"One day, Grian, I'll make it happen." "If you do, it'll be your downfall." Ariyaquila's first finished book. As the title says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits or admins, nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. Libra Skyward and the Head Watcher are my characters. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'purple galaxy planets' and picking one)

In the world of Minecraft, there are two beings that have powers. They are the Admins and Watchers, known as the universe's arms. Both disagreeing with what the other did to help, and violence was the way they chose to carry it out. That was years ago, it was brought to an end by four that the universe trusted, they were called Primals, having extraordinary powers. Now, trouble is brewing, the Watchers has captured an Admin, more specifically, a Primal Admin. What would happen when he escapes? How far are the Watchers willing to go for the experiment they are having? Will the Primals finally stop the conflict between the two sides? Do all the Primals have good intentions? Or do they mask the malicious intent they have? Could someone behind the scenes be pulling strings? == Cover Drawn and Edited by me, hope you enjoy this story! ~Yes another Watcher & Admin AU ~Why are you reading this horribly written story ~I need sleep ~My head hurts again AAAAA (No worries, I'm oki) ~Sorry in advance for the terrible plot

I thought of this idea a few hours ago and now I'm posting it on impulse -Me, October 28th Grian, having become a Watcher at the end of Evolution, has run away to a random sanctuary after the destruction of his home world. But what will he do when his magic, the magic that's now a part of him, becomes harmful to his daily life? To him? Will he choose to tell the truth about his identity when the members of Hermitcraft are informed of a Watcher's presence? No shipping. I forgot to say that in some sort of foreword because I started this story at midnight. #1 IN WATCHERS??? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? #5 in Grian 2/4/26

Injured and cornered, he took a risk, one he had never thought he would ever do. Especially when the safety of his server weighs heavily on his life. Without any hesitation, he made that risk, landing himself into the embrace of the Void, unsure of where he would end up at. Which certainly didn't prepare him to find himself on the Ancient, yet Mythical Evolution Server. The Server where many Pantheons were created, especially the most well known and most often hated... The Watcher Pantheon. What purpose did the Void have in sending him to such a place? Why are many of the players he knew and have been friends with are on the server? Most of all, what did Grian involvement truly meant as the Evolutionist Admin?

Xisuma never thought that a single mistake in redstone would cause him to be thrown back in time to another server. Yet finding a familiar face on the said server wasn't something he expected to find on the server either. What is up with the theme of Evolutions and Secrets that they kept up with? Wait, Why was Xisuma sent back in time in the first place? * Important note: The story has been rewritten as a separate story known as "Gates of Evolution", this will still be up for those to read still and/or for people to compare the difference between the original and the re-write.

Grian is one of three top tier admins, and he's always stayed hidden. That is, until he finds the server Hermitcraft and all is revealed. Just a little more in detail then one might like.

He stopped to look over himself in the mirror. His hair was still dripping and he had a couple bruises littering his face. Tommy also took note of the small scrape at the bottom left side of his jaw. He definitely looked like he'd gotten into another fight. His family was definitely going to be worried about that, he might even get a scolding from his dad about fighting. He was not looking forward to that tonight. He sighed as he approached the door. Slowly turning the knob and pushing it open. Whatever he was expecting to find at eight something at night, it wasn't this. In front of him sat his brother in a wooden dining chair, with a few drops of blood on his yellow sweater, holding a handful of tissues to his nose. His father stood in front of him, ice pack in hand, black wings bristled from worry. They only seemed to stand up more as the older man looked over Tommy. "What the hell happened to you?" -Or- The SBI are a fully functional family, all secretly working in different Superpower Factions.

Villan sbi being allies, except none of them know that Tommy is homeless. He's been living like this for years, refusing to let them know out of pride, until he gets into an argument with Wilbur. In response he leads the next hero fight right over his shelter. On purpose.

"Dream, the only friend he had left in the world. God, Tommy never would have imagined he would see the day he would say such a thing regarding the masked man. And yet Dream brought a sense of calm, a sense of soothing. He made Tommy feel safe, he chased away the demons of loneliness, he was there for the young boy. Tommy couldn't be more thankful for all Dream had done for him." 3 months was all it took for Tommy Innit to fall right into Dream's waiting arms. Years was all it took for Tubbo to realise that exiling Tommy was the worst mistake he ever could have made. Moments was all it took for L'Manburg to fall. cover art thanks to @/bunnby-tedi on tumblr cross posted on ao3 @/cookiebook322 sequel being posted now "What Happened To You, Tommy?"

Tommy was tired. Tired of how corrupt the heroes were. Tired of the villains that didn't care who they hurt. Tired of vigilantes who barely helped Tired of standing to the side and allowing it to happen Tired of being just some kid in L'manburg. He wanted to show he wasn't just some kid He wanted to teach Heroes, Villains and Vigilantes a lesson He wanted to take action. Prometheus would take action. Summaries are hard anyways TWs: Violence, Death, kidnapping, manipulation, possesiveness, possessive sbi, the whole shebang, Dark but not too dark COVER ART ISNT MINE NOT CLAIMING IT