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jellieland · 5 months

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"Well, that was fun!" says Jimmy.

"Oh, was it?" says Grian, grumpily. He's on top of the mountain, assessing the damage from Martyn's end crystal. It's blown up part of the bed shrine, which might actually be more of a loss than the twenty-two hearts of damage it did to him. "You did seem to be enjoying making me do completely ridiculous stuff, don't think I didn't notice that."

"It was pretty funny though," says Jimmy. "Remember when you got Cleo and Etho to spin in circles for no reason?"

"...Okay, that was pretty funny," Grian admits.

"Ooh, and when you got them to do the zombie dance," says Jimmy.

Grian shakes his head. "I can't believe no one said anything." He frowns at the place where the wolf spawner used to be.

"Yeah, pretty crazy right?" says Martyn.

Grian spins round and flinches back, letting out a shriek.

Martyn is leaning casually up against one of the trees, watching him. "Honestly Grian, I think maybe you need to reevaluate your life if Timmy controlling all your actions didn't set off any red flags with anyone," he says.

"You couldn't have let me know that was coming, Tim?" asks Grian, exasperated, staring up into the empty sky.

Jimmy is quiet for a moment longer than Grian expected. "Say hello to Martyn," he says.

"You know I don't have to do what you say anymore, right?" says Grian. "I'm fact, maybe I'll do the opposite of what you say."

"Hey, no!" cries Jimmy.

Martyn makes a quiet noise, and Grian's gaze snaps back to him. "Oh no, don't let me interrupt," he says airily.

Grian clears his throat. "...Hey, Martyn," he says awkwardly.

"Hello, Martyn," says Jimmy softly, as though Martyn will be able to hear him.

"Hello," says Martyn. He looks around, up into the sky. "Timmy still about, then?"

"Maybe," says Grian. "Why? I'm not about to pass notes for your tearful reunion, if that's what you're here for."

"Aww," says Jimmy. "Why not?"

"No," says Martyn. "You need to get rid of him."

"Hey!" cries Jimmy. "Wait, what-"

"Whatever this is," continues Martyn, "it needs to stop."

"It's not up to me," says Grian, narrowing his eyes. "I don't see what you're so upset about, though."

"You don't?" says Martyn, coolly. "Look at you. Like you're dragging his corpse around to parade before the entire server."

"I am not!" snaps Grian. "And frankly I resent the suggestion!"

"Oh yeah?" says Martyn. "What do you think you were doing, then?"

Grian glares at him. "A task!"

"Right, yeah, course." Martyn glares back. "And why'd you think the session was so calm, huh?"

Grian frowns, thrown off. "I- Wait, what?"

"What do you mean, what?" snaps Martyn. "You're the one who brought the canary back to haunt us!"

"Haunt me, you mean! And anyway, he didn't even die first this time, that was Lizzie."

"It's not just about dying first," says Martyn. "It's about what comes after. He dies, and then it all goes wrong. Everything falls apart."

"I don't know, dude, I'm doing alright." Grian shrugs.

"And then he comes back," continues Martyn pointedly, "and on a server full of reds and yellows, not a single person properly dies. You don't think that's weird?"

Grian considers, but not for long. "I don't know," He crosses his arms. "I think you're just twisting the narrative to suit what you think it should be."

"Oh, really?" Martyn scoffs. "And what does Jimmy think?"

Grian rolls his eyes. "Alright fine, Timmy, what do you think?"

There is silence.

"...Tim?" says Grian.

There is more silence.

"Well?" asks Martyn, eventually.

"I think he's gone," says Grian.

"Gone," says Martyn flatly.

"Yep," says Grian, suddenly nervous.

"Gone?" Martyn raises his voice. He looks up to glare at the clouds. "Are you serious?"

"Look," says Grian. "I don't know what you actually wanted to talk about, but-"

"Really? I had one person! One!" Martyn shouts at the sky. "And you took him, too? He was dead before! He was already dead, and then you gave him to someone else, and then you took him, again?!"

Grian shifts nervously. He's not entirely sure that Martyn's talking to him, but- "I didn't do it on purpose! It's a task, Martyn, come on! It's random chance!"

Martyn turns abruptly to look back at Grian. "It's not random." He says. His hand goes to his sword, and Grian suddenly feels rather unsafe. "It's not random. It's never random."

"Okay," says Grian, slowly inching back and away. That doesn't sound right, but it doesn't seem like the time to argue.

"You think this isn't planned?" snaps Martyn. "You think this isn't just more and more ways to mess with us? Over and over and over again?"

Grian think they mess with themselves pretty well already, but he isn't about to say that right now. He opens his mouth to respond, and-

"Grian?" Cleo's voice—oh, thank goodness. Cleo's voice carries up from the base below. "You alright up there?"

Martyn and Grian make eye contact.

"I'm good, Cleo! Could use some help, though, if you want to come up?" calls Grian.

"Kay, be there in a minute!" Cleo shouts.

Martyn narrows his eyes. "I'll see you at the end," he murmurs. "This won't last much longer."

"Probably not," Grian replies, just as quiet. "It never does."

Martyn turns to go.

Before he leaves, Grian sighs. "Jimmy told me to say hello," he says, some foolish sense of obligation forcing out the words.

Martyn pauses, but doesn't look back. After a moment, he vanishes into the trees.

Grian looks at the aftermath of the exploded end crystal. The broken shrine. The scars on his hands.

"It never does last," he says again. "Not when people do stuff like that."

#secret life spoilers #secret life smp #jimmy solidarity #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #my writing

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mochiwrites · 24 days

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have anything new to add for the secret husband au 👀

👀 we’ve kinda touched on season 6 a bit here and there, but why not dedicate a whole response to it :3c

I think season 6 is their softest season. not that they aren’t ridiculously soft and loving in other seasons because they definitely are. but season 6… they’ve been reunited after two long and very difficult years. grian’s got some trauma, scar’s got some fears. they have to relearn one another

and it starts small. they have dinner together a lot. scar takes grian out on dates. grian builds his first ever nest in scar’s lil pirate cave. they spend a lot of nights just… together

the first time they go flying together is amazing, so breathtaking. scar hasn’t seen grian look so happy like that in a while, he looks at peace in the sky

scar is there when grian struggles with himself and his place on the server, there to pick him up and hold him close

season 6 is also the first time where scar preens grian’s wings <3 there’s a… lot that they learn that night, whoops

I think a few of the hermits come up to grian and thank him. they mention how upset scar was, how bad he was doing before grian came along. and they’re genuinely grateful because scar is so cheerful and bright, and he’s doing much better. and when grian sees scar later he all but tackles him and smothers him in love (and also apologizes for being gone for so long, that scar was that bad without him)

and the prank war!!!! concorp may be supplying supplies to both sides, but we all know scar is g team. he listens to grian plan pranks and builds and offers his own input, helps build on his ideas. he’s also totally shown his bias in giving g team stuff that team star doesn’t get :p

sahara vs concorp is fun too. when they do that prank with the sand, scar comes home covered in it. and he does quite a bit of complaining. face plants right into grian’s lap with a loud whine of “griiiian” while his pesky husband just laughs at him and starts to brush some of the excess sand out of his hair. and— “something wrong, scar?” “sand? really? sand?! cub and I spent hours cleaning it up!” “aw, poor baby. sahara had to send a message somehow!” “you couldn’t have, I don’t know, used signs?!” “where’s the fun in that?” “griiiiiii sand is so coarse! and it gets literally everywhere!” “ah, but a small price to pay for competition in business”

and demise??? oh my goodness demise. grian has a field day with teasing scar when he dies. and they have to set ground rules “no scar you cannot kill me when we’re sleeping in the same bed or nest. husband time is sacred time, demise does not exist in our home.” scar is over the moon when grian joins the dead team because they can scheme together and be menaces with one another

also with the area 77 stuff, grian Definitely tried to flirt with scar in order to get into that big building where his time machine was being kept. we’re talking the whole pushing up against the wall (a funny thing to do when your husband is like a foot and then some taller than you) and grian’s leaning in to whisper “don’t suppose you could let me into that there building, mm? just for a few minutes?”

scar is a Strong, Strong man in that moment

I don’t think they talk about what exactly happened with the watchers for a good bit into season 6. of course they have a small talk initially, one where grian kinda explains what happened with evo. but he never goes into the nitty gritty. just implies things for scar to pick up on. and it’s not until it’s been a long good while that grian ever mentions the watchers and what they did to him. scar never pushes, just sits and waits until grian is ready to talk and open up. and he tells grian as much multiple times

#mochi speaks #secret husbands au

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hmshermitcraft · 3 months

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When Mumbo joined Hermitcraft, he brought with him a large collection of flavoured teas. Peppermint, ginger, baked apple, you name it, he probably had it. Most were tea bags but some were loose leaf, the kind that could only be brewed with the utmost care and consideration.

“Well, you must like your tea then, Mumbo.” Someone says, and he responds with,

“I only take chamomile or breakfast tea.” He answers with a simple smile, proceeding to close the cupboard to his collection and not offer anyone any.

Eventually, as he and the other hermits get closer and as more join, he slowly begins to share his teas with others. Never the loose leaf, mind you, but the flavoured tea bags were often offered to hermits who visited or on the coldest nights of winter to any member who needed it.

Then the news of Evo reached Hermitcraft, and it stopped. His tea cupboard was locked and sealed with redstone. Anyone who requested tea was refused as Mumbo began hiding himself away entirely. Until he hears that Xisuma is going to leave with other admins to fight the watchers.

When he finds him, this is the first time they’d seen each other in a while. “Xisuma! X! Wait!” He grips onto the armoured man, “If you find Grian, bring him here! Please!” He isn’t crying, but his eyes look bloodshot from stress and his heart is beating so hard Xisuma is sure he can hear it in his own ears.

“Well- um- Alright.” Xisuma had no clue how else to respond, but Mumbo quickly calmed down and wished him goodluck, before rushing off home again.

While the hermits waited for their admin to return, many camped out at spawn awaiting his arrival. The more days passed, the less hope they had of seeing him again.

Slowly, the other hermits began packing up their bases. Hermitcraft 6 would be starting soon, Xisuma had set it up before leaving. Everyone stopped camping at spawn except for Mumbo.

One day, a bright beam of purple appears in spawn, drawing the hermits toward it. They all watch with bated breath as two bodies step out.

The rest of the server crowds around their admin, wanting to make sure he was ok. Over their chatter, Mumbo hears Xisuma begin to introduce someone, but shouts over top.

“Everyone, this is,”

“Grian!” Mumbo shouted, darting between hermits to see his best friend.

The man, who had remained somewhere between vacant and stoic since arriving, beamed at sight of Mumbo, shouting his name in response despite his hoarse voice.

Their pair shared a tight embrace and a kiss, the redstoner picking his friend and spinning him off the ground. When they finally let go, Mumbo began to pet Grian’s hair and hold his face before rambling on asking if he was injred, what had happened, did he need anything.

“I’ll tell you later.” Grian said with a mischievous tone, but there was a something sad behind his eyes that Mumbo recognised.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Oh, I’d love some… do you still have that baked apple?”

“Ofcourse I do! It’s your favourite.”

“You spoon.” Grian teased, pressing a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek before gripping his hand.

And now the tea made sense to the hermits. It wasn’t that Mumbo liked collecting it, or that he hid them from the hermits because they’d upset him. He had been keeping them for his boyfriend (fiancé they later learnt) if he ever came to visit. And he had locked them away after news of Evo (Grian’s server) falling reached Hermitcraft.

Now that Grian has joined them for Hermitcraft 6, the hermits get to see just how cute (and mischievous) the pair can be. They often have breakfast together, and the smell of fruity teas fills Mumbo’s base for the rest of the day.

-🌻

It took so long for the pair to finally come back together, they deserve all the peace and happiness they're experiencing. Or, at least, happiness. Peace doesn't seem to be in Grian's vocabulary, a funny contrast to the somewhat secluded Mumbo.

Grian is a lot more open about the tea than Mumbo is. He'll force his mug into people's hands, making them try it. Sometimes it'll be awful on purpose. Grian's like that.

At least the pair are a very easy couple to buy gifts for.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #mumbo tag #xisuma tag #grumbo #🌻 anon #mod 🎀

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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Some funny business from the MCC 22 Aqua Axolotls!

-Scar saying he might dislike PKT more than snakes, and Hbomb correcting him that he's terrified of both

-Hbomb and Scar making fun of Grian for having to make a thumbnail

"What a Youtuber." -Hbomb

-Hbomb wearing a Hawaiian shirt in real life

-Grian asking if Scar was asking Jellie to open the door, and just concernedly replying "Oh dear."

-Grian being very self aware that starting his stream one (1) second early is very very good for him

-An update about Nana from Ghana, with her giving "rich blessings" and asking everyone to come to Ghana, and Grian showing several pictures of the school they helped raise money for!

-The entire team shading Grian for not unmuting until they're like, 10 seconds into the decision dome

-Grian grumbling he does not like BB, and Scar reassuring him "it's okay, Hawkeye's here."

-Everyone interrogating Scar about the state of his technology

-MeltDown is here and I'm terrified.

-Scar yelling at Grian to "Get out of the melty room!!"

-Grian running off from the rest of the team like a child without a leash

"I feel like I've got nothing to lose, so this MCC I'm going crazy." -Grian

-False vanishing through the floor in front of Scar

-Grian and Hbomb being the last survivors in their team and just chilling on a block together

-False telling Scar to use the heater, heater Scar, you're right there-!, in MD

-False figuring out to use the heaters as an extra block to climb up like a freaking genius

-"Okay, I'm starting to understand this game now that we're on the last round!" -Grian

-Scar being the resident bow connoisseur

-Grian being an absolute feral little freak and going after Green immediately

-Grian screaming "Scar noooo!" as he fell down into the lava and Scar calling him a "sweet angel"

-Grian calling surviving and getting coins "the barn strategy" and Scar correcting him that it's "the right strategy"

-Scar saying MD is more fun is SOT and everyone telling him to slow down now, you might upset someone who's listening

-Scar saying he can't "intimidate the other team with his abs"

-Scar concluding that watching Top Gun improves your performance and Grian replying that "yeaaaah, he totally watched it last night"

-Hbomb telling Grian that a pro tip for Minecraft is turning off bobbing completely, and Grian saying he likes the bobbing though!

"My immersion!" -Grian

-Grian somehow ending up saying "there's gotta be someone out there who likes that" in response to vomit. "Someone who's like, 'nice'."

And everyone just letting that. sit. in the air.

"I didn't know how to respond to that." -Hbomb

-Scar asking if they can talk about Star Wars to boost his confidence in PKT

-Grian saying the H in Hbomb stands for Hermit

"I revealed today that the name Hbomb94 for the last 16 years was a long con to join Hermitcraft, and you guys can't turn me away because now I own Hermitcraft." -Hbomb

-Grian mentioning that the other day he said "y'all" and getting the immediate response of that being incredibly cursed and to never do that again

-Grian calling out to repeatedly rotate and False crying out "what does rotate even mean??"

-Scar telling Hbomb he'll be his bodyguard against Cub

-Hbomb saying it's "the moment of my life!" when he caught Dream in 10 seconds

-Scar saying Tommy's "a bit of wizard, leaping and swooping like that"

-Scar saying he's "lasted two seconds longer this time" and Hbomb telling him "baby steps"

-Scar falling and dying directly after he jubilantly yelled "PARKOUR CHAMPIONS!"

-"Normally I'm holding Pete's legs together, and keeping him back, but now he's been set free." -Grian about Pete's team being in first place

-Hbomb dunking Pink because "screw Pink!"

-Grian voting for RSR and Scar telling him that's good "Top Gun energy"

-Scar admiring Quig's birthday hat and Hbomb saying "the NoxCrew is too nice to him, we need to take him down a peg. We need to beat him up."

-False and Hbomb talking about becoming dolphins 🐬

-False calling Scar out for just standing there when the RSR round started, and Scar replying he was "working out my issues!"

-Grian and Scar getting into top 10 in RSR and Scar saying "this is what we do in Hermitcraft."

-Hbomb saying he punched Tubbo in the face and he deserved it

-Grian saying he has a "mind like a goldfish".

-Hbomb taking the floor out from False and causing her to die, and then falling afterwards and False yelling "Karma!"

-Scar calling Big Beans an S Tier

-Scar saying he hopes Pete wins, and everyone immediately going no! he's had enough wins already!

-Grian asking Scar how many wins he's had, and Scar saying "multiple in my dreams".

"My mom tells me I'm a winner every day!" -Scar

"It must be true!" -False

-Scar calling out to the Mega Chicken that the HITW section is KFC

"They'll cut you up and turn you into chicken nuggets! Save yourself!"

-Hbomb lamenting that he hasn't been opening Pokemon cards, and Grian immediately asking what set? what set?

"I've had to stop opening cards. I don't know what to do with all my spare ones." -Grian

"Keep them for your happiness." -Hbomb

-"Nooo, goodbye gentlemen!" -Scar while falling in HITW

-"Oh, 32nd, that makes me upset to my chest hair." -Grian

-Scar thanking Shubble for dying because now he won't be last

-Hbomb seeing the exclamation mark wall and saying "it's yelling at me!"

-If I had a nickel for each time Hbomb got a coin balance involving 69, and Grian replied "nice", I'd have two nickels, which is just a little bit cursed

-"It upsets me that Timmy is doing well. He lost our team SOT last time and I am haven't forgiven him." -Grian

-"I'm completely fine. I haven't been failing at all." -False

-False predicting Scar's Curse will ensure that one player will always be in 40th, and this time it's her turn

"I know how to fix this. I'm putting my Genshin outfit on." -False, who does not play Genshin, and only has this outfit because her team lost a tournament

-Hbomb asking if False is drinking water or wine today, and False replying she's drinking squash (juice)

"Yes, I'm a little kid." -False

-Scar seeing the error of his ways and finally pronouncing gong correctly

-Scar getting on the Ace Race leaderboard on the practice server, which then sparked his leaderboard obsession

-"I could never hate you." -Grian to Hbomb

"I could change that." -Hbomb

-Grian seeing the Space Race map name being written backwards and delightedly saying "I like! That's my kind of humor."

-"I had some really good moments mixed in with catastrophic mistakes." -Grian

-Everyone celebrating NOT LAST SCAR in Ace Race

-False realizing that "wait, didn't Scar get a really good time on the practice server?" and everyone immediately saying don't shame him, don't rub it in...

-"Grian, I need a gong." -Scar

"I put it away already!" -Grian

"I need. a gong." -Scar

-The mega chicken swap being gloriously chaotic

-"Hold down W! Just go! Always forward! Kick ass! Take names!" -Hbomb's advice for BB and life

-Hbomb asking Scar to activate Hawkeye mode and Scar replying "YES".

"He's been waiting for you to say that his entire life." -Grian

-Scar calling Hbomb "HBeam" and Griab immediately decreeing that nickname is going to stay (man loves his nicknames)

-Grian killing a couple players in BB and screaming "FINALLY I HAVE SOMETHING FOR MY SECOND CHANNEL!"

-Aqua and Purple fighting it out and False just sneaking in, filling the wool, and getting the win

-The team using Grian's run straight in approach for good and succeeding in the strat to send him in and then have Scar sneakily wool rush

-Grian and Scar celebrating the wins while False desires more kills

-"I think we might have made the other teams angry, which is a good thing. Psychological warfare." -Scar

-Everyone recognizing that Jojo is crACkEd

-"My whole goal here is to make you proud, H." -Scar about SOT

-"Can I ask something real quick? Why's the chat calling me Sand Daddy?" -Sand Daddy Scar

-Scar giving regular reports that "This is your local Sand Daddy reporting, we have 60 seconds left!"

-"There's a pillager in the water!" -False

"Oh, that's my buddy, we're just chilling." -Scar

-"Scar are you ready to take this sand delivery?" -Grian

"Oh, I'm ready, take it to Daddy...sorry I made that weird." -Scar

-Grian getting the redstone puzzle first try!

-"I'm always upset. That's my secret." -Hbomb

-Hbomb trying to stay inside the red tunnel and Grian going down the blue tunnel then Scar saying they only have 50 seconds left and Grian just found the blue vault and H and Grian racing back with sand while the timer went down to 10 seconds and the 10 second count down booming throughout the labyrinth but Grian got lost. H gets the sand in just in time but it's still counting down. Grian finally escapes the tunnel and gets the sand in with less than 10 seconds left and I'm left dead on the floor

-"I got 31st! Sorry, I have a thing about the number 31 this MCC, apparently." -False

-"What the audience needs to know is that we're all friends, we're all good, but in Sands of Time it all goes out of the window." -Grian

-"My chat was getting very upset at me because I took off my chestplate in order to show off my abs." -Scar, preceding the rest of the team absolutely losing their minds at him

-The mega chicken swap wrecking chaos in the last round, the players splitting into either BM or TGGTOS, Wilbur being indecisive in choosing and Scar trying to tempt him into BM with his abs

-"You'll always be our Build Mart manager." -Scar to Grian o7

-Tubbo throwing Scar off the map and everyone calling him evil

"Can we box him in and crush him on this map?" -Scar

-Everyone rooting for Tina in the honey map

-"For a brief shining moment I was first. Then a door closed in front of me, and I was like aww." -Scar

-"I need Fruity B." -Grian

-Scar admiring the little crown on the plane in the TGTTOS map

-Everyone understanding that yes, every single player will be cheering on Captain Sparklez. Pink needs to win.

-"I almost called them Pink Flamingos. I thought they had a really long neck for a second." -False

-False and Grian tsking at H for rooting for Red

"You don't need to be different!" -Grian

-"Right in the shnoot!" -Grian after Dream was shot

-Grian and Scar yelling at Pink to say "Hot guy!" when they shoot

-"Oh, it is Captain on Captain violence!" -Hbomb

-Hbomb starts opening up Pokemon cards and Grian starts eating his yogurt

"What should I do?" -False

"What do you have on your desk?" -Hbomb

-Grian sending Hbomb a Very Cool Card over Discord because H is the only one who'd understand

-H commentating on the normalization of streamers eating in stream

-Grian and Hbomb editing the script to include Captain Sparklez getting the final shot in the final round and getting the ultimate win

-Martyn is now the MCC player who's gone the longest without getting a single win

-"Everyone will remember where they were the day that Captain got his first win!" -Hbomb

-"Aww, bless his little cotton socks!" -Grian about Captain Sparklez

-Sparklez getting a lil Jerry next to him on the podium and Scar saying now he has to win, so he can get a little Jellie neighboring with Jerry

-"You know when you were watching Dream's POV and you were telling me not to do any of that? I was nodding, and I was like yeah I'm gonna do that." -Grian to Hbomb

"I'm gonna be honest, when you went into the blue vault, I thought you were dead." -Hbomb

#mcc #mcc 22 #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hbomb94 #falsesymmetry #WOOOOO #What a great MCC #all the updates were very very fun #the team chemistry was incredible #this was a great pov and hbomb got his hermitssss #birb's mcc recaps

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kiwinatorwaffles · 4 months

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I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?

hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!

i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!

also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright

(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)

hermitcraft longfics:

the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!

leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!

Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting

dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!

hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:

for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D

the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it

a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!

Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?

other mcyt fics/crossovers:

late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D

every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh

The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.

Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time

dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.

devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.

Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.

stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is

Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!

TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.

if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!

it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!

how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.

smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.

ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.

i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!

edit: the fics are out! here they are!

hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D

private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!

#birdhouse inquiries #why am i hereagain tag #writing #hermitcraft #mcyt

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hopepetal · 7 months

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Just wanted to write a fun little ATLA AU fic! Been having a recent nostalgic kick and figured, why not use an idea I had several months back?

I hope you enjoy :)

AO3

The fall air was cool against Impulse’s cheek as he hurried to keep up with Skizz. “C’mon, man!” he laughed out, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep them from getting cold. “Wait up for me, would ya? No need to power walk.”

Skizz glanced back, eyes widening somewhat comically at how far behind Impulse had fallen. “Why don’t you try keeping up, dop?” he teased, though he did slow down to allow Impulse to catch up. “We got places to be, people to see! Can’t just be meandering through Republic City and keeping them waiting all day!”

Impulse rolled his eyes. “I’m sure Tango and his buddies won’t mind waiting the few extra minutes it’ll take us to just walk there.”

They continued to walk in silence for a little, the noise of the city echoing around them. Cars honking, people yelling, dogs barking, the general cacophony of life all around. It was nothing the two weren’t used to, though– having lived in their small Republic City apartment together for years, it was all just white noise. Impulse could hardly sleep without it by now.

They passed by a news stand with newspapers, and Impulse paused briefly to look at the headlines. Something about CabbageCorp and an up and coming competitor, ConCorp. Impulse chuckled softly at that before once again catching up with Skizz. “You think this ConCorp thing’s gonna take off?” he asked conversationally, to which Skizz shrugged.

“I dunno! I kinda think it’s already taken off. Otherwise, good ol’ CabbageCo wouldn’t have paid it any attention. I do think the whole ‘ohh, they’re copying us because they also have two c’s’ thing is stupid, though.” Skizz giggled. “It’s like they think they own a whole letter, man! How crazy is that?”

Impulse shook his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “Greedy corporations, man. Ya just can’t stop ‘em.”

Skizz did jazz hands, making his voice go all dramatic. “Ever since the avatar disappeared… no one has been able to stop those greedy, greedy corporations…” He burst out laughing as Impulse rolled his eyes. “Whaaat? C’mon. I’m funny, admit iti!”

“The avatar’s gone, man. I don’t think they’re coming back!” Impulse shrugged. “We don’t need one anymore, anyway. Not like it affects me much to begin with.”

Skizz sighed, clapping a hand on one of Impulse’s shoulders. “Sorry, dimple. Didn’t mean to dampen the mood.”

Impulse looked up at Skizz, mildly bewildered. “I’m not upset. I’m perfectly fine with– Skizz, we’ve talked about this, you know.”

Skizz shrugged a shoulder. “Can never be too careful. Not saying–!” He hurried to correct himself– “not saying you’re fragile or anything, but I don’t wanna bring up things you don’t wanna talk about! Or hear about! Y’know!”

Impulse shook his head, rolling his eyes with a teasing grin. “No wonder you’re an earthbender. Got a head like a rock.” Ignoring Skizz’s jokingly outraged cry, he continued. “So… Tango, did he mention anything about these friends of his? Or nah, was he just gonna leave it up to us to figure things out about them on our own.”

Skizz hummed thoughtfully, trying to think. “Uh… Jimmy and Grian, I think he called them? They’re brothers. Air benders, the both of them.”

Impulse nodded. “Well, hopefully we get along well.”

Skizz grinned. “Yeah. Hope they’re not total airheads.”

“...don’t you dare say that to their faces.”

Skizz held up his hands defensively. “I won’t, I won’t! What do you take me for, some kind of bully?”

Impulse laughed. “No comment.”

They continued the rest of their journey in silence, occasionally making a comment on something or pointing an interesting thing out. Finally, they made it to the park, the sun shining down on the trees and winding man-made river. There was a statue of the last avatar in the park– Korra, her name was? She had died a while before Impulse had been born. He took a moment to gaze up at her weathered features, frowning.

He knew how the story went. Everyone did. The avatar was the only person who could control all four elements, and whenever one avatar died, the “avatar spirit” would reincarnate into a new person. But after Korra, the avatar spirit had just… stopped. There had been no explanation or reason for it, and even after extensive searching, the avatar had not been found. Impulse had been born when the whole panic over losing the avatar had mostly died down into acceptance, but he’d heard of the general chaos and widespread fear during those first few years.

Of course, there were still those who believed the avatar was still around. Impulse had heard some pretty scary things– benders being kidnapped when it was suspected that they could possibly be the avatar. As a nonbender, Impulse had never really had to worry about that, and the whole avatar craze was really just confusing to him. The world was… relatively safe, everything was balanced, the spirit world was open… they really didn’t need an avatar, not anymore!

Impulse had never really been that attached to the story of the avatar as a kid, not like everyone else in his class had. He remembered the first “avatar day” they’d had in school, when him and Skizz as well as a bunch of other kids gathered around the teacher and learned about the avatar in the form of a brightly coloured, highly sanitized children’s book. Everyone had listened, transfixed, while Impulse had picked at his nails. Afterward, Skizz had gone up to Impulse and claimed that when he grew up, he’d become the avatar. Impulse had rolled his eyes at that and told him you couldn’t just grow up to be the avatar.

His parents were both nonbenders as well– their whole family had, though if you traced his lineage back far enough there were some firebenders and earthbenders in the mix. Impulse had never been too unhappy with his nonbender status. Aside from a few bullies in middle and highschool, things were pretty good as a nonbender. He didn’t have to worry about all those strict laws about bending and there was no pressure for him to go off and become some master bender. Instead, he could focus on what really mattered to him– engineering and technology.

So, yeah. Impulse had never been all too attached to the avatar. Not like some people were. But still, gazing up at the old statue, something deep inside him urged him to reach out and touch it. Just once. Even though it was probably really gross and dirty. And Impulse was, well, impulsive.

So he reached out and brushed his fingers against the stone, warmed by the sun.

For a moment, he expected something to happen. Maybe some sort of magic, glowing, maybe a voice or whatever. Which, now that he was thinking about it, was kind of stupid. Why would a lifeless statue start glowing? That was crazy.

“Dop! C’mon, man! Jeez, you cannot keep up today!”

Impulse pulled away, giving one last look up at the statue before running to catch up with Skizz. “Sorry. I think I caught a case of avatar-worship,” he weakly joked, and Skizz rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, dude. Let’s go!”

Soon enough, they spotted Tango standing with two other men. The firebender was bundled up in a red and gray jacket and black sweatpants, his hands gesturing wildly as he chatted with his friends. The shorter airbender wore a cream coloured t-shirt tucked into brown pants, thin glasses sitting on his nose as he listened to Tango talk. The taller one wore a white shirt, a jean jacket, and black jeans.

Skizz raised a hand in greeting. “Heyyy! Tango top, over here!”

Tango shot up, turning around with a big smile on his face to greet Skizz and Impulse. “Hey! Hey, guys! Oh, man, it’s so great to see you again!” He hugged Skizz, before pulling away and patting Impulse on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy! How you been?”

Impulse grinned, crossing his arms. “I’ve been doing alright, man. Nice to see you, too.” He glanced up. “And you must be…”

The taller airbender stuck out a hand. “Jimmy! Pleasure to meet you, mate!” He gave Impulse’s hand a shake, then Skizz’s. “And this is my older brother, Grian.”

Grian nodded, making no move to shake either Impulse or Skizz’s hands. That was fine– some people just didn’t like being touched. “Nice to meet you,” he said simply.

“So!” Skizz started, “how did you two meet our man Tango?”

Jimmy went to speak, but Grian interrupted him. “We met at school, actually!” he chimed, giving a slight smile. “Tango and I did, at least. Then he met my brother through me. They’re much better friends, though. Even though I was here first–”

Jimmy smacked Grian. “Oh, you be quiet! Anyway…” He looked back up at Skizz and Impulse with a wide grin. “Sorry about my brother. He can be really annoying sometimes!”

Skizz laughed. “Nah man, don’t worry about it at all. Impulse is the same way.”

Impulse shot Skizz a shocked glare. “What do you mean?! I most certainly am not the same way, you take that back!”

Tango wheezed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I can tell you guys are gonna get along well. What do you all say to going out for lunch?”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Grian smirked. “So long as you’re paying.”

Tango waved him off. “Of course, of course! I wouldn’t dream of making you guys pay! It’s my treat.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent swapping stories and laughter. The lunch was really good– Tango took them to a traditional fire nation restaurant and explained the whole story there. Impulse of course made sure to wash his hands before eating though– he had just touched a probably very dirty statue, after all. While overseas, he met Grian at some club. After, he’d met Jimmy and hit it off with him. They’d been hanging out with each other and occasionally Grian and Jimmy’s half sister Pearl, and when it had been time for Tango to go back to Republic City he’d asked the three if they’d like to come with him. Grian and Jimmy had agreed, but Pearl had some sacred water tribe duty to attend to so she wasn’t able to come.

Impulse really would’ve loved to stay longer, but something felt a little off. He was starting to get a bit of a headache that refused to go away no matter how much water he drank. So sadly, he had to cut his day a little short.

“Do you want me to come with you, dop?” Skizz had asked, sounding slightly concerned as Impulse gathered his things and zipped up his coat.

Impulse had shook his head, giving Skizz a small smile. “Nah, Skizz. I’m all good to go home alone. You have fun, alright?” His eyes met Grian’s, then Jimmy’s. “It was nice meeting you two, and I hope we’ll be able to hang out again soon. See ya!”

And with that, he headed back to the tiny apartment he shared with Skizz, the evening air a welcome relief to his warm skin. He huffed out a small breath as he walked, the warmth of his breath meeting the cold of the air to turn into a small cloud. It was getting colder out fast– or maybe Impulse was just abnormally warm.

He got back to the apartment, struggling slightly with the lock before he was finally able to get the door open. He hung up his jacket and kicked off his boots, washing his hands before getting himself a glass of water and grabbing some pain medication. Quickly finishing the glass of water, Impulse plopped himself down on the couch and closed his eyes, just trying to let himself relax.

For some reason, the image of the last avatar’s statue came to mind as he relaxed, letting himself drift off to the muffled sounds of city life on the streets below. The more he thought back to it, the more stupid he felt– why would he think that touching a statue would do anything? Why would he even touch the statue in the first place?

All questions for future Impulse, he supposed.

For now, he simply wanted to sleep.

#my writing #twhcfau #<- the title of the fic is the world has changed forever so thats the au name #impulsesv #skizzleman #tangotek #grian #jimmy solidarity

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minecraft-sideblog-tm · 1 year

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Through various hermit’s videos, so far the timeline of this snowball is:

(in my head half of this was in a Bill Wurtz voice for some reason and that made it significantly funnier, pro-tip)

Mumbo returns and ages his copper Wrong

Grian decides to prank him by aging copper even More Wrong directly on Mumbo’s base

(Mumbo is very confused, also amongus reference)

Grian steals mines copper from Doc’s perimeter walls. Finds the tunnel bore.

(foreshadowing x2)

Innocently asks chat “what doin” while smelting

Scar feels bad no one answered Grian last time Grian asked that. Asks what Grian is up to. Grian admits to procrastinating on his base....again

(Impulse happens to be flying by Grian’s base at that exact moment)

Scar, Gem, and Impulse descend on Grian H. Dreamslayer to have an intervention

Hilarity ensues (for the trio) and dismay ensues (for Grian)

Grian “works on” the back of the base

asks to go to bed because it’s late

(Scar “but what if you die overnight and this is your legacy?”)

They agree to give him 24 hours

“....Have you seen Doc’s tunnel bore?”

“Grian, FOCUS!”

“FINE! *flies away*”

“.....I kind of want to see the tunnel bore”

Scar is an enabler (they go to see the tunnel bore)

Scar is an enabler 2: electric boogaloo (Scar turns on the tunnel bore; convinces Grian to try it)

--BIG BAD EXPLOSION TIME UH OH--

(panic ensues, the wardens are safe)

(also funny cryptic tweets)

“Heeeeyyy Siri how far is Berlin from Portland??”

Scar hides in a bathroom in-game and irl, just in case

Idea! Try To Fix The Tunnel Bore!

How the f*ck does redstone work! There was definitely a fencepost somewhere in it! And a....coral fan??? shit shit shit sh

Idea! Uhhhhhh...Nevermind!

diamond pile + cool pokemon cards + “Sorry we broke your cool machien!” cake and run run run ru

They Tried Their Best!

“Heyyyy Doc. Has anyone ever told you how cool you are? And handsome? Your base is soooo awesome, can we have a tour??”

Inconspicuous Tour is Actually Incredibly Conspicuous, more at 11

“He has a murder machine??” asks next most likely victim of the murder machine

End your neighbor’s house tour by admitting to breaking the lawn mower and escaping through a secret hole in the ceiling which you also broke like it’s some kind of sitcom skit

War is declared. Obviously

Doc is more upset about the months of stolen MINED copper than the tunnel bore

Grian’s portal to hell is now ~~Condensed and Sideways~~

Grian also has a timebomb above his base that will blow it up in ~24 hours~ or something, don’t worry about it

(Doc is not involved with this at all but if he was it would probably use charged creepers instead of tnt somehow)

#this started out as a fairly factual list and just devolved the further I went lol #Can't wait to see what happens next #also ''various hermits vids'' is Grian Scar Gem Impulse and Doc #lee speaks #goodtimeswithscar #grian #docm77 #geminitay #impulseSV #hermitcraft

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sleepy0s · 1 month

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got distracted, enjoy.,

Grian sat in the rain watching Sam and Taurtis attempt to sell a local gang some “Goods”.

His clothes were drenched, sticking awkwardly to his skin, his hair darkened with water and flat against his head. The stairs were cold. His ears were waterlogged and all he could hear was the rain splatting on the stairs. The rain which was usually so comforting but now felt like a reminder of everything. A reminder of where he was. In Tokyo, watching his friends sell drugs.

Sam eventually returned, leaving Taurtis with the group. Taurtis was always better at selling things. Sam looked high. And drunk. Maybe both. Probably both. He sat on the step next to Grian, not sparing him a glance.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Sam suddenly spoke up.

“We’re not friends.” Grian didn’t respond, eyes locked on a puddle in front of him. “Maybe once, when we were little. Maybe then we were friends. But not anymore, we haven’t been friends in a long time.” Grian didn’t respond again, which agitated Sam. The bunny hybrid turned to look at him.

“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled into deaf ears. “GRIAN ANSWER ME.” Sam screamed again., this time forcibly grabbing the avian by the chin, forcing him to look at him. Grian chuckled, of course the one time Sam says his name properly and he's high out of his mind and angry.

“We are not friends, Grian.” His grip was tight, squeezing Grian’s face.

“I know.” His voice was quiet, a whisper among the rain.

“What?” Sam let go of his face, leaning back again.

“I said, I know.”

“Is- is that all? No, no sadness? ARE YOU EVEN UPSET?” Grian didn’t get why Sam was so angry, honestly, he never knew why Sam was upset. Sam was the one who just said they weren’t friends? What, don’t say he was expecting Grian to beg for forgiveness. Grian looked at Sam, wiping Rain off his face. “Should I be upset?” This seemed to hit Sam hard. The bunny hybrid going quiet again, tears might be streaming down his face but the rain hid it well.

The rain got worse, lightning strikes occasionally, and Grian hoped that maybe he was lucky enough that it would hit him. It’s funny isn’t it? When they were younger the three of them would run around in the rain, all in good fun. Screaming in joy every time a flash of light went across the sky, joking about how unfortunate it would be if one of them got hit. Now Grian was here, bloody wishing it would hit him.

Sam spoke again, “Don’t you care?”

Grian didn’t understand, watching the cars that drove past occasionally. “Pardon.?

“I said- don’t you care that we're not friends..?” He hiccuped, “Does- does it matter to you.?” Grian thought about his words carefully, before answering simply. “No, should it?”

“Well- Yea!” Sam spluttered out, “I- I want you to care! I want you to be upset!”

Oh. So that's what this is about. Sam doesn’t want to be friends with Grian, yet expects Grian to care, he fucking wants Grian to want to be his friend, just so that Sam can deny him.

“Well- well, why are you still here then!? Just go home, Grian. Go back to your dumb house in London.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. I’m not staying here for you Sam. I am here for Taurtis because somebody has to look after him. And it sure as hell ain’t you.” Sam didn’t get it. He could look after Taurtis fine, he didn’t need Grian’s stupid help. They would be fine without him. “I can look after him. We don't need you, Grian.” Grian laughed, turning to look at Sam. “Why are you laughing?”

“You can look after him? You have left him all alone in a room with the bloody mafia. And you have the guts to tell me you can look after him?” Grian’s voice stayed calm, not raising at all or showing any emotion. Sam didn’t respond after that and the two went back into an uncomfortable silence. Sam shuffled over to Grian, leaning his head on his shoulder as he passed out, probably from the drugs getting to his brain. “..m’ sorry gree-on..” he mumbled before he closed his eyes. Leaving Grian all alone, in the storm waiting for Taurtis with a hopefully dead Sam.

#grian #sleepy0s #taurtis #samgladiator yhs #grian yhs #taurtis yhs #tokyo soul #avian grian #bunny samgladiator #angst #light angst

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kaihuntrr · 2 months

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part twelve: watched.

Welcome to Crescent Bay! ...Why is everyone so silent...?

god unrelated to the fic but somehow grian, gem, and pearl are fish/fishing/ocean themed in season ten what the HELL am i just good at predicting things or-- (pls will i be getting the motivation to draw them. it would be SO funny. i still need to draw pirates scott and sp scott im so silly)

Dark, heavy clouds loomed over the island as harsh winds blew against Martyn. The island was unlike any island he’d ever seen before. The bright, bustling, and sunny port he and the Canaries called home felt like a distant memory. The streets here were sparse with both light and people. Windows were either shut or boarded up, and there were barely any ships in the port. The people who were outside were staring at the hunters as if they were ghosts.

Joel, Scar, and Bdubs left the ship first. Martyn, Lizzie, and Cleo joined them a moment afterwards.

Martyn leaned close to Joel, whispering, “Are you sure this was the best place to dock?” He glanced around the port. “It doesn’t look too inviting.”

The people continued to stare at them. Martyn couldn’t help but stare back at them. The peoples’ faces looked worn and tired, as if they hadn’t slept for weeks. Their vacant, hollow expressions felt like staring into the abyss.

Martyn couldn’t help but wonder if that was how he looked after he saw that sea prince. Maybe that was why he felt so unnerved.

“It was the only nearby island based on the map,” Joel crossed his arms. “It was either this, or we’re stuck with annoying hunters while finding a better place to dock.”

“I think I would’ve preferred the wait,” Martyn mumbled. He shook his head, “What are the plans?”

Grian and Mumbo exited the ship. Grian looked around, “We should find a place for the Kites and ourselves to stay at. Then, we’ll look for a place to eat.” Martyn hadn’t noticed his approach so his sudden voice caused Martyn to flinch. Grian hummed, “I wouldn’t mind exploring a bit.”

Seeing Grian made Martyn’s heart twist. “Yeah, me too,” He smiled. He walked up to his captain and nudged him gently, “Grian, can we talk?”

Grian narrowed his eyes and looked away. “Not now. We have to get them settled,” He shook his head. He turned to some of the Canaries, “Joel, Lizzie, Mumbo, and Bdubs. Could you four go with Kites and arrange things for an inn? The rest of us can check out the island.”

Martyn furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, his gaze dropping to the ground as the wind passed by. Joel glanced between Martyn and Grian before approaching his brother.

Joel tilted his head. “Sounds good, but,” he put a hand on Grian’s shoulder, “I can do all the leading stuff if you’re upset.”

Grian forced a grin. “Upset? Me? No, I’m not,” he said and laughed unconvincingly. Grian looked away from Joel, “Let’s just get everything sorted.”

Martyn turned his head as he heard groans coming from a couple of Kites. Bek stomped down the gangplank. Tubbo’s eyes were wide, examining the new port while Katherine’s were narrowed. The rest of the Kites followed with either annoyed or curious reactions. It doesn’t look like they were too familiar with this place either.

“There’s no point in arguing, Bek,” Martyn overheard one of the Kites speak. “The sooner we cooperate, the sooner we can leave.”

“We can walk around on our own!” Bek rolled her eyes and shoved his hands down his pockets.

“Not here, not when you don’t have all your gear. Come on.” Cleo jerked their head, indicating for the others to follow. The small dock wouldn’t fit all of them, so it’d be best to enter the town proper.

Joel and Grian led the walk, the Kites trailing behind the Canaries as the hunters eagerly looked around. Martyn wished he didn’t feel so many eyes on him.

Joel stood on the left side while Grian stood on the right. Lizzie, Mumbo, and Bdubs followed Joel as Martyn, Scar, and Cleo stood next to Grian. Martyn looked at Grian, but the captain stared outward. Cleo and Scar gave Martyn warm smiles, and he smiled back weakly.

“Fiiine,” Bek groaned. She stopped next to Joel, her expression sour. She blinked as she saw Katherine walk over to stand by Martyn. “Katherine? You’re not coming with us?”

Martyn was just as surprised as Bek was.

Katherine shook her head. “I may have been on the ship with you, but I’m not a Kite. You’ll be fine,” she shrugged. “I want to see the island for myself, too.”

“Tell us if there’s something cool!”

“Will do!” Katherine smiled. She looked at Grian and gave him a sheepish grin, “I hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”

“Oh, of course not,” Grian shook his head and smiled. “It’s good to have more company around.”

“We’ll catch you in a few hours, when it gets dark,” Joel called out to Grian. Thunder rumbled overhead, sending a shiver up the captain’s spine. He forced a smile, “Er, darker. See you soon.”

Grian nodded, looking up at the sky before staring back at his brother, “Stay safe.”

Of course, there had to be a storm.

Rain was dangerous, Martyn knew that, and it’d be best to find a covered area soon. For some reason, it felt safer to be on a ship than on land when it rained. At least then, their weapons were closer.

The hunters walked through the nearly desolate streets, searching for anything anyone could deem as interesting. Martyn wanted to get his mind off of the stares. There was nothing too interesting to point out, the buildings were all boarded up and closed. An eerie howl filled his ears.

The group was also fairly silent. Everyone was too preoccupied to really talk, it seemed, until Scar cleared his throat.

“So,” Scar hummed as he looked at Katherine, “What brought you aboard the Kites’ ship?”

Katherine chuckled. “I was hired by them. Unlike you guys, I don’t hunt with just one crew,” she shook her head and puffed out her chest. “I like flying solo.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely without a crew?” Scar raised an eyebrow.

Katherine shook her head. “The opposite, actually,” she grinned. “You get to meet so many people! It’s never a dull moment when you’re moving all the time. What’s it like to have one?”

“They’re like siblings you never wished you had,” Cleo laughed. “They’re the worst.” Cleo rolled their eyes with a smile as Scar nudged them.

Martyn laughed along with them, but his eyes flickered to Grian, who seemed to prefer staying quiet for the moment.

I hope we can find some time alone later, I need to talk to him.

Martyn bit his lip, unable to say anything as he looked away from the others. He tuned out their conversation, but occasionally looked back to see them smiling and laughing, then looking over to see Grian with his arms crossed and his head down. It wasn’t wise to talk about Grian’s outburst in public, unless Martyn wanted to bring more attention to them.

Katherine, Scar, and Cleo walked ahead of Martyn and Grian. Grian didn’t seem aware of it. Martyn sighed but put on a smile as he gently tapped Grian’s shoulder.

“A storm sure is brewing,” Martyn looked up at the dark sky above. Thunder rumbled as he narrowed his eyes, “How’s the sightseeing?”

Grian shrugged, “Not much going on, by the sounds of things,” he crossed his arms. “I can’t hear much either. The whole town’s practically a dead zone.”

“You could say that again,” Martyn looked around, a shiver crawling up his spine. “What are we hoping to find here?”

“I was hoping to find some carpenters and ammunition stores for the ship and our weapons,” Grian sighed. “But these townsfolk don’t appear to be selling any of those.”

“I’m sure there’s at least one, we just need to keep walking,” Martyn forced a small smile. If he were honest, he wasn’t sure if there were any naval stores around here. If there weren’t any gates protecting the people from the sea, there might not be any stores with weapons to protect themselves from danger– even on the island. Martyn shook his head, “I hope the others find a place to stay soon.”

Grian nodded. “Me too, I’m pretty exhausted,” he looked around before staring at Martyn. He kept his voice in a whisper, “Are you still hurt from the fall?”

Martyn blinked. “I’m… I’m fine,” he placed a hand on Grian’s shoulder “But I’m worried about you, Grian.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be good,” Grian moved Martyn’s hand off of his shoulder. His stomach grumbled as he placed his hand on top of it, “I’m getting a bit hungry, though.”

Right. They haven’t eaten much yet. Martyn remembered eating a few snacks, but they wouldn’t fill him as much as a warm plate of food would. Martyn’s own stomach grumbled as he closed his eyes and briefly saw himself with Scott, the ginger playfully giggling while having Martyn to eat his fill in The Golden Apple.

Martyn sighed. Remember your promise.

Martyn smelled the air. It smelled of ash and rain, but there was something else. Something… good. There was food nearby, and likely, a tavern.

Martyn nudged the captain, “It smells like something’s cooking nearby. I think there’s a tavern,” he turned towards Grian and smiled, then he looked forward to see Katherine, Scar, and Cleo still entrenched in their conversation. “Hey guys!” Martyn called out, the three turned their heads towards him, “Do you want to get some food and drink?”

Katherine shook her head. “I’m good. I want to search the stalls up ahead for anything interesting to bring home,” she turned to Scar and Cleo. “What about you two?”

“I think it’d be safer to travel in groups for a while, so I’ll stay with Katherine.” Cleo smiled.

Best to travel in groups in an unfamiliar place.

“I’ll stay with Katherine too!” Scar grinned. An amused chuckle came out of Katherine as Scar placed his hands on his waist. “Besides, I’m not hungry at all.”

It’ll just be me and Grian, then.

“I’m sure you two can handle yourselves,” Katherine crossed her arms and nodded at Martyn and Grian. She turned around, “Don’t get killed in there!” She, Cleo, and Scar left for the stalls ahead, leaving Grian and Martyn to follow the smell.

This tavern wasn’t as fancy as Scott’s. It was an ordinary, square building with stones as a foundation and wooden beams to hold it up. It didn’t look well kept with the chips on the beams and the dirt that stained the dark green wooden walls. Still, a tavern was a tavern, Martyn just needed to suck it up.

Spending all of his time in Scott’s tavern had really spoiled Martyn.

“After you.” Martyn opened the door and tilted his head at Grian. Grian nodded and walked inside, Martyn following behind as he shut the door behind them. Another crackle of thunder rang through the sky.

The tavern was small, with a sparse number of tables and chairs scattered around the room in an almost disorganized state. Barrels lined the back of the room and a modest bar was set up with one bartender cleaning a shot glass. To Martyn, there was nothing too noteworthy about this place, all of his thoughts remained back at that tavern with Scott. There were barely any people around, yet the moment Martyn closed the door behind him everyone’s heads shot up to stare at the two hunters.

Their murmurs did not go unheard.

“Hunters…” “What are they doing here?” “They’ll be dead for sure.”

Dead?

“What’s with all the whispers?” Martyn tried to avoid the stares in the room as he leaned over to Grian.

“Why would I know?” Grian whispered, a small hiss in his voice.

The bartender looked up at them and gave them a weary smile. “Ah. New faces, I see,” he sighed as Grian and Martyn took a seat on the stools. “I’m sorry that you’re here.”

“Why’s that?” Martyn raised an eyebrow. “The place is freaky, but there’s no need to apologize.”

“Oh, sir, you misunderstand,” the bartender shook his head. He leaned his head from side to side to get a better look at both of them, “You’re both hunters, are you not?”

“We are,” Grian nodded his head. He narrowed his eyes, “What’s the problem?”

“You see, sir, that is the problem,” the bartender turned around to pick up a bottle, then glanced back over his shoulder at the two of them. “Hunters who enter this isle may never leave.”

What?

Martyn let out a chuckle. “That’s ridiculous,” he rolled his eyes. “There wasn’t anything preventing us from entering.”

Apart from the weird tall rocks and dark storm clouds, there wasn’t any obstacle preventing the hunters from coming in. Martyn felt the hairs on his skin rise, but he tried to shake it off. What was he so worried about?

“Crescent Bay welcomes all, but the hunters who enter cannot escape,” The bartender poured a shot of alcohol and moved the small glass in front of Martyn. “Please, take a drink. You’re on edge. On the house.”

“Martyn, don’t.” Grian narrowed his eyes.

One wouldn’t hurt, right?

Martyn was a lightweight. If he got drunk on an island he was unfamiliar with, it could lead to some trouble, yet, when he looked into the intoxicating liquid, all he could see was Scott’s warm smile and his pretty eyes staring back.

“It’s just one shot, don’t worry about me.”

“It hasn’t been poisoned, if that’s what you were wondering,” the bartender poured the liquid into a different shot glass and downed it in one gulp. “See? Everything is just fine.”

Martyn took a small sip out of the glass. He heard Grian’s resigned sigh. “It’s not that….”

Grian leaned closer to the bartender, resting his arms on the counter. “So,” he tilted his head, “are you saying the island’s cursed?”

The bartender nodded. “That it is.” he sighed. “It’s a nasty enchantment from the Scarlet Witch herself.”

Martyn laughed. “Witches? You’ve got to be kidding me,” he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively before taking another sip. “Witches aren’t real.”

The bartender shook his head. “She’s real. She cursed the island to kill any hunter that tries to leave,” he looked at the hunters with widened eyes. “I've seen bits of the monster myself.” Grian raised an eyebrow, encouraging the man to speak more. “Any time a hunting ship leaves, there’s this mist that just appears, the sky erupts into a storm, and–,” his voice shook as his eyes stared at the floor, “No hunter has ever left alive.”

Martyn took another sip of his drink. A sudden mist and rainstorm, then monsters. He hummed. He swirled the alcohol in the shot glass before downing the rest of it, a sickening feeling formed in his gut almost immediately. The bartender refilled the shot for Martyn without him needing to ask, but he eyed it with an odd look on his face. Focus.

A sudden rainstorm didn’t sound like a problem. It was something hunters needed to be ready for at all times, but the mist stumped him. As far as he knew, the only place that had thick mist would be the world border, or moments in the sea prince stories–

Sea prince stories.

Something about this story made Martyn think. He sipped his shot. His brain was getting fuzzy, but maybe the alcohol could clear it and get him to understand the situation.

Grian shrugged, “A swarm of sea monsters ambushed a nearby hunting ship, I can see why that’s a problem.”

“No, sir, you’ve got that part wrong.” the bartender leaned in, his voice continuing to quiver. His eyes widened, “There’s only one beast that destroys the ships....”

Martyn took a sip from his shot and his eyes locked onto the now overtly nervous bartender. Grian glanced between Martyn and the bartender and nodded, allowing the man time to find his words.

“We here on the island have reason to believe it’s a sea prince.”

The sea prince’s haunting eyes burned in the back of Martyn’s mind, causing him to flinch. He took in deep breaths.

It was a sea prince, what he’d seen. Somehow, Martyn had found himself staring at one face to face, and now he was on an island that was possibly- likely guarded by a sea prince. It was all lining up, maybe too well.

“Tell us more,” Grian pressed. Martyn looked at him and at the bartender. Grian’s gaze was locked on the bartender as his hands began to shake.

“Y-You see–,” the bartender crossed his arms and rested against the counter. He took in a deep breath, “It storms so hard during the siege, no one can catch a proper look of the monster. But believe me, it’s much, much larger than any other ship– and its roar sounds like the unholy call of death itself.”

“How does this relate to the Scarlet Witch?”

“The… the Scarlet Witch… she….” The bartender lowered his head, his voice getting softer and softer.

“She made a deal with the sea princes.” A different voice spoke up, causing Martyn and Grian to turn to an elderly man. There was a bottle next to him and a big tankard. He didn’t look drunk- at least Martyn didn’t think so.

“She saw their treasure, and made a contract with them,” he looked at them and sat up from his slouch. “She was promised magic beyond anyone’s comprehension, and in return, she would follow their every command.”

“I’ve never heard that story before,” Martyn said, keeping his voice low.

“That’s because no one is able to tell it, hunter,” a different voice spoke, this time it came from a young woman. “Those who try to leave die. They can’t even spot the sea prince, either. Despite it being so close to the area, no one can discern the features the devil has.”

“The demon can’t even be spotted by normal ships! It’s like a ghost!” One of the other patrons stood from their seat, their voice loud and frantic.

“A terrifying ghost monster!” Another patron shouted. “It’ll come for us all if we ever leave!” The sudden surge of noise startled Martyn- riled up over a ghostly sea prince that doomed hunting ships and scared others.

“Oh, quiet down!” The young woman glared at the other patrons and leaned back on her chair. “That’s how no one can tell this story. People would think we’re making it up, but there comes the risk in escaping this island,” she motioned with her hands before shaking her head and crossing her arms. “So most of us resigned our fates here.”

No one is able to tell this story, huh?

“Then we’ll be the first,” Martyn grinned confidently. “Because we’re the Canaries; we’re the king’s hunters, and we’ll take down a sea prince!”

Usually- that was followed by a roar of applause after Martyn would say such a statement, but there was only silence. Martyn felt heat rise to his cheeks. Embarrassed, he downed the last of his shot and shuddered.

Grian patted Martyn’s shoulder. “I apologize for my friend’s behavior, he’s a lightweight,” he looked at Martyn, then back at the woman. “We’ll heed all of your warnings, though. Is there anything we need to look out for?”

The woman nodded. “A red hood, and she carries around twin blades that look like the moon.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” Grian smiled and held Martyn’s shoulder, pulling him to his feet and carefully leading him out of the tavern as it grew silent and dreary once more. The patrons stared after them as Grian shut the door behind him.

“I’m not hungry anymore,” Grian muttered quietly. He looked at Martyn and crossed his arms, “And you shouldn’t have drank. We should meet up with Scar and the others.”

Was Grian not going to talk about what they just learned? It was groundbreaking! Someone made a contract with the sea princes– and even saw their treasure! Maybe Martyn was a little freaked out, but that meant he wasn’t the only one spared from a sea prince’s hunger.

Someone else had seen one, and lived.

Maybe the Scarlet Witch could even answer why the sea prince hadn’t eaten him. She could know so much more about the sea princes, and their power, and their treasure that the world had never heard of before.

He needed to find her.

“Don’t you want to seek out the Scarlet Witch?” Martyn’s eyes widened as he placed his hands on Grian’s shoulder, visibly excited. “She might be our key to everything!”

Grian forced a grin and pushed Martyn off. “Can we talk about that when you aren’t drunk?” he shook his head. “Come on, I see Cleo. Let’s go join them.” Grian motioned for Martyn to follow him, sending one last glance at him before walking forward. They weren’t too far away, so Martyn didn’t feel the need to hurry after Grian. He could catch up.

Martyn was left alone on the desolate street before he heard the sound of scraping gravel behind him.

He turned his head.

Nothing.

It was nothing more than an empty street, barrels and boxes littered around carelessly.

Martyn shuddered as the breeze kicked up a chill around him and he shook his head. Nothing was there. “...Alright alright, I’m coming.” He raised his shoulders and walked forward with a slight wobble in his step. He really shouldn’t have been drinking.

Martyn could have sworn he saw something down the empty street.

And he’d be right.

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