Grian had a big problem dealing with yanderes in his school. They threatened him, hurt him and made him do things that he didn't want to do. Everyone around seemed to be insane. There was danger on every step he did, but then a new student stransfered to their school. Is he different or is he as insane as them. It happened to be both... I only ship the personas, not the real life people. I just had the thought... I want to share it so so much, for freak's sake!! The art cover is mine, don't worry^^

Evil Xisuma is released from The Void after being banished into the black abyss two years before. Now he's back in Hermitcraft, and the Hermits don't know what to think. Should they ban him again or forgive and forget? Welcome him back with open arms and cookies or hurt him before he hurts them? And what the heck happened to him while in The Void? Hi! I'm Mya... Um... So...yeah... I'm writing a Hermitcraft AU... Enjoy!!

Grian and his friends on Hermitcraft are close. They've been friends for a while, and they have never really had any huge problems with each other. At least, that's what Grian thought before he overheard the other Hermits talking about him behind his back. Soon, Grian realizes that maybe he and his friends aren't as close as he'd like to think. He doesn't realize how much this affects him until one day, he begins to develop a strange disease. After learning he has a disease known as Hanahaki, a disease that stems from unrequited love, he realizes that a heart doesn't just break for romantic partners, but also for family. #3 in Grian: February 21st, 2023 #1 in Grumbo: March 16th, 2023 #3 in Hermitcraft: March 17th, 2023 #2 in Hermitcraft: March 18th, 2023 #1 in Grumbo AGAIN: March 23rd, 2023 #2 in Grian: April 11th, 2023 #1 in Grian: April 17th, 2023 AYOOOOO??? #1 in Grumbo: May 25th, 2023 #1 in Hanahaki: December 3rd, 2023 (HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT)

"The wind under my wings made me feel free, memories of the past floding back to me. Were they happy memories? No. But that didn't matter now, I- no, We are safe now, and I intend to keep it that way." This is my first fanfiction, so please don't expect to much of me. There might be some shipping, but no smut. Please just ignore spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language.

When the Watchers breach Hermitcraft, chains and masks drag Grian back into the void. The hermits refuse to let him go without a fight, but even rescue is only the beginning. Some tethers cut deeper than any chain.

*honestly this was to stop myself to fill the other story with scarian-* - no nsfw. - I can do request (only if I want to do it.) - tws mentions will be used if needed. - this is just for fun btw. - be patient. - I don't ship the real ppl. - you can't blame me for anything emotional. ⧼ Started: Apr. 22, 2022 ⧽ ⧼ Stopped: Aug. 22, 2022 ⧽

Worth A Fortune - GoodTimesWithScar x Grian A Desert Duo high school AU DISCLAIMER: Characters, not irl. Obviously. -- 'Fortuna Secondary is a private secondary school based in rural England. It is a school specifically made with demi-humans and hybrids in mind and is notoriously hard to get into without the money to do so.' Elemental elf Scar Goodtimes had recently moved to rural England, a quiet valley home to all kinds of people, from a small forest just outside Texas after an...unsavoury incident. The kind of guy that could get along with anyone, but still would rather just sit by himself with his cat. And there, at his new school, he finally makes real friends, finds things he enjoys, everything finally starts looking up for him. And Fortuna is where he meets the boy who will become the love of his life. A pesky, overly curious, maybe a little messed up avian named Grian, who wants to know everything about everything. They're very opposite people, but at the same time, they just click. They get each other. Opposites attract might not just be a saying after all, huh? -- started writing - 24/09/25 ch.1 published - 05/10/25

A Hermitcraft Hero AU where healer Grian is caught between villains, heroes, Mumbo's overprotective instincts, and far too many cats. ------- Grian shifted on his feet, uncomfortable under the weight of the villain's gaze. They both knew the question hanging between them. Why is a healer here? Healers weren't allowed to live quietly. They were accounted for. Watched. Used. Not serving coffee in a cat café. When Phantom spoke again, his voice was steady in a way it hadn't been before. "I'm in your debt."

Deep within the tangled root systems of the Mycelium Wilds, hidden beneath layers of moss and illusion magic, lies a facility no outsider was ever meant to find. A soft, eerie green glow pulses from the center chamber-originating from two towering bioluminescent tubes filled with strange liquid. Suspended inside are two unconscious figures-non-Hermits. Unknowns. Intruders? Gem guards them the closest, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by unnerving calm precision as she monitors their vitals and neural patterns on flickering arcane tech. Something about their biology doesn't match anything in the Hermit archives. Their presence here... it doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be possible. Zedaph paces restlessly, muttering hypotheses too wild even for him, his hair faintly crackling with static. Etho, nearly silent, lingers in the shadows-watchful, calculating. He hasn't said who he thinks they are, but something in his posture suggests he already knows. Or worse-recognizes them. And then, one of the tubes flickers. The vitals spike. Gem stares. Because for a single second... the being inside the tube opens one glowing eye-and smiles. Whatever they are, they're waking up. And they're not alone in there.

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?