SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for if a certain admin has been pining after you from afar, but you’re completely oblivious- that is, until you get a ‘secret admirer’.
WARNINGS: None!
A/N: Is the title to this a reference to this song by Louie Zong? Yes. Do I feel any shame? No. Anyways, this last meal before the Christmas stuff drops is brought to you by our favorite anon- Crown!
Let me preface all this with the fact that Xisuma is not good at feelings.
Ever since he had become the admin of Hermitcraft, he was constantly busy, leaping from project to project as he worked to singlehandedly manage a server as large as it was. I mean, Mumbo and Iskall’s Redstone crimes alone were enough to give him grey hairs.
It wasn’t that Xisuma was adverse to love or relationships- no, he consistently put his friends’ heath and well-being above his own. It was just that, well, since he didn’t have time to sleep more often than not, it would be difficult for him to develop a crush.
Which sucks for him, because the second he laid eyes on you, our man was doomed.
The entire server probably realizes that you’ve caught the resident admin’s fancy long before you or he does- shooting each other sly glances as the helmeted man spends a little too long staring in your direction.
It probably takes one of the hermits literally beating him over the head with the fact for him to realize it, and for the next few days he can hardly look at you without blushing straight to the tips of his ears.
I mean- cut the man some slack! He’s feelin new things, okay 🥺🥺🥺
Naturally, you are completely oblivious to this man’s affections for you, writing off his suddenly awkward behavior as a symptom of his sleep deprivation, or maybe anxiety as the server prepared for the newest update to roll around.
Whatever it was, you made a point to treat the admin the same as you always did, greeting him with a cheery smile and a wave every time you crossed paths in Boatem village, walking to and from the shops they had set up.
“Hey, ‘Suma!”
“O-oh, hi! Er- everything alright?”
“Just peachy! You?”
“Fine- great, even! Totally not dying inside or anything-”
“What?”
“Hm?”
It’s only a matter of time before you notice the notes.
Just little things, comments on your base or compliments on your attire that you find tucked into your shulker boxes, or slipped under your door.
‘I liked the deepslate you used for texturing here. Sometimes it catches me off guard how talented you are at building.’
‘I thought that prank you pulled on Iskall the other day was funny.’
‘You looked really nice today. Every day, actually- but not meant in a creepy way though. That just sounded more creepy. Okay, I’m just going to stop this right here before I embarrass myself any further.’
At first, you’re confused- there was no reason for the other hermits to secretively try and contact you. You’re more than used to them just stating their opinions to you aloud, so what reason would they have to remain anonymous?
If you’re being honest, you kind of thought it might be a prank.
That is, until one of them is finally addressed ‘from your secret admirer’.
Prime above, the burning in your face when you read that was enough to rival the sun.
Suddenly, all of the things that they had written down made a whole lot more sense when you added the romantic context to it.
Meanwhile, Xisuma is just doing his best. Like, the man has a mini-heart attack every time he writes one of those notes, and he’s basically having a mental breakdown over the last one.
Poor boy :(((
You find yourself falling for whoever is leaving you such sweet things, a giddy grin spreading across your face whenever you find the newest one. When Xisuma starts to give you little gifts- emeralds, some flowers, maybe even a stack of materials you need for your newest project- you can’t help but brag to your friends, oblivious to the way they roll their eyes at you fondly behind your back.
The both of you can be so, so dumb sometimes.
Xisuma indulges your ramblings about the latest gift or note you received, thanking the gods that he had the presence of mind to wear his helmet around you because of the deep flush overtaking his face.
Maybe one day he can finally work up the guts to confess to you- but for now, he’s content to love you from afar.
Here's what I wrote for @fundyfiles' Fundy Week today! Hopefully, I got the prompt right? Once again not related to the DSMP, but to YET ANOTHER smp - it's Vault Hunters this time! I got some inspiration from a thing that actually happened there, but I did put my own twist on it, too! This is also on my Ao3!
Characters: Fundy, Iskall, 5up
Words: 2.7k
Warnings: none
Summary: Fundy just barely manages to survive a dangerous vault, and suddenly being alive feels so much greater than ever before.
Things were going… badly? Surprisingly well? Fundy couldn’t tell no matter how hard he thought about it. On one hand, he was still alive. He had a sword in his hands, armour covering his body, and even the thought of the incredible things he had with him filled his heart with pride. On the other hand, though, that could change any moment now. His weapon was weirdly shaped, and far too heavy, his armour wasn’t fitted at all, making each move uncomfortable, and the boxes with all the things he collected were heavy, almost making him lose balance with every step he took. This wasn’t the time to analyze each aspect of his situation, though, this was the time to focus on fighting the boss in front of him.
The battle wasn’t too easy, but at least he was still standing. Sure, he was slightly injured already, but not enough to stop him just yet. He wished he took some better gear with him, and wished the vault wouldn’t be locked… but nothing could be done about it anymore, and he had enough time to accept it. At least he managed to prove that he could, in fact, do something everyone else claimed to be impossible, he got to those chests "You can't get without the keys". And now he would die here, and probably take ages to respawn, but he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
The boss he was fighting with suddenly let out a sound it hadn’t before, making Fundy stumble back in shock. He was hurt and tired, if this was a new attack, this would be the end of him- Just then, the boss bent over before disappearing completely, leaving behind just a crate. For a moment, he stood frozen in shock, but when zombies in the room got dangerously close to his back, he rushed forward and grabbed it before blocking himself off and waiting to go back to his base.
He… he did it.
He was still stiff when his surroundings changed rapidly, and he was suddenly sitting on his own bed in his base. The armour was still uncomfortable to wear, and the sword was still heavy at his side, but as he looked down at the boss crate, he felt a wave of relief washing over him. He really did it. Not only did he do the impossible, but he also got out alive. He survived. He lived to tell the tale.
“I have to admit that what you’ve managed to achieve was… quite impressive,” a voice spoke up by his side. He quickly looked up and saw one of the Vault Gods right there. In his house.
“T-thanks?” he answered hesitantly. He suddenly couldn’t even remember the God’s name.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you keep all of your newfound riches, hunter. You may be left with some, but many are too advanced and should not fall into anyone’s hands yet,” they explained, stepping towards him. He nodded quickly and set all of the boxes filled with loot in front of him, he didn’t feel like fighting a God today, the boss was more than enough.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine!” he answered, and watched as the God looked through his new possessions. They carefully took out some of the rarer items and each time they did, they simply disappeared into thin air. Eventually, the God stepped back.
“You may keep the rest. And do keep in mind, the same trick won’t work twice. This was the only time what you did was possible, hunter,” they warned him.
“I know,” he answered. They simply nodded before disappearing in front of his eyes. He slowly shifted and looked into the boxes, a lot of rare loot was still waiting there for him. He found a smile on his face as his body finally relaxed. “Holy shit.”
He took off his unfitted armour, and set his new, heavy sword aside. He was lucky to find them, he probably wouldn’t get out without using them. He then got up and stumbled out of his “bedroom”, climbing the stairs to get to the open part of his house. The fresh air never seemed so soothing before, but now each breath brought him comfort. He was alive, he did it. The sun was shining brightly, he felt a small breeze hit against his skin, and could hear the cows from his farm mooing from a distance. Oh, wasn’t it great to be alive? He heard something flying through the air somewhere near, and managed to turn just in time to see Iskall landing nearby.
“Fundy!” the man called out, shaking his head in disbelief as he made his way over. “Did you actually do it?” he asked, and Fundy felt a sheepish grin appear on his face.
“I sure did!” he confirmed, nodding swiftly. “Do you want to see what I got?”
“Sure!” Iskall agreed, and the fox hybrid immediately ran back down the stairs to get the boxes of loot. He proudly brought them back upstairs and put them all down side-by-side.
“Take a look!” he encouraged, and the man followed the advice, gasping quietly each time he opened one.
“That is absolutely amazing!” he admitted once he looked through the things. Fundy nodded swiftly in agreement. “How did you even get that without triggering the traps?”
“Oh, that was the easy part! Do you know how hard it was to get out with all this stuff? The vault was locked and I had iron armour!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“Oh, yeah- How did you make it out?” Iskall asked, just now remembering the announcement that Fundy’s Vault would be closed off.
“With a lot of luck! I found myself some gear inside the vault, and used that to fight the boss! I barely managed to take it down, I thought-” he tried to explain, but as his thoughts went back to the fight, his voice faded. He was so sure he would die.
“Fundy?” the man asked with concern, stepping closer to him. The fox hybrid stayed still for a moment before his expression softened again and his smile returned.
“I- I made it!” he exclaimed with excitement, and without a second thought pulled Iskall into a hug. He wouldn’t be able to do that if he died.
“You sure did,” the man nodded, returning the gesture. They stayed like that for just a moment before Fundy pulled away.
“Oh wait, I have to give this back to 5up!” he remembered, pulling a magnet out from his pocket. “Oh no, where’s my elytra?” he asked himself.
“Did you lose it in the vault? I can give you one for a moment if you need that,” Iskall offered while Fundy ran over to one of his chests and opened it.
“No, thanks, I still have like 7,” he answered, and sure enough pulled out an elytra.
“...You have how many?” the man asked while Fundy attached the wings to his back.
“I’m not counting that now,” he shrugged, returning to his previous place and picking up all the boxes. “I want to show these off while I can,” he explained, and Iskall nodded.
“Yeah, better do that before the Gods take these away,” he joked.
“Oh, no, they already took some of the loot, I can keep all these things,” Fundy explained as he secured the boxes. “I just want to show them before someone can get this stuff how we’re supposed to.”
“...You spoke to one of the Gods? In-person?” Iskall asked, a confused frown on his face. Fundy simply chuckled at that.
“Yeah! Look, I’ll explain it some other day, now I have to get this to 5up before he decides that I scammed him too,” he explained. For a moment, it looked like Iskall was going to ask more questions, but he gave up on that.
“Alright, good luck,” he said before checking his own elytra to make sure he could fly home safely.
“Thanks! Bye!” Fundy called out before using one of his abilities to set himself into motion.
The wind that ruffled his hair and danced in his clothes put a smile on his face, he loved flying. The ground under him passed him by swiftly as he glided through the sky and felt free. This was so much better than the Vault’s dark corridors and ominous rooms, so much better than being stuck in a maze encased in blocks he could never break, he could go wherever he wanted to go now. It was such a refreshing feeling to travel this way, he felt as though he didn’t appreciate it nearly enough before.
It didn’t take him long to make it over to the portal leading into The End, the dimension 5up settled in, and he was ready to dive into it without landing. Just before he did, though, he spotted a familiar silhouette in the treeline, simply chopping wood, and managed to get back into the air. This was more than perfect, really.
“5up!” he called out as he changed the direction he was flying in and tried to slow himself down. The plant hybrid turned towards him and left his axe on the ground.
“Fundy-?” was all he managed to say before the fox hybrid crushed into him and send them both to the ground, trapping him in a hug.
“Oh, I’m so happy to see you!” he exclaimed with a grin before shifting to make sure he wasn’t crushing 5up.
“It’s good to see you too…?” the plant hybrid answered before relaxing and hugging Fundy back, giving him all the time in the world. “So, what happened?” he asked eventually, after staying on the ground for a concerning amount of time.
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe it!” he answered, finally letting go of his boyfriend and sitting back up. “But first, I bring you… this!” he explained, handing him the magnet he borrowed.
“Great, I was wondering if I’d get it back,” 5up joked before putting the item away. “What did you need it for, anyway?”
“A very big project. I couldn’t tell you what it was because you’d try to stop me, but now that it’s already done…” Fundy started, watching 5up’s reaction. The plant hybrid raised his eyebrows and sighed quietly, but a small smile stayed on his lips.
“Oh boy. What did you do?” he asked. Fundy looked for the best possible way to word it for a moment before answering.
“I scammed the Gods?” he said finally. 5up’s expression changed into one showing shock and surprise.
“You- You did what?” he asked in disbelief.
“What I said. Scammed the Gods,” Fundy repeated, and 5up quickly shook his head.
“Using my magnet?”
“Yep!”
“...Okay, are they mad at you?” 5up asked, and just then Fundy realized how bad it could’ve sounded like when his boyfriend didn’t have the whole context.
“No, no, it’s fine! They said it was impressive and took away the overpowered things I got, I’m not getting smited yet!” he assured. Hearing that, the plant hybrid relaxed.
“Good. So, what exactly did you do?” he asked, concern quickly replaced with curiosity.
“So, you know those rooms in Vaults that require keys and stuff?” he asked, pulling out his boxes of loot. 5up nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Okay, so I basically got all the things from them without a key. Like 3 or 4 times.”
“...You’re kidding, right?” 5up asked, and Fundy set down all the boxes.
“Take a look for yourself!” he answered, and 5up followed the suggestion. “I had to use the things I found to survive fighting the boss because the vault was locked, and that was stressful, but I made it out!” he explained while the plant hybrid looked through the boxes.
“That’s great. Good job,” he said, closing the crates.
“Thanks! Oh, I was so sure I was dead the moment the portal broke behind me,” Fundy sighed. For a brief moment, there was silence, and then he was pulled into another hug.
“You did really well,” 5up assured while Fundy practically melted in his arms.
“...Thanks,” he answered quietly. For a moment, they just stayed like that, but eventually, Fundy shifted back into a sitting position. “By the way, do you happen to have any food? I’m starving,” he asked, and 5up chuckled before getting up to his feet.
“I have some in my base, follow me,” he answered, picking his axe up from the ground and heading towards the portal. Fundy followed him close behind.
“Alright!”
The food was great. Sure, Fundy had it millions of times before, but this time it just seemed to taste better. All the flavors were magical, and he felt grateful for each bite he got to take. He wouldn’t be eating it if he died. Well, he was being a bit dramatic, he’d respawn by the morning and would get to eat all his favorite foods then, but… it just felt special. And what was the harm of appreciating what he usually took for granted? All it gave him was another reason to smile.
He stayed with 5up for quite a while, telling him in detail how he got through the Vault, looking through his new possessions together, and enjoying his time there. But eventually, he knew he had to go back home and properly sort his loot, and the plant hybrid still needed to collect some more wood for the Vault Crystal he was working on. They both walked to the portal back to the overworld hand-in-hand, but once they jumped in, 5up reappeared in the bed he set up by the main portal, and Fundy back at his house.
The fox hybrid set down the boxes he carried with himself by the chests and stepped back. For a moment, he just wanted to get this over with, but stopped himself from approaching them again. There was one more thing he wanted to do before getting to work. He quickly examined his elytra before taking off, flying away and not heading to anyone’s base this time. Not heading anywhere, really, simply enjoying his flight.
This was incredible. The wind carrying him safely through the sky was incredible. The sunlight gently shining over his head was incredible. He closed his eyes and spread his hands, allowing himself to relax in the air and enjoying the flight more than he ever thought he would. This was amazing. This was fulfilling. This was comforting. This was refreshing. This was all he ever wanted.
Suddenly, he came into contact with the ground, and just then remembered to watch where he was flying. The fall felt surprisingly soft, he rolled through some grass for a moment before coming to a full stop and opening his eyes. The first thing he did was check his elytra, if it got damaged he could have some issues getting back home- Luckily, it was okay.
He looked around, he was in the middle of a giant plane, there were some flowers growing near him, animals slowly moving around and living their lives… Now, this was nice. He reached up to his face to brush off all the dirt he picked up while rolling through the grass and found himself… snickering quietly. Laughing at his own silliness, and at how once again, luck was on his side. With a careless grin, he lied back down on the grass and looked up at the clear, blue sky.
“Being alive is nice,” he hummed to himself. No one else would hear him say those words, but it didn’t make them any less true. He really appreciated what this day brought him. Despite the stress the vault caused him, he was happy. He would gladly live through this again if it only meant he could repeat all the positive emotions, too.
