hey hey— i loved the angsty c!grian x reader fic (the newest one you uploaded, i mean), and was wondering if you'd do a sequel for it? not forced, obviously
as for a plot, that's entirely up to you!! i don't have any ideas atm so feel free to write whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
thanks in advance if you do this !! /gen
Hi there! Thanks for the request! I had a bit of inspiration strike, so I hope you enjoy! The anon's talking about this fic!
Regrets Are Sweet (But My Heart is Stronger)
c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)
Summary: You’ve moved on, but he doesn’t know.
Notes: Angsty, unrequited love (but reversed this time :3), could be read as mild yandere. The server that the reader has moved to is left up to you, pick your favorite!
This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.
“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.
Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.
<Grian has joined the game.>
Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.
Soon, another message came through:
<Grian whispered to you: Y/N! Where are you?>
It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.
<You whispered to Grian: Don’t come to me. I’ll meet you at spawn.>
His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?
When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.
“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”
You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”
He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”
“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”
Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”
Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”
“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”
“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”
Turning, you began to leave.
“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”
You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”
His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”
It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”
And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”
Turning once again, you didn’t hear any further pleads he may have made. Pulling out your communicator, you tabbed over to the map and began to return home.
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Im going to be completely frank with you all... and admit that I read these options and wasn't sure how to take this chart,,, so uh. Under the cut is Another Version. I'd apologize but I've given you the option to keep scrolling ¯\_(・・)_/¯
(If you notice characters missing on Kim's side, I probably figured she doesn't know who they are lol)
For the record,,, if they *wanted* me to pull their hair-- *is shot several times before I can continue*
Uhh Matthew is here because I have been converted fully on he/him or enby lesbian Matthew I think. He lives in my brain rent free now, very gender. I'd pull his hair but also I think he mostly just deserves to have it played with nicely.
And Scott's here because 1) I enjoy trans Scott, 2) Kim Pine Brain Rot possibly, 3) idk he's like,, the exception. God damnit, I've fallen for the inexplicable Scott Pilgrim Effect. What the fuck--
I did think about doing this chart like everyone was actually applicable to my tastes, but even if they were I think the ones I didn't put up would have to fall on the caress side bc I just don't feel that way abt them lol.
Again, not to say that's the case for the gals over on that side,,, I just think I would want to be gentle w them shxkdjsdhbd with the exception for Lynette who probably deserves to have her hair pulled, but again I fear she would Hurt Me,,, but maybe in a fun way,,,
Anyway No One Look At Me....
(,, also,,, Ramona is so far over bc I think she would enjoy it,, otherwise she'd be closer to Kim in that section. Same thing w Roxie)
If anyone actually looks at this version, I'm not opposed to doing a version like this for Kim btw! Just ask for it so I feel like I'm not just Dropping This and scurrying away
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TIME TO FUND HOW TO KILL GODS & MAKE FRIENDS!
do YOU want a novel about witches, psychics, youkai, demons, magic, and a lot of gay people?! OF COURSE YOU DO. so let’s go on this publishing journey together!
no, this isn’t a kickstarter, this is a gofundme - i do not have the time or resources to dedicate to a kickstarter right now (hence needing the gofundme!). moreover, we’re not kickstarting the novel since it’s already written...? maybe we’ll kickstart the oracle card deck later
DEETS:
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look, the book’s finished. i wanna get it out to you. but i can’t just slap some Graphic Design Is My Passion on this baby and throw it onto the kindle store. because amazon sucks ass*. we need some sweet currency to throw at various bits of the industry before we can all take witchy selfies with what was once haikyuu fandom’s most famous and longest witchy novel. the surrealism can’t be beat!
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let’s get this book out, y’all. let’s start this series and let’s get to a point where i don’t have to scream into my fists about the ocs and changes to the plot that i’ve been exceedingly excited about sharing.
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He just needs to hold on a little longer.
Right now, Sigma is a nobody. He has no home, no family, no life - and that's given birth to a loneliness that he's sure no-one else in this world can fully understand. Even the name he gave himself still feels strange in his thoughts; on his tongue. But what does it matter? No matter where he goes, it's always the same. People use him again and again, manipulating and hurting him for their own ends, because that's the nature of this world. Use or be used.
But Fyodor has promised him a home. ...Sigma is no fool. He's sure any other ordinary person would laugh at him for believing in the words of a terrorist - but those people could never understand his desperation. Even if it's all a lie, no matter what he has to do to attain it... isn't this his only chance? Is it really too much to ask for a place to belong?
The Casino doesn't exist, not yet, so no-one on these streets recognizes Sigma. Even if his appearance makes him stand out from the crowd, no-one seems to be paying him much attention, all too busy with their own lives and worries. Instead, Sigma is the one to stop short as he notices a child standing still on the street - and what strikes him before anything else is the two contrasting tones of their hair, just like Sigma's own.
It creates a strange, uncanny sensation in him. It's not uncomfortable, but it's distracting enough that it takes him a moment to realize the more concerning absence of the child's guardian. ...It's not his problem, but they suddenly notice him staring, and so Sigma is suddenly forced to speak-
"Ah... Are you alone?"
@theircurse
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@herhaunts ;; starter call
" apple? " she wanted it to come out as if she was just offering from the goodness of her heart, for no specific reason. some kind of olive branch of sorts, though the two had nary a word shared between them before. they shared classes together but they didn't exactly run with the same crowds. emma wasn't popular, not in the slightest. she tried talking to the in-crowd but it never moved past her saying hello. but, eating lunch by herself, she noticed things. it was people watching or reading for her, and one thing she noticed day to day was chrissy. the fact she seemed to talk more than she noshed.
maybe it was just that it wasn't peak eating time for athletes, or something. emma was never able to really be athletic to know, but she does know the telltale signs of exhaustion and overexertion. chrissy seemed to fit the bill for most after practices. so, emma decided to break the ice between the two.
" it's not poisoned, i promise. i'm not an evil stepmother nor do i have magic powers. i do have a mean witch cackle, though. "
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hmmm sineater au for thanced :D
Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿
He was fine. Even as he grew ill, it was fine.
That was what he had told them in life-- insisted, really. The guilt was eating at him from the inside out, but he was fine. There were bigger things to be worried about, after all.
No, he wasn't practically burning himself alive, the boiling presence of something more churning his guts each and every time he uttered the words: It's fine; I understand. There was more at stake than facing his own mortality, let alone all the ugliness that remained within.
As the days went by, it grew increasingly harder to turn the other cheek to the inner turmoils of the body and mind. There was the same repeating phrase that weighed at his shoulders more, and more, each time it crossed: I wish I had done more; I wish I could have done things differently. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Wishes didn't come true; Guilt ate at his heart, mind, and soul.
The transformation was sudden, but at the very least, his companions knew the signs of it when it was about to start.
Eyes were a flood of light, dripping like molten gold down his face in streams of tears to be forever branded on a marble-like visage. Three wings sprouted from his back as if bursting from a fleshy cocoon: Two on his left, and one on his right. A third eye grew from his forehead, impassive gaze blinding with light shining through it, whilst the two he already had glazed over in stone, forever doomed to shed those molten tears. Weapons were ripped from his very ribs, a mournful scream leaving his lips for one last time as bone shaped itself into a pair of deadly blades hovering at either side of him, his Gunblade morphing within his hold to be a third.
And as fast as it had happened... it had stopped. Gone was the broken man clinging to a past he couldn't go back and change, and there instead stood a mock statue of his memory, reflecting the ache and mourning once held inside.
Thancred: the Forgiven Guilt.
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