(ON HOLD)Behind Closed Doors | Hermitcraft

Author's Note

Hello, I just sort of got into the Hermitcraft fandom, and really I've only seen Grian's perspective on things, so I'll have to watch some of the other hermits. (Probably only the active season 7 members and their videos for it)

Well, I mean I was a regular for Grian's youtube really, but a friend of mine really got me into the fandom. *cough*weirdo_nojudgies *cough*

So this book is probably cringe and horrible writing, but sort of practice for me I suppose.

This is an AU taking place in 19th century victorian area with some steampunk aspects to it, especially those with cybernetic parts to them. Such as Doc, or Iskall's eye.

This book has will include vigilantism, murder, and other crimes such as loan sharking(although it was probably legal back then?), human trafficking, rape, torture, ect. These are not light topics, and will not be romanticized. They are horrible things, and if they make you uncomfortable, I highly highly suggest not going on with this book.

Now, I said vigilantism instead of super heroes because characters in these books will not have any sort of special powers to them. (Okay maybe possibly a little?) They will all be dealt in human personified ways, and the vigilante in this au will have a more masquerade look to him.

Now, unfortunately there may be slow updates as I wanna sort of plan certain things out, and I do need to research things.

If I need characters to fill certain roles that the hermits may not be able to play, then I may add original characters. However, the focus will be on the hermits.

In this, the hermits live on their own land, although there are regular people there besides them.

So here's a snippet of scene that will be in the prologue, although it may be changed from then,

Footsteps pattered through the wet brick streets, as a soft drizzle came from above. A cold atmosphere filled with fear. That night, everyone's lights were turned off. It was devoid of everything but two figures. Alas, the ones that they couldn't even utter their name for fear of not waking up the next day. They wore black trench coats that blended in with the dark of the night, their footsteps echoing through the chilled air they had created. Finally, they stopped at a quaint victorian style home. Reading the address "221G Baker Street," they knew they had the right house. "Open up." The first figure demanded in a voice bone-chillingly deep. It was hoarse and rough, with a lace of aggression in his tone.

When the door finally opened, the second figure pulled out a firearm, spinning the barrel and aiming it at the man's forehead at the other side of the door. Before they even had a chance to react, a loud pop rippled through the air, followed by a thud.

"Where is Grian?"

"His name is Xelqua you loan sharking watcher bastards, and he's only a damned toddler!" Her voice croaked, eyes red and watery as tears ran down her face. She glanced to her husband's body, laying limp and lifeless on the spruce wooded floor. Blood pooling around his head, as a soft hole was placed right in the center of his forehead. Blood slowly oozing out of it and dripping down as he was lying on his side.

"Did you teach your son such profanities you bitch?"

Haha, yeah that probably sucked.

I'm still working on this au, so just give me a little time. My writing skills are probably pretty bland, but I need something to do.

Also there may be some small Grumbo and certain tensions, ect, however shipping will not be a main aspect of this book.

Okay, I'll see you around lovelies, have a good day and please stay safe ❤️