Grian Oneshots

81 ~ Love Prevails Against All Odds

NPGxEx (Ex = Xanthe) (NPG = Rustic [Rusty])
Grumbo is implied.
Salted.
Angy X-eye-zooma

Salted is not attracted to Grian, neither Grian to Salted. Salted sees Grian as his son, and Grian sees Salted as his father figure.

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Grian heard the portal open, and he glanced over his shoulder at it. The same black Void stared back at him, as a figure emerged from the black. Many of the Hermits would freak out, but Grian didn't.

"You okay, Xanthe?" Grian asked.

"...The evils are getting on my nerves..." Xanthe muttered the portal closing behind him.

Grian frowned slightly, but pointed towards his living space in his mansion. The left wing was almost completely private, only a few doors pointed towards the main hall that were actual doors.

Xanthe nodded, with a grateful look in his eyes, before walking towards the area. Grian undid his communicator, and got ready to toss it to the evil.

"Hey." Xanthe looked over, and caught the communicator just before it smacked him in the face. He playfully glared at Grian, but continued walking to where his partner was.

Griam smiled softly as he thought about what a cute couple NPG and Xanthe made. If the server wouldn't kill them all on sight, Grian would share the secret.

Grian pushed his floof of hair back, in an attempt to get a grasp of what he should do. Everything on Hermitcraft seemed just as boring as finishing the back of his mansion, so he stood up and began the long walk back to spawn.

Because he wasn't the admin, he knew using his own power would be dangerous and risky. He also knew Xisuma wouldn't ask about where he was going if he didn't know. Grian's communicator being with Xanthe was paying well for the both of them.

Xanthe's presence would be masked by Grian's communicator, and the heavy amounts of enchanting and masking runes on it, making it so Xisima didn't know his twin was on the base. Plus Grian wouldn't have to deal with the questions, when traveling between servers had gotten difficult and dangerous.

It took an hour to walk to spawn, but once there, he opened a server screen on the spawn communicator. Grian scrolled downward until he saw Wynncraft, and clicked it. The yellow portal lit the quartz portal frame, and Grian smiled while walking through. Because Hermitcraft was a private server, the portal closed as soon as Grian got away from the portal.

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"You doing okay, Gri?" Salted asked, walking into Grian's workshop.

The workshop had many different types of command blocks, with notes scattered around the room. There was a bed in the corner, though it had communicators and different parts of command blocks scattered across it. The work desk had the most notes, but also had some weird command blocks Salted didn't recognize.

Salted glanced around the room once more, seeing the golden fluff of hair sticking out from behind some command blocks.

"Grian?" Salted asked.

Salted walked over to the mess that was that region, to find Grian was laying on the work desk, fast asleep. Soft snores came from the curled up blonde, and Salted smiled. Salted walked closer, to brush Grian's hair out of his face.

"God, Gri. You need to get more sleep..." Salted said softly, careful not to wake up Grian.

He picked up Grian gently, holding short blonde in a bridal position. Grian leaned against Salted, leaning into the warmth. Salted shook his head, but walked towards the workshop door.