He thought it'd be easy, just go into a server and keep a eye out for glitches... Spoiler alert: It was not. He didn't factor in lying to the whole server, hiding his magic, old friends, and his own trauma. Oh, and the whole war going on. That too.

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]

When the past he's been running from is shoved into his face and secrets revealed, Grian's forced back into a world he thought he long since escaped. Grian's a prankster and good at flying, this was bound to happen eventually.

First came the heavens, the glistening white abyss of clouds that overlooked the barren land. Then came the six primaries: Life, Death, Earth, Ocean, Weather, and Chaos. Happy ascension day! This is a story of my creation using the Hermitcraft characters! To be clear, I am using their HC personas, not the actual people. You do not need any background with HC to understand or enjoy the story however. This story does contain shipping (#Grumbo) but no explicit smut. Slight warning: this story does contain some violence Cover art was drawn by my amazing brother!

Even in a world where almost everyone is born with a whym, an otherworldly ability, there are still people who feel alienated in this strange, superhuman society. Grian is teenager born with strangely coloured wings. Most are a light brown, or white, or maybe blond, but his are bright purple. After being teased for it all his life, he's decided that people he meets in real life just suck. So, getting invited to a Discord server with more social rejects like him seems like a great escape from his reality. Join the family, join the shenanegans! :) -- 3/7/22 ~ HOW THE FUCK ARE WE 1# IN THE GRIAN TAG THERE IS 2000 STORIES IN THAT TAG WTFFF /pos /pos Story: Easts1de Cover: Easts1de :P

Gods I suck at descriptions, here we go anyway. "Come home to us, Xelqua. Come back to us." "Shut up! Just shut up, I'm not going with you! Give me one reason why I should even consider that!" "Come home or we'll kill them." "..." "Well, Xelqua, what is your choice?" I finally fixed the cover! This story is a lot like the wonderful @LunaStarSeeker's amazing Fight or Flight. By a lot, I mean the first part is almost a rewrite but it does split off for her story eventually. The only thing that's that different is that Grian was a watcher but I'll explain more in the story. I don't want to ramble but as I said, I can't write descriptions. (Cover not mine. It belongs to stargaazinglilly on Tumblr. She makes amazing Grian art. Check her out.) https://stargaazinglilly.tumblr.com/post/614425967242379264/fan-art-for-fic-the-weight-of-lies-link-to

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