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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 :))

-✨

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.

#luna has written #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft bdubs #hermitcraft Bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdubs x reader #bdubs #hc bdubs #bdubs fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fandom

Fool's Gold [Yandere!Impulse X Reader]

Angst, Requested: "Please may I request some Yan!Impulse (which is a challenge bc he's lovely) I'd love to see you put in some of those poetically dark moments that really hit in there (because you're good at that /g)"

I actually got pretty excited coming up with the idea for this one. Probably because this is my first full work for Impy. Tw: Yandere, talk of death, and demon stuff- Not sure if that should be a tw but yeah this is very much a demonpulse fic (Also this is probably wildly out of character but it's yandere stuff what do you expect lol)

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You had known Impulse for, honestly a few years now. You weren't at all a new member to the group. Dispite this you wouldn't exactly say you were the closest with him. Never having had more than few big moments of collaboration speckled across the handful of seasons you coexisted.

However, now with a new world getting back into the motions, especially with everyone living in such a close bundle, you decided that this would be the season you properly called each other friends. Knowing how it usually plays out, it wouldn't take more than to settle down next to his base for things to begin stirring.

Impulse wasn't at all opposed to your decision. As always he remained a bright, friendly face. 'Yeah,' you thought, 'this is going to be nice.'

For a good while, you were completely right. Sure each and every moment in this server was nothing other than fun, but your new neighbor added a fresh level to it all that you were incredibly thankful for.

Dispite the fact that Impulse clearly donned horns, wings and a tail that gave the "Imp" part of his name legitimacy, he was only ever sweet, caring and helpful to you. So far detached from the word "demonic". Those nonhuman traits were dusted in a rich, glimmering gold color. One that was just as welcoming as his personality.

Between pulling all-nighters together to grind out builds and resources, sharing in the high action fun that pranks and storylines offered, and even just relaxing and decompressing in your shared and comfortable silence, you had established you two as a major duo of the season.

Impulse was absolutely joyous at your union. It was a dream come true, you really had no idea. You were something of an "admire from afar" case to him. Ever since you joined the server he felt something. Perhaps not love, but you made a habit of lingering in his mind a little too long for you to mean nothing to him.

As these things usually progress, he only found his admiration of you evolve into something he'd be more comfortable calling love. Your hours spent together were his greatest treasure, and he could say the same about you yourself. You were precious, valuable, and about a million other synonyms he had slowly thought up over these months.

It came to the point where he thought about just straight up confessing. Until you had a particularly rough conversation.

It honestly shouldn't have ment anything. During one of your late night "talking about everything and nothing" talks, you found yourself on the topic of next season. What you hope to accomplish, who your thinking of collaborating with, that sort of stuff. That's when you made the deceivingly offhanded comment.

"You know, I've really enjoyed sticking around with you Imp." Those little confirmations sent his heart into a small frenzy. "But I guess, I've always thought of this-" You said, gesturing between the two of you. "As just a season 8 thing. Like obviously we'll still be great friends, I just want to change it up a bit again."

He was stunned. Maybe he was too shocked to do anything else, maybe he wanted to keep the peace a little longer, but dispite the shattering of his heart that might as well have been auditory, he still gave the world's weakest "Yeah." Then added a good three seconds later, "I get it."

He was still thinking about it a week later. "Change it up a bit." You ment it so causally, but to him it felt like you implied that he was disposable. Is that really what he was worth to you? Just a fun little gimmick or accessory to switch up when the time came to it?

He knows that couldn't be it. He had gained a crush on you, no- fallen in love with you- because you were a kind and loving person. There was absolutely no way that you really wanted to toss him like a shirt gone out of style. You spent so much time together, he rationalized. You had to feel something about him like he felt about you.

You would stay together, for however long it took you to realize the depths he would be willing to go to for you. Then you had the rest of your lives together.

Wait, not even that. He remembered. As a demon he would have a much longer life span than you. Even if you came to your senses and stayed with him, he would still have to deal with you leaving eventually. Willingly or not.

Those thoughts put him in a state of despair for a good while. He needed a plan to keep you long enough for you to realize you love him, maybe even a way to circumvent your measly human life span. And he needed that plan now. Thankfully, after some reflecting, he remembered a certain few options that those with demonic blood had access to.

All it would require was your name on a peice of paper, and a handshake.

That's all it takes to sell your soul.

When he first learned he had the capability to put someone's eternal soul into debt he was disgusted at the thought of himself doing that. How cruel and vile it would be to go through with that.

However, desperate times call for desperate measures. And anyways, after the initial panic, you'll understand that this will make you happy. Eventually you'll be dumbfounded that you ever thought that forever by his side wasn't what you always wanted.

The handshake would be easy, but how would he get the signature? Similarly easy. See, there were already these things quite close to "mini" soul contracts. I.O.U's

Everything was planned perfectly. Every little detail of the situation was engineered just right so that he could reasonably request one from you. He watched with concealed glee has you scribbled your name on the peice of definitely, absolutely 100% normal- not magic at all paper. Then quickly pocketed the thing, before holding out his hand. Hoping that you'll get the message and go through with the handshake.

Once you did, the gig was up. When you agree to a contract it is quite the spectacle. Wisps of energy and the glow of eerie lights tend to materialize after the connection is sealed.

He almost felt bad seeing your confusion.

"Hey Imp, what the heck is all this" Your voice was a mix of equal parts concern and wonder.

"Remember the last time we really talked?" He felt no need to hide what he's been thinking anymore. It's not like you can get out of this. He didn't wait for you in orde to continue. "You said you were going to leave me next season, and I'll tell the truth. It hurt."

You were now officially terrified. The special effects have completely fizzled out, leaving just the weight of his words to carry their promise of misfortune.

"And I'll keep telling the truth. We're in love with each other. I know you haven't realized that yet, but I've come to terms with it." He was walking closer to you now, you knew he would never physically hurt you. But it still sent your internal alarms ringing.

"What are you talking about" you timidly spoke up, "please tell me this is a bad joke. You can't be serious." This wasn't the Impulse you were friends with, it just couldn't be.

"See, even now when I'm directly giving you the option to have the revelation, you still deny it. You still want to leave me." He spoke with the kind of fake empathy that you've only seen people use to mock others with.

"How about a change in topics? Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Till death do us part', well I always thought that it was bit cheap." He started walking around you. Not paying any mind to how you defensively never let him out of your sight. This was insane. But you still didn't want to believe that this was real.

"I mean- really? All it takes is death to keep you two apart? Is that really it?" He rambled, half to himself.

"Wha-" Your mind was trying to wrap around it all. Surely this is just a bad dream.

He cut you off, "What you just signed my angel, was what you would call, a soul contract." He watched with what you could only describe as a look of sick entertainment at how your face dropped.

"So before you try anything, let me tell you just how this is going to go. You can try to run. Tell the others, attempt to break the deal you've just made. You can even leave the server, drop off the face of the earth and live a happy, long, and fulfilled life far away from all this. But one day, you will die. Good luck running from that."

He let his hushed laugh fill the silence, there was no way you could form words right now anyways. "And when you do die, you will be mine forever." He generously gave you a few seconds to take in what he said. "Now it's your choice, angel. And while I would be a bit hurt If you do choose to run. I won't stop you."

"After all. We will be together for the rest of time."

#Shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft x y/n #hc x reader #tw. yandere #c: impulse #Impulsesv x reader #tw. death mention

Imagine being someone who stutters a lot when they are talking about someone/something that they really like (MCU)

The avengers think it's adorable

You usually stumble or stutter over you're words when you really want to talk about something that you're interested in

So whenever you do try to explain something, you usually don't know were to start because you're so exited

This is obviously not a disability, it's just a habit you accidentally formed

And the avengers love it

Remember not to be scared or afraid of what you do

Everyone's different so be proud of that♡

#gender neutral reader #hc #mcu #x reader #hc x reader #x reader hc #mcu x reader #mcu x reader hc #x stuttering reader #cute #short #marvel #avengers x reader

Forever Bound [Yan!Grian x Reader Soulmate Au]

Angst, Requested? More like suggested: Expanded version of this drabble I made a little while back. @nixoxia asked if I could make a full fic and even though requests are officially closed I was more than willing to expand on the vague ideas I had. Tw: Yandere, manipulation, possessive behavior, exactly one swear word the set-up is a tad longer than usual lol

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You, like most people, dreamt of the day you met the love of your life. However in your dimension it manifested in a much more concrete way.

In some worlds, soulmates are a figure of speech. Fluffy, romanticized language.

In yours? They are a scientific fact. Well, magic might be closer to the correct term, but those two words are mashed together for you anyways.

You loved soulmates beyond expression. You often glanced down at the inside of your wrist. Like nearly everyone you were born with a simply, perfectly printed sentence. That mystical tattoo foretold a beautiful part of a person's destiny. The very first words your soulmate will say to you.

You adored your quote, it was your security blanket. A letter from your older self. One telling your past self that, "Don't worry, you'll meet the one. Just be patient." What your mark literally said was also a sort of promise to you. One that you loved just as much as the idea of your future life partner.

"So you're my forever."

In your head the vague mystery voice saying it was in awe. It was obvious that you will talk to them first, causing them to match your words to the ones on their wrist. Getting them to fully register you, that you will be the one they'll love for the rest of their days. The voice in your head was already smitten. You played the encounter back over and over, for years you yearned about this meeting.

Turns out, you were fairly right.

This truly was a new era of your life. You knew that before you properly met him. It wasn't everyday you were being welcomed as one of three new members to such an amazing server. Yes, becoming a hermit and settling down a little ways away from a few other's settlements was enough to brand this week as a massive personal turning point.

Then you decided to introduce yourself to your neighbors.

They were a colorful bunch, they all were. The Octagon, the Big-Eyes Crew, all of them. It was a very entertaining day, even just touring what will soon become masterpieces of architecture and chatting was one of the many highlights of the first few days here. All things considered you were excited to move onto the next group, Boatem.

You were a tad more nervous to talk to them then the other groups you introduced yourself to. Partly because they were the biggest community at the moment at a whopping five members. (Which to be fair was about a fifth of the server)

But that aside, you couldn't help believing that something else was contributing to your apprehension. It felt too heavy to only be caused only by meeting two more people at once. It was tempting to go with your gut and leave this particular encounter for a later date, yet you decided to betray your subconscious instincts and continue on your way. You could always just back out early if something went wrong, what's the worst that could happen?

You could've never expected this to happen.

You knew vaguely of Grian, like most of the others. You had caught glimpses of him at the very start of the season when everyone was clustered together, partly to meet you and the other two newbies. You didn't share any words directly addressed to each other yet, and nothing about him stood out to you in that chaotic grouping. Sure if you gave it any thought you would admit that he's pretty cute, but you weren't really focused on any one person in that moment.

This was different.

He was the first member of Boatem that you were able to find. In this isolated occasion you were able to fully register him and him alone, ignoring how that only mounded onto the anxiousness building inside of you.

Digging in a few chests infront of what must be the begining of a starter base, he wasn't aware of your presence. He didn't look too different, the most interesting observation being the tiny wings starting to sprout from his back. Specifically the feathers of a scarlet macaw, if your memory was serving you right. Likely a measure to make sure he wasn't able to fly before elytras started circulating. You could only imagine what they'll look like fully formed.

Before you could give it any more thought you realized how creepy just standing there and staring probably looked, so you finally gave yourself one last internal pep-talk and walked up to the man somehow still rummaging through whatever mess he already managed to make of his "storage system". One hand proping up the lid of a chest while the other shifts through its contents.

"Uh... hi, you're Grian right?" You would've mentally hit yourself for that totally smooth introduction if his reaction didn't startle you. The parrot hybrid let out a surprised yelp as he tore the hand holding up the chest's lid away from it, pulling it to his body. Promptly causing the lid to fall onto his other arm. By the time he had turned around to see you, you were infront of him to make sure he wasn't hurt too badly.

"Oh my God are you okay?! I didn't mean to scare you!" You quickly spat out trying to see if there were any visible signs of injuries on either of his arms. Perhaps rather unnervingly, he was just staring at you with a far off expression. "Uh... are you okay?" You added again.

"So you're my forever."

Immediately it felt like your wrist was being scorched. The pain was so sudden and strong that only after it passed two or three seconds later were you able to process what he said. When your mind cleared from the pain and you were left holding your no longer hellfire-gripped arm you looked at your soulmark.

It was red now.

Then you both made proper eye contact for the first time.

Holy shit.

Within the next week every single hermit had gotten news of your connection. It was like you had just gotten engaged, congratulations for simply meeting was given to you by everyone. Admittedly, it was sudden and weird. You barely knew who Grian was. He was a parrot hybrid known for building, that was the extent of it. Now you had been swiftly casted into being the defacto "Till death do us part" couple. But you're soulmates, you'll get used to it. You'll love him.

...Right?

However, the bliss of finding the one person you'll be able to depend on for the rest of your life outweighed most of the resistance your own heart had. It helped that your soulmate seemed to feel the complete opposite. He practically latched himself to your side. You couldn't blame him, hell it was endearing.

He acted exactly like how you thought you would act. As you quickly learned, he adored pet names. Darling, honey, my dear, my sweet, my love- My...

Mine

Mine.

How had you not understood sooner.

You weren't sure how long it had been since you met. Boatem had six members now, you haven't returned to what was going to be your base. You were helping Grian make some buildings in the alley, if anyone asked where your base was he you would point to the star filled cave. Barely a hour passed without him in your line of sight.

You wanted to confront him about calming down, giving you room to breathe.

"But we're soulmates, this is who we are. Please my love, just give it some more time. I promise you'll be happy." He pleaded. You believed him. After all, he loved you. He wouldn't do anything that could hurt you.

Right?

His wings have fully grown in. Gaint, sharp sheets of red and yellow and blue sturdy enough to not only allow him to glide, but skillfully fly without the need for rockets. Neither of you had elytras, he was more than strong enough to carry you through the air. Why would you need wings of your own? Why would you need what was practically a necessary for travel here?

Why would you need a source of freedom?

He was destined to be your one and only, he was destined to be your number two. He was destined to be your ride or die. He was your soulmate. Why were you pushing back against his companionship? You were built for each other.

This is what soulmates are. Two people merging their lives into an unseparatable sludge. That was his view of it anyways. Your lives were ment to be one, completely indistinguishable.

So stop talking to people that he wasn't.

Stop visiting places he wasn't.

Stop leaving the base without telling him.

Stop being anything other than his soulmate.

Finding your soulmate was supposed to fulfill a person. Make them complete. Make them love the idea of living forever with someone just as much as they loved that someone themself.

Soulmates were supposed to make people happy.

But you weren't happy.

...

Maybe... maybe if go along with this all for just a little longer... maybe you'll learn to be happy with your forever. Maybe this forever will end, and the better one will present itself. One where you can still be with your soulmate. After all, nothing lasts forever.

...Right?

#Shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #tw. yandere #c: grian #grian x reader

Grian & Enderdragon Child!Reader [Headcanons]

(Fluff Request: Halllo it’s 2 am and I just had a thought, So you know how Grian decided he wanted the dragon egg this season. Well I thought it would be cute if Grian now had a baby enderdragon hybrid child to raise. Headcannons would be nice but if your not feeling it that’s fine I just wanted to share. Now let’s see if I can get some sleep.)

I'm not the best at writing parental stuff so hopefully this is good, really liked the concept

So what do you get when you mix a parrot who wants to make another game and an egg that's not as dormant as it's supposed to be?

Short answer, you

Grian was gathering the materials for the sign up booth for his newest tag game when the egg started to move on its own

After almost half an hour of panicking there was a tiny dragon hybrid in his lap who had immediately decided his wings were an amazing toy

Needless to say he had no idea what to do

The only thing he could think of was getting help from the other boatem members

Turns out, they had no idea how to care for a dragon either (what a surprise)

The only thing to come out of the meeting was "Guess you're a dad, congratulations"

As well as Scar being a tad bit disappointed that the egg touching shenanigans were over

It was all a gaint learning experience

Some fun facts he learned:

Dragon hybrids grow up alot faster than normal

Toddlers don't have the best control over their fire breath

You're a great weapon to threaten Mumbos whole "peace love and plants" deal

You definitely take after alot of his trouble maker tendencies

Which naturally means that his builds take alot longer to complete

Flying lessons? Flying lessons.

Even though flying with dragon wings isn't the exact same as flying with bird wings

Big "Oh god there's two of them" energy

"Whose idea was it to let him raise a dragon?"

"His I think-"

#shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: grian #btw better writers how the hell do you end headcanons

They be Groovin' [Grian x Reader]

(Fluff, Request: remember how we discussed that bird hybrids dance when music discs are played? maybe something like that with grian? -👑 who is down bad for the pesky bird)

One: thank you for letting me keep this title lol, Two: this was very nice and simple to write, didn't have to work out much plot. Sweet and short one

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Things always moved fast, and as of right now Boatem was a shining example. Train tracks and entire mountains rose from nothing overnight, you would be forgiven for wanting to take a moment to stop and breathe.

Enter you and dear builder. While you were both were accustomed to the fast paced nature of your home, it wasn't as if it didn't get a tad overwhelming at times. Your own projects in an attempt to keep up had left little room for quality time, something you weren't keen letting continue for much longer.

Grian was usually the one to come popping out of some corner with something fun to distract you from whatever you were doing. It's only fair you repay the favor. You had just got your hands on a couple of disks, and you were more than willing to part with a single dimond.

That evening was a welcome break from construction and business. Dancing wasn't something that parrots were forced to do in the company of music, but it was closer to strong nudge. A nudge that in the quiet privacy of the work in progress ally, he didn't really mind giving in to.

Spinning around in the dimly glowing was certainly something neither of you want to forget for a long time. You two are not the best dancers, but it's not as if either of you gave a crap about that right now. Between laughing over every wrong step and gently rocking whenever you slowed down, any sort of skill or lack thereof was not something on your minds.

By the time that the black sky had been hanging over you for far longer than you would've normally stayed up to see, you had played every track you brought multiple times a piece. When you realized just how much time had past, the moon stood as a clear sign that morning wasn't too far in the future.

So instead of sleeping, you finished off the long yet incredibly short night by finding a spot on the mountain where the monsters wouldn't be able to reach you, and traced countless patterns into the stars. Dozens of new constellations were named that day. Most of which you'll never remember.

Though it shouldn't be a surprise that after a while of laying next to someone who has a habit of covering you with his wings as if they were a blanket, that only half an hour before sunrise you were both fast asleep. Snuggled up in ball for anyone flying overhead to find.

You could get used to taking some time off a little more often.

#shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: grian

Sleepy Hermit Headcanons

Fluff, No one asked for this but I will still present my daydreaming, no I'm not touch starved what are y'all talking about also thank you to the discord when I asked who to add, only to name like half of the whitelist. There are many more I want to be soft with in the hopefully near future so this is probably just a part one

Includes: Grian, Bdubs, Doc, Ren, Xisuma (Seprate)

Grian---

Aprently macaws sleep for 12 hours so yeah, goodluck waking up early with a bird boy resting after a day filled with heavy lifting

Will lay on top of you solely to make you completely disappear under his wings like a gaint colorful blanket

You can tell when he's finally waking up because he'll start nuzzling into you while making a bunch of chirping noises

It's adorable but dammit you woke up like three hours ago can you please move-

You've gotten into the habit of smoothing over his hair and feathers while waiting

Which, you can guess from the louder chirping that he enjoys it

Bdubs---

Goodluck having any sort of inconsistent sleep schedule, it might as well be a competitive sport with him

No matter what you're doing the minute the sun's touches the horizon you're gonna get dragged to the softest bed ever rather you want it or not

Uses you as pillow, it's impossible to get up without waking him up. Wake him up and you're being clung to and begged to go back to sleep

In the morning he's almost always awake before you. So you wake up with the positions switched, your head on his chest

He's still trying to keep you asleep as long as possible, at least you've gotten a proper night's rest

Doc---

It was a little awkward at first, metal arm, centaur body and all. But you found out how to make things work

Loves curling around you, crushing you into his chest, pressing your face into his furr, the whole thing

He's always making sure the blanket keeps the cold metal off your skin. You don't really mind it but he keeps doing it anyways

He hisses alot in his sleep, and if your crash course in creeper behavior served you right it's his equivalent of purring. It's sweet to think he feels that safe and relaxed with you

Being squished against his chest also means you can hear the soft tick of cybernetics alongside his heartbeat

Ren---

Part two of how in the world is it this comfort to cuddle with you you're like half metal-

You've woken up in some really weird positions to avoid the ol' steel pillow his chest and arm are

He's on the colder side, loves to bury his face in your neck. Not ideal (for you lol) during the winter, but at least he likes using you as a hot water bottle

Okay this was inevitable, ear scratches the puppy loves them. Will fight sleep just to keep enjoying the sritches

Talks in his sleep alot, the amount of storylines you've pieced together from his broken dialog is incredible

Xisuma---

Very half and half with who drags who away for some well deserved rest. At this point you might as well start keeping score

If you're the one getting him to bed then you often have to remind him that armor probably isn't the most comfortable pajamas for either of you-

If he's the one to get you in bed then he likes to mess with your hair as you drift off. That and little kisses. You of course return the gesture when it's you putting him to sleep

Has tried to get you to sleep with a group of axolotls. It was an... interesting experience. Napping in a pond isn't exactly your speed

Mornings are really sweet though, you'll both spend a while together chatting about the upcoming day while dozing off, the colder it is the longer it takes for either of you to get up

#shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: grian #c: bdubs #c: doc #c: ren #c: xisuma

Welsknight & Dsmp!Reader [Headcanons]

(Hurt/comfort, Request: Can we get some of that sweet etho or welsknight content with a dsmp! Reader? Like maybe one or both found them when they arrived in hermitcraft? Could be a platonic yandere with trauma teen reader being adopted? Thank you! It’s hard to find anything with them in it)

Going back to my roots with hermit x dsmp reader lol. Wels's first appearance on the blog was the request for this so that's pretty neat. (Reader is implied to be a to be a teen, so this is platonic) Tw. Vague mentions of past truma, fear of abandonment

It looks like you've truly won the lottery

Not only did you manage to weasel out of the lowest layer of hell, but you had found an amazing group of people willing to both hide you and help pull you through the recovery bond to follow your hardships

Another mark on the good luck chart, they were moving to their newest world. An event that they had told you happens about every year

AND you weren't the only new "Hermit" as they called themselves, even if you were now the youngest by a long shot

One of your biggest fears was that you'd be left in the dust, abandoned to figure yourself out as people who knew what they were doing went on.

It wasn't an unfounded worry since there were already communities and the beginnings of starter bases that would have taken your old peers months to make popping up

Thankfully you found someone who you could feel some what comfortable sticking around

You don't know exactly what got you to choose the soft-spoken knight or more accurately, what made him immediately decide to be the one you could go to, but you weren't complaining

Very patient as you're getting used to your new home

It was nice that his island was fairly secluded, it made everything alot less overwhelming

Offered to spar with you once, never did again because you fight like you're in a hardcore world

Working on farms together was also a nice change of pace. Even if the actual redstone could get a little much, the more grinding, mindless tasks definitely helped get your mind off things

Even if his builds weren't the flashiest, he was still more than happy to give you some pointers when you were making your own home

Home. Hm, guess you really do live here now. Well with your knight to help you, it's a change you know you'll enjoy.

#shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: welsknight