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On a side note i hope youre feeling better and taking care of yourself! And I hope you are able to find your cat, I know how hard the loss of a pet is and I hope you can get them back quickly and safely <3 manifesting u so much love and support

ALSO PLS do not feel obligated to do the mumbo fic esp not rn, take as much time as you need to!!

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YOUR WELCOME !!

I was so happy when I got a desert duo x reader request you don’t understand 😭

I’m so sorry that I took such a long time to respond. I was extremely sick plus my cat went missing and I’ve been just having a rough few days but I’ve finished the request so here it is !

also on another request you asked to be ⭐️ anon and yeah you can !!

I’m working on a new banner, but I can’t find my old one so I’m just gonna use one from Pinterest for now until I finish my new one

kind of out of character a little bit?

The ring was cruel.

Just a pit of sand and towering green cactus spines, but under the baking sun, it felt like the whole desert was holding its breath. The edges of the arena bristled with thorns, sharp enough to tear through armor — not that any of you had any on

It was just you, Scar, and Grian. Three red names. Three beating hearts. Two of them about to stop.

Scar grinned that disarming, too-wide grin, but there was a tremor in it. “Well, partner… guess we’re past the point of alliances, huh?”

You swallowed, sand scratching your throat. “Guess so.”

Grian didn’t speak. His eyes flicked between you both, his jaw tight. He’d been quieter as the game dragged on — calculating, maybe, or just watching his friends fall away one by one.

A gust of wind sent dust into your eyes, stinging. The moment you blinked, Scar lunged. No sword, no bow — just raw, desperate shoves and fists. You stumbled back toward the cactus, the spines snagging at your shirt.

Pain ripped across your side, hot and immediate. You shoved him away, breath ragged. He came again, hands scrabbling for your shoulders, laughter bubbling up like he could still pretend this was fun.

It wasn’t.

You caught his wrist, twisted, and drove him into the cactus wall. He shouted, thrashing, but the spines dug deep, and his health bled away faster than either of you could move. His eyes found yours in that last second — not angry, not even scared. Just… tired.

“Guess… it’s you or Grian,” he breathed, and then he was gone.

The red death message burned in the air between you and Grian.

You turned to him, chest heaving, and for a moment neither of you moved.

“Could’ve been different,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Then he rushed you. The fight was shorter than you thought it would be — your arms ached from Scar’s weight, your side still throbbed from the cactus hit. You blocked once, twice, but he got under your guard, ramming you backward into the cactus.

The pain was blinding. You heard yourself gasp, tasted copper.

Grian’s hands stayed on your shoulders just a little too long, holding you in place even as your hearts vanished.

When you fell, the last thing you saw was him standing there alone, the sun casting his shadow across the sand. The winner.

Sorry if its long and may or may not lost the point but i hope you understand, thank you beforehand!!!!!!<3

heh scar my beloved

this is kind and of short (437 words) so sorry about that. I am not good at writing long stories

also the reader Lizzie and grian are in a alliance

Title: C goodtimeswithscar x female reader universe: secret life

The sun peeked through the craggy hills of the server, casting a warm light over the messy paths and half-built structures that dotted the land. Somewhere near the spawn a familiar voice drifted through the air, full of charisma and that signature Scar charm.

“Welcome, welcome! Come one, come all! TradersScar is open for business!”

“Is he always like this?” you asked, glancing between your allies. Grian groaned dramatically.

“Unfortunately. It’s like he wakes up and chooses capitalism.”

Lizzie turned to look at you

“Capitalism and flirting, if you’re around.”

You tried (and failed) not to let the heat rise in your cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Grian snorted turning his head away as you gave him a glare

“Shut up,” you said as you reached the little build Scar had set up at the beginning of this death game

The man himself stood behind the counter 

His face lit up when he spotted you.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite trio!” he beamed. “Looking to make some deals today?”

“We’re looking for a golden apple” Lizzie said, stepping forward.

Scar’s eyes twinkled. “Lucky day I do have some. But…” He tapped his chin theatrically. “You’re not the only one interested.”

You turned just in time to see another player approaching—Joel, of course—flashing a smug grin and his enchanted diamond sword in his hand.

“I’ll trade this for it,” Joel said, holding up a diamond clearly confident 

you dug through your inventory. You held out your hand

“Only have five iron. Sorry.”

“Lame,” Joel muttered as his wife Lizzie looked at him with Deadpan look 

Scar paused, dramatically considering both options. “Hmm. A diamond is a fine offer. Very tempted But…”

He looked straight at you, and his voice softened just enough to make your heart jump.

“I think I’ll take the iron.”

Joel groaned in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Nope!” Scar said cheerfully, already tossing the golden apple over to you when your teammates “Good doing business with you.”

Grian’s mouth opened slightly in shock, as Lizzie cheered a little you smiled as you leaned forward cubbing his face in your palms and kissing his cheek without thinking. “Thanks, Scar.”

You didn’t see the way his face froze in place for a second, pink creeping up his neck.

“Let’s go!” you said quickly, grabbing Lizzie’s hand and pulling her along. Grian followed, shaking his head

Behind you, Scar stood completely still, still smiling—albeit dazed—like a man who’d just been hit by a love potion.

Joel looked between him and the trio “You’re down so bad, dude.”

ik I’m a little late to answering this but thank you so much. That’s so sweet <33

the reader is part of the cabin crew alliance btw Shiny duo if you squint hard enough

title: c grian x gn reader

summary: you come to visit your lovely boyfriend and his teammates just to accidentally die from his trap..

Universe: past life

It was a peaceful afternoon by server standards. The sun hung overhead in a golden haze, and the quiet was broken only by the occasional cough from a certain ginger head female

Gem, wrapped in a thick blanket, sat slumped beside Pearl on the porch of their base. Her voice had gone croaky and nasally after a rough few days, and she was currently sipping hot beetroot soup while Pearl kept guard over the trap-filled front lawn. Grian stood nearby, fiddling with some of the TNT and signs

“I mean, it should’ve worked,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “All the timing was right, and the TNT was rigged perfect…”

Pearl raised a brow. “Didn’t Scar walk over the pressure plates earlier, though? Didn’t blow up?”

Grian scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “Yeah, that’s the weird part! Scar strolled right across the whole thing, like—like he had some kind of plot armour the trap just fizzled! TNT blew, sure, but the sand never fell. It was like—like the trap took a nap mid-process!”

Gem coughed again “That’s because you wired it with your sleep-deprived brain, probably.”

“Excuse me,” Grian sniffed. “It was a flawless design in theory.”

“You mean like your last four traps?” Pearl teased.

“Those don’t count—!”

Hey, Grian!” a voice called brightly from across the grass.

He perked up instantly, head snapping toward the familiar sound. You were jogging toward him with a smile that could burn down empires — not that you’d ever need to. You were already his favorite person in this world, and the past ones, too.

His heart warmed at the sight of you happily walking towards him, waving. He waved back, a little too enthusiastically.

And that’s when it happened.

Your foot tapped a pressure plate, and you blinked, confused as the ground hissed beneath you.

The sand vanished. You yelped, plunging into the darkness below.

Boom.

The explosion didn’t echo long, but the silence that followed felt like it lasted a lifetime.

“Oh my god—did I just kill them?” Grian asked, his voice cracking, eyes wide in horror.

Pearl blinked. “Um.”

Gem, still wrapped in her blanket cocoon, slowly turned her head to Grian.

In the most deadpan, nasally, judgmental voice possible, she croaked, “Oh no, Grian… what did you do.”

I just— I JUST FIXED THE WIRING LAST MINUTE AS A JOKE!” Grian shouted, panic rising in his voice. “I didn’t think anyone was gonna ACTUALLY—!”

He ran over to the hole, practically tripping over himself in his haste, and dropped to his knees at the edge. Smoke still curled from the center, faint items floating in the crater from your inventory.

Grian let out the most pathetic whimper imaginable.

Pearl gently patted his shoulder. “Oof. That’s, uh… gonna be a tough conversation later.”

Gem sniffled. “Y’know… if I were them, I’d respawn just to kill you back.”

Etho who seemly come out of nowhere nodded. “Yeah. Grian trap-killing his own partner might be the most the villains thing that’s ever happened.”

Grian just give Etho a Deadpan look

——————

Scar was locked in an intense battle.

Not with a mob, not with another player.

But with a crafting table.

“Okay… sticks go here… and the string goes… no, no, that’s a fishing rod. Ugh! Why does it always look like a fishing rod?!” he groaned, dragging the string around wildly. “C’mon, I just want to make a bow! A bow, not a net for fish feelings!”

Suddenly — poof You respawned in your bed with the soft chime of re-entry.

Scar didn’t even turn around at first. “Hey, welcome back! Wait—were you even gone? Or am I losing it again? Etho says I’m always losing it but I think I’m just—”

He finally turned.

You were sitting up slowly on the bed, disheveled, skin still slightly singed around the edges, bits of gravel in your hair. Your eyes were wide, staring at nothing. You hadn’t even looked at him.

“…What just happened,” you said, voice soft, almost dazed.

Scar blinked. “Uhhh. That’s a big question. Like—philosophically?”

You didn’t answer.

Just sat there.

Still not looking at him.

Scar gently set the half-bow-half-fishing-rod monstrosity aside, slowly approaching like someone trying not to spook a wild animal. “Did… someone kill you?”

A beat.

Then, finally, you turned toward him.

Face blank.

Voice completely flat.

“Grian did.”

Lizzie with little sibling!Reader, obviously platonic,, also headcanons please ^^

Mabye how reader copies lizzie's hairstyles or taken some personality traces from lizzie??: 3

That's all and i really love your theme <33

—Mitu

I love this request so much Lizzie was my childhood, my glorious queen and also thank you I love your theme too :3 !

Also, Joel is mentioned a little bit

title: C lDShadowLady/Lizzie x gn sibling reader Universe: empires SMP

enjoy !!

Lizzie treats you like her baby, Constantly calling you “my tiny baby sibling” or “my little axolotl,” no matter how many times you protest

You absolutely adore Lizzie’s long pink hair and always try to copy her styles—braids, ponytails, flower crowns—you name it

Sometimes she’ll catch you fiddling with your hair to look like hers and she’ll kneel down and offer to style it for you properly

She once made matching flower crowns for both of you out of pink and yellow flowers (Lizzie’s flower crown in last life reference) Now you refuse to take yours off unless absolutely necessary

You’ve picked up Lizzie’s dramatic flair and sometimes announce things in an overly regal voice just like she does

Her sass? Oh yeah—you’ve learned from the best. You once roasted fwhip And his salmon and she was so proud (Joel was too)

You mimic her silly gestures, her giggle, and even the way she struts around her kingdom with exaggerated confidence.

The two of you prank the other rulers together. You usually play the “innocent one” who distracts the target while Lizzie sets the trap.

She 100% uses your sibling bond to guilt-trip you into doing things. “Would you really let your one and only sister carry all these coral blocks alone?!”

You help her name her axolotls, and she once let you name one after yourself

Lizzie is the first to cheer you on when you try anything new, clapping and shouting dramatically

She keeps a little locket with a picture of you her and her husband joel in it