and that mossy cloak was feeling more and more like a comfortable blanket anytime his mind drifted for a little too long.

But as the sun started to set once more and night crept in, the sun failed to rise with the convenience of someone filling his role. Just another block or two, is what he was thinking. Still, someone noticed...

<docm77>: can someone sleep

<Etho>: bdubs?

The faint whine of a rocket could be heard not far off, but in Bdubs' daze he didn't catch it until Etho's feet hit the ground not far from the expansive build he'd been working on. Bdubs was slow to turn though, processing his friends' presence a few seconds later.

“...Bdubs? What're you up to?” It wasn't a huge deal Bdubs looked busy but, not sleeping was... a surprise.

Bdubs still took a moment before stopping, supplies in hand. “What does it look like?” There was some kind of jest to his tone, but it was dragged down by his exhaustion.

[ continued under cut ]

“Well you know its night time, right?” Etho stepped up a little closer, looking up at Bdubs who knelt on the wall he was building.

“Yeah- yeah, I just- I'm busy.” He quickly looked back to his work. “Go ahead 'n sleep for me, will ya?”

Etho was quiet for a moment, tilting his head as he watched Bdubs start up again. In the darkening world, he spotted little sprouts of white flowers blooming on that dark mossy cape.

“Um, I think maybe you should sleep instead. You've been going at this for a while...” Etho starts, “You can stop, you know.”

Bdubs inhaled and exhaled with a sigh- the urge to close his eyes growing worse as the sweet smell of the flowers over his shoulders lured him closer to sleeping. The small blooms of jasmine did nothing to help him on his trek to finish this build in one sitting.

He had to hold himself up with quite some force in order to avoid falling forward. “Oh don't worry 'bout me. I'm almost done here.” Bdubs waved, leaning over the walls as he looked at Etho.

There was a slight cringe as Etho watched his friend sit so unevenly up there, clearly on the edge of dozing off- and falling off. “Bdubs, you're going to die up there first before you even finish if you don't sleep.”

It was a bit too much to argue at this point, as every moment to think about it made Bdubs space out as he grappled with the tiredness that gripped him. Each breath in relaxed him further, breathing in the aroma of the flowers growing from the moss on his back.

“I'm fine- I'll just rest up here if i need to...” Bdubs trailed off as he sat there up on the wall, holding in a yawn. He was leaning on his hand as he looked down at Etho, eyes half lidded and doing nothing to stop himself from looking so tired. His eyes were definitely closing.

Etho rubbed the back of his head. Bdubs was certainly not going to sleep up there. He'd fall flat on his face. By the time Etho stepped up some makeshift dirt stairs, Bdubs was only moments away from fully giving in. The flowers upon his cape crawled onto the ruins he worked on now too, roots trying to dig into the cracks right before Etho's eyes.

“Okay- you need to lay down. Not up here though.” With that, Etho scooped him up.

“Hey- hey.. I- I don't need you to carry me.” Bdubs muttered out quickly, but had no strength to struggle out of his grasp. He was determined to not fall asleep in Etho's arms, even if each waking moment made it harder to do.

When Etho was a few steps away from the walls, Bdubs shifted.

“Okay, you got me down so just... put set me down here, alright?” He rubbed his face with his hands, already leaning away from Etho with what energy he had left. “Jus'... right here, I gotta get back to building...”

“Your tower isn't far, I'll just take you-” Etho started, but was interrupted by Bdubs pushing away again.

“No, no, no- I'm sleeping right here- I'll be fine.” Bdubs' tiredly patted Etho on the cheek, voice becoming more lazy as tiredness took over. “Don't worry 'bout me cutiepie... if there's one thing I'm good at, it's sleeping.”

Etho rolled his eyes. He couldn't really stop him, and leaned down to let Bdubs crawl out of his grasp. Etho sat down next to the other, watching Bdubs become a lump under his mossy cloak when he pulled it closer. It only took a moment for him to be completely out, leaving Etho to sit and watch while the sun slowly rose, and the flowers on his cloak waved with the breeze.

#Anonymous #drabble #request #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #etho #hermitfic #hermitshipping #ethubs #hermitcraft #fluff

[cha0s-1]

Pls- i kept thinking about an au where after scott rejected pearl, pearl went to impulse and bdubs, sobbing.

So they comfort her, and asked what happened. After Pearl told what happened, they both looked at each other and started whispering [they were discussing something].

Few moments later, they nodded their heads and looked at pearl.

"Hey uhm pearl, would you like us to uh..." impulse looked at bdubs "..adopt you?"

"What?"

"Y'know- you seem a little lonley, so why not be apart of the family?"

"You're adopting me as a..?"

"Child- well you're not a child, but you get what we meant"

"Sure let's try it out!"

And then boom, impdubs (BDOUBLEPULSE) and their upside down daughter

[Feel free to use this concept!//if you do, pls tell me! I'll be more than happy to see your work!]

#dlsmp #dl smp #doublelife #double life smp #double life #double life pearl #double life bdubs #double life impulse #imagine tho #PLS THEY'D BE A PERFECT FAMILY #MORE FLUFF MATERIAL #BdoubleO #impulsesv #pearlacentmoon #HSHEHS AUS #I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN #Impdubs #bdoublepulse #Impdubs and their australian daughter! #double life au #BEHEHEHDGGD #Au

[crunchystarz]

Silly guys[ they 100% forced cleo to read them a bedtime story]

Not the best of my work but whatever

#crunchystarz #the clockers #limited life #lmlsmp #goodtimeswithscar #zombie cleo #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #traffic life #trafficblr #24life #i love this trio sm you have no idea #drawing fluff bc angsty shit makes me cry enough is enough #pls ignore how funky scar looks shhh

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Treats from a crow

:0 oh my!! Thank you so much!! I hope a silly little fic drabble will do!!

The sounds of a women screaming echoed in the room, the TV up after more then necessary. The jump scare cause bdubs to let out a squeal of surprise matching the actors. He wanted to look away, yet he couldn't. His eyes locked on the screen.

Etho and cleo snickered on either side of him. Cleo watching the movie with a sense of bordem as etho seems more focused on the other two.

"Remind me why you wanted to watch this?" Cleo asked with a laugh, looking at the slightly shaking bdubs. Hands clamped around the blankets on their bed. Reaching behind him to grab a pillow to wrap around, eyes locked on the screen.

"I!! well!! It's halloween!! Everyone watches scary movies on halloween!!" He shouted just a little too loud, etho huffing a laugh as he wraps an arm around bdubs waist

"You better not wake us up from a nightmare" he huffs again, bdubs making sounds of which would not be understood, clearly supposed to be words, but more of just huffing and puffing. He shoots both cleo and etho glares.

He then shudders in disgust as the women's hand gets cuff off. Letting out almost a gagging sound as cleo seems suddenly more interested to the gore. Etho still quietly teasing him

"Don't those woods look quite similar to the woods around the house?"

"SHUT UP ETHO!!"

#aggressivewrites #aggressive answers #halloween #trick or treat #zombie cleo #bdubs #bdubbleo100 #ethoslab #fanfic #scary movies #fluff

[itsonlydana]

"finding a friend in your enemy" ➷ BdoubleO100

➛ pairing: c!bdubs x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: when Pearl asks you to cat-sit her cat Nugget, Bdubs is convinced he would never like any cat and especially not one that shows no interest in him whatsoever. It's fascinating how fast the tables turn.

➛ word count: 1,1k

➛ tags/warnings: none, pure fluff, mention of small injuries

➛ an: while writing this I rewatched Bdubs Among Us stream from tonight and I had to write this short story after he and Pearl chatted about her cat. I know Bdubs is not on my official list on who I write for yet, but if you have any ideas, send them in :D

➛ requests: open!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

"I think she hates me" 

"What?" Astonished, you looked over the top of your notebook, glancing from the long list of materials for your mega base to Bdubs, who almost disappeared into the tall grass in his moss sweater. 

"She hates me and probably every person on this server," your boyfriend repeated, resting his head in the crook of his arm so you couldn't see anything of him except for a tuft of brown hair. He'd been lying there in the meadow in front of your starter home for hours, as still as you'd never have thought him to be, hidden under his soft sweater that was far too warm for a warm summer day. 

"Well, she seems to like me," you clarified, and turned back to your list. You had already started to elaborate the plans for your big project a week ago and after you decided to settle down near the shopping district by the sea you could finally go into more details - or rather you could try to, because Bdub's deprecating click of his tongue made you lower the notebook in your hands again. 

"You don't really think someone so sweet hates humanity, do you?"

"She's the devil himself! Look at her with her red sparkling eyes and razor sharp claws! Just now she was sharpening them and I swear she was staring at me the whole time!"

"Bdubs, it's a cat!" you interrupted his agitated babbling and stood up from your double chest serving as a seat, aware that you couldn't continue working until the "cat" problem was solved. And if, in exchange, you would put your project on hold for another night, only to finally be able to work in peace afterwards, so be it. 

With a sigh, you trudged across the meadow to the shady oak tree, against whose trunk you leaned again, directly under the "B+y/n" cut into the bark, which had been created as soon as you had put down your first chest of the now out-of-control chest monster. 

Stretching out your legs, you leaned against the trunk and looked down at Bdubs and his fluffy opponent. 

Pearl's cat, Nugget, lay curled up in itself with her head, chin turned upwards in the grass, sleeping perfectly peacefully, completely unaware of Bdub's stare. Now that you were facing him you could see his face again, his skepticism of the fur baby more than evident in his curled lips. The hood pulled over his head cast a shadow over him, and laughing, you stretched to pull it off of him. 

"Stop looking so grim, you super villain," you grinned after you ran a hand through his brown short strands and he blew them out of his eyes.

"I'm not the bad guy here," he grumbled, his whole attitude towards the cat telling a whole different story. Ever since Pearl had asked you to watch her cat Nugget for a few days, she had a long trip planned to gather materials and didn't want her running around her base alone, Bdubs had been out to plant nasty thoughts and worries in your head. What if you couldn't handle cats? Did you know what Nugget ate and needed for grooming? What if Nugget didn't want a babysitter at all and just wanted to chill for a week?

The latter had got you thinking about whether it might not have been Bdubs who didn't want to be a babysitter. 

For you, the issue of Bdub's apparent dislike of cats had been resolved when Pearl had dropped Nugget off the day before yesterday in a box and with a shulker box full of food, snacks, and grooming products, and the cat had responded to Bdub's attempt to pet her-he'd been clumsier than he used to be at Redstone-and he'd gotten a small scratch on the spot. 

You thought that if they didn't like each other, they should get along in peace and just ignore each other, but you didn't count on the sudden jealousy that arose in Bdubs every time the cat tried to get close to you, thus scaring him away. 

Of course, he claimed that Bdubs, the king of the moon, didn't need to be jealous of a creature like a cat, a kitten at that, because he was so much better, and yet he was staring at Nuggets as if he wanted to send her to the moon in a rocket. 

Just as you took your hand out of Bdub's hair and were about to lean back again, Nugget stirred. First she stretched her small slender hind paws back, rolled away and presented the underside of her belly to you, meowing. 

"Oh look who's awake" Slowly, so she could see your hand coming you began to pet through the warm fur, massaging it lightly "Did you fall asleep after your dinner? That was quite a feast wasn't it? You're just like Boo," you whispered loud enough for Bdubs, who was watching the interaction skeptically and with his eyebrows drawn together, to hear "He likes to sleep in the sun after a good meal, too" 

"Hey!" he exclaimed, startling Nugget, as she immediately stopped purring and hissed in his direction. Immediately Bdubs hissed back, seeming less threatening and more childlike. 

You looked at him admonishingly, the subject of volume around the kitten had come up more and more in the last two days and while you didn't mind your boyfriend's full voice, cats heard everything a little louder after all. At his low grumble, Nugget calmed down too, her little body rolling relaxedly in your direction until her head bumped against your knee and she tossed up a throaty meow at you, a complaint as to why you had stopped petting her. 

As any sane person would do, you continued the petting and were immediately rewarded with the deep purr that made every bit of stress fall away from you. It was truly magical how good a purring cat was for your mental health. 

"Boo?"

"Yes angel face?" 

You looked up with a smile from a perfectly content Nugget to a grumpy looking Bdubs. He really needed to work on his jealousy. "Don't you want to try Nugget again? She's all fluffy."

At your question, Bdubs laughed out loud until he realized you were serious. "No, never! Never ever in my life will I pet that devil and give myself to her, become one of her servants, serving her food and being bossed around! Can't you see the rage in her eyes? The hatred for the human- ahh" Without much hesitation you had taken his hand and were slowly running it over Nugget's belly with yours. She flinched briefly at the strange touch, but when she realized she was being petted again, she blinked once at Bdubs and leaned toward his hand.

It was a fascinating moment when Bdubs, completely in stupor, let you guide him and when he found his own rhythm and after a while his feet began to kick in the air, you knew you were one step closer to having a cat of your own.

#hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft fluff #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x reader #c!bdubs x you #bdoubleo x reader #bdoubleo x you #bdoubleo100 fluff #bdoubleo fluff #bdubs fluff #bdubs fanfiction #hermitcraft writing #hermitcraft imagine

[respectable-username]

I edited the Last Life one-shot from the other week and posted it up on AO3, if anyone wants to give it a read over there!

Fandom: Last Life SMP

Category: Gen

Words: 1031

Characters: Etho, Bdubs

Summary: Bdubs somehow manages to convince Etho that they should try on each others' outfits. Hilarity ensues.

Tags: Fluff, Sharing Clothes, Roommates, they're best friends your honour

Original copy: Here

#lastlifesmp #last life smp #etho #bdubs #fluff

[mochiwrites]

secret husbands au — master post!

since… that’s a thing I need now, apparently! :D

this is a collection of all of the important bits of the au! scar and grian knew one another pre-hermitcraft! they were married long before scar joined back in season 4. none of the hermits actually know they’re married because they’re oblivious. and they think scar and grian have been pining after each other for years. so they decide to get them together!

there is hermitshipping involved (obviously) so if that’s not your thing, this au isn’t for you!

also this au is like 95% fluff and 5% angst. sorry angst lovers, the fluff enjoyers get well fed with this one

caution: things might get a little suggestive, but that’s it. no real warnings for this au!

- main tag: #secret husbands au

fics/drabbles.

scarian’s first meeting / the cuddle curse / avalanche / scarian’s reunion / scar's birthday /

arts.

secret husbands ; by @nothavinganygoodtimes / drabble ; by @hermitcraft-my-beloved /

hypixel era.

scar backstory / how grian and scar met / rough timeline / the roommate offer / scar job hunt / jellie / scar's nightmare / scar baking cookies / dating? / grian being sick / the proposal: one ; two ; / scarian cooking (or... trying to) / grian goodtimes: one ; two / scar twig to hunk / scar and food / scar being touch starved / from tcd to hypixel /

hermit s4 - evo.

scar joining hermitcraft: one ; two ; / hermits knowing g went missing / scar and grian's sweater / grian losing his wedding ring: one ; two / grian showing scar his watcher form / scar becoming vex / cub and scar / grian not looking for scar /

hermitcraft.

grian joining hermitcraft / closure from evo / grian's reaction to scar vex / bdubs starts it / season 6 thoughts: one ; two ; / season 7 thoughts: one ; two ; / season 8 thoughts: one ; / season 9 thoughts: one ; / season 10 thoughts: one ; / sweater and blanket: one ; two / king ren arc: one ; / mycelium resistance/mayor stuff: one ; two ; three ; four / grian and food / grian and sensory overload /

life series.

potential life series / differences in third life /

lore asks.

how they show affection / the betting pool / vow renewals / martyn voice: scar is tricking a married man! / why no one realizes in s6 / empires knowing / scar and grian's bets / nightmares: one ; two ; / grian playing with scar's hair / grian and nests / "avian" grian: one ; two ; three ; four ; / mcc / vex lore / watcher lore / scar doing art / eating habits / wearing each others clothes / scarian getting their suits / old suits for renewal / scar's bday /

misc.

the initial post / third life thoughts / "why didn't you tell me we were dating?" / who knows vs who doesn't / "I sure hope he does" / secret husbands syndrome / scarian's marriage / "scar loves you" /

#secret husbands au #CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS AU IS ONLY 3 DAYS OLD #AND THERE'S ALREADY SO MUCH UNDER THE LORE ASKS SECTION #JFC JGHFJKHGF /POS #also I will. just say. #that if any art of this au starts circulating it will be added here #I thought it might've been presumptuous to add an art section jkghdfhgfgj

[jadespeedster17]

The Funny Tall Man

Summary: Scar is just trying to take over a mushroom island, he did not agree to being a baby sitter. 

Warnings: Nothing really, this is Fluff and SFW, well unless you count Scar being an evil homewrekcer (literally, he burns homes) and Mother Spore being a mind controlling fae (who low key kidnaps people).

Notes: This is for @sporelings-au and @headless-witch  Tags: @riveraryy and @flooflepuff

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HEP found itself working hard most days, as the Mycelium was spreading. Scar sighed rubbing his neck and popping it, his ears drooping down. He picked up another paper and read it over sipping on some tea, the rich flavor was nice. Everything was grown locally, everything in his office was grown by him. Giving the place a very lush feel.

Vines hanged down from the ceiling, the air was crisp and clean, the inside made of a hallowed tree. It was the exact opposite of the mushroom villages with air that was thick with spores. The air was near unbreathable by his people, who seemed to have a clear disdain of the Mushroom Sporelings of Mother Spore. 

While Scar himself has no true interest in the island, he had to admit that their encroach onto his territory made him act. Sure the situation had been minor. But Scar wasn’t a push over, and wasn’t going to let the, rather beautiful, Mother Spore think she could just go outside her island. 

He gave pause thinking back to the dear Mother of Sporelings. Beautiful she was, but also wicked. Her mere touch wilted all his plants, his babies, making himself prick with discomfort. Top it off in the past she’s kidnap Woodland Fae of his, and... changed them into these near mindless beings with her spores. Making his insides twist at the thought of it.

Scar wasn’t a fool, while he flirted and teased the mushroom fae, he knew not to let her near him for too long. Not to accept anything from her. Tea was nice, even if they never reached an agreement.

Mother Spore was unwilling to release and give back his people, and Scar as a result would not stop burning houses until he made his point clear. Besides, they were making the air near unbreathable in places too close to his kingdom. 

Signing the paper and putting it out in the out tray neatly the door opened. He looks up as Bdubs comes into the room. “Scar!.” he said, “The garden section is experiencing some wilting.” 

A frown, “Wilting?” Scar echoed bemused, that was rare for his plants to wilt. But as he reached out through the roots he felt the wilting in the area seemed to be spreading. A grimace on his face as he rose and left the room. Heading briskly with his cane clacking on the ground to the garden section.

The Gardens were where he grew most of the food for the main city. Tall fruit trees, small bushes of berries, and vegetables abound in the fields. A place where he was certain Mother was envious of. Perhaps he should make a basket of fresh foods... maybe he could win over the Mother’s favor yet.  Bdubs wanted this was over fast, but Mumbo, his second, wanted a little bloodshed done as possible. Mumbo in fact was the spear head of many political meet ups. Even if they bore little fruit. 

He frowned as he saw one of the blackberry bushes was indeed wilted, as was the strawberry plants, and the blueberries with them. “How in the world?” Scar looked puzzled as he touched the wilted leaves bring them back to their green glow. 

Slowly the plants did heal as his magic poured into them. But Scar noticed one area wasn’t growing at all, as he paused and moved over to the leaves.

“Shhh! He’ll hear us!” “These berries are so good!” “I told you not to touch the bush Ren!”

Pushing them back a squeal was heard as Scar jumped back from a wooden sword to his face. “What in the world!?” Scar yelped as he looked from the sword to an angry red eye glaring at him. 

This one looked familiar, as Scar wracked his brain for info, he remembered seeing this little one with Mother. He looked past the very defiant, somewhat fearful, sporeling to see others huddled together in the bushes. One with ears had a mess of blackberry juice around his lips. 

“What are you doing here?” Scar inquired as he pushed the wooden sword away easily, much to the tall sporlings annoyance. 

“none of your business!” he said in a puffed up brave voice, but Scar easily caught the waver in it. 

“We wanted to meet you!” Another said with him, the little girl with the pink dress and fairy wings said with a bright smile. 

Scar gave a look crossing his arms, “And wilting my berry bushes is how you greet yourselves?” he asked in a firm voice.

Head hung down at that, they looked guilty. “We’re sorry.” the slim child said with a small voice. “They were just so good looking, we don’t have things like this at home.” he said black eyes looking up at Scar.

The slight anger did fade at that, as Scar grimaced to himself, then sighed heavily as he rubbed his face and eyes. “Alright, come out now, so I can heal the plants, and I'll pick you some more berries... just don’t touch anything.” he said to the small kids. Watching as they all clamored out, and the tallest one eyes him with distrust herding them to the middle of the garden. 

Scar shook his head, as he got back to work, healing away the damage done. Smiling softly as he could feel the life returning to the bushes. “Woah.”  A tiny head poked over his shoulder as she stared in awe at how the bushes came back to life. “You can grow plants mister!?” she asked looking at him with wide black eyes.

A nod as Scar started to pick some berries, “Yes, one of my many talents.” he chuckled a bit. “Everything here I grew myself.”

This did get the kids to look around in awe finally taking in how tall the trees were, “We don’t have anything like this at home!” squeaked out the slime boy.

“Unless you count Mother’s tall mushrooms.” the one with horns said with a smile. 

Scar’s smile fell a bit, right, these little guys hadn’t seen anything green save for when they are near his territory. It also seemed they inherited their Mother’s powers of wilting things. 

“I see, well, this is just the section I use to grow fruits, there are place I also grow vegetables, trees for sap, and flowers.” Scar listed off.

“FLOWERS!?” the little girl in pink said in excited, “Can I see!? Please!?” she asked yanking on his tail coat. 

A bit startled by her outburst, Scar stared down at her, then to the children who also looked curious. Well, almost all of them, the one eyed child looked annoyed. “I suppose so, first off though,” he looked at each of them, “Names?”

They each listed off their names, Etho, Stress, Ren, XB, Jevin, and Impulse. 

“Well, my name is Scar... and I guess I can show you the flower gardens, But don’t pick any of them, The flowers are very delicate.” Scar’s voice was firm as they all nodded, eager giggles and jumping up and down. 

Shaking his head and holding back a smile, he had them all hold hands as he lead them along. The flower gardens weren’t that far, and he had no dout they’d be also eager to eat the berries he picked too. Though... “Does your Mother know you guys are here?” Scar asked them with a curious look back at the group.

“Uh... No...?” Ren’s ears flicked down at that. 

“We wanted to see where you go to Funny Tall Man!” Impulse said to him with wide eyes. “We... didn’t expect it to take this long though.”

Alarm bells were in Scar’s head, “When did you guys leave the Mycelium territory?” he asked.

Looking at each other confused, it was Etho who spoke up, “When the sun was rising.”

Scar paled a bit; it was nearing the afternoon now! These children had been out of their Mother’s gaze for over 6 hours! Goodness its no wonder they were hungry and looked tired. 

“Oh dear...” Scar groaned, no doubt Mother Spore was worried sick for them. Look, he might be in a war with her, but he was against using children in a war. Pitching the bridge of his nose, Scar took a breath, he’ll pen a letter to the Goat Father and Mother Spore. This was not going to look well at all, but he also didn’t want to send these kids back to walking on their own! They were lucky they ever found his area and didn’t get lose in the Wildwoods Forest!

Scar’s thoughts were broken as he heard Stress gasp, “Flowers!” she squealed rushing over, Scar quickly stopped her from grabbing on. Shaking his head firmly as she blinked and looked sad but nodded. 

Quickly though, Stress bounced back, “What are these ones called?!” she asked excitedly looking at the pretty purples and pinks.

“Orchids, they are very delicate flowers and very picky flowers too.” Scar told her, “They don’t like to grow for just anything, the conditions have to be right.” he said. Setting up a blanket on the gorund and the basket of fruits for the kids. Which they all quickly moved to sit down as Scar also got some water from the spring nearby. 

It was burning up today, no doubt they were thirsty. He took a breath to keep from fretting, these were Mother’s children, if a hair was harmed on them it’d be his neck. He was looking for a fight, not death. 

Stress ran over to another that Jevin was looking at, “Frogs!” the slime boy said picking up a white frog that squirmed in his grip.

“Yes, I have quiet a few of them.” Scar said then turned, “Ren don’t lick a frog please.” he told the wolf looking sporeling.  Ren froze with his tongue out, and carefully let go of the green frog with a pout. 

“What are these flowers called mister tall man?” Impulse asked looking at the ones in the water that were white.

“Lilies, these ones grow on pads that the frogs can use to stand on.” Scar told them, “See that stem under them, it’s goes all the way down to the bottom of the pond and is rooted into it.” he explained.

He watched as their eyes seemed to be filled with wonder, Stress rushing form the pond over to XB near a large tree, “What’s these!?” she asked pointing to the waxy leave tree with pink and white flowers.

“Magnolias,” Scar told her, “They are ever greens, meaning they don’t shed their leaves in the fall like Mape or Oak tress, but rather shed them year-round, they also come in colors of pink and white.”

XB picked up one of the dead leaves on the ground feeling it’s waxy coating with curious eyes.

Taking his hand, Stress lead Scar over to Etho and these tall yellow flowers, “What are these flowers?” she asked.

“Black Eyed Susans, and the tall ones in the back are Sunflowers.” Scar went over to a small machine near the sunflowers and held out his hand. Out came some seeds that were toasted, “Here.” he handed the two some. “Sunflower seeds are edible.”

Etho looked wary, but did take some, and after seeing Stress try some, he ate a few too. “Their salty.. but crunchy.” he said looking at the rest.

Scar nodded, “They are a good snack, but make sure you drink water as they are rather salty.” he agreed, smiling warmly at Etho. 

“Mister Tall Man?” 

Scar turned, “yes?” he inquired curiously walking over. 

He looked to see Ren pointing to some plants, “These ones don’t have flowers.”

Walking over to Ren, Scar nodded, “Sometimes they do, but not right now. These are herbs. The purple flowered ones are Lavender, the large leave ones that are bumpy is Sage, the dark green ones here is Mint.”

Stress peered at them, “Well what are they used for?” she asked watching Scar pluck off a few leaves and flowers.

“A variety of things, potions, medicine, rituals, even just to make some cooking stuff taste better, or just your house to smell better.” Scar let her smell them even if the tip wilted, “Jellie loves Lavender.”

Giggling Stress sniffed again, “It smells so nice!” she looked very happy as Scar couldn’t help but smile.

They went around looking at whatever caught the kids eyes, Lily of the Valley, Roses, Zinnias, Cosmos. The vining plants of Moon Flowers, Purple Passions, Morning Glories, along with other herbs such as Dill, Thyme, and Rosemary. 

And wrangling them back to take a break and eat something as Scar penned a letter and sent the bird on it’s way to find Mother Spore. The kids were luckily well behaved enough, if Scar had to stop Ren from pouncing on his tail and biting it. they obeyed his rules of don’t touch unless he gives permission. Jevin had fun catching frogs and other creatures, he suppose it was good he couldn’t kill the animals. 

Scar answered any questions they had about plants, within reason, mostly they asked about flowers and herbs. Perhaps it did break his heart a bit that these children had never seen green grass, blue skies, or plants this abundant. Nor could they touch them. 

It made him wonder how anyone could be happy as a Sporeling. Mumbo spoke little of it, even if he still cared for them, it was clear he had no interest in going back. Scar couldn’t say he blamed him, who would want ugly purple grass and only fungus growing around!?

He watched as the children did curl up and started to fall asleep. Etho fought it off for a long time before he cuddled with Ren resting. Scar took a breath, and petted Impulse’s hair watching the sun turn to evening time, and waiting for news from Bdubs on when Mother would come to collect her children.

He can’t say it was a bad day, Scar adores it when people are interested in in awe of his amazing terraforming skills. Even if these children had technically escaped form home and broke into his base. Shaking his head, Scar waited silently.

This was going to be a long talk with Mother Spore, but he would assure her they were fed and well taken care of. And hope she didn’t try to kill his whole garden!

Little did Scar know Mother would be quiet calm about the situation, and might even be curious about flowers herself. 

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Notes: If you guys want a oneshot of Mother Spore’s reaction and conversation with Mayor Scar then let me know. Other wise take your fluff!

Scar and Grian are both evil idiots in this one, and both had good and bad reasons for wanting this war. 

Up to Witch if it wants this to be canon. 

Anywho cute sporelings whoo! (Sorry it was a little rushed at the end it’s 10pm here XD)

#sporelings au #fanfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft season 7 #mayor scar #mother spore #gtws #impulse #stress monster #Jevin #Renthedog #xbcrafted #Ethoslab #SFW #fluff #wholesome

[lunar-writes-things]

okay since bdubs is such a bold n outspoken person, i would like to request anything you can think of that would include flustered n stammering bdubs

maybe pair it with one of my favorite fic tropes, kissing practice? 👀 (entirely up to you tho :))

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Making Moss Turn Red

Pairing: Bdoubleo100 x Reader

Summary: In which your attempts to get a single kiss from your crush successfully fail

Genre: ROMANCE, FLUFF

Extra notes: My friend wrote down a line in here and I didn't wanna delete it so I integrated it into the fic-,

Content warnings (If any): ALSO I WORTE A MAKE OUT SCENE IM NOT SORRY, Bdubs gets grabby ;)

WC: 1,656

You couldn't help it. 

You would think after knowing someone for so long it would drive off any feeling for them but even now as you watched him build you couldn't help but swoon for the man. 

Bdubs was pulling himself up to the place he needed, but all you could see is how his biceps flexed and how his back muscles looked through the sweat-soaked and see-through white shirt of his. You held his moss coat in your lap as you drooled over the man with a dopey grin on your face. 

"-n! Y/n!" Bdubs called and snapped you back to reality. The man had a smug grin on his face as he began to walk towards you "Enjoy the show?" 

You flushed a sweet pink as you let out a light laugh along with your retort "Of course! Why else would I be here if not for the show?"

Ah yes...

The only unfortunate part of your relationship with Bdubs other than your hidden feelings. 

The flirting that was supposed to be fake. 

It was never fake on your side and almost always had the man feeling even bolder than always when he saw you began to flush and stammer. 

However, this flirting was new... Very recent in fact only a few days old. 

About a week ago, after realizing your feelings for the man after years of pushing it back, You wanted to come up with a plan so you could make a move. 

But nothing had come to mind...

except for flirting.

And you think that much would be obvious but when it comes to Bdubs... nothing is obvious. 

The man took all your advances and Uno reversed them to you. You tell him he looks gorgeous with the moss coat? He tells you it would look better on you with nothing else on! 

Come on! How do you respond to something like that?! 

"Y/n," He cooed out and placed a gentle hand on your thigh which made you jolt out of your thoughts "You with me now?" 

"Yeah, Sorry," You said and smiled at him "Just tired I guess. Maybe I need to follow your sleep schedule." 

Bdubs laughed at you and patted your thigh gently. 

"Maybe you should! I'd be willing to free up some space in my bed so you can join me."

He gave you a smug look and you swatted him away, you're cooling face now rising with heat once again. 

"Oh stop playing around Bubs," You laugh and hop off of the wood you were sitting on "Anyway, what were you saying?" 

"Oh!" Bdubs grinned "I wanted to show you My pride and joy! Horse Mountain!" 

He stepped aside and revealed a giant man-made mountain that had a horse head carved into it. It was mossy where the mane was and had realistic cracks spanning the entire mountain. 

"It's beautiful!" You exclaimed, eyes shining in pure joy "Oh my void! It's so gorgeous!" 

You spun and took Bdubs up in your arms as you gushed about how beautiful the man-made mountain was. 

"I'm glad you like it!" Bdubs laughed as you spun him around "Come Here! I wanna show you something." 

You let the man out of your grip and followed his lead. He took you to a fairly hidden part of the mountain and when he knew the two of you were fully hidden from anyone and everyone's sight he pressed you against the wall with a soft smile and eyes.

"You're so pretty," He cooed out and it made you blush from how sincere it sounded 

Your breath caught in your chest when you finally registered the look in his eyes. It was... genuine. His big bright eyes were filled to the brim with sincerity, adoration, and Intense with an emotion you couldn't identify. 

It made you... nervous 

"I- uh-" You couldn't focus and what was making it worse is that he just put a warm hand on your hip and its making you malfunction 

"You uh?" He repeated, a cocky smile on his face 

You gulped and shivered as his hand lifted the smallest bit and his fingers dragged along your side in feather light touches. You did your best to not melt in his touches but to no avail. 

"Thank you," You finally managed to say, a small whimper to your voice as your face burned 

"You're welcome, Y/n." Bdubs grinned, probably at his victory of getting you so flustered 

"I- Uh-“ You start but can’t seem o get the words out

“you- Uh?” Bdubs has a small smile on his face, his eyes dancing with delight as he leans in closer and closer

”I have a crush on y- someone.” You blurt out, barely stopping yourself from saying ‘you’ 

when you looked at Bdubs he looked… empty. 

“Oh? Do you now?” he asked softly slowly stepping away 

“Yes and I want to practice kissing them with you,” You said and pulled him into your body “Would that be okay?” 

Bdubs’ face turned into the color of roses and he nodded slowly, eyes shining with more hope but still held disappointment. While you felt bad for lying to him, it was the only way you could do this. 

… Was it even a lie? 

You did like someone… You liked him. Void, did you want to kiss him too… 

but still seeing how sad he looked after you said you liked someone… it crushed your heart

”Do you want to practice right now?” He asked softly

”… Please?” You whisper

”Of course,” He replies in the same hushed tone “Come, let me lead.” 

He was gentle and slow, as if he would scare you off if he moved too fast. He gently cradled your face and he moved up to lean in 

“Are you sure?” He asked you, his voice was barely audible and his breath danced on your face but his eyes were focused on your lips and your facial expression 

“I have never been more sure in my life,” You said and leaned down 

Bdubs leaned up and met you in the middle

His lips were soft, and he tasted like mint. He moved slow and steady and what felt like forever in euphoria was only a few seconds. 

“Was that okay?” He breathed out, his hands holding your cheeks were shaking and you placed your hands on top of his to calm him down 

“It was perfect.” 

“OH MY VOID!” Gem screamed in excitement and shook you by your shoulders “YOU KISSED HIM?!” 

“Ye-es Pl-ea-se St-op Sha-king- meeeee-“ your words were barely audible as Pearl and Cleo freaked out with Gem

“This calls for a celebration!” Pearl said 

“Waitwaitwait-“ You said and rushed forward after Gem let you go “You guys never let me finish what I was saying.” 

The three girls looked at you expectantly and you sighed and finished your story. 

once you finished they stared at you in disbelief 

“so wait- let me get this straight,” Cleo stated “You told him you liked… SOMEONE and didn’t specify who and asked to practice kissing with him?” 

“…Yes?” You replied shrinking back 

There was a group sigh and it made you defend yourself “hey, it was a spur of the moment thing. I almost confessed to him but I backed out last minute and now I'm stuck here. Any ideas other than coming clean?” 

“wuss-“ Pearl coughed between her word playfully “But Seriously Y/n, not your smartest move. Truthfully I think the best way is to let it play out how you have it now. Maybe something will happen because of it?” 

“I’m not sure, But the longer this goes on…” Cleo trailed off and You got her gist

The longer this goes on, the longer you could be hurting not only yourself but bdubs. 

“I’ll figure it out,” You said desperately “I promise.” 

Everyday for the next two weeks were bliss

Bdubs insisted on meeting everyday so he could ‘teach’ you and you never once protested. 

Today, however, was different. Bdubs was touchy, hand on your hips or lower back. His eyes wandered multiple times. When he couldn’t take it any more he dragged you to where you two first kissed and smashed his lips into yours. 

It took you by surprise but you never fought it. 

instead, you melted into the kiss. Your hands diverging, one going up to tangle in his hair and the other gong down to rest on his heart, feeling the beat of his body pulse faster and faster. His hands… his hands dipped below your waist and behind you… 

No

You wanted control of this situation 

You turned and pushed him against the wall, protecting his head with your hand from the rock, and kissed him harder. He had let out a gasp when you turned him and his hands backed away from your body but the passionate kiss continued. 

When you both pulled away for a breath he looked into your eyes and you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“I’m in love with you Bdubs. You enchant me in heart and soul and I want you to be mine. Please be mine.”  You pull him closer by the waist and cup his face “You’re the one I like and you’re the one I love. Let me be your partner please.” 

He looked shocked and blank before his face turned a deep red and he started stammering

”I- Uh- We- ye- well-“ This went on for a solid few seconds before he gathered himself and said “Yes. Please.  I have been in love with you since season 6. Please be mine Y/n.” 

“Always have been and always will be.” You promised and sealed it with a kiss

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