⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️ 1% of the population are hybrids. Scientists from every realm are offering a large amount of money for whoever captures one. These hybrids spend their whole life fleeing so that they don't get killed. Grian is one of them, but when one of his hermit friends finds out his little secret, his life is on the edge. Will they betray Grian or will they help him? 18/04/2021 #1 IN 'HERMITCRAFT AU' HOLY SHIIIIIT THANK YOU 01/05/2021 #1 IN 'GRAINOFWHEAT' POG 18/09/2021 #2 in 'Taurtis' how the-

Grian is just a normal hermitcraft guy. He goes around pranking people and having fun, always with a good personality. But then something joins the server, determined to dig into Grians mind and change him forever. Grian starts hearing a voice in the back of his head. It gets deeper into his past, digging out power and an unsettling courage to corrupt things around him. Even though he already had a nag for friendly distruction this is a whole different situation. The voice is telling him to hurt hermits. Change hermits. Kill hermits. NPC Grian has come for revenge, and Grian is finding himself swayed by the voice. (This is not an Evo story although it will have mentions that Grian has been an admin. The watchers have nothing at all to do with this story, just the fact Grian has been an admin and knew some things he has forgotten. This story takes place in season 7. Not all hermits will have matching personalities to the actual hermit. This thumbnail was not created by me, it was created by Maiioz on X (forever Twitter). WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )

He had been careful, he had covered his tracks, avoided update portals, kept his scorching magic under his skin, even as it bubbles and sears his veins into charcoal. Grian had done everything in his ability to keep the Watcher's unaware of his location. He just hadn't accounted on attracting something else's attention. Maybe, he mused, the Watchers would have been the preferable outcome, at least they let him keep his memories. [Rewrite of an old fic called 'The Luck of Yesterday'] [Crossposted on Ao3]

All bad things start with storms, So when a freak storm appears on the server it's no wonder things go wrong. After Grian ends up in an unfortunate accident he wakes up to find himself in an unrecognisable forest with no memory of his past events and unusual powers that he feels he shouldn't have anymore, along with some troubling side effects. As he tries to remember what happened to him and who this mysterious white eyed figure that is always nearby is, he makes new friends under a new, or rather old name. He begins to wonder what his old life was like, and if it really mattered, Will he be able to remember what happened before something horrible happens, or will he go on his own path, unaware of everything he's leaving behind [this is not a ship fic, sorry if you came here for any of that [this is me the to be a tragic story line and may have a few disturbing topics including gore and various mental health issues [Reader discretion is advised (Yes there will be a few Oc's in this story but nothing that changes the HermitCraft cannon too much)

This story will include - Shipping - swearing - an AU - some angst - violence - blood Note : I don't ship the hermits irl. Just the minecraft personas they present on screen. If they don't like being shipped, then I will remove the story (tbh I'll just remove the shippy parts.) This is my first story so please provide some constructive criticism. Rank 30 in #grian on 18/01/21.

Would you hide a part of yourself? You might do it if that part scared you. After a while, you might get good at hiding your secrets and past. Grian had experience with that sort of thing, and now he must do it once again - but it's so much harder this time. I am writing this for AO3, but I decided to start posting it on here as well Because of that, updates might be slow even though I update the AO3 version very VERY often This takes place in Season 7, and begins during the Mayoral Campaign

Grian has found refuge and safety in Hermitcraft. However, his past is quickly catching up to him, and with it comes the pain that he's been trying so desperately to hide. As Grian tries to run from his past, he runs into something much more dangerous: the truth. #1 in watchers - 4/5/22 #1 in grian - 4/23/22 #1 in evo - 6/3/22 #3 in hermitcraft - 9/2/24

5/12/21 - 25/10/22 Moons big. And it's only getting bigger. When Grian makes that observatory, he swears he can hear something. The moon gets bigger, the voices get louder. Once he quits sleepling to devote to the moon.. The moon choses him. ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ Authors Note: This fanfic was made in 2021 and it really shows! Spelling errors, plot holes, weird edgy decisions. I might decide to rewrite it if I ever meet specific conditions but this is a mega warning that this fic is quite bad. Grian is the only one in the Mooners religion. Tw: Death (major character death), Blood, Self harm (?) fighting (verbally and physically) Medications, etc. I don't know what else to cover but do not read if these make you uncomfortable ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ 30/30 chapters. Reader tear jar has been filled

A small boy wearing nothing but white and gray ran through the quieted parts of the popular server. He ran until he found the secret redstone door he saw his friend, and only friend to be frank, make it before his eyes. The boy stepped on the stone pressure plate, watching the pistols unfold the door in front of him. He couldn't help but be awestruck everytime. Beyond there laid his friend he made just a year ago when he was allowed to visit another server for the first time. - • - A Hermitcraft 6 AU. Yes, I know Season 7 is running right now but Season 6 is just a lot more fun and it works the best for this story in general. [ Story completed on July 26, 2020 ]

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me