What happens when someone is erased from history? Nothing. Unless they come back.....

Would you hide a part of yourself? You might do it if that part scared you. After a while, you might get good at hiding your secrets and past. Grian had experience with that sort of thing, and now he must do it once again - but it's so much harder this time. I am writing this for AO3, but I decided to start posting it on here as well Because of that, updates might be slow even though I update the AO3 version very VERY often This takes place in Season 7, and begins during the Mayoral Campaign

After being challenged to what seems like an impossible Hermit Challenge by the one and only Mumbo Jumbo, Grian's life starts to fall apart. Can he succeed in the task assigned to him, or will he fail, humiliating himself in front of everyone? - - Hi all! 2023 Lilla here to say,,, oh my god i am so cringe,,, I was originally planning on rewriting this story but this is definitely not happening anymore now lol. I have a twitter and instagram where I post art but unfortunately i am not big into Hermitcraft anymore, sorry! Have a great day <33 (although i might create a new cover for this, who knows,,,)

The Confines are a dystopian society, where life isn't particularly easy. Those who uphold power abuse those that don't. In a community broken beyond saving, misfits don't belong. So what would happen if a group of misfits found themselves together, with a promise of a much better life? What would it be like in another world? Better description probably coming soon lol

The screen flickered, distorting for a moment, then played a fuzzy video. They could barely make out what was happening, but it was enough. And what they saw would change everything that they knew. Things aren't what they seem to be. - Some information before you start the story... - This book will contain cursing. - Respawn mechanisms are not implemented. X has put a code into each player that allows them to respawn during Demise. - This WILL hint at some shipping, but there's nothing really romantic here. - This was originally published on June 27, 2020 and was completed on January 21, 2020. - The total word count for this fic is 28,813. DISCLAIMER: Like I said, this book hints at a bit of shipping. To clarify, I write ships based on the Hermits' Minecraft personas and not their actual IRL selves. None of this content is meant to offend anyone, it's purely a writing hobby. If any of the Hermits find any of my content disrespectful or uncomfortable, I have no problem in taking it down. With all this said, enjoy the story!

~~~~~~~ Xisuma was an admin appointed by the Watchers. He is stuck under their control, and he hates every second of it. He's forced to let the watchers look through his eyes, use him like a puppet. But when a new watcher appears, Xisuma may have a chance to escape their control, to free the server from their grip. But he's going to have to make a choice. Save Grian, the new watcher, Or save himself. ~~~~~~~ An original watcher au, created by thathermitweirdo I'm posting this on A03 as well!

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?

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!: This fic is rated as PG-14+, so read at your own risk! There's swearsies, suggestive references, and LOTS of blood of gore! Be aware! Also! The art for the cover is NOT MINE! It's by @infiniteworldtype on Tumblr, so go feel free to check them out and give them some love! (Link to image: https://infiniteworldtype.tumblr.com/post/186915005205/admins-play-god-in-their-world-that-they-create ) _________________________________________ Glorious in life, eternal in death. That's what the Shadowbyte Army had told its soldiers for years. That their loyalty and skill granted an unforgettable legacy after they died. That following their orders would bring them prosperity while appeasing their superiors. And everyone believed it. Why would their saviors lie to them? After they saved their lives in the first place? It's what a group of eight of those soldiers believed. When they were brought together to take over a single World, occupied by a small group of people known as HermitCraft. When they broke past its firewalls and set foot on its soil. But when their plans go horribly wrong and they're taken hostage by their perceived enemies, something begins to stir inside of them, one by one. They start to question their faith and loyalty to the Shadowbyte Army, to it's powerful leader and founder, Ecryptos. Everything they had ever known is put in a brand new light. And they soon realize that they are part of a much more sinister plot... But will they agree to break their oath to stop it once and for all?

"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.

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)