#polyhermits implied

[cosmicmenacee]

Hahahaha im so normal about this plo-

False losing her mind when she hears that Ren and Cleo were exiled. (TW feelings of failure)

The two people she'd give her life for in a heartbeat are gone forever. She had just seen them... now they're gone...

Plus, her younger brother's behind it. At least, it SEEMS like her younger brother's behind it. Something in his eyes, his voice, his presence, doesn't seem like him.

She was supposed to protect him.

She was supposed to protect him the day he was first killed, and she failed.

She was supposed to protect him when he escaped the Watchers and came back to life, and she failed.

She was supposed to protect her beloved Cleo, and Ren, and Jevin, and she failed.

She had failed.

Maybe exile was right for her.

She breaks her bed in a fit of pained rage. She knows that once she's outside of Hermiton walls, she won't be able to come back. She doesn't want to come back. Maybe out there she would find Cleo, Ren, and Jevin. Maybe they wouldn't hate her for failing them.

But if they did, she deserved it. She had lived on her own before she joined the hermits; she could do it again.

She's well outside the territory now, her wings aching with every beat, and tears streaming down her face. In one night, she lost everything. A fitting punishment for someone who couldn't protect what she had.

And then she hears a voice call her name. A voice that makes her heart trip over itself. A voice she knows all too well. It calls her name with a longing, a desperation that could only stem from love. She pauses in midair, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Cleo...

I found them...

[hmshermitcraft]

(prob way too angsty for the theme but this scene is eating me ALIVE) (polyhermits implied)

Team ZITS had only ventured into the jungle for bamboo; safe to say they were very surprised (and horrified) to find what seemed to be the corpse of their old partner Bdubs tangled in a mass of vines. He had been lost to the wilderness several months ago, while all the hermits were split up due to being chased out of their old home. Dead or alive, the hermits assumed they'd never see him again.

However, as Impulse collapsed sobbing over Bdubs' body, he felt a faint heartbeat. Bdubs wasn't dead; just rooted and unconscious! After some expert vine-pruning done by Tango and his fire-aspect sword, the group was able to free him and carry him home.

The noise that came out of Doc's mouth when he saw Bdubs was nothing like any of the hermits had ever heard before. It was a haunting mix of anguish and relief; a breathless cry that was both ear-perkingly loud and yet oh so soft. All the hermits knew that Doc had a gentle heart under his prickly exterior, but in this moment, that facade shattered completely.

He cradled Bdubs in his arms, gentler than anyone had ever seen, and cried. Doc never cried. Cleo and Joe had to spend a full five minutes convincing him to let them take Bdubs to heal him. Even then, Doc stayed by Bdubs' bed for three days nonstop until he finally woke up.

The NHO were the last people Bdubs saw before he fell asleep the night he went missing, and they were the first people he saw when he came to, five months later. Doc buried his head into Bdubs' chest, sobbing in relief, with Beef and Etho taking their places by his side soon after. Doc had lived in New Hermiton for five months, helping to build it from the ground; but only now did it feel like home

🎬 anon

Adapting to life again was... Difficult. But it was made easier having his partners there to support him every step of the way!

Even when he found out he could talk to trees now. That was a pretty weird one.

[anonymousacres]

Hi! I'm vee, and...I guess I'm doing one of these pinned posts about the fic writer things???

You might've seen me recently in the flower husbands, (mum)scarian, or other various ship tag recently! As I am under anonymous, I'm putting all my series here with a small description to check out :D

deck of cards: a Life Series inspired collection of related fics with an unnecessary amount of world-building, angst, drama, and polyamory just for the fun of it! Set in a modern magical universe. "hurt/comfort life casino poker mafia hybrid au" as put by deityoftherain lmao

Rated M, mind tags per fic. Deals with potentially triggering themes. Ships include: rendoctyn, eventual flower court (and all pairings within that), jizzie, and mumscarian.

mc fics by vee!!: a collection of my fics involving various hermit and empires characters. unconnected works unless otherwise stated within the work itself <3 happy endings are staples here.

Ranges from G to E. Mind tags and rating, thanks. Themes depend on the fic. Ships include: scarian, mumscarian, flower husbands, flower court (and all implied pairings), jizzie and jizztho, gempearleo, mythicalswamp...basically any ship that strikes my fancy.

Limited Life (Flower Court): essentially a small collection of rewritten limited life smp with flower court's povs. Complete.

Series rated E, 1/4 fics rated T, the rest E. Life-series-typical themes, as in violence and whatnot, but happy endings abound. Ships include: martyn/scott/jimmy/tango, and background polyhermits for spice.

So far, that's it. Thanks for checking this out I guess??? I still don't know what I'm doing here, but yeah. Enjoy :D

[stitchthesewords]

Reckless Charge

With Decked Out 2 finally finished, Tango is able to rest a bit. Find a hermit every night who's bed he can share, see the sun occasionally, normal and healthy things for the local blaze hybrid. Following Etho home after a successful run for some sleep was exactly what Tango indeed to do. No more looking through his maze of redstone and carefully themed rooms for every minor bug, flaw, and crack in the system. A game for his family to enjoy at their leisure. That is, until Jevin accidentally reveals a far bigger flaw of Decked Out 2 to Tango - and it's one he can't just fix. Not on his own. His hands shake and the tiredness leaves him entirely as he's called back to Decked Out 2, back to home, in order to fix it before it's too late.

Relationships: OnScreen Etho/Tango, Implied PolyHermits

Major Characters: Tango, Etho, Tiny Tom

TW: Temporary Character Death, PTSD from the Life Series, Child in danger [but not harmed], Injuries, Panic Attacks

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Hiiiii I got a little possessed by Decked Out 2 do you still love me. I blame @em-mermaid bc she was like 'what if the hermit kids' and i said 'what IF the hermit kids!!!' and. Well. Here we are.

Taglist below!

@atherix @braxiatel @greatbridge @ellalily @lesbianwilby @em-mermaid @loombarrow @sparksnevadas @aceofthefandoms @halfapersob

[eburneanantlers]

Hi! I’m Ebur or Ren, or whatever you wanna call me idc

@aureolinbrew’s side blog for fic updates <33

brok3n_antlers on ao3

I post #hermitshipping fics for both Hermitcraft and the Life Series and my fav ships vary drastically between whatever i fancy at the moment but mainly I write:

- Convex (Cubscar)

- Gren (Grian and Rendog)

- Smallidarity (Smallishbeans and SolidarityGaming)

- Ethubs (Ethoslab and BdoubleO100)

- Smalletho/Boat Boys (Smallishbeans and Ethoslab)

- All of the above with polyhermits

And to warn: my writing has some form of mature content!! Most of them contain descriptions of violence, some implied smut, and generally darker themes so please check the tags <33 (I try my best to tag anything that might be upsetting)

**I’m also sorry if I cross any cc’s boundaries over shipping but I’ll try make to not main tag any of it and I’d never shove it in their face to show them ever, my fics are NOT rpf and are generally my interpretations of their characters in the series they appear in (hc/traffic/empires/etc)

[hmshermitcraft]

grian/mumbo/xisuma (implied polyhermits?), hurt/comfort, implied/vague gender dysphoria tw

mumbo knew it was coming. he knew from the way his skin was breaking out, and the way he felt light headed even while sat down, and the way every little thing was making him want to cry or become violently angry… his period was coming.

it didn’t come as often as most people’s and was quite irregular, but he was fit as a fiddle with very little stress day to day with a server full of loved ones willing to help with any stresses that may come his way. so, he was fine, right?

no. not at all. he could tell just from the early symptoms this would be bad. he’d blown up at several people for small mistakes or poorly worded jokes, both highly emotional from his hormones but also cranky because he could barely stomach food with how bad his cramps were getting.

so, to avoid hurting the ones he loved, he looked himself away in his vault in hopes of coping with his next days of misery all alone.

xisuma was immediately made aware of the incidents which has led to mumbo hiding himself away. none of the hermits were particularly upset with mumbo, they knew he was just in a bad mood (although no one knew why.) so, when mumbo didn’t leave his vault for more than a day, xisuma decided he’d has enough time to cool down and probably needed some support.

as he landed on the bridge by mumbo’s vault, grian came fluttering over to give his boyfriend and tight hug. “Hello, my love. are you here to check on mumbo?”

“Yes, would you like to join me?” Xisuma held Grian’s hands as the shorter nodded, then began leading him towards the vault.

A few knocks at the vault door were met woth silence, leading to Xisuma and Grian looking around for a few minutes before finding the button to unlock Mumbo’s vault door. They entered with ease, and would have been laughing at the slime blocks that had launched them if not for the state of mumbo’s vault.

it was totally dark, with his bed pushed deep into the corner as he layed there and sobbed. every mirror was covered, one by his suit jacket and a few others by blankets. everything was disheveled, some chests still open with clothes and books strewn around the floor. grian quickly pulled out a lantern and gripped xisuma’s hand tight as they walked towards the lump under mumbo’s blankets.

they quickly recognised the sobs to be mumbo’s and immediately jumped into action. grian placed down the lamp and began to clean mumbo’s floor. sure, he hated organising his own things but he’d happily help mumbo with anything (even cleaning.) meanwhile, xisuma began to gently rub mumbo’s arm from over the blanket, beginning to soothe the sobs coming from their sensitive boyfriend.

eventually, mumbo sniffled hard and poked his head out from under the blankets. “im sorry…” he immediately said, upon seeing both his boyfriends.

“mumbo, why are you sorry?” xisuma asked, cautiously bringing his hand up to stroke mumbo’s hair which he immediately leaned into.

“i’m sorry you guys had to come, you didn’t need to.. i was just gonna deal with this on my own, and i didn’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Mumbo, you don’t have to deal with anything on your own ever! we aren’t ever gonna judge you or see you differently just because of this… you do know that, don’t you?” Grian came closer and took mumbo’s hand gently.

the three stayed close for a while, xisuma and grian holding mumbo close as he finally calmed down.

when he was calm enough, mumbo was able to get himself showered and into fresh pyjamas, despite the struggle to have to see himself like that. xisuma changed mumbo’s bedding and got him some extra pillows and plushies while grian made him some snacks, some water and strength potions. healing potions never usually helped with periods, as your body wasn’t damaged but extra strength did make the pain easier to cope with.

of course, once mumbo was truly feeling better they’d have to have a nice long talk about how he didn’t need to isolate himself and that the hermits were happy to support him through anything. and he had a few small apologies to the hermits he’d had a go at a few days earlier.

It's hard to think of anything when you're miserable and in pain. Grian and X may not have first-hand experience, but they can tell just by looking at Mumbo. Even with two extra bodies, it's hard to get through the worst of it.

Mumbo will want to be touched and cuddled. And then he doesn't want anyone even brushing against his skin whatsoever. He'll be absolutely ravenous for sugar and carbs and then feel sick and bloated.

It feels like one extreme to the next. But, with another day or so of hot water bottles, potions and experimenting with food, Mumbo can say he's past the worst of it. The idea of wearing anything tight fitting still makes him want to cry, but he's not confined to a single room anymore.

Grian and X are mostly concerned about Mumbo going through that every month (and the other hermits that menstruate) but Mumbo assures them it isn't usually like that! That was just a particularly bad one and he was stubborn and didn't think to do anything to lessen it-

Mumbo gets a kiss to shut him up. Time to get out the calender and start planning.

[hmshermitcraft]

All the hermits live in the same apartment building though more often than not, they don’t sleep in their own apartment. I mean how else are they going to spend time with each of the significant others. (Implied PolyHermits)

The apartment building is unofficially theirs, anyway.