Hermitcraft x Reader

Cub - Drabble - Fool-proof

Contains: Fluff, fireworks (no one was harmed)
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Slowly the swing sways in the breeze, leaves rustling. A peaceful day for finishing your book, you hope.
The sun glows bright in the sky above, gaps in the leaves illuminating the words on your page, as if by magic.

Your eyes hastily move from word to word, the ending is so close you can feel it. Not only do you get to finish this book, but you get to start the next, which is the most exciting part.

Over the sound of the action you're imagining in the book you head a distant pop, then a bang. Your eyes drift over the top of the page and towards the open valley where your husbands factory sits.
The popping continues, some whistles and whirring, and the occasional fizz.

You glance down at your book, you have only pages to go.. but they'll have to wait.
Quickly you place in the bookmark, stand and leave the book on your seat.
"I won't be long." You mumble to the book as you take to the air, soaring towards the factory.

The sounds have stopped by the time you reach the entrance, the doors opening just as you land.
Smoke and colours of all kinds pour out of the opening, causing you to step back before you breathe it all in.

Out from the clouds of dye steps a figure, one you recognise but only by shape.
"I thought this place was fool-proof." You cross your arms, watching as one figure becomes two.

"I said it was fool-proof, but not Scar-proof."
You take a few more steps back, both men coming further forward and well out of the dust zone.
"I just wanted to try a few new premium HotGuy combinations." Through the gunpowder and dye you can see the look on Scar's face, he looks guilty, yet so proud at the same time.

"It's safe to say they work, a little too well." Cub giggles.
"Seems so." You can't help but smile a little, proud of your partners amalgamation of machines regardless.

"Look at the state of us," Scar laughs, "man that's going to be some clean up." His smirk drops and suddenly he's completely serious, "Good luck lovebirds!"
Then he's in the air, flying towards home.

You shake your head, laughing a little anyway.
You finally take a second to take Cub in completely, his hair is a mess, jacket singed in some places and full of holes in others, and he's various colours from head to toe.

"I hope you know that dye isn't coming out of that coat." He nods.
"Ah well, it was stained anyway. Maybe I should make a display for it." He smiles. Cub does love a good display.

"Sounds like a plan, you can call it "HotGuy certified unsafe'"
"That's a terrible name and you know it." He smiles. It really is.

"Naming and displaying isn't my thing, that's why I have you, you're the expert after all." Even with dye and gunpowder covering most of his body you can still see him blush at your compliment.
Such a clever man, but so easy to take down with positivity.

"I'm also an expert at covering everything in dye." With that he moves towards you, so fast you don't have time to dodge his hug.
"Come on." You laugh, sweeping his leg out from under him and sending the both of you tumbling onto the grass.

"You're going to stain my coat!" Cub laughs, laying on the ground beside you.
"Grass stains we can get out. Not that I'm sure you'd even notice against the new technicolor design." You laugh with him.

The two of you stare up at the sky, the trail of smoke and dye from the factory obvious but starting to fade away.
You reach for his hand, noting how dusty it feels compared to normal.

Once again the day is peaceful, messy.. but peaceful.
You're here, in the moment with a somehow unharmed Cub, but no book. That would complete the scenario, but this is good too.
Just you, Cub, and a whole bunch of colours.

The moment passes, you turn your head to look at Cub.
He looks at you.

"What?" He asks.
"You know we're still going to have to clean the factory, right?." He pouts.
"That's a lot of work, honestly I like this better."

You smile softly at Cub, both of you turning your attention back to the sky.
Peace, chaos, peace, chaos. That's the nature of being with Cub.
You let the thought of scrubbing down the factory slip from your mind, Cub's hand gently squeezing yours.

Cleaning can wait.
Reading can wait.
For now, all you want to do is enjoy the sound of the wind gently swirling around you and Cub.