Hermitcraft oneshots

.•⦁ Just not his week ⦁•.

Alternative title:
Genre: fluff
Notes/prompt/idea: Grian's prank goes wrong. / Grian's overworked?
Request: nope
Ship: Doc x Grian, if you must. Platonic or romantic 🤷
TW: overworking yourself, burns?
(tell me if I missed any?)

This is like, pretty old. And really short. So um- yeah. I hope it's okay and you enjoy :)

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Grian's week had not been great so far.
He had to restock the barge from top to bottom 3 times, his redstone wouldn't work, neither Mumbo nor Scar could hang out, Impulse was sick, Ren was busy with his base, and area 77 was being annoying to handle alone, stressful even.

On top of all of that, he crash landed at least twice, dying in the process.
One of the two times he couldn't find his way back and his things disappeared, making it so he had to go make, get or buy everything he was now missing.

As you can see, his week wasn't very ideal when he just wanted to finish his base.

His friends had been making jokes about the back of his base for the longest time now, and he wanted to make them proud! But the pressure was way too much, and the jokes hurt him more then they made him laugh.

So he decided he would make a to-do list and stick to it. If he crammed everything in one day it would be over.

To-do
Restock barge- 15 shulkers sand, 12 shulkers gravel, 8 double chests wood. (Birch, dark oak, spruce, pine)

Collect stuff for back of base- 11 shulkers grey concrete, 9 shulkers light grey concrete, 4 shulkers stone, 2 shulkers dark prismarine, 1 various to blend.

Prank area 77- TNT, redstone Note to self: don't blow anything up on accident.

With the to-do list done, he started checking things off.

Grinding for the sand, gravel and wood was alright, but it took longer then he had expected. He worked way into the break he had planned in for himself, and even if he skipped it, he would have to work very hard to catch up on the lost time.

So he did just that.
The worked extra hard to collect enough sand, gravel, dye, stone and other various things to make the 27 shulkers he needed for the back of his base.

Grian had been busy so long that he didn't know how late it was, but he was done, and it had taken him only a few hours. But looking at his list again, he realized he still needed prismarine.

Luckily, he could just get that from Xb's shop. Right?

Wrong.
Xb was totally out when Grian checked his shop, and the restock wasn't scheduled until the next morning.
The impatient pesky bird simply couldn't wait that long, and stupidly decided to raid a sea temple.

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Coming back drenched, weak from the guardians, but still victorious, he dropped the two shulkers on the table of his hobbit hole.

The poor, wet hermit sunk to the ground, and took out the damp list. It had gotten wet on his errand and some of the ink had bled so he couldn't read the words anymore.

He knew what the last task on the list was, but he couldn't study it. He beat himself mentally for being stupid and not doing the prank first, but still crossed off all the material gathering.

After what felt like an hour, what in reality was 5 minutes, the gremlin got off the ground, grabbed the materials that he needed for his prank, stuffed everything in a shulker, and trudged outside tiredly.

Readying himself for take off, he searched his inventory for rockets. Seeing 7 left over, he sighed. He would have to go get more later.
But in the end none of that mattered anyway. His wings were wet.

The bird had forgotten about that, and he beat himself mentally once again for not doing the prank first.

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Since he couldn't fly, he decided to take the nether.

He walked though the nether hub more attentively than ever, realizing the beauty of it. He was thankful for the hub, especially now he couldn't fly.

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Arriving at area 77's portal dead tired, Grian went though it, relieved that he would finally be out of the heat.

Apparently, Grian had gone though the wrong portal, because this one didn't go to the entrance, rather, it went straight to the front of the biggest building.
(A/N: help, I forgot the word for it. hanger? Something like that. My bilingual brain can't remember.)

Luckily, this was where Grian had wanted to be anyway, and he smiled at his bit of luck.
He plopped his shulkerbox on the concrete next to him, took out the things he needed, and started his project quietly. 

But his little bit of luck ran out quickly.
The redstone that had gone so well everywhere else, just didn't work here.
It was very frustrating to the hermit, but he wouldn't quit yet, not until it blew up in his face, he was determined to finish his list.

A full hour later, he finally got it to work!
He did a little dance of happiness and checked the time. It was already pretty dark, and mobs were starting to spawn all around him.

Naturally, he panicked a bit, his instincts yelling at him to hurry and pack up, but he was already to late...

The redstone that had taken him so long to do, was ruined by a single creeper explosion.

Grian didn't care anymore after that.
He didn't even care about the burns he got from the blast.
He was too tired and stressed to care, and he dropped down to the ground in a ball, crying.

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The sound of the explosion brought a specific creeper hybrid out of the building, and when he saw a hippie blowing holes in his lawn, and stomped over yelling loudly.

But when he got close enough to see him properly in the dusk, he stopped his outburst.

The poor hermit looked miserable. He had bags under his eyes, burns on his face and he was surrounded by broken redstone components.

Doc immediately regretted yelling, because the hermit on the ground whimpered at him.
The creeper tried to get closer to comfort his fellow hermit, and the small hybrid moved over to him like he was drawn to the other.

The taller kept his arms wrapped around the smaller's waist securely, grounding him.
Grian buried his head into Doc's chest.

And just like that, Grian fell asleep.

He still had to finish his list, but it could wait until tomorrow. Not everything has to be rushed, he could do stuff in his own time.

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No talking. Hm. Meh.

Hope this is okay even if it is pretty old. Didn't know whether I wanted to add this but I thought- yknow, I'll just update a shorter one cause I was having trouble with starting a new oneshot 😅 so this worked.

Have a nice day/night wherever you are!
Remember to take care of yourself :)
Don't end up like Grian in this! Take breaks if needed and have snacks and or water.

Also- I'm still doing requests- yes- I'm slow :,) I apologize 😔