Grian Oneshots :D

Grian's not doing well...

Isn't this title so relatable?

Btw if u wanted, I decided to open up requests, so just drop them in the comments and I'll try to get ur idea published soon :)

Tw: anorexia, slight mention of rape, blood

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To most people, Grian seemed happy. He could always be seen to be having fun, smiling, cracking jokes. But unfortunately, dear reader, the author likes angst. Underneath his façade, he had riddling secrets which ate away at him. He didn't want anyone to know about any of his past. He was terrified of the prospect of the hermits not liking who he really was.

It wasn't always like this. Grian loved to reminisce about when he was younger, with Sam and Taurtis, who would accept him no matter what. That was until Grian left for a few years and came back to a deranged Sam egged on by a mad girlfriend.

The duo had begun to abuse him and Taurtis. At least, even then, he found solidarity (not the ytuber) with Taurtis. That had all changed when Sam had stabbed Taurtis to death. Grian still remembered his throat being hoarse from screaming and crying. That night had only gotten worse. Sam began to abuse him, physically, mentally, and even sexually. He dreaded to think what would've happened if the police hadn't shown up.

Ever since then, the boy had been afraid to open up to anyone.

Deciding that he had done enough reminiscing, Grian pushed his way out of bed and began to prepare for the day. There was a hermit meeting in half an hour, and people would get suspicious if he didn't show up. Pulling on a jumper, he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed at the sight of himself. Only seeing his flaws, he made his way to the bathroom and knelt down in front of the toilet. He opened his mouth and shoved 2 fingers down the back of his throat. It was common practice for him at this point. He tried to retch up something, anything, feeling his nails against his throat.

A small amount of food was left in the water, as well as a couple drops of blood.

Checking his watch, he realised he only had 20 minutes until the meeting. He grabbed his toothbrush and furiously scrubbed his teeth, trying to get rid of the smell of sick inside his mouth. Relatively happy with the result, and running out of time, Grian quickly applied some makeup over the bags under his eyes. After that was done, he grabbed his keys, burst out the front door, and immediately took off for the shopping district, where the meeting would be held.

10 minutes left. Crossing the ocean, he covered his face with his hands to protect the drying makeup from the sea spray.

5 minutes left. He noticed an ocean monument underneath him, with a small platform nearby, indicating it had already been looted.

3 minutes left. He saw land come into view, the silhouette of shops against the horizon.

2 minutes left. He reached the edge of the island, soaring over a rocky beach.

1 minute left. He spotted a long table with seats all around it. All but one were filled.

0 minutes left. He dived down and landed in his seat just as he heard Xisuma ask if anyone had seen Grian.

"Present!" He said cheekily to laughter around the table.

"G, this is the fifth time you've been almost late in a row," Xisuma started sternly, but began to break into laughter towards the end of his sentence.

"Gotta keep the streak up," Grian replied.

"... I'm not even sure what to with you at this point," X sighed back, trying to look disappointed but failing spectacularly. Changing the subject, the admin began to tell them about a minor update they would be going through soon, telling them the usual side effects, such as disorientation or motion sickness.

However, Grian had zoned out. He was staring at a point just over X's shoulder, deep in thoughts. Then he felt a sharp pain his arm. Letting out a yelp, he turned to see Mumbo poking him, seemingly surprised at something. Grian looked around the table, seeing similar looks of shock across the different faces staring at him. He didn't like the way the hermits were looking at him, with elements of confusion, surprise and something he couldn't quite name.

"W-why did you poke me so hard Mumbo?" Grian asked, cursing himself for his stuttering.

"What are you on about? I tapped you lightly... are you ok Grian? Why did you yell?" Mumbo replied, confusion lacing his voice.

"O-oh... I was just... just surprised," Grian lied quickly. He thought he was safe, but the look Mumbo gave him told him that he didn't believe him. Grian began to panic. He felt a crack shoot through his façade, fiddling with his fingers under the table. His leg began to bounce. He couldn't let them find out about his cuts; if they found out, what else could they discover about him? How would they feel about him? Nobody would like him anymore. He would surely be an outcast again.

He brushed a tear away, and tried to control himself. He definitely didn't want to have a panic attack in front of the hermits. Still receiving that strange look from the hermits, he pushed his seat back and took off, flapping his wings twice to throw himself up into the air. Rocketing through the biting wind, tears blinding him. He flew as fast as he could. He didn't care where he would end up, anywhere was better than back there, where he was vulnerable.

He smashed into something. It wasn't hard like rock, but it wasn't soft either. Looking through his bleary eyes, he realised he was in a field. That red stuff around him surely hadn't been there before though, it still looked wet. Pressing a hand against the back of his head, he felt something wet, and realised it was his own blood. Strangely though, he didn't feel the pain. Not even when he collapsed onto the floor. Not even when his eyes began to struggle to stay open, dots congregating at the edge of his eyesight. In fact, he noted with a bitter laugh, he couldn't feel anything.

With that final thought, he blacked out.

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The first thing that Grian felt was a pounding headache, racking throughout his entire body. The second thing he noticed was the soft breeze against his skin, against his forearms. His exposed forearms. With a gasp, the avian sat up and stared at where several of his self-made cuts lay across his skin. A bandage around his head blocked his hearing from his left ear, but he didn't mind.

Noticing he was alone, he tried to call out.

"H-hel-hello?" A voice emerged out of his mouth which didn't sound like his usual cheery tone, but the bird felt it represented him better. It was hoarse and broken, teary and tired.

Almost immediately, a person rushed into the room, arms outstretched. Grian flinched noticablely, before feeling an embrace lock around him. He recognised the sounds of X's breathing mechanism and began to calm down slightly.

Another body piled into the hug, and Grian recognised the flash of Mumbo's red tie. Then someone hugged him from behind, and the avian smelt the signature scent of cinnamon that indicated Scar. More and more bodies piled onto the hug, making Grian relax as he realised every hermit was there.

He heard a whisper in his ear, "we love you Grian, and we always will, no matter what you do or who you are."

Comforted by this, Grian snuggled back into the embrace. The hermits were still unaware of most of his secrets, but at least he knew that he could trust them now.

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Woo another one shot done!

How do u guys cope with homophobic family? I met up with my cousin (30m) a few days ago and his son (4m) found some makeup in a present for his older sister, and put a little bit on. Anyway my cousin started getting angry at him, saying that he didn't want a "they/them" in the family, and that he was a "boy not a girl." The worst part was that the rest of my family kinda just went along with it...

Anyway that didn't help my depression.

Also quick shoutout to  @OmbraBoodStorm2024  for the support and everything, go check her out :).

That's enough from me, see you guys soon <3

                                                                                                               -Cleary