Someone Special (Minecraft Hostile mobs x reader)

Chapter 1

You grew up in a fairly quiet household. You don't remember too much from your childhood beside the feeling of dark amber eyes burning into yours and loud voices yelling to one another.

"We keeping her?" a voice asked. The voice belonged to a young witch, his dark violet eyes meeting yours. The older witch, the one who'd picked you up from the front porch, nodded numbly in return. "It appears that we have no choice with this one. The others have gone through this, and now it's our turn to carry the burden."

Baby (Y/N) had just woken up and was staring curiously up at the elder witch. The elder witch stared back, his face devoid of emotion. "Dad, can I hold her?"

Nodding down at his son, the elder witch leaned down and gently handed his son the baby.

The young witch, a curious little thing by the name of Harry, held you tightly in his arms. Softly bringing his hand forward, he brought it closer and closer to your face until... boop. He booped your nose. You, in turn, crinkled it and started whining. Harry laughed a genuine, soft laugh, before rushing you upstairs to his room to play.

"Son, wait. We still have to name the little nuisance."

A name settled atop Harry's lips and it spilled before he could stop himself. "Joy. I wish to name her Joy." The elder witch, Eilliam, simply shrugged and waved Harry along. "Joy it is, then."

In general, you grew up fairly happy, just like your namesake. You were a bubbly girl and constantly went around pestering the father and son. Eilliam would huff and ignore your usual antics, while Harry would smile and tease you back, normally by gently tugging on your hair and softly flicking your forehead. It took a while, but you did eventually get Eilliam to warm up to you.

He was a stern guardian and an even sterner teacher. Discipline was key and he valued hard work and ethics over everything else. He began to teach you the ins and outs of potion-making as well (you weren't nearly as good as Harry, Harry was a downright natural, but you weren't terrible either - Eilliam appreciated your ability to memorize and pick up on things quickly.)

They taught you everything you needed to know about how to survive on your own. Now and then, Harry and you went to go out camping and exploring and would practice surviving nights outside of the home. It wasn't hard for Harry, considering he's been doing this all his life, but it was a whole new experience for you. You were human and they were witches. Because of that, they constantly trained you in outdoor activities and survival, knowing that this would help you when you grew older and more independent.

Over time, they ended up growing very protective over you and would monitor you where ever you went. You didn't complain though - they only wanted you to stay safe.

You trained in hand to hand combat with them (you'd lose quite a bit, but that pushed you to grow stronger) and they'd taught you the "fine art of potion-making" - Eilliam's words, not yours. And they were based on this other famous witch called Snape or something like that. Eilliam was a huge fan of him.

You weren't advanced enough to make your own potions quite yet, but you knew the basic potions - like the regeneration potion, the fire resistance potion, the potion of swiftness, the potion of leaping, the potion of night vision, and the potion of invisibility. Those were the most important ones for survival.

You spent your mornings' training and learning combat abilities, your afternoons fooling around with Harry, and your evenings learning potion-making. It was a peaceful young life, and you found yourself showing respect and love for the two supposedly 'hostile' mobs who had taken you in and cared for you.

You saw nothing hostile about them - rather, you saw a loving family who would do anything to protect the ones they love. Even if it means throwing harming potions to get themselves out of the way of danger - and that was fine with you. In your book, that was self-defense. And self-defense is always encouraged.

Although you hadn't met the other mobs yet, you were sure that they were the same way - loving and sweet but misunderstood.

You couldn't wait to go out into the world on your own to meet these other mobs and make your destiny.