Grian is cursed, or at least, that's what it seems. Trapped against his will to play a cruel game and sacrificing himself for his friends, Grian knows little of happiness. Now forced to throw away his very humanity itself, he must learn to become one of the very beings that toyed with both him and his friends. Will the games ever end, or is he fated to a life of pain and anguish until the bitter end? Note: this contains a lot of angst. There are also a few scenes with blood, but nothing too graphic. (I'm pretty squeamish when it comes to blood myself). Book 1 in The Lost One AU #1 for the tag "Hermitcraft" on October 17, 2022 (out of 3.2k stories) #10 for the tag "Grian" on April 29, 2022 (out of 2.6k stories) #220 for the tag "alternative universe" on August 8, 2202 (out of 49.1k stories)

Not my story, check out the original creator, @blujamas,on ao3 and give them some support. I'll take this down if they want me too. .......................................................... "I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not.

( One of the robbers rushed towards the two boys only to be stopped by a dart to the abdomen. He promptly collapsed and started writhing on the ground, shouting profanities. "What the hell- what the fuck are in those?" Torpedo stared at Tommy incredulously. "Ink." Tommy smiled. "Dude- that could kill someone-" "Oh. Oops." ) In which Tommy is a vigilante who works as a barista with his best friends, who aren't even aware of his secret hobby. Unbeknownst to Tommy, his friends have secrets as well. ‼️THIS IS ENTIRELY PLATONIC‼️

Grian goes missing and Xisuma has a guess on who could have caused it. The past is dragged up as the other hermits try and save their friends, making some new allies along the way. hermitcraft fic, grian centric (actually it focuses a lot on everyone! Grian is just the catalyst ;3) watcher involvment (not super centric though), season 7, au based, tw for some violence and mentions of blood! Hels is pretty centric, so if you're not interested in alt versions of the hermits don't read!

For the longest time Tubbo had wanted to become a dragon rider. Watching the heros compete, dancing through the sky whenever they weren't busy exploring the world or ridding the world from evil fueled him since he was around five years old. As Tommy knows all too well the only thing stopping him is the inability to find a dragon willing to be tamed. One doesn't force a dragon to do anything after all. It's a good thing he has a plan! The uh, the problem with his plan is that it involves using his full hybrid form, something draining and risky. After all hybrids may not be rare, neither is the ability to shift between three forms with varied amounts of hybrid and human showing through. The thing that is rare though, last seen living on the surface 112 years ago rare is...., Being a dragon hybrid. Aka- my sbi, bench trio (plus Michael as a cat) dragon rider fic were Tommy is a dragon hybrid Aka-brain go brrrrr

WARNING: This book is part 2 of a series. Please read Xelqua Rising first before reading this description as it contains spoilers. Finally settling into his new life as a Watcher, Xelqua has made a critical error. Accidentally going into a world with another Watcher named Miesall, he must find his way back to the Watcher's residence, the Downside Up before anything else can go wrong. If only it proved to be that simple...

Eighteen years ago, Tommy Innit was born. Three years ago, the vigilante Vermillion appeared. One year ago, Vermillion was killed. Two weeks ago, hybrids began disappearing, only to reappear as monstrous versions of their former selves. A few minutes ago, Vermillion was spotted.