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

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

Leather. And, it was perfect timing. The sheath was made within a minute, after all, you'd been able to make it back home, so why couldn't you do so here?

Señor Verde appeared to stare at you while you crafted, of course having placed down your crafting table. After all, 2x2 is way inferior to 4x4! What? You get bigger numbers. Stonks.

He seemed to mutter something under his breath as you removed your 'borrowed' coat and tied it around your waist. But anyways, what's he judging for? At least you looked good in your formal wear. Not like a certain booger man.

"Right, here you go. A sheath to stop you being a hazard to yourself and society, and it comes with a side of Golden Apples." you joked, putting the scabbard down on the crafting table alongside the grapples. 

Sour Candy Cough Drop levelled his mask to at least convey the fact that he was staring at Y/n...

Wait, maybe I should stop with these weird names...

Nah. I won't. Until he tells me his name. I guess.

A pale hand reaches out to the sheath, and it vanishes into his inventory. Y/n still hadn't got used to that aspect of this world. Shortly, the apples meet the same fate.

Sir Newly-Sheathed actually immediately wears his new gear, his sword fitting comfortably, the sight prompting him to drop a dog-eared and fairly thick book onto the crafting table.

"The section for netherite crafting is marked out." He states bluntly, his hands moving to adjust the bottom of his hoodie a little, seeming almost nervous. Y/n's eyes light up at this, blustering out a quick thank you before they get to copying, a pen so miraculously appearing in their bag.

His handwriting was quite easy to read, or at least, and more/less  legible than Y/n's own. Although, due to being an inventor they had a habit of scrawling what they were trying to write down.

Within a few minutes, which were largely silent and spent with Y/n crouched next to the crafting table, laser focused on the task at hand. Which was much unlike them. They did only tend to focus on things they cared about.

Emerald Skittle boy was mostly just stood there, masked face facing the h/c'd person in front of him.

They're... strange. And they don't know who I am.

The others would've shown no mercy... wouldn't have hesitated to get a one up on me.

Yet all they want is crafting recipes?

Nobody else would have cared about the sheath... huh.

He didn't really know how to label this stranger. They reminded him of... well, a combination of the guys. Sapnap's general goofiness, George's kindness and Q's sarcasm. They reminded him of when things were just as simple as finding a sheep to shear for a bed or picking where you'd plan to build your house.

The better times. Before all of the politics and wars got in the way. He couldn't deny he missed that.

As Y/n dotted their last 'i' and closed the recipe book, pushing the book back to its owner.