Grian centric oneshots

Grians first Mcc:?

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-au: Watcher Grian
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1st person (Grian

I was getting a bit panicked, Iskall nowhere in sight and me not knowing where I'm going as Iskall just convinced me to participate in 'MCC' or 'Minecraft championship' it seems cool but now when you're lost. My brightly colored wings, normally spread even when I'm walking, were tucked at my sides, given it's such a crowded place 3 people had ran into them already and I don't want a fourth.

I finally spotted that eye-piercing green sweater, weirdly he was alone next to a large tree near a cliff, but finally I wasn't surrounded by strangers!

I ran up to him, noticing he had his hood on, and grabbed his arm, my wings fluttered happily.
"Iskall! you can't leave me alone like that! I can and will get lost-" I looked up at him and he was looking back.. this isn't Iskall. His outfit was extremely similar in my defense, blinding green hoodie, blue jeans and sneakers, and with his hood up and facing away from you they're basically the same! And they were basically the same height, this guy maybe being taller, paler skin, which I hadn't seen until now, the only other differences was this guy wore a white mask with a smile scribbled onto it, and his hair was a lighter blonde than mine is. My wings shot out from their resting position and I pulled my hand away. "You- you're not Iskall.." I muttered nervously.

"No I'm not" the man responded., I couldn't see his eyes but I can tell he's staring. I looked around nervously, I have 2 options.

1- go back into the GIANT crowd and try to find Iskall.
2- stay with this random guy and hope Iskall finds me.

My wings rested defensively at my sides, my whole body felt tense and I was beginning to panic, I don't want to sit with this stranger but no way I'm going back in that crowd, admins, contestants trying to practice, fans obsessing and trying to find who their voting for.. chaos, it's all it is really.

"So, who are you?" The stranger asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Oh! I- Grian" he nodded.
"Dream" Dream? Personally never heard of him, though I'm guessing he's a player in MCC. It was silent, he moved his hands in and out of his pocket while I stood there picking at my fingernails, still debating whether to go or not.

"You seem nervous?" He said as more of a question. I felt like a child, lost and wary of a stranger- That's right, I'm an adult why is this so difficult? So nerve racking?

I nod slightly, the guy seems nice enough.
"You must be a new player in MCC" I nod again. "So is it your first time in the training grounds then?" He questioned. I nod once again, a reoccurring theme. "You said you were lost, is there a place you're looking for?"

"Yeah, the archery zone" I replied.
"I was about to go there myself, I could take you there?" I nod, my wings going into a more relaxed position. "Yeah, thanks"

As we approach the archery zone I saw a giant sign hanging above it with the label 'archery' I felt a bit dumb for not noticing it before. I saw Iskall -actually him this time- waiting near one of the practice ranges.

"Thank you, Dream" I thanked him, as I was about to go toward Iskall he grabbed my wrist.
"You seem.. cool, wanna be friends?" He asked boldly, pulling up his friend-code.

I shortly accepted a friend request from 'DreamWasTaken' kinda weird ID. He sent a 'hi' in the chat to make sure it worked before going saying bye, going to the training area closest to us. I waved before going to the one Iskall was standing at.

"Finally, Iskall! Why did you leave me!" I clung to his arm with an over-exaggerated tone of betrayal in my voice. He gave me a side hug.
"You found your way here by yourself, so not too big a deal, though I'm sorry YOU got lost" he said that last part jokingly.
"If you mean getting help from a stranger who I mistook for you, than yes, I got here by myself" I said playfully, he gained a puzzled look.
"Someone helped you get here? Who? Was it an admin?" He questioned a bit concerned. I shrugged it off and grabbed a practice bow.
"No, or I don't think so, but he was nice enough to bring me here" I said lining up my shot to the target.
"Was he a contestant or..?" The Swede pried. I shot the arrow, it landed dead center of the target. "Probably, he said he needed to come here himself, and his name was familiar.." I grabbed another arrow.
"What was his name?" So many questions.
"Dream" I nearly dropped my bow thanks to the screech that followed. I turned to look at Iskall. "What?"