Minecraft Oneshots and Other Stuff

Vindicator X Villager! Farmer! Reader (Taken Away P4)

Remember when I said if I get enough parts for this together, I would make it it's own book? Yeah, I'm working on that. It will have slight changes and the occasional extra chapter to flesh out the plot a bit better. I think I will publish it after the fith part got added here in this book. After that, this story will only be updated in its own book, however I will leave the initial first five parts in here. ^^

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Situation:

Johnny decided to randomly pay you a visit in the evening.... What could he want?

Second Person

Afraid to see a stranger's face, you looked up.

It was Johnny...

For a moment you couldn't do anything else than staring dumbfoundedly at his serious face.

"What's wrong? You act like you never saw me before." Johnny grumbled. "Did you forget about my existence after spending so much time with Aaron?"

You quickly shook your head, not wanting to upset him. You two were alone, he could do Notch knows what with you, and no one would notice.

"O-Of course not, Johnny!"

He made a 'hrm' sound and closed the door behind him.
"Maybe I should watch over you sometime again... Anyway, that's not why I'm here. Aaron says you keep working til you almost drop."

That caught you by surprise. He seemed slightly upset. Was it bad that you did? It couldn't be, right...?

"Y-yeah I-I do... Is that a-a problem...?"

He furrowed his brows in thought and walked over to your mattress, crouching down in front of you.

"Not necessarily.... Unless..." He extended a hand to grab your right wrist.

You tensed up at the sudden, cold touch and tried to keep that hand close to you. Johnny however was stronger than you (obviously) and pulled it towards him with ease, making your palm face upwards.

It had blisters from all the hard work over the past couple days. Some even were a bit bloody. Your fingers were raw from gripping that splintery hoe so much.

Upon seeing it, he furrowed his eyebrows even more. He didn't seem worried. His expression was cold as stone, but his grip softened only the slightest bit. For whatever that was supposed to mean.

"Unless your hands look like this." Johnny finished the sentence he started earlier. "Show me your other hand."

Feeling strangely guilty about that, you reluctantly showed him your left hand as well, which looked approximately the same as your right.