Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

[part 10]: A Daydream, or a new Nightmare?

But, once the trees had shifted their type from spruce and pine to oak and then finally to ash, they took that as a sign to take a break.

Y/n's feet were killing them thanks to the fancy dress shoes/heels that they were STILL wearing!

Oh how you wished that you could've swapped them out in Snowchester for some Uggs, sneakers or literally anything more suitable for walking! Some cruddy old hiking boots would've done your feet wonders.

Sitting in a clearing underneath the canopy of leaves and propped up against the gnarled bark of a helpful tree, you decided to open your backpack again as you caught your breath and gave you feet a break.

You didn't leave it anywhere, because, who'd entrust their most valuable and only possession to someone you barely knew? Or leave it all alone somewhere? No way in the fiery pits of H-E double hockey sticks! Being stolen from is something that will never happen to your paranoid ass. Like, Tommy and Tubbo and Ranboo were nice and all, but you gotta keep yourself safe. Actually safe.

If you recalled correctly, you had some wood from when you'd gone tree punching with Simpnap and Greg, two people you hadn't seen in what felt like goddamn forever. You did give them a passing thought, wondering how they were doing.

But, seeing time ahead of you, you took the opportunity to make yourself your first crafting bench! Or table. You felt like you'd achieved something special afterwards... and maybe you did hear a chime from somewhere in your Tardis-like bag.

it's a lot bigger on the inside... heh. That's what she said.

Mmmmh I need tools. Make sticks. were the next thoughts that floated into your consciousness, promoting you to do just that.

The diamond stacks from XD came in real handy now you needed to and wanted to survive and protect yourself, so you crafted a full set of diamond tools. Minus a hoe. You weren't going to be farming for a bit. And anyways, that's icky physical labour. Ew.

Oh wait, I have no hoes now. Aw shucks. Guess I'll have to collect a few!

And, just as you thought such a thought, a rustle came from a nearby bush. The noise causing you to raise an eyebrow in intrigue, as you side eyed the shrubbery. Yeah. We're judging plants. Get over it.

Fairly soon after the sound cue, the bushes parted and opened to reveal a hooded figure, but this newcomer was too focused on their compass and map to see the other person in the clearing.

You wondered how long it would take for the buffoon with NO sheath for their sword to notice you. In all honesty, you didn't want to have to interact with someone stupid enough to let their very sharp blade hang around freely. It was a total health hazard! And that was you saying that, considering how many times stuff you'd made had blown up in your face.

After all, you could see exactly what kind of sword they were wielding, everything about it, from the size to the shape! Now that you thought about it, you did have a ton of netherite in your backpack from XD, but couldn't see any recipes in your crafting book that required it. Maybe this wacko had a book detailing how to do it. Or, maybe you'd need to place that crafting table. Most likely both.

Maybe you could just... y'know, knock them out, rob them of their book and leave them with a scabbard for the sword. It'd be a fair enough exchange, wouldn't it? A concussion and a scabbard for a measly book.