Scar, a 19-year-old trainee cop, chases a suspect from a bank robbery through a narrow alley late at night. The criminal-who looks disturbingly close to Scar's own age-takes a sharp corner and vanishes without explanation, leaving Scar unsettled. The disappearance feels wrong, especially given rumors that the Yakuza have begun moving into the area, dangerously close to schools and young adults. Dispatch radios Scar, clearly relieved to hear he's alive, and orders him back to the station. His partner, Cub, picks him up, teasing him gently during the quiet drive as Scar sulks over losing the suspect. Upon arriving at the station, Scar expects to be yelled at-but instead, he's met with pitying looks from other officers, which only deepens his anxiety. Scar and Cub are called into their boss's office, where they're informed of a covert assignment. The department needs someone young enough to go undercover at a local college, and Scar is the only agent who fits. The boss reveals the target: Grian, a tired-looking 19-year-old suspected to be the son of a Yakuza family head. Scar's role will be to pose as a college student and become Grian's roommate. Cub protests, calling the plan reckless and unfair given Scar's age and inexperience. In response, the boss explains why Grian is so important: his presence coincides with unexplained failures in Yakuza operations. The department believes Grian is either being unknowingly used-or quietly sabotaging the organization from within. Either way, he's a critical variable. The mission hinges on one thing above all else: Grian has to trust Scar. And Scar realizes that this assignment isn't just dangerous-it may be tied to the mysterious criminal who vanished in the alley, and it will test everything he thinks he knows about justice, loyalty, and himself.

As children, angels were always told the same stories. Whispered in solemn halls, etched into glowing tomes, repeated until they became law rather than lesson. Demons were evil-cruel, sadistic, master manipulators who thrived on corruption and pain. They were said to twist kindness into weakness and curiosity into downfall. It was drilled into every young angel's mind: demons could not be trusted. To trust one was to fall. Skizz never liked those lessons. Even as a child, he felt uncomfortable speaking ill of anyone-be they creature, spirit, or shadow-especially when they weren't there to defend themselves. It felt wrong, like condemning a stranger for a crime you'd never seen them commit. While other angels nodded along, wide-eyed and obedient, Skizz would fidget, wings twitching, brow furrowed in quiet disagreement. He didn't argue out loud-not often-but the doubt lived in him all the same, warm and persistent. Skizz was troublesome in the way only a good-hearted child could be. Hyperactive, endlessly energetic, he found it nearly impossible to remain still through lectures meant to instill fear and discipline. His feet bounced. His fingers traced the glow of the clouds beneath him. His wings were always half-spread, as if ready to leap into the sky at a moment's notice. The world was too big and too beautiful for him to sit quietly and listen to hatred. More than anything, Skizz loved-fiercely and without restraint. He loved the sun as it spilled over the gates of Heaven, loved the laughter of other young angels, loved the idea that goodness could exist everywhere if someone simply chose it. He wanted to give that love freely, to the skies, to the stars, to anyone who might need it. And the idea that an entire group of beings was beyond redemption didn't make sense to him. Because if love was truly divine, then surely it wasn't meant to stop at the edge of Heaven.

Mumbo Jumbo was a vampire. He lived on Hermitcraft as one of the Hermits, and kept this secret locked behind closed doors. He could keep himself under control, and no one on the server was the wiser. But when he suddenly begins to slip, his instincts taking more control of him, he has to figure out how to keep his secret- and his friends- safe. No matter what. -- Mumbo was a vampire. This was a fact that he had to live with. However, Mumbo never did anything to hurt any of his friends. Sure, he had always had urges, to say the least. It was just a part of his nature, his instinct. But Mumbo could control himself. He wasn't an impulsive person, he could keep himself collected. Mumbo knew how to control himself. For the most part. -- 1 in Grumbo - June 15th, 2023 2 in Mumbo - June 23rd, 2023 1 in Mumbo - June 26th, 2023 1 in Grian (???) - July 14th, 2023 1 in Mumbo - July 14th, 2023 1 in Grumbo - July 14th, 2023 5 in Hermitcraft - July 14th, 2023 2 in Hermitcraft - July 20th, 2023 1 in Hermitcraft - July 27th, 2023 1 in Hermitcraft - July 31st, 2023 1 in Grumbo - October 31st, 2023 1 in Grumbo - November 23rd, 2023 1 in Mumbo - December 14th, 2023 1 in Mumbo - December 19th, 2023 1 in Grumbo - January 18th, 2024 3 in Hermitcraft - January 18th, 2024 1 in Grumbo - February 13th, 2024 1 in Hermitcraft - February 13th, 2024

- ❝[𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐃]❞ --- 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐎 [ 𝐇𝐂 ] ༄ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 , Mumbo is secretly a vampire. Grian is openly an avian. Mumbo never cared for-bird blood, exactly. But Grian was the only hermit around. So he could deal with the slight bitterness of his avian streamed blood. Just this once. ~ included ships - Etho x Bdubs . Gem x Pearl . Lizzie x Joel . Ren x Doc . If you do not like any of those ships, do not worry they wont take away from the fic. (Ldshadowlady will in fact be a hermit in the fic.) Art does not belong to me!

Grian and Xisuma are brothers, Watchers, and best friends. They've always gotten into trouble together. The two are young Watchers, but they go farther than they're supposed to and are kidnapped and taken to a new world where they live amongst normal players.

A stoic elf A silly fish boy He melted his heart What will happen? I love flower husbands :3 ^Highest Rankings^ #2 in #fishpeople #3 in #Joel #3 in #FWhip

Grian knew a lot of things. He knew how to cook for a crew of 60 people. He knew how to clean and scrub the deck until his arms went numb. He knew how to avoid being the crew's punching bag for the night. He knew when to shut up and do what he was told. But most importantly - he knew not to hope. Because hoping hurts. So when a battle ends and an unfamiliar man steps into the kitchen, grinning at him like he's not just another piece of plunder, Grian doesn't know how to react. And when he's led onto the deck to meet the pirate captain - the man who now holds his fate in his hands - he braces himself for another cage. Instead, he's met with curiosity. Freedom. A handshake, instead of shackles. And, for the first time in years, a dangerous flicker of something he told himself he'd never feel again. Hope. or; A captured avian, a pirate crew, and a freedom he never dared to hope for (crossposted with permission from ao3)

MaGiC sUcKs ~Yes, this is another Watcher/Hermitcraft story. ~No, there is no shipping. Set during Season 6 because this story came out two days after Season 7. -I only own the people with the weird names. (Not Xelqua.) This is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. -Book cover made on Desygner, background found by searching "old book cover backgrounds"

art isn't mine Scar was the picture of simplicity. He loved his two cats, had a passion for technology, and found fulfillment in teaching others. By day, he was an unassuming man with a knack for gadgets and a soft heart. But by night, he became Hot Guy-a no-nonsense vigilante bringing criminals to justice. Fearless and relentless, he fought his way through the city's darkest corners, ensuring every villain ended up behind bars. With a strict code and unshakable focus, Hot Guy was the city's unofficial protector. Grian, however, lived a life of constant upheaval. Jobs slipped through his fingers, and no city ever felt like home. His mistrust of others kept him on the move, and the fear that haunted him turned his interactions cold. But in the shadows, Grian became someone else: Cute Guy. Sassy, flirtatious, and sharp-tongued, Cute Guy was a wildcard, not an official hero but an informant who danced on the edge of the law. He loved to toy with those who crossed his path, using charm and wit to manipulate the underworld. Though never committed to the hero's cause, Cute Guy always knew how to get what he wanted. When Hot Guy is suddenly compromised-captured and incapacitated-chaos descends on the city. Without its hero, the streets become overrun with criminals, more dangerous than ever. But Cute Guy, despite his reputation for keeping things light, knows there's more at stake. The one person he'd never admit to caring for was in danger, and that pushed Cute Guy into action. Armed with his cleverness, a network of contacts, and his talent for turning enemies into unwitting allies, he infiltrates the criminal underworld to find Hot Guy. As the clock ticks, Cute Guy faces a world he's only flirted with from the sidelines. No longer just an observer, Grian is thrust into the role of an unlikely savior. The sassy flirt has to become a hero in his own right, proving that sometimes, the best way to fight isn't with fists-but with finesse.

The feathered man fell from the sky. To not continue his life. Yet he does not die. But only finds confusion and strife. The nicest vex, having his friend almost slain. He takes a break, and has his friend turn into his date. The Vex vows for investigation to find who had done it with that disdain. Though it will be tough, along for the ride, having his new mate. Grian's life was a mess, having fallen down from some scaffolding and losing his memory, he takes an interest in Scar. Scar, having a new clingy buddy, has to find out who shot Grian, and bring them to justice, all while juggling a practical baby, and his job. The first in the ~Fallen Feathers~ series. ~Scaredy Cat~ is a prequel/spin off. ~Diamond Dust~ is a spin off. ~Finding Father~ is the sequel to this. Cover art isn't mine! It belongs to Earl (@198989898) on Twitter/X.