after moving into 1980s home the realtor had described that it was abandoned more so that they couldn't get a hold of the owner making it abandoned it was beautiful a greenhouse so many rooms little did he know that two very tired and hungry lessons and have been the home as well. also little did he know he was moving into a community full of interesting and unique creatures

HotGuy has always been a solo hero, that is until a new vigilante came to town. the new vigilante saves him but he thought he had it handled pretty well. he was so wrong

Grian is a simple Avian living day to day with his abusive mother and love for art. Scar is an Earth Elf who was bullied for his scar and desperate to make a friend. When these two meet, they form an unbreakable bond with each other. But they both still have their own darkness forged by years of trauma - in the past, and now, in the present. As they grow closer, they must navigate all forms of obstacles; some that bring them closer, others that try and push them apart. As they start to feel something more than friendship, they must figure out how to cope with each other's problems and forge past people intent on ruining their lives. A highschool AU! Only fluff, NO SMUT!!! I do NOT ship the Irl versions of Grian and Scar, just their Minecraft personas/characters. (THIS STORY CONTAINS THINGS LIKE ABUSE (mental, physical, and sexual), SELF-HARM, SWEARING/BAD LANGUAGE, UNCOMFORTABLE TOPICS, VIOLENCE, and MORE! BEWARE!) I'm not going to give it the Mature tag for now, but if you guys think it needs it, please tell me and I'll add it! I don't want any people that feel too young to read this to, you know, read this. Everyone should be over thirteen on here, but you never know. Only read if you're on Wattpad and this story is written by Hurt_Context! Anywhere and anyone else is not the original version and has been stolen! Cover art not by me! Image is a Picrew, text by me. #1 in Avian on the 09/02/2025 #50 in Minecraft on the 14/03/2025 #56 in Ships on the 18/03/2025

Vexes and Watchers have always gone hand in hand-though not in harmony. The prevailing legend among the players tells of a twisted bond: Vexes, once majestic creatures of the in-between, reduced to little more than violent, shimmering wraiths-pets, tools, weapons-kept on a short leash by the Watchers. Most say it's abuse cloaked in obedience. Others say it's the only language these winged terrors understand. So, when a newly ascended young Watcher is given two Vexes-his first real assignment-he braces himself. He expects snarling, snapping, eyes glowing with fury and betrayal. He's read the files. Heard the tales from seasoned Watchers who boast about broken wings and conquered spirits. He's even seen footage of rogue Vexes ripping through entire bases in bloodlust. But what he gets... is different. They're small. Smaller than expected. One clings to the corner of the room, wings drooping like torn silk, eyes flickering with dim, uncertain light. The other keeps low to the ground, trembling any time the Watcher so much as breathes too sharply. Neither of them meets his gaze. Neither of them hisses, or screams, or attacks. They're kind. Gentle. One even offers him a fractured flower-where it got it, he doesn't know. They're afraid of him, but not angry. Not volatile. It's not submission... it's survival. And he doesn't understand. He's not used to Vexes being soft. He's not used to being feared like that. And the more he observes them-how they sleep curled up together for comfort, how they flinch at sharp sounds, how they whisper in a language only they know-the more questions bloom. Were the stories wrong? Were the others lying? Or had the Vexes only ever shown their claws because the Watchers never gave them a reason to sheath them? He begins to wonder: are they monsters at all? Or just victims with wings?

Something strange begins to happen to Grian, and he leaves the Island for information. But of course, his fellow Hermits have to come rescue him. He spends some time recovering and thinks it's all in the past. But after accidentally poisoning Mumbo, Grian discoveres the story isn't quite over yet.

⚠ Cover Art Isn't Mine ⚠(I wish it was though like, DAMN! talent!!! When Mumbo Jumbo died unexpectedly his best friend, Grian, never recovered. He'd locked himself in his house and hasn't left it for six entire months. All the other hermits were worried sick about him, and the only one who hadn't given up, hadn't lost hope, was Scar. He still showed up at Grian's door every single day. Could Scar save Grian from the massive hole he'd dug for himself, or had he gone too far to come back? Total word count: 47, 172 Started: July 22, 2022 Ended: August 24, 2022 This is offiacially on AO3 under the same name! I also have the same name on AO3 :)

This story starts right after chapter 15 of Double Hearted by Kitsuneisi on Tumblr. Cover art was also created by Kitsuneisi. After Grian is released from the hospital things aren't the same between Hotguy and Cuteguy. Hotguy trying to make up for his mistakes leads to an unexpected discovery that could change the lives of mutants everywhere, and changes his relationship with Grain and Cuteguy. They grow closer as the world around them changes. This is also my first fanfiction in 5-6 years I want to note that I am a physically disabled man myself and an ambulatory wheelchair, cane, and brace user, so a lot of what I write in this about experiencing disability is based on my own personal experiences. I, however, do not have a neuromuscular condition like Scar and this will definitely not be accurate to his real condition.