hermitcraft onshots | ART CREDiT goes to @cocoabats on twitter/X!

{I need my mending book!} 🌑⚠️

Episode for Referance: S10 EP3 hermitcraft

Characters Involved : Geminitay, Grian

TW : Mutilation, body changing/morphing, slight emotional aggression, angst, referance to substance abuse, slight use of "substance" (subjective)

P.S  this is my first fic so its kinda bad, please point out spelling and grammar mistakes <3 now enjoy.

PS.PS / AUTHORS NOTE this fic has been updated for spelling and grammar! (future updates will be for the same reason)

[Grian POV, 3rd person]

It was midday, many middays had passed fishing, the bobber blurred between red and white to a splotch in Grian's vision as he tried to maintain focus, but it wasn't that hard. After all, he loved fishing.

<Grian> I have a fishing problem

<Grian> Someone help please

<GeminiTay>  omw

Gem's footsteps approached as the vision slipped into view, at least half a dozen lines all stuck to one rod and an eager Grian at the end looking to the water with anticipation of something yet to come.

"Holy shit Grian, what did you do?" Gem called out rushing forward to him, but she didn't reach the deck before she saw something off.

"I don't know-" He pouted in a slight whining tone 

"I just logged on and they multiplied, and only one line works, thats the worst of it. The rest are just for show!" He said out, pulling up the rod, a salmon land in his off hand, all while the other lines cast out stayed drifting on the water top.

"GOD damn it!" He hissed out, in a serpentine like way, that let Gem see what was happening.

As he got furious he raised in to his mouth and ripped a large chunk of its side out, chewing it in his mouth, now warped and changed. His teeth grew ever so sharper like those of a piranha. The hand clutching his fishing rod looked different in such an insignificant manner that if Gem wasn't searching for it, it might have never shown up on its own.

His hand looked... wet? Like it was slicked with some river water but that wasn't it, it didn't drip and shake off slightly when the line was tugged it almost look like.. No, but that can't be right, can it? Scales? Could the parrot man- well former parrot man now, but that's beside the point- could he be growing scales?

Not only that but in his anger his face changed more than the teeth. His usually soft amber eyes turned a bright yellow with pupils of a fish as the remnants of the salmon scattered to the river.

"woah!-" Gem shouted to him as he tore his eye back from the rod to her. His eyes flitted back to normal, revealing a passion for fishing tainted by the sheer necessity fish more. "You ok Grian?" Gem laced her words carefully, like she was forming a net to slowly intertwine around him, trapping him, but safely. soundly. gently.

"I just ne-" he paused his word and panted a tense breath.

"I just need my mending book.." His eyes flitted between Gem and the rod, between contemplation of stopping and a longing as well as a burgeoning by hunger to continue. The rod drew his eyes in, in a comforting way like the heat of a fire drawing in people on a cold night. It was like an addiction to him. Every catch every single last one was like a hit or a shot or a roll of the dice and he knew quitting wouldn't behold anything so he kept going. Getting suck down farther and farther till all he could do was fish, day in, day out. It offered a calm within the storm, but the calm and storm came from the same thing. No, they were the same thing.