Grian Oneshots

85 ~ Altered Reality [Angst]

Xisuma and Grian's relationship can be seen as either platonic or romantic in this one. I don't really care.

TW: Drinking; Getting high; Abandonment issues; Mentions of being abandoned; Panic attacks; Hermits have softspot for Grian confirmed; False Memories; Gore; Phantom pains;

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Grian sat high up in the tree watching the birds in the sky. He was smiling and watching entertained by them. His elytra had just broken, so he couldn't fly around with them like he would when he had free time.

A constant bell ringing caused him to climb down and to the bell. Hope filled him as he walked to the bell, the hope disappeared when he didn't see his friends. A group of people were at the stand, but he ignored them for a moment. He destroyed the bell before turning to them. He muttered a few unintelligible words before speaking to them.

"How may I help you?" Grian asked looking at the slightly injuried group in front of him. He tried to hide the disappointment, but knew it was probably visible anyway.

"Do you know of any place we can stay and buy healing potions?" A slightly taller man then himself asked.

The man had a suit of armor with a purple shade. His black hair seemed tinted purple through the glass, and he had an X scar along the bridge of his nose.

"Theres a tavern but I'd have to look for healing potions." Grian shrugged, he walked away from the destroyed bell, and down the road.

Whoever these people were, they were far from their homes since they were here. The closest village in any direction was two days travel straight in the Overworld, and a 8 or so hour through the Nether portal.

Grian opened the tavern door, and cringed at the disarray of chests in the corner.

"Ignore those, I haven't been here in a while." Grian said, before taking them upstairs and gesturing to all the rooms in the loft.

"Is there any price we have to pay?" A brunette with what seemed to be an Indiana Jones outfit on asked. "And who else lives here?"

Grian bit back the pain of the question, and hid it behind his mask. checked him over before realizing they really needed health potions and a doctor's advice. The man had some injuries on his hands and face, but he was limping, possibly subconsciously.

"No, but you might wanna check your leg injury." Grian said, walking away from the group and down the stairs.

He could hear the conversation of everyone asking the man what injury and him trying to explain in a worry-not tone.

Grian rushed to his chests before rummaging through them. Some lanterns, spider eyes, and carpet being thrown behind him later, he found a potion of health. A single potion in 3 chests.

He put the stuff away before walking out to go make more potions. Luckily there was a brewing station at the bar, because he used it to make questionable potions that lead to equally questionable builds. Honestly it felt weird using it for something other then to just wollow in his misery for once.

After a shulker box full of potions, he walked up the stairs and knocked on the doors. By fate the first door was the one with the leader and the injured man in.

"Dropping some potions off." Grian said, gesturing to the box. "Let me know if you need more."

He looked at the leg and instantly wanted to kill the man for even attempting to walk on it. It was covered in dark bruises, and a makeshift splint was keeping it mostly straight.

"What, the fuck." Grian muttered under his breath. He swallowed and spoke loud enough for the leader to hear him. "I can get a doctor or something here in maybe a day, but for now I would say keep him off that leg and use the potions on people without broken bones, twisted ankles, or any of the sort."