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)

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"

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 :) )

If getting into dangerous situations everyday to see a special somebody was what it took, Grian would do whatever it takes. When Grian was young, the streets adopted him for most of his youth, until a young woman who goes by the name of Cleo came and rescued the rest of his life, to an extent, and gives him a new purpose for his future. The Candy Club. It was never a bad day or night in the Candy Club, drinks were passed around, music was blaring through speakers and people danced until they dropped. One day, a terrible accident occurs and Grian is forced to realise that his life isn't just all fun and games like he imagined it was. When he meets Scar, the doctor and combined fire fighter, his life lights up like a light bulb turning on. Suddenly the reckless things he does might not be so bad if he can see doc Scar. Will he take it too far and fall from grace? Or will his life be turned around from his rebellious attitude? Stripper and Hooker AU TW: Purposeful harm to self, possible further progression. Hi hi, I discontinued this story however I may consider coming back to it in the future, much love <3 -Bingo hehe >:)

Grian (also known as Xelqua), Pearl, and the two new Prime Admins are stuck between a hard place and a rebellion. The hard place being a full-fledged war with an enemy more secretive than the Watchers. An enemy who's always lurking, always listening, always one step ahead. The rebellion being against the Prime Admins... specifically the Prime Admin who's a Watcher. Now, between the entire nation on the brink of collapse, an enemy waiting to pounce the second Grian missteps, and a very powerful former ally now bent on revenge for the murder of his brother (who Grian might've accidentally killed) - Minecraftia (and the hermits) are in greater peril than ever before. And all it takes is one wrong word before the entire order crumbles.

hermitcraft oneshots and fun !! book cover by pizzati on Tumblr, link: https://pizzat-i.tumblr.com/post/642714779843280896/i-just-i-just-love-drawing-him-okay-fam

⚠ 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 :)

Ships: Grian/Mumbo, Bdubs/Doc, Beef/Etho, Ren/Iskall, Cub/Scar Just a collection of hermitcraft oneshots and stories set at various different times in season seven and eight! (First season eight oneshot is "Flower War?") There is an old oneshot in here that contains Keralis/Xisuma from before I was aware that Xisuma is uncomfortable being shipped. Slow updates (Ps don't ship real people.)

A once free and happy minecraft player, who had finally overcome his disaster of a past, finds himself trapped in a place he'd never imagined he'd see again. Was he finally free from being consumed by their power? Or is this just some kind of sick prank that's being pulled on him? For now all he can do is put one foot in front of the other and hope for the best. Hope. Will this lost watcher ever find a place he is accepted in or will he continue to be pushed away by everyone in society? [Trigger Warnings (TW)] This story will contain: •Some mentions of violence •Some mentions of blood, slight gore such as cuts and other battle related injuries ~please let me know of there are any other warnings that I should add here~ [DISCLAIMER] [I do not intend on shipping any characters within this story and if I do ship anyone it will be my own oc's (original characters) not the irl people. I am not writing about the irl people, I am only writing about their character/personas and they will often be ooc (out of character). I do not own all characters that are included in this fanfiction and I do not intend on stealing them. If you do not wish to be included in this story please let me know and this story will be removed. I do, however, own the oc's included in this story and it would be preferred if you ask me before using them in your own work. The main character body and wings were found on google when I searched for 'character base with wings' and I cannot find the owner of the base to credit them, sorry. The background, cloak, mask and other details (such as colour and shading) were all made by me. ~thanks echo]

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]