#grian x p!reader

[trashland-llamas]

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Harry Potter [Original series, FBAWTFT, Marauders]

Soft-Spoken; Theseus Scamander + Reader who struggles with compliments [GN]

Eye of the Storm; Theseus Scamander x Veela!Reader [GN]

Blasted Minotaur; Theseus lulls the reader to sleep with the story of Theseus & the Minotaur [GN]

Nobody’s Fault but my Own; Molly finds a letter Percy wrote to Fred after his death

Dear Freddie; the letter mentioned in Nobody's Fault but my Own

Piss Off; Ron x Draco; Draco only knows how to flirt by pissing the other person off

Marauders Headcanons + some Lily & Regulus sprinkled in

Regulus & his Hufflebuddy [GN]

Dysphoria’s a bitch, huh?; Regulus Black helps to protect other trans students at Hogwarts

Belly Scratches; Headcanons around how Padfoot reacts to belly scratches and how the Marauders lean into it

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Meow?; Regulus discovers Remus' secret and decides to help in his own way by becoming an animagus himself

Grrrr?; Regulus asks out Remus on a date, revealing that he's the black cat shadowing the Marauders. Sequel to Meow?

Succor; Remus renounces his magic until Regulus shows up with a job proposition

R.A.B; Sirius, after leaving home is surprised to find his brother on the Knight Express

Hermitcraft SMP

Na-Scar; Retired nascar driver! Scar helps train Grian to win a race/bet against Mumbo

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets; My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him

[patchwork-oil]

Shiplist

(last updated: dec. 20 2023)

Refer to this before requesting something!

These are ships that I can/will write for :] This will expand as time goes on! these aren’t the only ships i like, i like just about any! these are just the ships with the characters i think i can mostly realistically write ^^

Homestuck

karkat/anyone

nepeta/anyone

I’m not interested in writing for hermitcraft anymore, but if I ever write for it again, these are the pairings I’m interested in.

Hermitcraft

grian/mumbo (definitely)

grian/scar

mumbo/scar

grian/mumbo/scar (ive never written a poly fic before... we’ll see i guess)

mumbo/zedaph

grian/zedaph

tango/zedaph

I also love x readers, if you’d like to see any of these characters/readers id be happy to write that! it may be harder for me to write a pairing/reader but.. idk ill try if im inspired to :P

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Hey!👋

I really loved the scott shenanigans!

So on to more requests. Could you maybe write something about third live!Grian betraying the reader to win?

Thank you and have a great day!

-🍄anon

Hi 🍄! I hope you’re having a great day too! I write both platonic and romantic for 3L/LL Grian, but you didn’t specify so I went with platonic for this fic. It’s a bit ambiguous, so it could be read as romantic if you want, but when it’s not specified I’ll generally go more platonic.

The Watchers’ Will

3L!Grian x gn!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Grian was an old friend of yours, and the two of you joined the Third Life server together. You knew he was excited to win the competition, but you didn’t know just how far he’d go to secure victory.

Warnings: Angst, reader dies (but they become a ghost), mentions of explosions and other deaths.

Note: First attempt at angst, let’s go! Also, some events may have been shifted around, I binge-watched 3rd Life and some things blurred a bit. Call it creative liberty.

You and Grian joined the Third Life server together, and knew from the beginning that you’d be a team.

Scar was an unexpected addition to your team after Grian accidentally took his first live via creeper.

Of the three of you, Scar reached his red life first. Even with three pairs of eyes rather than two, no one saw that ravine.

You lost your first life in a simple accident, when you got caught in a cave with a swarm of creepers.

Your second life was lost to a much more intentional force. During the battle for the Red Desert, you were caught in the explosions that destroyed the landscape and were quickly finished off by Martyn.

After the battle, you respawned in the bunker you’d made in case of this sort of thing. You picked up the iron armor you’d made as a backup and headed out.

The bright sun reflected off the remaining desert sand as you emerged from the bunker. Blinking the light out of your eyes, you looked around. The land was torn apart, pock-marked with the aftermath of explosions. No one stood in the wreckage.

You grabbed your communicator. Scrolling through the chat messages, you scanned for the names of your allies. Grian had died. Just once, though. There was no death message for Scar, so they had both survived. You sighed in relief. Lowering the device, you scanned the sands once more.

Movement caught the corner of your eye. Turning, you saw the familiar red sweater of Grian as he dug his way out of the sand. Walking over to the hole he was crawling out of, you offered a hand and a smirk. “Great minds think alike, ey?”

He clasped your wrist, giving a smile and a nod in answer. “The fighting’s over, then? I haven’t looked at the chat; how’s Scar?”

You hauled your friend up. “Alive, at least. No idea where he is, or any of the Dogwarts lot.” He nodded.

“Shall we find him then, before he does end up losing his last life?” You gave a grin in return.

The two of you set off toward the remains of Monopoly Mountain, where the skeleton of the sand castle still stood. The going was a bit slower than it used to be as you and Grian had to avoid or jump over the pits caused by the explosions from the battle for the Red Desert.

As you reached the path that led up to the ruins of your old home, you thought to assess your gear. Quickly checking through your equipment, you ensured that your sword was safe at your hip and your armor was put on properly. You didn’t have much else, as your old tools and weapons had surely been taken after you died.

Making it to the top of Monopoly Mountain, you and Grian stepped up to Pizza’s grave. It was somehow still intact, despite the many explosions that had ravaged the nearby landscape. You both lay a hand on the headstone, taking a moment of silence for your fallen companion.

You stepped past the grave, up to the edge of the cliff. Raising a hand to shade your eyes, you looked out past the desert to the forest beyond. There was no sign of Scar, but a plume of smoke spiraled into the sky from somewhere beyond the trees. “I… don’t see him. Should we go to-”

A flash of pain burst across your back. You let out a gasp, spinning to face your attacker. You expected to see one of the members of Dogwarts, who’d hidden in the remnants of the sand castle, or maybe even Scar- he was on his red life, after all. Instead, you came face-to-face with Grian. “Wha-”

He swung his sword again, clashing against your chestplate.

You took a small step backwards, reaching to the iron sword on your belt. “Grian, why are you attacking me?” You brought up your weapon to block his next strike. His attacks held far more force than the slashes he’d tried in your practice spars.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this!” You were forced against the edge of the cliff, barely deflecting blows that struck with bone-shattering strength. You never thought Grian could be this ferocious. You could feel your health depleting rapidly, as you didn’t have a shield and couldn’t fend off all his attacks.

You struck out desperately as you reached low health. You felt your blade connect a few times, but it wasn’t enough to force your attacker off.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s happening here?” An incredulous shout came from the path leading to the peak where you and Grian fought. Glancing over, you saw Scar bounding up the rough road.

“I’m sorry! The watchers need me to do this!” In your brief moment of distraction, Grian struck again.

“Grian!” Scar’s call came too late. Your old friend stabbed his sword into your chest, piercing straight through you.

<Y/N was slain by Grian.>

The feeling of dying was strange. On the one hand, you felt the solid thump as your body hit the ground. On the other, you remained standing, with the sword through your now-incorporeal form.

Blinking, the world seemed… dimmer? Less saturated? Glancing around, you saw other forms take shape. Jimmy, Cleo, Skizz, the other players who’d died.

Jimmy had a concerned expression, while Skizz was more surprised. Cleo seemed almost happy, and waved to you. You hesitantly waved back.

You tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but when you opened your mouth nothing came out. Seeing what you were trying to do, Cleo held up her communicator, pointing at it. Looking down, you saw that your comms device had seemingly come into the afterlife with you. Picking it up, you saw some messages pop onto the screen, in a chat just for the spectators.

<ZombieCleo: Welcome to the afterlife y/n!>

<SolidarityGaming: I never expected Grian would do that! Are you okay?>

<SolidarityGaming: Well, I guess you’re dead too. I mean emotionally?>

Looking back up at the other dead players, you shrugged. Turning, you watched what was happening between Grian and Scar.

“What do you mean ‘you had to do it?’” Scar sounded in shock.

“The watchers needed me to!” Grian looked nearly in tears. “I didn’t want to!” His voice was choked.

You looked up at the other spectators, confused. Skizz had gone, presumably to his still-living allies. Cleo shrugged, and your communicator pinged.

<ZombieCleo: Not us.>

Returning your gaze to the other residents of the Red Desert, you saw that Grian had left. Scar stood next to Pizza’s grave, pulling out some trapdoors and stone from his inventory. As you watched, he built another grave beside the llama’s. A chest was placed on top, containing the gear you had when you died. Your bloody sword was laid on top. The final piece was a sign, denoting who the memorial remembered:

Y/N

Friend, Ally, Fighter.

Betrayed, but would never betray.

Rest In Peace

Scar stood at the completed grave for a minute, head bowed. “I don’t know if you’re watching, y/n.” You started. “If you are, know that I won’t let him get away with this.” Turning, Scar made his way down the remainders of what used to be your home.

Grian stood, victorious, over Bdubs’ body. Turning, he faced Scar. “We did it! Scar, we don’t have to fight, we can be friends again!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Grian had betrayed you, literally backstabbed you, and he was willing to ally with Scar now? Did you really mean so little to him?

The rest of the watchers floating around the scene frowned. This was a game to the death, not a game of friendship.

Cleo nudged you. Glancing at her, she raised her comms. You glanced down to see a message on yours.

<ZombieCleo whispers to you: They were your allies. It’s your call.>

You looked up at her and nodded. She returned it, then moved back to the circle of spectators.

Scar looked… hopeful? Confused? You weren’t entirely sure what emotions were flickering through his face. Before he could respond, you typed a message into chat.

Grian’s face fell as he read your words. You only smiled.

<Y/N: No. The watchers demand blood.>

[moriiartist]

hi! can i request some pinning headcanons for mumbo? i loved your recent grian fic btw!

PINING MUMBO HCS

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ PAIRING(S) \ C!Mumbo Jumbo x GN!Reader

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ Pining HCs for our local homicidal spoon- Mumbo!

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ Mild language

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ A/N \ I think I missed the peak time to post this during the Mumbo Drought, but I hope you guys will still appreciate this little fic about one of my favorite block men :P (also for some reason I really thought that the song rises the moon fits this, so do with that what you will)

For Mumbo, the way he feels and expresses his care has always been something that sets him apart from the rest of the Hermits. 

Where Grian’s emotions burst and explode like fireworks, and Scar’s cheerful but mischievous presence curls like the corner of a Cheshire grin, Mumbo’s is much more unassuming.

Mumbo’s affection is slow, threading through his bones and wrapping around his heart like the gossamer-soft tendrils of an ivy vine.

Before he realizes it’s even there, the roots have burrowed so deep that it would be madness to try and imagine himself not spending the rest of his life without that care, without that friendship.

It happened with Grian, with Scar, with almost every friend he’s ever made, and… you.

With you, though, the feeling is different- it runs so much deeper than anything that could be misconstrued as platonic.

If you asked Mumbo when he fell in love with you, he might say that a part of him has always been.

Or, alternatively, he might burst into flames on the spot.

Even before he really recognized how he felt about you for what it is(which is, spoiler alert, complete and total endearment), he was still noticeably… softer, perhaps, when it came to you.

You’d have to be looking for the signs of his budding crush to notice it, but the signs are definitely there.

Stopping in the middle of his sentences whenever you had to say something, never hesitating to offer his help even when he might’ve had to put his projects on hold- just little things like that.

Some part of him is always tuned into you, your needs, whatever you’re doing.

“Mumbo! Are you out here?” you called, trotting towards where the tall Hermit had made his base, a hill that overlooked the winding river that cut through where almost all of the players had decided to settle. It had taken a lot longer than it should’ve to get the thing constructed, what with Grian determined to wax all of his copper blocks to be a nuisance, but now it stood proudly silhouetted against the limpid blue sky.

The sound of voices grew as you approached, and you picked up your pace, your focus now locked onto the small hut that Mumbo had built next to the contraption that housed all of his wealth.

“Mumbo?” you asked, poking your head in through the door. Two figures greeted you on the other side, both Mumbo and Scar huddled over a table in the middle of the room. Mumbo was the first of them to react, trailing off in the middle of whatever he was saying as he made eye contact with you. Scar wasn’t far behind.

Realizing that you had probably interrupted something important, you cleared your throat, pointedly ignoring the slight heat that had risen in your cheeks. “Oh, were you two busy? I can leave, it wasn’t urgent-”

“No, no!” Mumbo said abruptly, one hand shooting out to stop you before you could slip back through the door. “It’s alright! I’m happy to help.”

He looked a little tired, with faint circles under his eyes and his usually neatly kept hair wild like he had been running his hands through it while he thought. His suit jacket was missing, too, baring his semi-rumpled button-up shirt, which had been carelessly rolled up at the elbows.

“Are you sure?” you murmured, your eyebrows ticking down into a soft scowl. You certainly didn’t want him to feel obligated to help you out when he really didn’t need to. He looked busy enough as-is.

“It’s fine.” he asserted again, more calm this time. His eyes were genuine and pleading, and you felt your hesitation fade even as he turned to look at Scar “You don’t mind waiting for a bit while we sort this out, yeah?

The brunette shrugged, his signature cheery smirk slowly spreading across his face. His green eyes, however, were sharp as they bounced between you and the dark-haired Redstoner. “I was going to have to go feed my Jellie cat pretty soon, I don’t mind putting our plans on hold.”

A hint of relief passed over Mumbo’s face. “That sound good. Now, uh, what did you need?”

“I really didn’t mean to intrude, but I was trying to build a stasis machine and I just realized that I’m out of ender pearls…”

Grinning somewhat sheepishly, you tugged on the straps of your armor. “Well, I suppose I was wondering if I could borrow some? I promise I’ll pay you back later, maybe with an IOU? If that sounds good?”

Mumbo laughed, a slightly breathless sound, and ushered you over. “I have a few in my inventory. And I’ll be taking you on that IOU, so you might want to start regretting it.”

Rolling your eyes, you accepted the pearls he handed you, thinking nothing of the way his hands lingered a little too long on yours.

“Yeah, yeah- just don’t get to used to the power trip, mustache man.”

You’re like the Earth, and he’s a satellite bound to your orbit- but one that’s completely oblivious to its ensnarement.

Hell, it took Grian point-blank telling Mumbo he had a crush for it to even begin to register, and the second that it clicks, well…

He’s in a bit of a Crisis™

On one hand, putting a name to how he felt about you was cathartic, leaving him feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

On the other- what the hell is he supposed to do now.

It’s not like he can just act normal, right? He’s just had this huge revelation, and he’s bound to act differently, and Oh Nox, what is you figure it out-

Despite his fears, Mumbo isn’t actually all that obvious.

Sure, he’s a little more nervous around you, more hesitant to try the casual touches that you had grown acclimated to over your friendship, but again, it’s nothing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it.

He finds himself staring at you all the time now, and not even just admiring how you look, no. One of his favorite pastimes is just watching the expressions flit across your face while you read a particularly good book, suppressing a quiet chuckle the more dramatic they are.

Mumbo just likes you, and he’s terrified about it.

Give him some time to work up the courage, but he’ll confess to you eventually.

He may be a patient man, but the sooner he can embrace you without having to worry if you can hear his thundering heartbeat through his skin, the better.

[mcytnoodles]

sorry to send another ask so soon but i’m rereading the first few chapters again because i just. man this fic is so good. hope you don’t mind the super long ask lol :p

chapter 1:

i love the detail of it being in death order when everyone joins the game. cleo dying first, then with a dialogue line separating her line from everyone else’s, bc she was the only hermit to permadie in ep 7. very clever i love it

the writing of ren’s internal panic/fear!! man!! i love the line “The fear in his body explodes, cold but not freezing him in place, and he readies himself to face a devil.” it’s so perfect for ren’s character and it makes me really anticipate what happens next, even though i’ve already read this!

i absolutely LOVE your characterization. usually in a fic like this, there’s always obvious favourites yk? (i’m guilty of this myself lol) but with this it seems like you’ve done everyone justice and everyone is written so so well

with the first descriptions of everyone, i am really really curious to see the effects of the new hybrid traits and how each character deals with it y’know

(i am also curious on where ren is getting all the blood he keeps dripping LOL

the switch to false’s pov is so great, i absolutely love seeing other hermit’s outside perspectives and suspicions of what could have possibly happens to the 8

just read the ending note and the fact that english isn’t your first language is absolutely astonishing!! all of the grammar and everything is so so well written!! congrats to you genuinely because that’s super impressive that’s so cool

chapter 2:

GOD starting with grian struggling to stay in touch with reality is just. chefs kiss

SCAR WITH THE FORCED SMILE. I LOVE THAT DETAIL. HES READY TO CHARM WHOEVER COMES IN

“Scar is still gripping his arm, blood dripping into his palms and it looks like it's supposed to be there.” oh MAN. banger line. i love it

(i’m sleepy so my commentary is gonna be a little less put-together now lol)

scar acting like everything is fine. i love denial

i love mumbo’s pov it’s so fun

the fact that they agree to sleep in shifts but fail anyways. i mean i don’t blame them they seem really tired

(got too tired to finish but i hope you don’t mind the commentary LMAO)

OH THIS IS SO FUN TO READ THANK YOU. feel free to do this again if you want to, I didn't know if I should answer this because I wanted to keep it in my ask box to look at-

Congrats on being the first reader to pick up on the death order thing as far as I know! I'm actually really proud of that detail :0) in the same chapter, the order X describes everyone was supposed to be the same order, but so many people ended up being described in pairs that it didn't really come through.

honestly, I've been hyperfixated on this series for so long I think everyone's my favorite now. they are all like blorbos to me. I am in severe emotional distress.

I just have feelings about 3rd life Ren with blood imagery okay?? sue me\lh

about my engilsh, autocorrect is saving me as we speak, I cannot spell to save my life I would be dead without @furrysmp's beta-ing and correcting all my errors every chapter, but I'm glad it's hard to tell!

scar and grian are. yeah. they are. very much are.

also, small personal headcanon as to why everyone is so tired that doesn't really come up in the fic, the time between servers didn't pass exactly the same, so the last day of 3rd life was a Friday, and everyone respawned back on a Tuesday, leaving their bodies to deal with a couple days long "empty" period. does that make sense? fuck if I know but it sounds like it does in my head.

GO TO SLEEP.

[writeawaythepain]

Writing Requests (OPEN)

Send me an ask with a request and if I have the time I’ll try and write it! Please be as detailed as you can so I know what to write!

You can request full fics, short one-shots, or headcannons.

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Rules:

- (x readers) or (character x character) no ocs please

- I’m sorry but I won’t write (x fem!readers) she/her pronouns make me uncomfy

- no nsfw (I’ll do suggestive but nothing full lemon)

- no x irl people (I write egos and mcyt as just characters)

- no self harm / toxic / p*do / extremely triggering content

- no pregnancy (normal or mpreg)

- no Giant/Tiny

- no Fetishes/Kinks

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Fandoms I write for: (will change often)

- Markiplier (Egos + WKM, Date, Heist, & Space 1/2)

- Hermitcraft / Life Series / Empires

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Characters: (they don’t HAVE to be on the list but-)

Markiplier Egos:

- Damien

- Actor!Mark

- Heist!Mark

- Engineer!Mark

- Date!Mark

- Noir!Mark

- Yancy

- Illinois

- Wilford ‘Motherlovin’ Warfstache

- Darkiplier

- Gunther

- Celci

- Abe

Hermitcraft / Life Series / Empires

-  Jimmy Solidarity

-  Mumbo Jumbo

- Grian

- Tango

- Joel / Smallishbeans 

- Bdubs

- Skizzleman 

- Etho

- Impulse

- Xisuma

- Wels

- Rendog

- In general there are too many to name honestly, I’ve got character profiles for a good lot of them so don’t be afraid to just ask!

[shepard-ram]

An Outside Perspective [Xisuma & Dsmp!Reader]

(P!Fluff? Hurt/comfort? Not really sure lol Request: Could I request a reader insert were the reader is causally talking about the wars and bloodshed they have seen on the dream smp to Grian or Xisuma?)

(After the Grian headcanons I'm so happy to be getting more hermitcraft requests! Tw. Talk of past war, violence, death etc. Also thank you dodo anon for some ideas.)

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Somehow you had managed to slip away from the Dream smp and found yourself in a much more peaceful server, Hermitcraft. Most of them knew vaguely of the wars that constantly held your home, but no one seemed to fully grasp what you had became so accustomed to. Not that you were trying to hide anything, it just never came up. Until you found yourself talking to a masked admin much kinder than your own.

You were helping Xisuma as he worked on a new tower in his base. You had been staying in the server for awhile now, and had hung around X since the start. At first it was because you thought getting on an admins good side would be a good strategic move, but now it was because you genuinely enjoyed his company.

At first it was unnerving how... not violent the hermits were. Even though you had grown used to how kind every one was, you still couldn't deny how intimidating some of the hermits looked. Including Xisuma's heavy armor and helmet that he never seemed to take off. You've been curious about it since the start, so you finally decided to ask.

"Hey X, can I ask you something?" Watching as he perked up at his name.

"Uh... sure!"

"Why do you never take off that helmet? I get if it's personal- I'm just curious."

"Oh- well at first it was a medical thing. Now I just wear it for comfort, especially since I have some scars I'd rather keep hidden." He added the last part in a slightly weaker voice.

"Oh I get that! I've got quite a few myself!" You rolled up your sleeve to show off the burn like scar that marred the skin running all up your left arm, ending just above your wrist. The mark was much darker than a normal burn would be, it was from a wither effect.

Even through his purple visor you could see Xisuma's eyes grow wide with what you assumed was concern.

"How in the world did you get that?" His tone confirmed that you were right about his expression.

"It's a long story, but back in the Dream smp I lived in this country called L'Manberg. After an election the first president and vice president were forced to leave. Eventually they and a few other of their allies tried to take it back- or destroy it I'm not entirely sure-" you told the war story in such a causal way it felt like you were reciting the plot of a show you had watched the other day. Not even paying attention as X's face worsened.

"Anyways, during that take over one of the old presidents allies spawned two withers as a show of strength. I got caught up in the blast zone, and... here we are!" You jestered to the blackened scar in pride.

"Really? How badly messed up were you?" The wither scar looked like the entire left side of your body was almost blown off, yet you seemed as bright and strong as anyone else.

"Oh I was knocked off my feet, but I just got up and ran! It takes a lot more than one missed blast to keep me down. After the day was out though I could barely move my arm, I still try to keep too much strain off it." You added casually rolling your sleeve back down.

"Was that the only battle you've been through?" He asked with what could only be described as worried hope.

"Oh not by a long shot!" If you had been looking you would have gotten a laugh at his face. "There was L'Manbergs war of Independence, died quite a few times there, Pogtopia vs. Manberg, that's where I got that scar- and Doomsday, god I thought two withers was excessive ha! If I could've known."

"What! You went through all that! You're only like, twenty, why would someone that young be put through all that" You realized just how horrified he was. Switching to a more somber tone.

"Oh I am not that young compared to some of the others." Watching as his face dropped you continued. "The vice president? That got exiled, Tommy. He's sixteen." You thought you might have broke the admin at that point. "Seemed Dream always had it out for the poor kid. I tried to help him as much as I could, but there's not much you can do against a tyrant god."

"I- I just-" you could see him trying to process everything you'd just spilled. He settled on resting his hand on your shoulder, "you know you can stay here as long as you want. Maybe even bring some of your friends for a little visit?" You weren't entirely sure if that was a question or a statement, but you answered with a sincere nod.

"Thank you."

"Of course, don't think about it." You both turned back to the half finished tower. Xisuma had some things to discuss with the others later, but that could wait for now.

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Grian and Reader being scared of a random bug in the house and fighting over who has to get rid of the bug. I’m thinking of it being like a couple arguing over something stupid but if you want it to be platonic it can be :P

(Grian x Reader Romantic?)

Love your works!

Oh void, I laughed out loud when I first read this. Thank you for the request! Sorry things have been a bit slow, I recently joined a Minecraft server and I kind of hyper-focused on that.

Not It!

c!Grian x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: When a bug gets in the house, neither you nor Grian wants to be the one to deal with it.

Warnings: Caps lock (one word), a bug, mentions of arson

“GRIAN!” Your terrified shriek echoed throughout the house, quickly followed by the pounding of footsteps.

Your partner slid around the corner on the hardwood flooring, spreading his arms and wings to balance. His eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him.

You were perched on the kitchen counter, holding onto the shelves to stay off the ground. Grian’s gaze shifted from you to what you were looking at, and he jumped.

On the ground was a large black beetle. It was just sitting there, antennae waving, but it had both of you climbing onto the counters to avoid any possibility of touching it.

Grian looked across the room at you, eyes wide. “How did it get in?” He stage-whispered, as if the beetle could understand the two of you.

“I don’t know! Get rid of it!” You flapped your hand in the air between him and the bug, gesturing towards the door.

You caught a quick look of panic before Grian smoothed down his feathers, putting on an air of nonchalance. “It’s not that bad, it’s just a beetle. You can deal with it.”

His casual facade was undermined by the fact that he was still holding onto the kitchen counter to stay off the floor.

You looked at the beetle. It scuttled across the floor, and you shuddered as you watched its movement. “If it’s not that bad, why don’t you get rid of it?”

“Because… I can’t. It goes against my beliefs.” Grian’s voice was weak; he was clearly making it up as he went along.

“Sure.” You looked down at the beetle again, shifting further up onto the counter. “Aren’t birds supposed to eat bugs or something? You can take care of it!”

Grian glanced at you with a slight glare. “I’m not entirely a bird! And I dealt with the last animals that got inside the house, you get this one!”

He had a point. He’d taken care of the chicken infestation from when Mumbo had returned a prank.

Sighing in resignation, you looked back to where the object of your argument sat. The beetle wasn’t there. You looked at Grian in terror. “We’re burning the house down.”

He was staring at you with wide eyes. At your words, he nodded. “I’ll get the lighter.”

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Could you do a Grian x Reader (Romantic if that’s alright) working together in Last Life and Grian being overprotective of the Reader? Sorry if this is hard to understand :P

Hello anon! Thanks for the request! The story was initially going to be a lot lighter but I may have accidentally made this yandere-ish. Not my initial intention, but if it works…

I’ve Always Got You

LL!Grian x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: Your partner is a tad overprotective when you join the Last Life server. Sometimes it’s warranted, but most of the time it’s just overbearing.

Warnings: Lack of communication between characters, shouting (but not caps), death, overprotective/overbearing behaviour, body horror (just in case).

Note: This is not the way you should deal with an overprotective partner in real life! Communicate with them, don’t bottle it up and explode!

When your partner announced he was starting the Last Life server, you were excited to join. You had just been a spectator for Third Life, and fell in love with the chaos and excitement of the games, and insisted to Grian that he let you participate in the new season.

When the number of lives was revealed, you and Grian both ended up with two lives. Grian was a bit more protective of you here than he’d ever been on Hermitcraft. At first it was kind of cute, but after a couple of sessions it was more annoying than anything.

This came to a head when Mumbo, still on his yellow life, tried to bring you some sugarcane that you’d requested. Grian practically drove him off, starting out passive aggressive but gradually dropping more obvious hints. After your friend left, you confronted your partner.

“Grian, it was just Mumbo!” By this point, you were beyond exasperated with your partner’s antics. “You need to calm down!”

Grian ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I know that it’s Mumbo, but we’re in a literal death game, if you’ve forgotten!” By this point he was nearly shouting. “He could have been the bogeyman! We can’t trust anybody!”

“Then why are you so intent on sticking with me? Since we started this stupid game you’ve done nothing but try to hide me away from the others!”

“Because I love you, and I want you to be safe! I want to always be there for you!” Grian sounded almost pleading as he tried to reveal his thoughts.

You hung your head. “And you have been. I don’t always need you there, though.”

Grian was speechless for a moment. “I know that, I just-”

You couldn’t take this argument anymore. “Just leave me alone!” You stormed off, barely able to see through the tears that welled up. You could hear Grian calling behind you but you ignored him. Muttering under your breath, you ducked into the forest, pushing branches out of your face to progress.

You marched through the dense woods for several minutes, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Grian as you could. Eventually you came to a clearing, where you stopped to breathe. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you sank to the ground.

You only had a few moments of reprieve, however, as you heard someone crashing through the bushes behind you. As you jumped to your feet, you spun toward the source of the sound. “Who’s there?”

“Y/N!” Grian’s voice sounded panicked. “Where are you?”

“I told you to go away!” The rustling of leaves stopped for a moment, before beginning again. A beat passed as that’s all you heard until Grian crashed into the clearing. His eyes lit up as they found your frame, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could, you growled at him. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand?” Whipping around, you stalked into the treeline. At least, you did for a few metres.

When you expected your foot to come down on the forest floor it went straight through the foliage. With the momentum you had going and the lack of attention you were paying, your other foot followed.

Your thoughts were abruptly cleared as you realised you were falling. Your grumbling turned into a gasp for air.

The pit you had fallen into was long, and looking down you saw a very obviously player-placed piece of dripstone.

Just before you hit, you heard a cry from above: “Y/N!” A flash of green and yellow appeared before your eyes and you were filled with a rush of energy. And then the impact came.

<Y/N was impaled on a stalagmite.>

You respawned back in your base, laying on your bed motionless. You blinked to clear your head, then sat up and turned on your communicator.

<Smajor1995: What happened?>

<Rendog: Boogey kill?>

<Grian: I think so, it seems like an intentional trap.>

<SmallishBeans: I’m cured!>

<LDShadowlady: Umm… Grian’s red?!>

<TangoTek: Grian what happened?>

<Rendog: You good G?>

<Grian: A sacrifice was made.>

You shook your head. Grian was so dramatic sometimes. You lifted yourself to your feet, debating whether it was worth it to go get your items. Eventually you came to the conclusion that you would probably want your things back, so you made your way out into the centre of the Southlands.

As you walked out to the gate, you noticed the other Southlanders giving you concerned looks. A couple of them started to walk toward you, but stopped when you walked past. You ignored them, hoping that you’d be able to retrieve your items before they despawned.

The path to the location of your death was not long, and it was easy to follow the path of broken branches that Grian left.

When you stumbled into the clearing near the trap, you saw Grian kneeling next to a chest as he poured his inventory into it. You watched for a moment, taking in the sight of your partner.

His skin had lost its lively colour and was now a dry, dull grey. The name above his head was a vibrant blood red, as was his signature sweater. From what little you could see of his hands, the nails were long, dark, and jagged at the ends. When he stood, he exhaled deeply before turning his head slowly in your direction.

His eyes were dark red and his expression was cold. When he made eye contact with you, however, his face softened and his lips curved into a smile. “Oh, it’s just you. I thought you were someone coming to take your stuff.”

You returned his smile. “Thank you for getting it for me. But-” You cut yourself off and took a deep breath. “Why did you give me your life?”

Grian shrugged. “I panicked. I didn’t want to lose you, and I didn’t see another way out of that situation.”

“You could have let me go to red.” That would have been the obvious option, right?

“No, I couldn’t.” Your partner reached out a hand, taking both of your own in his. His skin was dry, chapped, and cold against your hands. When did he get so close?

“I’ve always got you, y/n. I won’t let you die first.”