Grian Oneshots!!

Nightmares [Angst/Comfort] S9 (Skyblings)

ignoring the fact that i haven't posted in four months-

school is lowkey kicking my ass so sorry for not posting :(

i also have no ideas so if you have any requests pls let me know

TWs:
- slight Taurian not really (Taurtis x Grian)
- panic attack/mental breakdown (tears too)
- corpse/gore
- implied car accident
- screaming
- slight suicidal thoughts (not really)
- feelings of worthlessness 
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enjoyyyyyy

Soft hums fill the space, accompanying the sounds of metal stirrers clanking against glass mixing bowls. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts through the kitchen from a hot pan that is set on the counter as Grian loads another with raw dough. Once the oven dings, he takes the new pan out and places it next to the other one, replacing it in the oven with the other.

After a 12-minute baking time, Grian retrieves the last baking pan, setting it down with the others to cool. He takes off his oven mitts and unties his apron, and returns them to their respective drawer. Finally, after hours of baking, Grian finally makes his way over to his kitchen island, pulling out a barstool to sit down. God, he hadn't realized how much his back had started to hurt.

Much to his disappointment, however, a knock at his door grabs his attention. Groaning while getting up and walking over, Grian instantly misses sitting down and resting his back. He opens the door.

"Morning, Grian!" an excited Ren exclaims with a bright face. His cheerful smile is very contagious, and a small one creeps onto Grian's face.

"Hello, Ren," Grian steps back to allow space for him to enter. "Come in."

Grian closes the door behind Ren. Lured by the mouth-watering aromas, Ren makes his way to Grian's kitchen area, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the many trays of pumpkin cookies.

"Oh my god, Grian, these smell absolutely delicious!" He exclaims, holding back the urge to stuff his face.

"Thanks!" Grian says, proud and thankful that someone appreciates his hard work.

"Alright, so," Ren begins, reaching into his inventory to pull out a notepad and pen. He checks something off before returning his attention to Grian. "I think that you should cover these and keep them for now, and on the day of the party, you can transport them to the place. I can help you if needed. I built a smaller, victorian style house for the party, and it's at these coordinates," Ren turns the notepad around and shows Grian messily written but still readable numbers, which he copies down on his communicator.

"Sounds good, I can do that," Grian says, resting the device on his kitchen counter.

"Perfect!" Ren exclaims, hurriedly scribbling something else down on his notepad before closing and shoving it back in his inventory. "See you in a few days?" Ren says, turning around.

"See you!" Grian replies, waving goodbye with a smile as Ren boosts himself away with his elytra.

Spooky season is upon them, and this year Ren took on the responsibility of hosting Hermitcraft's Halloween party. He had asked many hermits for their help or advice, and had requested that Grian bake a fall-themed treat for the party, hence the pumpkin flavor of the cookies. Who doesn't like pumpkin flavored things?

Grian re-enters his kitchen and begins piling his dirty bowls, measuring cups, and stirring spoons in his sink. He'll wash them later, he's far too tired to do any of that now. He quickly covers the platters of cookies with plastic lids and heads to his bedroom, flopping down in his nest of pillows. Dramatically exhaling, Grian adjusts his position until he's comfortable, stretching and laying out his wings. Due to his exhaustion, it only takes a minute and a half for Grian to fall asleep.