Trigger warnings: unplanned pregnancy and talk of abortions. Let me know of anything else needs to be tagged.
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Grian is a man of secrets, but so are many of the other Hermits and everyone knows not to pry for information not readily given to them. No one asks about his life before he was a Hermit or why he has lavender wings on his back or how he always seems to know when something is going to go wrong mere moments before it happens.
However, drunken nights bring out the most hidden sober thoughts.
"Doc, I need to tell you something." Grian says suddenly and softly as the cybernetic creeper hybrid pins him to a bed in his base.
Doc blinks blearily in surprise through the fog of cheap beer.
"What's wrong? Do you not want to do this?" He asks, backing off of Grian to sit next to the strawberry blonde on the bed.
Grian smiles tiredly and shakes his head.
"No, I want this, but... I don't know if you will after this, but you need to know this." He says, looking away a little sheepishly.
Doc sighs lightly. He scoots a little closer and sets his prosthetic hand on top of Grian's thigh, rubbing small comforting circles into the dark jeans.
"Sunshine, you know I love you. I wouldn't leave you for anything in the world." He tries to keep his voice from slurring, making them come out more deliberate and purposeful.
Grian looks up and is taken aback by the pure, unadulterated honesty and concern in Doc's eye, the robotic half of his face stoic as always.
Grian breathes in deeply.
"I'm a trans guy."
Doc blinks again before laughing a little.
"Don't worry, I brought protection." He says, his voice full of mirth and love before becoming a little more serious. "Have you come out to anyone else?"
"Just three. Scar helps me present more masculine without needing expensive surgeries and Stress because she accidentally walked in on me without a binder once. Cleo, y'know, because she's also trans." He explains, setting a hand on his chest when he mentions Stress.
Doc smiles, nuzzling his face into the crook of Grian's neck.
"Thank you for trusting me with this information."
Grian snorts in laughter, shaking his head as he gently pulls Doc back over top of him.
"C'mon, let's keep going."
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Grian felt sick, the same kind of sickness he's felt every morning and evening for the past two weeks.
Mumbo and Iskall, the two boyfriends he sees on a near day-to-day basis, were growing more and more concerned. That's why, when Grian near passed out from nausea and dizziness in a Sahara meeting, they all agreed that he needed to go see Stress for healing. The magick bouncing around between the ice and snow and the amethyst spires that appear from time to time make her the most powerful on the server in healing magick.
The trip was long, unable to fly without Grian's stomach threatening to heave up his last meal and forcing them to take boats instead, but they make it there within an hour's time and Iskall rockets ahead to warn Stress while Mumbo helps Grian stumble across the ice.
"Oh my gawd, Grian! C'mere, luv, let's get ya inside!" Stress exclaims, bursting away from Iskall's side to guide the three boyfriends into the castle.
