Grian can't help but notice that Doc has been very secretive about his project lately, and it's really bothering Ren. And, now that he thinks about it, Scar's been rather absent as well. With tensions on the server running high, can Grian investigate without all heck breaking loose? Be ready for drama, mystery, and danger (with a happy ending). [No longer posting here, moved to Ao3]

Warnings before you read this: This does involve shipping, so of you don't like that then don't read this. There will be torture involved in this and also mentions of abuse and similar stuff to that, so if you don't like that then don't read this. And those are all the warnings I can think of right now Grian wakes up in a superflat world set to night with a red moon shining over him, he has no idea how he got her but he has a strange pull to build random things. Back at Hermitcraft everyone is wondering where the builders gone. And who are these Evolutionists that suddenly appeared claiming to be Grian's friends?

Grumbo = Grian + MumboJumbo = possibly one of my favorite OTP's Requests are NOT available. I respect the real people, so that is why I am doing only their Hermitcraft personas, please and thank you. Majority of the chapters take place during Season 6 or 7 unless said otherwise. Enjoy! [Art made by Seevan - Found on Pinterest]

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.

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. (cover made on Desyner, but the pic was found just by searching 'galaxy' or whatever i searched and picking one)

"But," he started, tilting the player's chin up with the tip of his sword. "Every ruler has their downfall eventually." The Watcher smirked at the player, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "While that may be true, we don't rule." The player leaned back, kicking the sword out of his face and, faster than the blink of an eye, held the Watcher at bow-point. "We protect." The Hermits are not my characters. Set in Season VII. As the title and cover says, 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. When the writing feather got bored, she rewrote her first official book ever. (plz dont look at it)

"So far so good. the place was nice, and he was surrounded by people his age who all seemed to be interested in similar studies and topics, as well as being in the heart of the old part of Hermitville. But let's face it, Grian didn't move in the city for connections. He moved here because if the recent influx of super personalities popping up left and right." The city of Hermitville has had breaking headlines recently with super-powered individuals popping up all across town. Grian, an upcoming journalist, finds himself smack in the middle of the controversy soon after moving in, but I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

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)

"It takes courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more so to stand up to your friends." In a world that rejects anything that is different, there is a small group of people called The Shapeshifters. Their genetics have mutated to allow them to morph into one specific animal, with a few exceptions. This group has hidden themselves away in The Sanctuary, rescuing any other Shapeshifters from the people who swore to eliminate them. However, things change when Ollie is rescued, and they realize there is more to the situation than they first thought. This is family friendly, ages 8+. There is mild blood and violence. Some content may not be suitable for young children. There is no swearing. Enjoy, Buurn

Legends never die... but when they do, nothing good happens. If you want it to make sense, read The Watcher's Downfall. This is basically an AU, so things won't make sense without previous context. As the title says, 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. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'cool galaxy planets' and picking one)