#and it's not even gridoc

[xbralis]

and our undefeated champions are...

ETHUBS takes the crown!

guess there are some deaths that even the joe hills difference cant conquer. they REALLY put up a good fight tho, gg!

thank you so much for voting, seeing the enthusiasm for this entire silly event was so fun. the turnout for this last round was insane and i loved everyone's enthusiasm even if i couldn't respond to it all.

stats below the cut!

FINAL RANKING: (individual scores taken from how close their win was: ie. clethubs and polyzit were knocked out at the same time, but clethubs got more votes so they're 3rd. this is obviously imperfect and the ranking is just for fun)

Ethubs

Jleo

Clethubs

PolyZIT

Scardubs

Mumscarian

Grumbo

xBralis

Cledubs

Tangpulse

Scarian

Convex

PolyNHO

Kerasuma

Mumskall

Zedango

Stresskall

Gridoc

Impdubs

Rendoc

Renskall

Falstress

Cubriande

Exhels

HypxB

Jevno

Evilworm

Beeftho

Dreamsuma

Zedbeef

Welsjev

Falsuma

[hmshermitcraft]

crackships you say? oh this is PERFECT

joel x doc. i just think theyd look good together. matching green boys!! i really want to see them actually interact more so i can really get a feel for their dynamic, but i have a feeling it’d be kinda similar to a mix between gridoc and smalletho

i like to call them docbeans and so far ive seen nobody else on this site even mention it, let alone ship it

i love the trope of “joel (certified pretty boy who’s also funny and talented) joining and instantly theres like 20 people who have a crush on him”

i think joel deserves more love

See, the thing with Doc and Joel, is they can't let sleeping dogs lie. When one of them escalate things, then the other has to follow. Which is how their relationship began. Neither of them could let the minor flirting go, and thus began the most incredibly failed game of gay chicken ever seen. On account of: neither of them pulled away.

Grian will never stop laughing.

[saphscorner]

You asked for drabble requests, could we perhaps get some ranchers or gridoc 👉👈

hey hey hey! thanks for the request! honestly i'm so biased here, so i went with ranchers fluff (and had a lot of fun with it)! open to writing gridoc another time though! enjoy, anon :)

word count: 861 words pairing(s): tango/jimmy warnings: none general tags & vibes: fluff and i think technically canon compliant??

Tango couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a day with no plans. Most days he had at least something to do, but there he was on a Wednesday morning, lying wide awake at seven in the morning, gazing aimlessly up at the ceiling. 

His fiance Jimmy was still asleep beside him, one arm draped lazily over Tango’s waist. Ever since season nine of Hermitcraft ended, Tango had moved back in with Jimmy in their own private world. It seemed like a nice way to spend the break between seasons, but without any overarching projects to keep him occupied, some days left him feeling at a loss. 

Tango glanced back over when he felt Jimmy start to stir beside him, yawning as he rolled his head against the pillow in a half-hearted attempt to fall back asleep. He smiled, shifting his hand to softly rub Jimmy’s shoulder. 

“Morning, Jimmy.” 

Tango was met with another yawn in response, and Jimmy finally blinked open his eyes. He hummed tiredly, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as his gaze landed on Tango. “You’re up early.” 

“Am I?” Tango asked. 

Jimmy rubbed his eyes with one hand. “Or maybe you just slept late yesterday.” 

“Yeah, guess my sleep schedule is still pretty messed up,” Tango admitted. 

With another yawn, Jimmy finally conceded to get up, his hand sliding off Tango’s waist to prop himself up against his elbows.

“Are we doing anything today?” Tango asked, hopeful that Jimmy might have something in mind.

“Not that I can think of. Was thinking we could just hang out here today unless you have something you need to do,” Jimmy suggested.

“I have nothing, no. Wouldn’t mind something to keep busy though.” 

“I feel like you’re always ‘keeping busy’,” Jimmy said. He pushed himself up fully so he could shuffle closer to Tango. Sitting on his knees, he reached one hand into Tango’s hair to finger-comb his bedhead back into place.

Tango couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, letting his eyes fall shut. “I’m not used to slowing down. I was so busy all the time for months, and I don’t really know what to do with myself now. It’s not that I don’t know how to relax–” 

“Except you clearly don’t know how to relax,” Jimmy finished for him. 

“That’s not true!” Tango blinked his eyes back open as the hand in his hair stilled, and found himself face to face with Jimmy who gazed at him expectantly. He stole a quick kiss off Jimmy’s lips. “This feels relaxing.”

Jimmy cracked a smile, resuming fixing Tango’s hair. “It is, you’re right, but can you at least admit you have a hard time with it? Even yesterday you spent hours down in the mines just mining for coal. We’ve got like, what, eight stacks of it now?”

“What, do you want more? I mean that could be my project today,” with a grin, he made a move to get up, but Jimmy promptly grabbed his shoulders to hold him firmly in place. 

“Stop!” Jimmy laughed. “We don’t need more!” 

Tango laughed, letting himself relax against the headboard as he raised his hands in front of his chest in a surrender. “Okay, okay!” 

Jimmy’s hands finally slid off Tango’s shoulders in favor of taking his hands. He raised them to his lips to lay soft kisses over his knuckles. “Look, I’m just saying, what’s wrong with really just taking a break? Here. With me. We’ll do something tomorrow if you really want to, but you can’t just be on the move all the time.” 

“I know, that’s how you get burnt out, right?” 

“Exactly,” said Jimmy. “Why don’t we just make a day of this?” He gestured vaguely between himself and Tango, relaxed in bed as they were. “I’ll make you coffee and breakfast, and we can just stay here for a while.” 

The soft, genuine smile on Jimmy’s expression could soften Tango in a heartbeat. Face to face as they were, Tango realized how much he’d missed Jimmy. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was never a better time to do nothing than in these weeks of being with his fiance. It was a rare time of his life with no projects, no deadlines, only the two of them in a remote ranch. Jimmy would eventually go back to Empires, Tango would eventually go back to Hermitcraft. These quiet moments alone were rare, so maybe he didn’t need a way to just fill the time; he could just be with Jimmy for a while. 

Tango let out a soft exhale, turning his hands in Jimmy’s so their palms were pressed flush and held his hands. “...I can’t say no to that.” 

Jimmy smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll make sure it’s a good day,” he assured Tango, before stealing another kiss. “By the end of it, you’ll be a professional at relaxing!”

As Tango kissed back, he couldn’t help but think that Jimmy might be right. After all, if this was what it felt like to slow down, it was something he could surely get used to.

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Fic: Fine

Grian/Docm77, NC-17, ~8k

Thank you for the warm response to my first gridoc fic!! This is now a series O u O Read the AO3 tags and have fun.

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Grian’s not pregnant.

It’s not a surprise nor a disappointment, and he doesn’t like the fact that he has to remind himself of that.

It’s also not a surprise nor a disappointment that Doc doesn’t ask about it. Doc’s not obligated. He’s not Grian’s keeper, his friend, his mate, his — anything.

In fact, the first time he sees Doc after everything is when they meet for the mech battle, and that’s too chaotic for Grian to even think about anything else. Not until he gets home after, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, making him want to make all kinds of bad decisions.

Are you free? he messages Doc, which feels ridiculous when he just minutes ago watched Doc fly off to lick his own wounds — mostly his hurt pride.

No, Doc replies almost instantly, a breath of laughter escaping Grian, because he should have known better.

Except that a few minutes later Doc sends, meet at the camp in 5.

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[jestroer]

for the shipping thing, this may be a rare one but gridoc maybe?

Gridoc is a thing of beauty i think. They cannot help themselves making each other their sworn enemy. Does Doc even call Grian his name anymore is it all Pesky Bird. Both of them looove being homoerotic with their friends but like in the opposite ways you know. They work great i think, they are enemies and lovers, also maybe sometimes they act like normal people and snuggle and Grian is perfectly sized to just plast his whole body on top of Doc. Dig in this fricking fur bird boy.

[void-chara]

... so according to this ao3 wrapped thing i just did, my number one ship of the year is lawlight,, i didnt even finish watching death note until early june i think!! and it took several months after that for the hyperfixation to set in! what! how!! also light was the character tagged the most in the fics i read, with L in second place. again. HOW. i swear my super intense gridoc phase was this year?? right?? but it didnt even show up on the top ships. idk maybe it was last year, or didnt last as long as i thought..

anyway my most visited fic of the year was a lawlight time travel one that i vistited 702 times and you know what. yeah. makes sense actually i did go to that fic a lot

anyway um. favorite part is the top five tags list which i think is the tags that appeared most frequently in the works in my history. the list is 1 fluff 2 angst 3 hurt/comfort 4 alternate universe - canon divergence and 5 anal sex. which you know what yeah. ok. seems like a pretty good summary of what i read

[melon-wing]

Full Moon

This Story was inspired by @gridoc ‘s fanart found here

Grian laid on the soft grass, looking up at the blue sky. The smell of flowers was all around him and he could hear birds tweeting. He loved this part of being a Hippie. He seriously should have tried something like this way sooner. It was so relaxing after a stressful day of working. And the plus side was, he could always be close to his boyfriend. His eyes landed on Ren sitting on top of his RV, playing a few notes on his guitar and humming no song in particular to himself. This was perfect. Or as Impulse had said, the ‘Disgustingly sweet life of a freshly married couple’. And while they weren’t really married or anything like that, the living together thing, albeit temporary, was something new, that both of them enjoyed a lot.

Grian stretched and stood up as the sun started to get closer to the horizon, walking over to Ren, who stopped playing the instant he noticed him and jumped down from his RV.

“Hey, beautiful!”

Grian smiled, stepped up to his boyfriend and gave him a chaste kiss. “Hello there, Handsome.” He distantly heard a gagging sound from the direction of Impulse’s RV, but chose to ignore it. “So what do you say to a nice dinner? Stress taught me a really nice recipe and I thought I could try it tonight. We could even bust out some candles and make it really romantic.”

Ren’s smile faltered and he shook his head. “Sorry not today. It’s… not good. I need to be alone, you know. There’s a full moon tonight.”

Grian sighed and stepped back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He hated it when Ren disappeared once a month during the full moon without telling him anything at all. He had tried asking so often now but never gotten a satisfying answer. Depending on Ren’s mood he either got no answer at all, or was distracted with kisses. Only one time he had told Grian that it was dangerous during the full moon, but refused to give any further explanation.

Ren noticed his foul mood – he always did – and soon soft lips covered his. He opened his mouth begrudgingly at first, but soon got to enjoy his apology make out session. When they separated, both a little out of breath his mood had indeed gotten a little better.

“I’ll make it up to you. Let’s take tomorrow off. No building, no digging. We’ll lock the RV and rock the wheels.” Grian grinned at the idea.

There was another annoyed groan coming from Impulse’s RV. “Oh dear god. I’ll take tomorrow off then. Have fun guys! Don’t break the RV.”

They looked at Impulse and then at each other and laughed, everything else forgotten.

Everything was just perfect.

~*~

Grian loved their new world. He really did. But part of him missed the old place. Getting around had been so easy there. He had been able to see Ren every day and they had spend a lot of nights together. Now it took hours upon hours of rowing for one of them. It was their own fault that they had settled so far apart, but there was nothing you could do about that. They were both builders and once a builder fell in love with a spot, nothing could change that.

Grian swore to try and get an Elytra as soon as he was able to. Maybe he could ask his neighbour Scar for some help. But that had to wait for another day. At the moment Grian was busy collecting sand for his little Hobbit Hole. He really couldn’t carry a lot unfortunately and he hated it. He had to take so many trips to gather all the materials.

As he rowed back, the sun was already setting. He didn’t really fear the night, as long as there were no phantoms flying around. Wait… When was the last time he had slept in a bed? Damn, now that he thought about it, there was a high chance of phantoms spawning around him. Maybe it would be better to spend the night somewhere else. Or to find someone with a bed.

Grian took his communicator out and looked at the coordinates, a smile forming on his face. He was really close to Ren’s little island. Maybe he could go there and crash for the night.

<Grian> Hey Ren. I’m out on the ocean. High chance of phantoms. Can I crash at your place?

Grian waited for a few minutes, watching the setting sun and it’s reflection on the water. There was no answer. Their chat wasn’t really busy today at all. Most of them were working hard and not looking at their communicators.

<Grian> I’ll just come by. If you are not there, I’ll just use your bed. Feel free to join me ;)

Grian put his communicator away and got back to rowing. When he reached ‘Loser Island’ the sun’s last rays were already fading over the water. He had made it just in time. He tied his boat to the dock and went over to Pamela, petting the cow on its head and handing her a piece of wheat before continuing on to the hut.

“Ren?!”, he called out as he opened the door.

There was nobody inside.

“Ren you there?”, he called again. He heard a noise from down below were he knew Ren was working on his base and smiled. Without hesitation he jumped down the hole and landed with a splash in the water down below.

“Ren?”, he asked, looking around and getting out of the water. Damn this place had gotten huge since the last time he’d been here.

Before he could look around for his boyfriend his communicator gave of a series of beeps as a number of messages came in. Maybe Ren wasn’t here after all and had messaged him now.

He took out the communicator and looked at it.

<Docm77> Don’t go there, Grian!

<Docm77> Please answer me! Go somewhere else

<Docm77> Grian tell me you didn’t go. It’s dangerous!

Grian looked at the messages in confusion. What the hell was going on with Doc? He never spammed the chat like that. And what was he going on about?

<Grian> I’m already in his base’s lower level. What is going on, Doc?

There was nothing dangerous in Ren’s base. Sure, it was a little dark, but not dark enough for Mob’s to spawn. The torches lit the place up and the full moon was shining through the window. His communicator beeped again.

<Docm77> You idiot! Run! Get out! I’m coming!

Wait… The full moon? Grian raised his head from his communicator to look through the glass front, seeing the moon rise through the ocean water.

Hadn’t Ren told him to never ever visit him during a full moon? Was he up to something dangerous during that time?

There was a rustling sound behind him. Grian’s heart was beating frantically as he turned around. Something was moving slowly by the wall in the shadows.

“Ren? Is that you? This is not funny.”, he called to the shadow. There was a low growling sound and Grian jumped a little. “Ren…?”

The shadow moved a little and finally the torch light revealed it. Grian’s breath hitched, his eyes widened and fear grabbed his heart. The communicator dropped from his hands falling to the floor. At the other side of the room was a giant wolf with sharp teeth and huge claws and it was staring out of glowing red eyes directly at him.

He wanted to scream, but only a silent whimper left his mouth. That was no mob he had ever seen. It was huge, almost double Grian’s size. And he didn’t have his diamond sword with him.

The eyes of the creature were fixed on him. A tongue darted out of its mouth to lick over the glistening teeth, and finally Grian was able to move again. He tried to ignore the pains that came from a whole day of digging sand and sprinted towards the bubble elevator. He needed to get out of here. With its size the creature probably wouldn’t be able to follow him through the tight space.

But just as he had began moving the wolf started to run as well and it was faster than him. He needed to hurry up. He needed to get out of here. He didn’t want to die here.

He was almost there. He would make it. His hand already hit the water as he reached for it, when something hit him in the side, throwing him to the floor. He skidded over the rough stone for a few metres and then came to a halt, panting heavily. He hurt all over from the tackle and from the stone grating away his jumper and into his skin. He stood up on shaking legs, trying to ignore all the scratches. The wolf stood between him and the exit now. There was no way he could get out of here. This was the only exit. He could try to get out of the glass front if he was able to break it, but without any gear on him there was no way he’d be fast enough and the water pressure would be hard to fight any ways.

He tried not to move. Maybe it wouldn’t notice him. Maybe it wouldn’t go after him if he didn’t trigger its instincts.

The wolf kept its eyes on him and Grian’s heart kept beating faster and faster. He was seconds away from having a full on panic attack. His adrenalin was probably the only thing that kept him standing right now and not cowering in fear.

The wolf slowly crept closer and Grian took a few slow steps backwards, looking around for anything he could use as a weapon, but there was nothing. He grabbed one of the torches standing around, holding it out defensively in front of him. Maybe it would be scared of fire. He kept stepping further and further back, the creature following his every move.

And suddenly his back hit the wall. Panic rose inside of him and he hurriedly looked of to the side for a way to get out. That was when the creature jumped. Grian instinctively held the torch in front of his body. There was a howl of pain and the smell of burning hair in the air. The beast held a claw up to its shoulder and stared at Grian. It looked even more enraged than before

And then it pounced again in wild furry. Grian swung the torch in front of him, but one hit from the giant paw sent it flying.

Grian screamed as searing pain shot through his arm. Blood dripped down to the floor from three long gashes the claws had left on his arm. Tears formed in his eyes. He would die here. Doc wouldn’t make it in time. That monster would kill him.

In his panic Grian darted off to the side, stumbling a little. He needed to get away. He didn’t want to die here. And why wasn’t Ren here to help him out? Why was a monster running around in his basement?

Something heavy hit his back and Grian fell, rolling over the stone and coming to a painful halt on his back. If he survived this his whole body would be littered in bruises and scratches.

He hurried to get up, but the giant paws of the beast were suddenly standing on his shoulders. It was lowering its mouth, sharp teeth ready, mouth wide open. Grian raised his arms to push it away, trying to frantically grab anywhere to get it away. It didn’t work. The wolf growled and suddenly Grian’s arm was in its mouth. It was about to bite down and probably take his whole hand off. Then their eyes locked. Grian could see his face reflected in the red eyes. His terrified face full of tears and for a second the red started to flicker, turning into a soft blue. Blue like the sky. Blue like the eyes of…

“Ren…?”

The beast seemed to hesitate and Grian pulled his hand back to safety, away from the sharp teeth.

“Ren is that you?” He felt the pressure fading a little from his shoulders and dared to hope again. He didn’t understand whatever was happening right now, but somehow in some way Ren had turned into this… this wolf monster. And he was coming to his senses. Maybe he was recognizing Grian.

“It’s alright Ren. Everything is okay. Okay? I’m sorry I came over. Don’t do this”, Grian whispered. His words seemed to have an effect on the creature. He just needed to keep talking. Keep it distracted.

“I… I love you, Ren…” One of the giant paws slid off of Grian’s shoulder and he decided to take the opportunity. He hurriedly rolled to the side and got up. That turned out to be a bad idea. The blue eyes instantly turned red again and the beast was growling in anger. Grian wanted to run, but he soon stumbled and then felt sharp claws piercing right through his shoulders. He fell to the ground again, breathing heavily. It was over. He wouldn’t get away this time. He was hurting everywhere. He could feel the warm breath of the wolf right next to his ear as its mouth moved to his neck.

He prepared for the worst, when he heard a loud splash of water.

“Stay down!” A voice shouted. Something flew right over his head and the creature howled in pain.

Grian turned his head to look back. A trident was embedded right in the wolves upper body, blood staining the fur red. It stumbled back a few steps, its eyes flickering between red and blue. The trident ripped itself out of his body again as if by magic and it fell to the ground. It took a few more shaking breaths, trying to get up again, growling dangerously. Again a trident flew, this time hitting its lower abdomen. It struggled to stay upright and took one more shaking step, before it fell down one final time and stopped moving.

“R-Ren…? REN!”

Grian tried to get up, but a warm hand on his back kept him from moving and he looked at Doc who was kneeling next to him, bloody trident in his mechanical arm.

“It’s okay, Grian…”

“Nothing is okay!” There were tears gathering in Grian’s eyes now. He just felt the tension of this whole ordeal all at once becoming too much. “You killed him! That was Ren and you killed him!”

“I know, but…”

“You knew?!” Grian almost shouted, wincing at the pain it caused in his shoulder. “Why? Doc, if you knew that was Ren, why did you do it?”

“You need to calm down, Grian, man…”, he said calmingly, put down the trident after one last look at the wolf and then carefully turned Grian around to get him into a sitting position. “Look.”

Grian followed his instructions and saw the wolf’s fur moving a little as low breaths were still leaving its mouth. “Is he… Will he...?”

“He will be okay. He is one tough guy in that form. And I know how to aim. I just did enough damage to stop him. He will be fully healed once the full moon is gone, don’t worry. He always transforms back without any injuries. No one is dead. And it looks like he didn’t get to bite you. He didn’t right?”

Grian shook his head and Doc let out a sigh of relief. “Good. He would never forgive himself if he turned you as well.”

“What… turned me into what…? Is he a… Werewolf? But they don’t exist. That is just a fairy tale.”

“Well before they multiplied like crazy, people thought phantoms were just a fairy tale and now they are everywhere…” Doc sighed and looked over to where Ren’s body was still lying. “It should be up to him to explain this to you. I told him so many times that you should know what he was. He was so scared you would leave him and look where that got him. He almost bit you. That fool.”

“He is a fool… But I love him even at his worst… He should know that.” Grian smiled sadly and tried to shrug, but the pain in his shoulder almost had him doubling over. Doc’s hand was the only thing that kept him up.

“Can you stand up? Should I call Xisuma to teleport us to a safer place?”

Grian shook his head. He didn’t want to get Xisuma involved. It was his own fault he was in this situation. “I’ll manage…”

Grian managed to slowly get up with Doc’s hand steadying him. Doc was constantly looking him up and down a worried expression on his face. “You don’t really look to good.”

“’m fine…”, Grian mumbled, swaying a little. His face was as white as a sheet of paper. How much blood had he lost? There weren’t too many wounds on his body, but those cuts seemed to be pretty deep. He took a shaking step towards the exit, but stumbled and hadn’t it been for Doc holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground again.

“Stupid stubborn fools, both of you”, he mumbled, his communicator in hand. Grian could distantly hear the sound of typing and beeping, as if he was under water. He couldn’t think clearly. Everything around him started to sway. And then everything around him disappeared and they suddenly stood in a brightly lit room. He was rushed over to a bed. Xisuma was standing there looking at him worriedly. Oh… So they had transported him to Xisuma’s place.

He wanted to say something, but his vision started to fade and he suddenly felt so tired. He couldn’t keep his eyes open and slowly drifted out of consciousness. Maybe he would wake up and realise all this had been just a nightmare.

In his dreams he was haunted by glowing red eyes. The wolf was always right next to him no matter where he went. He was suddenly back in the cave below Ren’s base, the wolf above him. But this time there was no trident flying through the air. No Doc to rescue him. He felt the sharp teeth bite into his neck and screamed.

He screamed and screamed, hands were on him at once and he heard voices talking to him. Slowly but surely he gained a sense of his surroundings. He was in Xisuma’s bed. There was no wolf. It was bright and the sun was shining through the windows and someone was holding his hand.

A little out of breath he looked at Xisuma who was gently holding his hand, his helmet abandoned in a corner of the room.

“’suma…?”

“Yeah. You alright, Grian? You had a nightmare.”

“So it wasn’t real?”, he asked, still a little dazed, but the pity in Xisuma’s eyes made him realise how stupid that question was. Of course it had been real. Why else would he be in Xisuma’s bed of all places? And he still hurt all over. He looked down at his arm. It was tightly wrapped in a bandage. The white fabric was stained dark red in some places.

And suddenly he realised it was morning and Doc’s words came back to him. “Ren! Where is he? Is he alright? I need to...”, he hurriedly tried to get up, but Xisuma gently pushed him back into the mattress.

“Don’t strain yourself”, he mumbled then turned around and stepped away from the bed. “Ren, get over here. You heard him.”

Grian heard some rustling in the corner of the room and finally he saw Ren slowly stepping up to his bed. Why hadn’t he been next to him this whole time?

“Ren…” Ren looked bad. He wouldn’t raise his head to look at Grian. His eyes were red and puffy and there were still tear tracks on his face. His whole posture just screamed Insecurity. “Ren, babe… Look at me, please.”

Finally Ren raised his head and their eyes met. He could see tears shining in Ren’s eyes. “Grian… I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I promise. I just… I can’t control the wolf. I tried to stop it. I really did. I was so scared. I’d understand if you don’t want to be with me any more.”

Grian shock his head and slowly raised his non bandaged arm to rest a hand on Ren’s cheek. “It’s alright. Nothing bad happened. I’m okay. And I still love you.”

Xisuma sighed next to them and put down a few clean bandages onto the bed. “I’ll give you guys a little privacy. Ren, He needs a change of bandages. I trust you to take care of that. Talk it out you two. I’ll be back later.”

Grian noticed that Ren looked a little panicked at Xisuma’s retreating back and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. Maybe he wanted to stop Xisuma. As the door fell closed, Ren even flinched a little, head hanging low again.

“You don’t want to be alone with me?”, Grian asked sadly, noticing all the signs.

Ren looked finally looked back at him, eyes wide with shock, shaking his head. “I thought you wouldn’t want to be. I thought you might get scared after I attacked you.”

Grian huffed in mild annoyance. “If I didn’t want to be alone with you I would have told Xisuma. We have been alone thousand of times, haven’t we.”

“Yeah but I attacked you…”

“Right. You attacked me. Once. When you weren’t even yourself. We have been together almost every night since the last season. Percentage wise I think I have a good chance to be safe alone with you.” Grian slowly got into a sitting position, wincing a little at the pain, but unlike Xisuma, Ren made no move to stop him. He grabbed Ren and pulled him into a hug. It hurt, sure, it hurt like hell. But seeing Ren like that, seeing him blame himself for everything that happened, that hurt even more.

“It’s okay. We are okay. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known I’d be there.” He felt Ren’s hand hesitantly wrapping around him and Grian almost melted into the embrace. “I love you. And I’ll always love you, even if you transform into some monster wolf, I’ll still love you.”

Ren was shaking now and Grian felt something wet on his shoulders. He carefully petted Ren’s back with his unbandaged hand, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay… Everything is fine…”, he continued to whisper words of comfort until he felt Ren calming down. They still stayed there for a while, neither of them ready to let go.

Until Grian moved a little and pain shot through his arm. A pained whine escaped him and Ren let go of him as if he’d burned himself. “I’m sorry. Oh god, Gri, I’m so sorry. Look at me. I’m a mess and you are the one that got hurt. I should be the one to care for you not the other way around.”

“Don’t worry, it’s…”

“No. It’s not okay. Stop saying that. I know you want to reassure me, but I have a right to worry about you. You are hurt.” Ren picked up the clean bandage. “I need to make it up to you, even if you don’t see that. You might be okay, but I… I’m not okay yet.”

Grian didn’t dare to say anything. He wanted to make Ren forget about what happened, but he understood where Ren was coming from. It was probably easier to forgive someone else than to forgive yourself. So he just nodded and held out his wounded arm.

Gently Ren peeled of the bloody bandage. Grian averted his eyes, not ready to see the damage the attack had caused.

“I owe you an explanation, I think”, Ren began and Grian just shrugged. “No, Gri, I really do. I should have told you a long time ago. Doc was always pestering me about it. I guess he was right. If you had known you would have paid more attention to the moon.”

“Tell me then… Whatever you are comfortable with.”

Ren smiled sadly, putting the bloody bandages to the side and taking a washing cloth from the bedside table. He dabbed it gently against the wound. It stung like hell, but Grian tried not to show any discomfort as Ren began explaining.

“I was still young when it happened. It was long before I came to Hermitcraft. I got lost in a forest looking for… I don’t even know what I was looking for any more. It was stupid to go out alone that late. It was a full moon. That huge wolf suddenly appeared in front of me. I tried to run away, but it was just too fast. It bit me. It probably would have killed me. But I was lucky. Someone had noticed my screams and chased the monster off. I thought I was lucky. Until the next full moon came and I transformed. It hurts… It hurts every time. All the bones in your body shifting, your skin stretching out. But the worst thing is not how it feels but the way you lose all control. I was never able to control myself.”

“But you did...”, Grian whispered, thinking back to last night, when his arm had been in the wolf’s mouth, about to be bitten. “Your eyes. They turned blue and you didn’t… you stopped.”

Ren smiled sadly and nodded. “That was the first time I managed to do this. And even though… even when I love you this much I wasn’t able to stay in control. I tried so hard...”

Ren took a shaky breath, quietly put the wash cloth away and started carefully bandaging the arm again. “I’m glad Doc was there. Even if he almost killed me... I once told him if worst comes to worst he has my permission to kill me. I’d rather die then see anything happen to you.”

“Well and I’d rather be bitten than see you die. So I’ll have a talk with Doc about that agreement”, Grian replied with an annoyed huff and while Ren looked like he wanted to argue he held back. He probably knew that Grian wouldn’t change his mind on that matter.

Ren kept bandaging up his arm, then paused and looked straight into Grian’s eyes, gaze full of worry. “Just… Never visit me during the full moon ever again. Promise me that you’ll be careful. If I were to bite you, I’d never forgive myself.”

Grian averted his eyes. Ren wasn’t the only one who felt guilty about this whole ordeal. If he had just paid attention to the moon… If he hadn’t stayed out so late… If he had waited patiently for an answer instead of just barging in… If he had…

“Grian. Stop it.”

“’m not doing anything…”, Grian mumbled quietly, turning his eyes back to Ren.

“You are blaming yourself, when I am the only one to blame. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Well… If I’m not allowed to blame myself, then neither are you!”

Ren shook his head, about to answer again, but Grian wouldn’t let him. “No. You listen to me, Mr. Ren. You had no control. You told me enough times that you can’t see me during a full moon. So what? Yeah, you maybe should have told me you are a werewolf after two years of dating, but whatever.” Grian looked back to Ren again, nothing but love in his eyes. “It will take me a while to get over this, sure. I will feel bad about it and so will you, but we can pull through it. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

Ren lowered his eyes and finished bandaging Grian’s arm. But for the first time since Grian had woken up there was a small smile on his lips. And Grian knew at that moment that they would be alright.

[gridoc]

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[xbralis]

gridoc?

one of the first hermit ships i actually encountered! so theyre special to me for that reason. a real og kismesis (sorry) ship change my mind. even when im not shipping them i still think doc has a rival crush on the pesky bird lmAO. also their aesthetic clash is really good its like. overcomplicated giant green cybernetic creepr monster man and a guy in a red sweater. guess which one u should be more scared of (its grian) (sorry doc)

[hmshermitcraft]

could we have some gridoc with this week’s theme? Enemies to lovers just suits their vibes so well

Just because Grian and Doc are on the run doesn't mean they have to like each other. The city they live in is harsh, dictated by strict rules and social classes.

Doc used to be among the city elites, revered for his technical skills (his augmentations are his own designs.) He had money, influence and power, but didn't care much to use it. He wanted to genuinely help people, not caring about the profit. The fact it benefited the rich and powerful was mere coincidence.

Grian's always been a street rat. He ran from his orphanage when he was little, tired of the life he was forced into there. Now he's a master of the street, knitting the nooks and crannies the city offers perfectly.

As out of touch as he is, he still hears of the great 'Doc's' fall from grace.

He does not expect to find the rich prat in a dumpster he's searching to repair his blades (it's hard to get around when he can't skate properly.) Grian planned to leave him, but unfortunately he has a damn conscience. Plus, the guy's know-how could be useful. It could even be profitable!

He'll teach him how to survive but that's it, unless Doc proves he can be useful.

(That is not it. It's not it at all.)

[blacktofade]

im very particular about my pregnancy kinks, im almost always a ‘it CAN be hot if the characters are saying stuff about breeding and mating yada yada but i do not want actual will get pregnant stuff’ but the way you wrote that? HOLY SHIT MAN, my eyes have been blessed that was so hot thank you oh my gods i cant even its so good gridoc is the best the way you write, all of it literally top tier man

Omg thank you so much for this wonderful compliment!!! ;__; I'm seriously trying to drag down as many people as possible into my nasty breeding kink pit. And also my gridoc pit. They're just soooo.... I want to bite them!!!

[theunexplainable]

Not my idea but @hmshermitcraft . They posted an ask that revolves around gridoc. It's a Persephone and Hades au where Grian is Persephone and Doc is Hades, and Scar is Demeter. It's up to you if you wanna write something abt it but it is a really good au to write about. So ye.

Have a nice day.

The conclusion:

Scar stared at his brother, shocked and elated that Doc had let him free. Although Doc seemed to have taken a toll on Grian's bright demeanor, leaving the once happy god sad and gloomy looking. scar could only imagine the things that the disgusting god of the underworld had done to him, even the though of Doc around his brother made his skin boil. But he knew that because of Doc's deceptive tricks, Grian was now tied to the underworld, and would have to go back eventually.

Grian spoke little while he was there, instead seeking out things that he knew he enjoyed, and staying away from the thoughts that reminded him of his love. He kept a journal to write reminders in, and to write notes about the day. He also sent messages to the underworld, and received many in return, it appeared that Doc missed him as much as he missed Doc.

Scar continued doing his best to cheer up his brother, making flower crowns and gifting him everything he could ever want. But it seemed to do little, so he left the man alone, leaving him to do whatever he pleased although he kept a close eye on the god of spring. So Grian spent his time reading books, he gathered a variety of them from the library, ones on architecture, science, animals, rocks, and even horror. Wasting his time until he was allowed to return to his beloved, the strong but gentle soul that seemed to always make his day brighter.

He smiled down at the letter in his lap, sent from Doc, it had arrived yesterday, and it spoke that only two weeks remained before Grian could return home. Return home to his love, his life, the only person he knew he would ever truly need.

"Grian, I know we have little time left, but I promise I'll save you from that retched barbarian," Scar reassured Grian, sounding sorrowful.

"Scar, I don't need you to save me, and that 'retched barbarian' is the best part of my day!" Grian exclaimed, clearly frustrated with Scar, standing up and pushing his brother away from him.

"Clearly he's bewitched you somehow!" Scar retorted, eyes filling with grief, or were those tears?

"Doc hasn't done anything! He's been nothing but kind and loving since the day I met him!" Grian shouted back, the constant insulting of his boyfriend enraging him.

"WHY DO YOU LOVE THAT FREAK SO MUCH!! Scar shouted, grabbing Grian's wrist harshly, while thorny vines sprung from the ground, grabbing at everything around. Digging their thorns into Grian's ankles, blood erupting slowly from the deep cuts that the vines created. The god of summer seemed enraged with his smaller and younger brother, unaware of the damage he had caused.

"BECAUSE HE TREATED ME BETTER THAN YOU EVER DID!!" Grian screamed back, tears rolling down his cheeks from emotions and pain. Flowers started growing from the vines, their petals a sad dark color, it reflected the pain and emotion in the room perfectly.

[Im gonna leave that there! If y'all want me to write about Grian meeting back up with Doc, tell me! And I hope you have a good day as well @delusionaltalent !]

[socks-pawn]

Back again with thoughts of gridoc,,,

Just Doc sitting at a desk, working on plans for redstone or smth with Grian on his lap, the perfect little cock warmer, begging for more while Doc just ignores him.

He occasionally leans forward in a way that hits even deeper just to hear Grian whine and feel him squirm. And, well, it's not much later that Grian is pressed against the desk while Doc wrecks him.

-Explosive

Grian would make just the softest little whines and moans into Doc's shoulder. He just sits there, slightly moving to get a little friction. He whines Doc's name as he wants, no, needs more from the other. And once most of the paper work is done, Doc lifts him up and places him on the desk and gives the little birdie what he wants so desperately <3

[incorrect-hermitship-quotes]

A bit of Gridoc for the soul? 🥺

Grian: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Doc: You’re my star.

Grian: What?

Doc: I said uhhh you’re a jar!

Grian: What does that even mean?

[melon-wing]

Demise Him [Grian/Doc]

Uploaded another story to my Ao3. While not explicit this one is highly suggestive. So yeah. Adults only I guess :9

[gridoc]

Doc voice: bro what the FUCK are socks