#SORRY RENDOG I HAD TO DO IT TO YA

[briseise]

ya hate to see it 💥

[prismadog]

I wrote a thing! Is it a great thing? probably not cause I've only had a few hours of sleep and I'm ready for a nap - but it's a thing!

a Dragon Mom Grian thing! featuring the Tegg and babysitter Rendog! (gonna write a few more babysitting fics later but this is all I got for now)

fic below the line!

also this is kinda sorta based loosely on an ask I answered ages ago about the hermits and babysitting the Tegg.

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Rendog

Grian paces back and forth where he stands in the middle of his alley. He needs resources but he can’t just leave - the Tegg can’t just be left alone with no one to watch it. 

What if a mob wanders by and breaks it? Blows it up? He won’t be here to protect it. But he can’t just take it with him. He’s going to be running around giant caves. The Tegg would be in just as much danger if he takes it with him. But he can’t leave it here. The Alley isn’t always the safest. 

But what other option is there? He desperately needs resources - it’s been a long time since he last went gathering and he’s getting low. He can’t finish the alley if he doesn’t have blocks to build with.

He didn’t have this problem before when tag was going on.

“Wait a minute…” Grian stills as a thought comes to him, “That’s it!” 

He pulls out his communicator and types in a quick message…

does anyone want to babysit the Tegg for me so that I can grind some resources?

There’s silence for only a minute, then the device beeps a few times - he’s got messages. He starts reading them and his wings droop with every “sorry, I’m busy” and “wish I could but I’m in the caves” or “I’m currently in the Nether”. Must be a busy day for Hermits everywhere.

*beep*

hey man, I could use a break so I’ll watch the pup for ya

you will?

yeah dude, been grinding myself for ages, Ren Diggity Dog needs a day off

I’ll be right over with the Tegg!

After confirming that Ren was at the RV, he stashes away his communicator, and checks the Official Swaggon Egg Sling™ to make sure it’s secured for flight. Then, and only then, does he spread his wings and fly off.

It’s a short but slow flight to Ren and Doc’s beach - can’t be too careful afterall. What if he goes too fast and the egg gets damaged? Or worse - he flies into something and breaks the egg? So slow and steady it is.

Ren is waiting for him on the beach and waves to the winged hermit as he starts descending. “What’s up, my dude?” he greets with a toothy grin.

Grian lands lightly in the soft sand. “Not much, I just really need to get building materials for the alley, but I can’t take the Tegg with me and I can’t just leave it by itself, you know?”

“Yeah man, I hear ya. Doc has me watch the little goatlings sometimes. It’s a great excuse to chill out and enjoy the beach.”

“Relaxing is good,” his fingers tap against the sling. Ren’s trustworthy, he won’t let anything happen to the Tegg, it’ll be safe in his hands. Still, he worries. “It’ll be safe here, right?”

“I’ll protect it with my life if danger dares show its face here.”

Well, that’s as good a promise as any. And he really does need to get resources. And Ren is available. What’s he even trying to convince himself of? He’s already made the decision.

Grian huffs a sigh, exacerbated with that little worrywart Mother Hen voice in his head, “All right.” He unfastens the sling with one hand while the other supports the Tegg, then passes both together to the dog hybrid. “Do you want me to help you put the sling on?”

Ren chuckles, “Nah, I got this, ain’t no different than the goatling ones Doc makes.” His hands make quick work of the straps and within a minute, the sling is secured on his torso. “See?”

Renthedog has made the advancement [The Next Generation]

“Hey, lookit that, got an advancement. Sweet.”

“Congrats,” he says, then shifts his feet. “Well, guess I should get going. Resources aren’t going to grind themselves.”

“All right, have fun, dude!”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll try.” He stares at the Tegg for a long moment, wings moving behind him, then he takes a deep breath. “I’ll try to be back in a few hours.” Before he can change his mind - because that voice is yelling at him to stay - he spreads his wings and flings himself into the sky. 

“See ya later!” Ren waves to Grian as he flies off. He looks down at the heavy dragon egg and grins, tail wagging. 

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It’s late, far later than Grian planned, when he returns to the beach, tired and inventory full of overfilling shulkers. The sun is barely over the horizon and the sky is quickly filling with stars.

He only meant to be gone for a few hours, not the whole day.

“Hey dude! Welcome back!” Ren greets as the winged hermit lands nearby. “Didja get everything you needed?”

“Hey, Grian,” Doc calls out from near the RV. He disappears inside.

“Hey guys. Yeah,” he stifles a yawn, “Yeah, I think I got everything. Sorry that it took so long.” He walks over as the dog hybrid starts unfastening the sling.

Ren waves a hand, “Ain’t no thing, dude. Can’t rush a good grind. ‘Sides, we don’t mind.”

Doc steps back out of the RV, this time with drinks in hand. “Sit with us and relax.”

The offer is a good one, he’s tired from digging ore and fighting off mobs, more tired than he’s been in a long while. He should go home and rest, but…his muscles ache and his wings are heavy. 

A short rest won’t hurt. “All right, maybe for a bit.” He drops beside Ren with about as much grace as a newborn calf. Ren passes him the Tegg and Doc gives him a cold soda. “So how was your guys’ days? Any trouble?”

“Nah, pretty chill. Spent most of it under the umbrella.”

“Did have to chase a couple chickens away from the fire,” the creeper takes a seat nearby after giving Ren a soda too. “How was the grind?”

Grian sighs. “Long and not fun. Got everything I need but got into a few fights with mobs. Also had a couple close calls with hoglins but it wasn’t too bad,” he shrugs. “Hopefully won’t need to go back out for materials for a while.”

“Yeah,” they agree.

The three of them sit around the fire, chatting like old friends, while the sky darkens to night and the moon rises. 

Grian finds himself getting sleepy. But he doesn’t want to leave, or more like, he doesn’t think he can leave. He had a very busy and mildly stressful day. He should go home and get the Tegg in it’s nest.

Maybe he could close his eyes for a moment. It couldn’t hurt to rest them for a few minutes.

Besides, Doc is telling a story about his baby goats - it would be rude to interrupt. Yeah, he’ll just close his eyes for a moment, just until Doc’s story is over. 

So he settles in, letting his eyes fall closed and listens to the creeper hybrid’s low voice. It’s surprisingly soothing.

“I can’t believe how much damage a couple of kids can do to a redstone circuit,” Doc shakes his head. “Gonna be a while longer before the Octagon is up and running.”

“It’s cool dude, but maybe keep the kids at home?” Ren chuckles. “Hey, Grian, did Boatem have this much trouble getting…uh, Grian?”

The winged hermit has his head resting on his arms on top of the dragon egg, his eyes are closed, and he’s breathing slowly. His wings are slack behind him.

“Grian?” Ren pokes him but the hermit doesn’t stir. He smiles, “Guess the babysitting gig ain’t over yet, dude.”

Doc laughs quietly then stands. “Well we can’t just let ‘im sleep there. Should get him into a proper bed.”

Ren carefully takes the Tegg from Grian, expecting to wake but all he does is slump forward into Doc’s arms. Doc picks the smaller hermit up easily as if he weighs nothing, and carries him into the RV with his partner following.

The two of them clamber into the bed and get comfy with their guests - Ren takes the space closest to the wall with the Tegg in his arms and Doc plops down next to him with Grian laying on top of him. The bed is barely big enough for the two of them, let alone three hermits and a large egg, but that just means lots of cuddling.

Grian snuggles down against his friends and rivals, and falls into a deeper sleep. One wing moves to cover Ren and his egg, and the other drapes over Doc’s side and onto the floor.

Ren and Doc smile at each other.

Nothing better than a cuddle pile.

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[votederpycausemufins]

no, you know what, next chapter now! remember this is chapter 3 of this war arc thing so if you didn’t read chapter 2 since i posted it like 5ish hours ago, go read that first. look! here’s some links!

Chap 1   Chap 2

Hey, can you tell I like grian? cause today i’m using Avian!Grian, Watcher!Grian and Triplet!Grian all together. 

Next chapter is gonna be a flashback based loosely on the fic @strawberrylemonz wrote of the triplets in the Antarctic empire.

but for now, have a sprinkling of angst. or maybe more than just a sprinkling.

When Tommy opened his eyes again, he found himself with all the Hermits in the town hall. A few Hermits that were already there like Zedaph brought out potions and food and other items for everyone to recover. Nearby Grian was shaking out the water that got on his wings from the emergency button being used.

“How’re ya doing Big G?” Tommy asked as he walked over, grabbing another mask of his own face from the table.

“Fine, what about you Tommy?”

“Dream kinda saw me right before the button got pressed. But he didn’t get a chance to hit me.” Immediately Grian was acting like a mother hen towards him and Tommy had to push the avian away. “Grian! I’m fine!”

“Are you sure? Because Techno and d- Philza were also there.”

“Yeah, I heard you confronted them.” Tommy softened his voice, noticing the look of pain on Grian’s face.

“Neither of them recognized me. I mean, it makes sense since it’s been so long for me and I look so… different.”

Tommy hugged Grian. He didn’t believe it when he learned that this was his missing older brother, but when Grian used his real name, something he shouldn’t have known, Tommy changed his mind. “Hey, c’mon, once this is all over you can brag about being the oldest now.”

Grian laughed and ruffled Tommy’s hair. “Yeah, and you look as old as Techno did out there.”

“No I don’t, he’s an old fart!” Tommy complained. “I’m still a teen!”

“You’re twenty-one!”

“I’m a child!”

Grian laughed. When Tommy had first shown up, he did everything to seem older than he was, now he refused to admit he’d grown up. “C’mon, let’s just-” He was cut off by a buzzing from their communicators. The two of them looked around and noticed the other hermits were doing the same. Everyone was here, so it couldn’t be a death message.

Xisuma tapped his helmet and everyone saw the glow of him looking at the communications chat. “Iskall, someone named Fundy is saying they’re at your tree.”

The redstoner immediately messed with his robotic eye to look at his own chat. His other eye widened and he equipped his elytra. “I’m going to go after him. I doubt it would be an ambush, there’s no way they could have gotten a whole group there while we were fighting.”

Rendog also put his elytra on. He said he would go with Iskall as some extra muscle just to be safe. The two of them flew off, careful to stay out of range of anyone in Dream’s army before heading toward the Omega Tree.

“Hey, now that they know I’m here, should we use me more as bait?” Tommy spoke up, causing Grian to pull him closer.

“Absolutely not. Any mistake and you could be captured!”

Before Tommy could complain, False spoke up. “Actually, it’s a good plan. You helped him learn to fly so he’s great at it. He’ll have no trouble escaping into the air. And he can also set up another pearl if they do capture him. Someone can watch in the sky and send word if he needs rescue.”

“But what if he-” Grian tried to speak up, but Tommy stopped him.

“Grian, I know these people. It would work. And I know how to get out of tough situations. And I’m not going to be the only one down there. Doesn’t make sense to send me there alone.

Reluctantly, Grian let Tommy go. The blond smiled and then gave his brother one last hug before pulling his mask on and leaving with a group of Hermits. All of them placed ender pearls in the emergency button and then left the town hall through bubble columns. Grian watched them go before following behind to be their eyes in the sky. Cub came with him, his vex wings still there from his earlier confrontation with Dream.

When the Hermits suddenly reappeared, Dream was ready for them. Instead of an axe, he held a sword. Whenever a Hermit got close, he would injure them and then use the long blade to pull off or break their mask. Tommy was going to be there, under one of those masks. And when Dream saw his sorry face next, he would drag the teen back home.

Dream heard a grunt from behind him and glanced back to see Philza with his weapon clashing with a hermit’s sword. Even with the mask, Dream could see the silver hair of said hermit. Dream may not have been familiar with their enemy as much as he wished, but there was one well known name he recognized. Etho. While Philza was a man who had lived years on hardcore, Etho had been living on a single world for longer. Both were very experienced men. 

In his distraction, a hermit attacked Dream. He deflected their attack but in the process managed to hinder his teammate and suddenly Philza was killed. Dream attacked back, and while the Hermit who attacked him got away, Etho did not, having been left on a single heart when Phil died, only being alive from Dream’s mistake.

But he didn’t have time to dwell as more attacks came from the hermits. Once they had defeated these people, he could take over as admin and bring them back.

Philza gasped as he woke up on the bed, energy flowing through him from respawning. It wasn’t something he was used to, and before he almost didn’t link with the bed. When he started to get up, he heard rustling and immediately turned to fight. But no one was there, which was fine as his death had left him with no gear. Phil could hear fighting from outside the building and he quickly looked in the various chests for anything.

Philza ended up breaking part of the building for sticks and made himself a sword with the diamonds they found earlier, even finding more of the gem in chests they hadn’t bothered to check before. It wasn’t enough for a full set of gear, but it was enough. The only problem was trying to put on his chestplate, Phil finally noticed what happened. 

It was impossible. They had been too damaged and the last time he had to respawn, nothing had happened. But there, right on his back were his wings, undamaged. Not a single feather was harmed or scorched or missing. 

A shout from outside drew Philza’s attention back to the battle. He nearly put his wings away to put on his chest plate when he remembered how their enemy had elytra. He was the only one on their side who could fly. Phil stored the chest plate in a nearby barrel for later and left the building through the open roof. None of the hermits seemed to notice him until it was too late and his weapon cut into them. There were one or two of those from the smp who attacked him before realizing who exactly they were seeing, but otherwise, the reappearance of his wings was appreciated.

When Tommy saw his dad in the air, he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. He had told Xisuma about the situation of his dad. At first he thought that Philza had completely lost his wings, which would make sense why a respawn couldn’t help. But since he still had them, the admin was able to set a trigger for the avian’s wings to heal when he respawned. It was a risk that could help Dream, but Tommy hoped that the return of Phil’s wings would help him switch sides.

The sight invigorated Tommy and he was slashing at his old friends left and right. He managed to catch sight of False nearby and Techno fighting so he moved over to assist her. It was perfect timing as False managed to be cornered and Techno proclaimed the kill for the blood god just before Tommy could manage to remove the weapon from his brother’s hand.

“Leave her alone.” Tommy said as Techno glared up at him. He had hit a growth spurt while in hermitcraft and his voice deepened, so Tommy wasn’t surprised that his brother didn’t recognise him. Behind him False got up and ate a gold apple as well as splashing a potion over her own head, a bit of the liquid managing to splash onto Tommy, giving him a few seconds of healing.

But as Tommy stood to cover his head, Dream joined next to Techo and sliced the mask off Tommy’s face. When it fell, Tommy could clearly see the slight surprise on Techno’s face. While the warrior wasn’t that expressive, growing up with him made it easier for Tommy to read his face. Dream on the other hand grinned so large his smile could be seen out the sides of his mask.

Before Tommy could react, his arm was grabbed in a crushing grip from Dream. False in a panic simply yelled Tommy’s name, which ended up bringing the attention of the rest of the SMP members.

False swung her sword at Dream, giving Tommy just enough of a gap to use a firework and launch himself into the air. Dream called for the smp members to focus on Tommy and suddenly arrows were flying at him. With another rocket he flew further into the air. Looking down, Tommy saw an arrow coming towards him. He attempted to dodge, but it clipped his elytra, leaving a small tear in one wing. 

A few more arrows also managed to reach him. When he wasn’t sure he could dodge them, the blond tried to make sure they directly hit him. Tommy had plenty of healing items and had nice armor, but if his elytra were too damaged, no amount of armor would help a fall like that.

Then, the thing he feared most happened. As he flew, rain started to fall. A few moments later there was the sound of a riptide trident being used. He turned to see Punz, having used his trident to get just close enough then he pulled out a crossbow and shot it. There was no time for Tommy to react and it went through one wing of his elytra. As Punz descended, Tommy tried to use fireworks to push him towards the ocean, but in his panic, all he did was push himself further up into the air. And then the elytra gave up on him and Tommy started to fall. 

Philza heard the noise of a trident as the rain started to fall. He looked around in the air just in time to see Punz’s arrow destroy Tommy’s elytra followed by what sounded like Tommy calling for help. While he had trouble getting used to flying again after months of being grounded, Phil immediately flapped his wings as hard and as fast as he could. He refused to lose another child. So he pushed himself to get to Tommy before the worst could happen.

Grian wasn’t sure how he missed Tommy flying into the air, but he didn’t miss his brother screaming his name. He looked down to see Tommy falling, his elytra in shreds. He saw another avian flying towards his fallen brother. Grian knew that he was the only avian of the hermits so this other person had to be working with Dream. 

As Grian pulled his wings in to dive towards Tommy, he realized he wouldn’t be able to make it. Sure there was enough time to reach Tommy before he hit the ground, but not enough before Tommy was grabbed by the other avian. As he continued to fall, Grian closed his eyes. He searched for something he buried deep inside himself. The red, yellow and blue feathers on his wings changed to purple, black and salt & pepper. When he next opened his eyes, there were 6 of them, all glowing a purple color. He opened his wings once more and gave a mighty flap, sending magical energy out through them and creating what sounded like thunder as the expelled energy propelled him faster towards Tommy. 

Just before the other avian could reach his brother, Grian’s arms wrapped around Tommy and the wings wrapped around both of them. He didn’t have enough time to use more energy and teleport them away or slow them down, so he just braced himself. Then they hit the ground, all the force going into Grian’s wings. It was painful, but right now he didn’t care. The adrenalin from nearly losing Tommy was kicking in and the pain made his mind hazy. 

The powers he had gained from being a watcher were dangerous and something he usually kept blocked off so he wouldn’t lose himself in it, but right now, with his current state, he wasn’t thinking of that, and slowly the previously locked away powers grew more dangerous and tempting.

Dream held his breath as Tommy fell. He didn’t want them to have come all this way for Tommy to lose his last life here. Luckily Phil was in the air, racing towards his son. He was sure that the Avian would reach Tommy until there was the sound of thunder and the sky lit up with a purple light. The figure that was lit up made his blood run cold. No. It wasn’t possible. A watcher. And not just any watcher. The Dreamslayer himself was a watcher. In a way it made sense how this would be the one person who seemed to be able to kill him, but knowing the full power he held was not a happy thought.

Dream managed to get his army to retreat just far enough in time that no one ended up in the destruction of Grian crash landing. Everyone stared, no one moved. Even the Hermits looked terrified of their own ally. Phil landed safely and tried to move to the crater, but Dream grabbed him. Techno was the next to move as The wings parted revealing Tommy hidden beneath them. Again, Dream tried to stop him, but Techno was further than Phil had been. While Techno had recently been staying out of things, Dream didn’t want to lose someone who was so good at making his stories perfect.

Techno held out his axe, ready to strike Grian, but the avian watcher just grabbed the blade of the axe. His head looked up and all six eyes focused on the weapon, each of them blinking out of sync. He only stopped looking when Tommy groaned, while he was physically uninjured, the rush of falling and the rapid pressure changes as well as the energy from Grian had caused him to pass out.

Techno pulled his weapon back, unsure if he should strike again. Half of the voices were telling him to attack and kill this person who took his brother, but the other half seemed to actually want him to stop. But the first half was louder and he swung the axe down again. Time seemed to slow down as he saw the supposed avian look back up and smile hauntingly. He resolved himself and cried out, “Blood for the Blood God!” as he put more force into the swing.

The moment the axe blade hit Grian’s skull, it shattered. Around them people started moving. A quick glance let Techno see the Hermits moving the smp army away, trying to protect their enemies. Looking back at his own enemy, Techno was met with Grian standing up. He spoke, but instead of his own voice, Grian spoke in Techno’s voice. He parroted the line the pvper had just spoken, only saying it louder and louder.

“Blood for the Blood God! Blood for the Blood God!!! Blood for the Blood God!!!” And then, in his normal voice, he shouted once more. “BLOOD FOR ME!!!”

[melon-wing]

Sleeping With the Enemy 1/2?

Grian had never planned to be in some secret relationship. He had wanted to let everyone on the server know that he was no longer single. He wanted everyone to share his happiness. He only needed to tell his closest friends first. The Architechs were like a family to him and he needed them to know before everyone else… But that was the hardest part. He kept putting it off again and again. He always had some excuse why it was a bad moment. He knew he was lying to himself, but he just got so scared when he imagined what they’d say. Had he been dating anyone else it would have been so easy. He would have told them right after it had happened a year ago.

They were sitting in one of Sahara’s meetings again. It wasn’t much of a meeting any more. The business part had been forgotten hours ago. They were just hanging out, talking and having fun.

“So~o, Grian”, Iskall drawled, a grin on his face, “I noticed there is a certain someone who has feelings for you. You Casanova.”

Grian’s eyes widened, his heart racing. Had his secret been uncovered?

“What?”, he squeaked out, Mumbo and Iskall laughing at his reaction.

“Yeah I can’t believe you didn’t notice. Usually I’m the spoon and even I got the message.”

“What… Who?” Grian felt nauseous If they were to call him out on his secret… What if they told him he shouldn’t begin this relationship when he was already in it. What if they…

“Rendog, obviously.”

Grian’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt, completely in shock. “Wait… What? Ren?!”, he exclaimed, shaking his head, not really believing what he was hearing. Ren was…There was no way. He would have noticed. He would have realised.

“Did you never notice how he looks at you? It’s like you are a pile of diamond blocks. He absolutely adores you. And while I think he has a strange taste with that, you should totally go for it.” Iskall was still grinning, amused at his shocked expression. “I can help you. I’m a good wingman. And…”

“No!”, Grian interrupted him, before he could go any further, before he could get carried away with some crazy plan.

“But Grian. He really likes you. He’d be a nice match. I’ve seen you guys work together during the whole Hippie Camp thing. You’d be perfect for each other..” Mumbo sounded so hopeful it almost broke Grian’s heart. They only wanted his happiness after all. And he? He kept lying to them like a child scared what its parents might say.

“I don’t like Ren… Well I do. Just not like that. Sorry guys. It’s nice of you to want to help me, but I…”

He hesitated.

“I am…”

The truth was at the tip of his tongue. It would be so easy to just tell them now, but a part of him liked how much easier a lie would be.

“I’m not interested in relationships at the moment. I just want to work on Sahara and I’ve got so many other projects…”

His friends looked disappointed for a second, but then they smiled again. What did he do to deserve such good friends?

“Well then… Let’s not talk about that again.”

Iskall sighed at Mumbo’s words, obviously dissapointed and looked back at the clipboard in front of him that had been abandoned hours ago.

“We should finish this meeting soon. Me and Mumbo still have to work on improving the redstone. In the meantime… Grian, we still need a few more resources and since you… don’t have anything better to do here…” “You meant to say: Since my redstone skills are rubbish and you don’t want me or any potatoes near your overly complicated circuits ever again?” Grian grinned and Iskall burst out in laughter at that.

“Yeah and that. Sorry, mate. But in all honesty, we are really running low on a few things. I made a list. Maybe you have time to get some of the items we need while we keep working here.”

Grian took the list from Iskall, nodding at them. “Well I’m off then. See ya.”

He stood up, strolling over to the hole in the window, carefully touching the edge of the window.

“We should really fix that. It doesn’t look very professional. Concorp doesn’t have any holes in their buildings.”

“Ah fuck Concorp. We’ll beat those bastards.”

Grian looked over his shoulder at Iskall who laughed. Mumbo even smiled a little, throwing a fond look at Iskall. Grian forced a smile and hurriedly stepped out of the window, his Elytra activating a split second before he hit the ground.

~

Grian stepped into the Nether hub out of breath. He was covered in sweat and dirt. That and blood. A whole lot of blood. Far too much blood. He had been so concentrated on farming Quartz, that he hadn’t noticed the Ghast flying up behind him. The fireball had hit him in the left side, burning his hand and leaving a gaping hole in his side and back. He needed a healing potion. Why hadn’t he taken one with him?

His vision got a little blurry as he tried to find the right portal. He needed to get somewhere safe. Not his base… He’d never find the potion in time in his mess. Sahara. Mumbo and Iskall would still be working there. They’d help him. But where was the portal.

Grian blinked a few times and smiled when he finally spotted it, taking a few shaking steps forward. Suddenly the whole Nether looked like it was swaying and he stumbled. He closed his eyes, preparing to hit the ground, but something grabbed his arm and spun him around. A little shriek left his mouth and he grabbed his sword, about to swing it, but another hand grabbed his sword arm.

He was staring directly at Scar and Cub. Scar, who had caught him and now held his burnt hand carefully, Grian’s sword just centimetres from his face. The sword had only stopped thanks to Cub holding his other arm. Grian breathed a shaky sigh of relief. Cub let go of him and he dropped his sword.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We worried…” Scar said, looking absolutely horrified at the extend of the wounds. “I felt you getting hurt. I thought you’d die if we didn’t find you.”

“You don’t have to worry. That’s only a little wound. It doesn’t hurt that much. Nothing a little rest won’t…”

Before Grian could even finish the sentence, Cub had pushed a potion bottle against his lips.

“Drink.”

And Grian did just that, blindly trusting that the contents would help him.

The potion tasted sweet and warmed him from the inside. The pain slowly faded, the wounds closing and the redness of the burns turning into a soft pink until everything was healed.

Scar raised Grian’s hand to his lips and pressed a little kiss to it. Grian felt his face growing hot and he was sure that wasn’t the potion.

“Scar… Not here…”

“We were worried Grian”, Cub just stated in a matter-of-fact way, putting a gentle hand on Grian’s face. “We can feel when you are hurt and it is scary. You are not like us. You are more… fragile. We don’t want to lose you.”

“It was just a Ghast. Nothing too dangerous… But… I’m sorry for making you worry. You saved me.”

He felt Scar’s grip on his hand tightening. Cub closed the distance between their faces, their foreheads touching.

“I know”, he whispered and planted a soft kiss on Grian’s lips before letting go. Scar was still clinging to his hand as if he was afraid to let him go.

“Scar? I’m alright. Everything is fine. You healed me. Thank you.”

And finally the worried expression lightened a little bit and Scar smiled at him softly. “You know, there are advantages of having amazing magical vex boyfriends, Grian.”

Grian laughed at that.

“You forgot to add overbearing. You guys just worry too much. I would have been fine.”

“No you wouldn’t”, Cub replied in his calm voice. But Grian heard the hint of worry underneath.

“No, I wouldn’t… But… Damn, I don’t want you rushing in every time something happens.”

“Why?”

Scar’s question startled Grian. He had never thought about that. He was just… Any time his boyfriends came to rescue him he felt so stupid and embarrassed and…

“I don’t want to be a burden, okay? I want to handle things myself so you guys don’t decide you are better off without me again. I mean… You started out together and I think… I think I might be scared that you decide it was a mistake to add me into your relationship…”

Grian didn’t dare to look them in the eye. But he felt Cub’s arms wrap around him from behind, lips against his neck. And then Scar was right in front of him, kissing him with so much passion it was hard for him to doubt they’d ever leave him.

Out of the corner of his eyes Grian thought he saw the flash of a light, he turned his head slightly, earning a disgruntled noise from Scar. There was nothing there. Maybe just his imagination or a reflection from one of the glass blocks.

Scar’s hand impatiently turned him back and he was kissed once again, blissfully closing his eyes.

Those two were really the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

[the-hermitcraft-chronicles]

renbo angst 🌺

Title: “Hot and Cold”- by Katy Perry

Au: Grian is an avian, Ren a werewolf. 

Warnings: Frost bite, mentions of prosthetic limbs

Cold. That was all Ren could feel. Cold, alone, and scared. He had been out collecting ice for a new project when a blizzard hit, and now he couldn’t see anything, even his communicator to call his boyfriend for help. Not that he’d want Mumbo to be out in this sort of weather either. He fell onto his knees, hardly able to feel his feet, hands, or his legs. His breath was coming out in short pants, his wolfish ears pressed his his head despite the fact he couldn’t feel those either. 

He shivered violently, reaching slowly into his bag to pull out his pickaxe, a flint and steel, anything. But his fingers wouldn’t move. He couldn’t grab onto anything. “F..Fuck.” He muttered, slowly going to stand back up. He pulled out a torch, letting it light up what little of the night he could see. He was amazed their wasn't any strays around yet, or maybe they too couldn’t see in this weather. He took only a few steps forward before he fell again, his legs trapped in too deep of snow. “Shit. Uh..” He stuttered, feeling cold set into his bones. 

He pulled his communicator up only a few inches to his face, his body feeling heavy and his fingers numb. He ended up handing to slap the damn thing with his entire hand, barely even pressing enough buttons to make sense of it. Ren felt himself starting to slip, his face colliding into the snow. 

Rendog has sent his coordinates

Mumbo groaned as his communicator went off for the third hundredth time, about ready to throw the damn thing off his arm until he saw it was a message from Ren, with just a set of coordinates. Odd. He frowned, messaging Grian. 

MumboJumbo>Grian: Hey man, Can you come help me? I think Ren might be in a bit of trouble. 

Grian>MumboJumbo: Oh of course! Just let me get some first aid stuff just in case.

That’s what lead Grian and Mumbo flying straight into a blizzard, flying over head above the clouds, unable to see the land under them. Mumbo looked at the Avian, who was starting to shiver in these temperatures. Oh yea, Grian was a tropical bird. He forgot. 

“Do you see him??” Grian called out. Mumbo looked at him. 

“Of course I don’t! The clouds are too thick to see through!” Mumbo said, checking his own coordinates in relation to Ren’s, before he gasped, stopping and turning back. “He should be right down here somewhere!” He called out, and Grian yelped as he quickly followed. “REN! REN??” Mambo yelled, hardly able to see anything in the heavy snow. He landed in snow with a heavy thud, and he groaned lowly. 

“Mumbo!” Grian yelped, helping the other man up on top of the snow. “His coordinates are a few blocks back.” He said, picking up the non avian and flying towards them. The two hermits gasped as they saw a blob in the snow, an unusually high stack of snow that was oddly Ren shaped. Grian let go of Mumbo, using a torch to keep as much visibility as he could.

Mumbo fell to his knees in the snow, digging his boyfriend out of it. His eyes widened a bit as the blizzard started to clear. “R..Ren..?” Mumbo practically whimpered. 

In front of him was a passed out Ren, his face dug into the snow and Mumbo assumed he couldn’t breathe. He picked up the frozen hermit, holding him close. “It’ll be okay Ren, I promise.” Mumbo said, Handing Ren over to Grian. He needed his hands to shoot off fireworks while they flew, and Grian didn’t. 

Grian grunted with the added weight, but held the werewolf princess style and nodding. “Void… He’s frozen to the bone.” He said softly. 

“I know, we have to get him into yours or my base.” Mumbo said, grabbing more rockets from his inventory; Aka a small bag they each had on their backs. What? Inventory sounds cooler than backpack. Anyways, he started off quickly, expecting Grian to follow him. He needed to get Ren home quickly, so the man didn’t freeze to death. 

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Ren could hear mumbling around him, his ears twitching softly. His face felt… wet. But at least warm. For a second it almost grossed him out, but then he realized he was covered in hot towels. He felt grass under his arms. Where was he? He still couldn’t feel his fingers, or his legs. “Hm?? Mumbo-?” He groaned, going to sit up. 

“Nonono! Don’t sit up!” Mumbo rushed over to him, forcing him to lay back down in the grass. They were out in front of Mumbo’s mega base. He saw it now. “We just started a fire, to help you warm up.” He looked down at his arms, those covered in towels as well. 

“So you mean to tell me. You first reaction to. To me being frozen. Was to let me sunbathe in the jungle?” He asked slowly, a fond grin pulling at his face. 

“W..Well yes.” Mumbo said, face flushing red. “It seemed like a good idea.” He added, sitting down beside Ren and helping him take off the towels. Once the towels were off his body he sat up again, looking down at his legs. He could see the black crawling up from his feet, and he practically whimpered at what he realized. 

“How are we gonna fix this?” He asked gently, thinking he would need prosthetic’s. 

“Well, Grian’s working on making a bath tub for ya, so hopefully we can get this healed up without needing to take a limb off. Thankfully, it was too cold over where you were for any infection to get in, and Grian and I were careful when it came to touching any dead skin.” Mumbo said calmly, and Ren nodded as Grian called them over. 

Ren yelped as he was scooped up into Mumbo’s arms, walking over towards Mumbo’s hobbit hole. Grian had cleared out a space behind the nether portal, a larger tub filled with swirling water. “Strip em down lover boy~!” Grian laughed, and Ren chuckled at him as he sat down. 

With some help from Mumbo and Grian, they got him stripped down to his underwear- Briefs if anyone wanted to know- and into the water. Ren sighed out of content, his tail wagging under the water. Mumbo grinned, and Grian walked out to leave the two alone. 

“You scared the crap outta me.” 

“I know babe.”

“You should’ve asked for someone to go with you.”

“I know, babe.” Ren grinned lazily, sinking further down into the water. “Bathe with me?” He asked. Mumbo rolled his eyes. 

“Its not a bath. Its hydrotherapy.” He said, rolling up his sleeves. He reached into the water, taking Ren by the hand and gently helping him flex his fingers Ren went to open his mouth, but Mumbo cut him off. “And yes. I Did learn this from Doc.” He huffed. Both men shared a laugh. 

“I’m sorry Baby, for being so stupid.” Ren sighed, and Mumbo chuckled. 

“We’re two halves of the same Idiot, I suppose.” Mumbo’s voice was soft and fond, sitting at the edge of the water. “You better hope I don’t have to make you prosthetic’s. It’ll be a testing nightmare.” He sighed. Ren gasped excitedly. 

“Mumbo Jumbo brand prosthetic’s??? Man, I may just have to ruin my legs for those!” 

[maxs-muses]

Tailor

A small ficlet I made for @ask-elementalhermitcraft ‘s AU!

This is just how I picture Rendog’s reskin would go in this universe.

Mostly just a slice of life, and hermits being hermits. (And Wind being Wind.)

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It’s been a while since the war ended.

In fact, it was more than ‘a while’. It was a good deal of time that had passed, and the majority of the hermits had taken the time to relax in whatever way seemed fit-be it working hard, “retiring” (and subsequently, un-retiring), or legitimately relaxing.

Time didn’t mean much to The Wind. Sure it was aware of its existence, and its passage, but its main concern was usually itself. However, for its partner, Grian, things were a little bit different. He was alive, and fully ready to continue with his most recent projects, alongside Mumbo: The Sahara Project. Of course, he can’t do it alone-and so they had made the decision to invite Iskall to Architech, their group.. it had gone swimmingly, and the new addition to their group, he knew, would ensure that things go even better. Yes, things were going great-and that wasn’t even taking into account his new ‘Sherlock Grian’ thing. The Wind seemed to think the name was fitting... Well, at least he was able to custom tailor a suit fit for his wings. He’s had to get good at that... as these thoughts ran through his head, Grian received a notification on his communicator:

[Renthedog: Hey, Grian? May we speak for a bit?]

Grian blinked in confusion. He hasn’t spoken to Ren much-apart from helping him deconstruct the fatal rollercoaster on the railway station.

[Grian: Sure thing! Let’s meet in over at my base?]

[Renthedog: Sounds great, be there soon!]

Grian paused, thinking. What could he want?

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Grian awaited Ren in his base, wings twitching ever-so-slightly. He doesn’t know why he feels so nervous... The Wind swirled around him comfortingly, and he felt himself relax slightly. It would all be okay-the days of animosity are behind them. Ren’s arrival was heralded by a firework going off, and he slowly swooped down into Grian’s base. Grian smiled at the sight of him-but then paused. Ren’s clothes were... not in the best state, to put it kindly. Rips, tears, and hastily stitched-up seams marred his ensemble.

Grian furrowed his brows. “Hey Ren! What’s up?”

He continued his examination of his clothing. Ren shifted, adjusting the sunglasses gifted to him by Mumbo. “Well... you see, I’ve been wearing these clothes for a while now, and they-well-you know-aren’t in that great of shape...” Not in that great of shape was putting it kindly, in Grian’s opinion. “And-I noticed that you have a lot of outfits, and I was... I was wondering if you could help me make one.”

Grian paused slightly, thinking. Then, a smile broke on his face. “Sure thing! I’m down to help.” It would be nice, having a non-building project going on... a nice change of pace.

The Wind, particularly, was excited. It had been the one to help Grian design his many outfits using various materials they found. The only thing it seemed to lack was utterly awful fashion sense-thankfully, this was usually tempered by Grian. The Wind snapped its attention back to reality as its Favored began to speak. “Why don’t you come on up to my greenery room, and we can think things over better there? It’s got much better atmosphere.” That it does...

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Ren breathed in the fresh air of the top floor of Grian’s base. It was a stark difference from the rest of it, with grass and trees all around opposing the aesthetically pleasing, but harsh, concrete, the happy chirps of the parrots and somewhat out of place clucks of a chicken contrasting with the rushing water and vaguely technological background noise of the other levels. Privately, he thought this was a great addition to his base of operations... Ren turned at the sound of a swooping set of wings, and smiled at the sight of Grian-fittingly, dressed in something somewhat resembling a tailor.

“Lookin’ good, dude!”

Grian beamed. “Thanks! Now.. let’s get started!”

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The wind churned, spreading its awareness out in boredom. Happy though it was its Chosen was interacting with the ‘Hermits’, it was always so much fun to go on flights with him... but at the moment, he was simply helping one of them reconfigure his outfit. The Wind turned its ‘gaze’ for a moment, and couldn’t stop a feeling of amusement at the sight of the hermit in a... cow outfit, of all things. Grian was, it seemed, equal parts disgusted and amused, and seemed to be struggling with the choice of laughing or being sick. He settled for a cough, and for telling the other to get that abomination off.

The Wind felt proud of its Chosen-goodness knows it was hard at first to get interactions going... it spared a chance to brush up against Grian’s side in an almost playful manner. He in turn chuckled, slapping at the air slightly. “Pff. Hey. Where ya been?” The Wind ‘laughed’, and didnt reply. Grian, in turn, huffed. “Fine, be that way... ah. Also, I’ve had some ideas for materials we might need, and I’m gonna go over them with Ren... can you go gather them while we work here?” The Wind hummed in acknowledgement and whooshed off to locate said materials...

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“Aaaaand.... finished!”

Grian beamed at their handiwork. Ren, in particular, felt like a new man-who wouldn’t, when one’s ensemble underwent such a dramatic change.

“Grian, this is awesome! Lovin’ the wristwatch.”

Grian and the Wind chuckled. “At the moment, it’s essentially just a block of fakeness-but if you want you can try to combine a Clock with it, well, who knows!” Ren laughed as well. Grian grinned and continued. “Also, the threads were coated in some special slime I got from Iskall-it shouldn’t tear very easily. By that I mean, very few things can rip through it.”

Ren’s eyes glittered under the shades. “Sweet, I’m immortal.”

Grian did a comical double take. “A-Wh-No wait!”

Rendog, who had his trident out jokingly, laughed. “Kidding, dude, sorry.”

Grian exhaled, shaking his head. “Ahh.. right. Seriously, though, be careful.”

Ren smiled. “Of course, dude. This diggity dog ain’t gonna just stab himself to see if the threads would hold up.” Grian nodded. “Yeah...”

A small silence fell momentarily. It was surprisingly comfortable. Ren yawned. “Well... I should be headin’ back home. This whole clothing marathon worked me out!”

Grian smiled. “Heh, same here... see ya, dude!”

Ren smirked, and tipped his shades. “Seeya!” And then, he was gone. And Grian let out a tired breath.

The Wind carefully took hold of him... then sent multiple well angled gusts to throw Grian down the hole, around the bottom base area, up just because, and plummeting down only for Grian to land an inch from the ground on a comfortable patch of air. Grian, understandably windswept and shocked, took a moment to recover before shaking his head in mirth. “Someone’s feisty tonight, eh?” The Wind ‘chuckled’. “Ah.. thanks for helping me out with Ren, by the way.” Grian’s eyes glinted teasingly. “Of course, when anyone else is involved, you immediately go and collect ingredients... and when it’s me, I suddenly crash into hillsides and builds for no reason.”

Grian was shoved off of the air pillow, and he promptly laughed. “Heh. Love ya too.” Yawning, he headed to his bed.

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As Ren flew back to his area under the peaceful moonlight, he noticed that this was the most streamlined and least danger inducing elytra flight he’s ever had.