Hermitcraft Oneshots

Controlled Chaos

wc: 825

no tw warning

y'all I wrote this in like half an hour, and now ive been sapped of ideas for one shots lol this is like an AU where some of them are mc gods, like actual gods. I think you'll figure them out as we go 

this was heavily inspired by 'The Unseen Beauty of the Ungrateful' by SKblind. I can't link things on Wattpad but you can find it on my reading list! Its an amazing book and I suggest you all read it.

hope you enjoy!

Grian propped his chin up on one hand, the other tapping on the armrest. He frowned down at the holographic screens in front of them, then yawned.

"We get it, you're bored," said a monotone voice behind him.

"Shut up, Techno," Grian grumbled, adjusting himself on the seat so he lay with his legs hung over one arm rest.  "You forget who you're talking to."

"O mighty God of Chaos, bestow upon me a fruitful harvest and good life," Techno said sarcastically, flipping his long pink braid over his cloaked shoulder. Grian tsked, swinging his legs back over to lean over a screen.

"Is it really so bad though?" Techno asked, leaning against Grian's chair. 

"Yes." Grian sighed. "It's my job! I'm meant to create chaos. Bring a little fun around here and there! It's not a crime. Imagine the earth if there wasn't any surprise."

"According to Pearl," replied Techno, "You're meant to control chaos, not create it."

"And you're meant to clean up blood," Grian said sarcastically. "Not spill it."

Techno groaned. "Listen, buddy, if you're upset with your role, then there are plenty of others who will gladly take it."

Grian snorted. "As one of the founders of the Earth, I doubt many others are qualified for my job." He jabbed at the screen. "I'm working on the 1.16 update. Considering using the beds for good. It was brilliant making them explode."

"Mining?" Techno suggested, straightening up. "Make something useful from nether stuff."

"Diamond, but better," Grian said, holding his hands up as if plotting a mural on the ceiling. "Like a nether diamond."

After jotting some down, he sighed. "Enough of this." Grian waved his hand and a viewing portal opened, showing some players.

"Whatcha watching?" Techno asked, opening his communicator and leaning nonchalantly against Grian's special chair. Like a throne, but a bit smaller.

"Hermitcraft," Grian said, leaning forward with his chin on his hands. "You know, if I ever did join a server again, I'd choose Hermitcraft. You could get away with any kind of shenanigan there. It makes me jealous."

"You, of all people, should be allowed to get away with shenanigans," Technoblade.

"What's wrong with being on a server?"  Techno asked, crossing his arms.

"As one of the Leaders, I'm required to be on duty at all times," Grian mumbled. "As the oath of the Protectors of Minecraft states, I swear I will devote my entire attention and energy on improving the game."

"You were on a server before," Techno pointed out.

Grian shrugged. "I technically was never given permission. Pearl rigged the end portal so it brought me back and gave me an excuse never to return."

Techno's gaze softened. "What about your server mates?"

Grian shrugged again. "They made it on their own."

A silence followed the god's words. Grian looked so young, so small, yet he had seen empires rise and fall, oceans fill, lives end.

There was a shuffle at the door. Grian didn't even turn around. "Guess you should go back to DSMP now."

Techno turned to look at the Angel of Death. Philza stood there, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. His black wings were folded tightly to his back, his bucket hat tilted a bit on his head to cover his eyes a bit.

"Techno, mate," he said. "Wilbur called. We should go back now."

"I'm coming," Techno said with a sigh. He'd been the only one of Philza's three kids to inherit godhood. "Goodbye, Grian." 

Grian turned to face him. His baby blue eyes looked so innocent. "Bye. Don't kill too many people. Not everybody's immortal, you know." His eyes wrinkled into a grin.

Techno smiled and left.

~~~

Pearl watched them leave, then walked through and sat down on the floor next to Grian.

"I heard that you know."

Grian rolled his eyes. "You hear everything. Scratch that, you see everything."

She huffed. "As a goddess of the moon, it's only my duty to lead the Watchers."

Instead of making a snarky comment about that, Grian only sighed, standing up and stretching. His red and golden sleeveless robe swished around his ankles as he made his way over to a bookshelf, retrieving a very old yet well kept tome.

"Guide to a God?" Pearl asked. Grian nodded, flipping to a certain page. When Pearl went over to look, she couldn't see anything. This meant that Grian was reading the guide meant for the God of Chaos, and everything he himself had noted if he ever was killed or stepped down. 

Pearl sighed. "I can..." she hesitated, then looked at the viewing portal. It still showed Hermitcraft. "I've wanted to go on a server too. You know I was in Evo."

Grian laughed. "That was funny. You said you were gonna take me back, and didn't know how in the first place."

She whapped him on the arm. "Shut up."

Grian's gaze wandered to Hermitcraft, and he opened his hand, letting red flame of magic dance across it. "I do need somewhere to put all my energy. Coming up with ideas for bed updates is not ideal."

Pearl grinned. "I think we can work something out."

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thanks for reading! have a good day or night, wherever you are!

-Ete