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mrsluigivargasHere’s another arbitrary category for you 🙂 I based this category on how exactly the fics were tagged, so if it doesn’t seem right, then that’s someone else’s problem, lmao.
A Beginner's Guide to Caring for Eldritch Entities by Gourmet
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Mumbo Jumbo & Grian
Horror, Canon Compliant, Angst and Humor, Hurt/Comfort
20,332 words | One-shot
"At the end of the day, he was fishing to avoid Mumbo. He still wanted to help. Of course he did! But in the days following their last conversation, every time he thought about getting up from the dock and walking over to check on Mumbo, he was seized with so much blind, unfocused panic, that he usually lost time to it. More than once he’d come to with his fishing rod broken in his hands and the sun in a completely different position than he last remembered seeing it.
Frankly, Grian couldn’t figure out what was happening to himself, much less to Mumbo."
AKA grian being a watcher is apparently the worst kept secret on the server. the best kept secret turns out to be whatever mumbo is.
alone at the edge of a universe (humming a tune) by thejanuscript
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, PearlescentMoon & GoodTimesWithScar, Mumbo Jumbo & GoodTimesWithScar
AU - Canon Divergence, Character Study, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence
3,333 words | One-shot
“She’s dead, Scar.”
Is she?
“You won.”
Has he, really?
—
Pearl’s body has been removed from the arena already, gone in a lightning strike. Scar is alone with the shaking of his limbs and the jitteriness of his heart.
There’s commotion around him, muffled by the layer between the overworld and the void.
Congratulations, laughter, and rowdy chatter from his friends. The people he killed. The people he watched die.
But Scar has won. He should be rejoicing—celebrating. He’s a victor for the first time ever.
And yet, above everything else, he is alone.
amber orange by Refling
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & TangoTek, Grian & Jimmy SolidarityGaming & PearlescentMoon, impulseSV & Skizzleman & TangoTek
AU - Fantasy + Magic, Light Angst, Happy Ending
27,006 words | 11 chapters
Tango is a fire spirit, who one day wakes up with the memory of being summoned. While the ritual went wrong, the magical tether remains, and so he decides to leave the spirit realm to look for his summoner... and see what the material world has in store for him.
Come Down and Cover Me by enkays_den
Teen And Up Audiences | M/M
impulseSV/Skizzleman
Cinderella AU, Fluff
10,727 words | One-shot
"What’s your name?”
Impulse shook the offered hand. “Uh, shouldn’t we be hiding our identities? Thought that was the point of a masquerade.”
The stranger smirked, sending Impulse’s pulse skyrocketing. “My name’s Skizz, you won’t be able to do shit with that information."
Counts of the Waltz by MatleenaMaddie
Teen And Up Audiences | M/M, Multi
BdoubleO100/EthoSlab/impulseSV, EthosLab & Joel SmallishBeans
Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friends to Lovers
37,178 words | 3 chapters
“Impulse says you’re hurt,” Bdubs tells him. That makes Etho react. He turns, looking at Bdubs.“Not angry?”
“He says you’re lashing out out of pain, not anger.”
“I didn’t know he was a psychologist.” His tone is biting. Bdubs hears it.
“Etho,” he scolds. And it’s just that. Just his name, and Etho feels ashamed and smaller. “He’s worried about you.”
Oh, screw Impulse and his perfect boyfriend attitude. Etho will punch him in the face next time he sees him.
“I know what’s happening, Ladders,” Bdubs continues, and Etho snorts, almost despite himself.
“Somehow, I very much doubt that.”
Because Bdubs is in tune with people’s feelings, and he is a very observant person, but Etho has loved him in silence for years, has spent all of this time by his side, and Bdubs has never said a thing.
So he feels perfectly allowed to be skeptical.
“You’re jealous,” Bdubs says, and Etho forgets how to breathe.
Etho is jealous of the growing bond between Bdubs and Impulse, right up until he isn't.
OR: Three idiots learn about polyamory and waltzing
Day 1 by Anonymous
General Audiences | Gen
EthosLab & Joel SmallishBeans
AU - Kindergarten & Pre-school, Fluff
465 words | One-shot
Kids Etho and Joel meet.
Day 42 by Anonymous
General Audiences | Gen
EthosLab & Joel SmallishBeans
AU - Kindergarten & Pre-school, Fluff
315 words | One-shot
They are kids again. No, it has nothing to do with Day 1.
Day 64 by Anonymous
General Audiences | Gen, M/M
EthosLab & Joel SmallishBeans
1,740 words | One-shot
Etho learns to live with Joel's casual physical affection.
Dive by SugarsweetRomantic
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
BdoubleO100 & EthosLab & GoodTimesWithScar & ZombieCleo
Hurt/Comfort
345 words | One-shot
The first thunderstorm back on Hermitcraft comes along, and Cleo protects her family.
And their family protects them too.
exposure therapy by vexcraft
General Audiences | Gen
cubfan135 & GeminiTay
Comfort
1262 words | One-shot
Gem dies to a vex. Surely that won't have any consequences.
Feathers and Flares by Amethystfairy1
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen, M/M
EthosLab/Docm77, Grian & Jimmy SolidarityGaming & PearlescentMoon & TangoTek, BdoubleO100 & ZombieCleo
AU - Mutants, Fluff and Angst, Kid Fic
15,646 words | 6 chapters
As far as trust went, the pendulum seemed to swing wildly with their oddball family. Some days, they’d be clamoring for attention; other days, they’d hide away in their room. After they’d begun school with Cleo, things had started to settle. Or, well, settle being the operative term. Pearl still occasionally would kick or punch at them on instinct when they came up behind her. Grian would be eager for attention one day and jumping at shadows the next. Jimmy, well, he seemed to be the most distressed on the regular. Timid, awkward, quiet...and with a chronic case of bad luck. Then Tango would arrive, without much warning, all flames and claws and poor, needy kid desperate for some kind of reassurance.
Sometime, well...it was just hard to tell if they were doing anything right. Thankfully, the little ones each had their owns ways of letting them know they were doing just fine.
(Five times Doc and Etho take care of their kids, and one time their kids take care of them)
{In which Doc and Etho don't have an under-city parenting manual, Pearl is the easy child, Grian gets a paint job, Jimmy just needs a little encouragement, and Tango still doesn't know what's going on.}
Forever returning, but for once not alone by SunGlooow
General Audiences | Gen
Jimmy SolidarityGaming & Lizzie LDShadowLady & GoodTimesWithScar
Hurt/Comfort, AU - Canon Divergence, Fluff
3,367 words | One-shot
Scar has been dragged back to the sunflower fields once again. But the Bamboozlers were meant to stay together, not be separated, so the silence that once filled the environment is now broken.
hello, my old heart, how have you been? by midnasun
General Audiences | Major Character Death | Gen
BDoubleO100 & ZombieCleo
Mild Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning
2,170 words | One-shot
bdubs realizes that maybe he’s not over third life as much as he hoped he was
(or
the classic “nightmare hurt/comfort” fic that exists for every duo ever)
How to Be Home by happy_hermit
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Mumbo Jumbo & Grian & GoodTimesWithScar
Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort
28,315 words | 12 of 16 chapters
When his blurred vision came into focus, all he could see was Grian. The avian was sitting on top of him, pinning him to the floor with sharp, taloned fingers and glaring down at him with dangerous eyes, wings arched high above him, brushing the ceiling. A low, rumbling snarl was building in his friend's throat, and though he was looking at him — very intensely, he might add — he got the feeling he wasn’t actually seeing him.
Mumbo’s heart raced in his chest, in his throat, everywhere, as he stared back up at Grian with wide eyes, suddenly afraid to even blink. From behind, a broken shard of glass was placed delicately at his throat, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Scar, kneeling down next to him with an uncharacteristically blank look on his face. Neither of them seemed to register where they were, or who he was. A bead of sweat dripped from his hairline to his jaw.
He would respawn, if he died. But Grian and Scar were looking at him like they didn’t know that. Not right now, anyway.
Or,
Eight Hermits go missing for eight weeks. They don't quite come back the same.
[Desert Duo & Mumbo-centric]
i caught a little word of something you said (now i can’t let little prose come out of my head) by pixel_the_alien
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
PearlescentMoon & TangoTek
1,282 words | One-shot
“Thank you for being kind to me.”
The words come out of absolutely nowhere. Tango and Pearl had been having a normal conversation for the last fifteen minutes, laughing about some obscure redstone mechanic that threw a hundred wrenches into Tango’s Decked Out plans. It had been nice – healing, even – to have a conversation that had nothing to do with The Events That No One Is Willing to Mention At the Present Moment. Pearl isn’t sure why she’s bringing it up now.
Tango isn’t either, for that matter. “Uh… you’re welcome?” He studies Pearl’s expression quizzically. “For what, may I ask?”
“For…” Pearl fidgets with the cuffs of her sweatshirt. “Y’know. For not immediately trying to kill me. And for not siding with him.”
or: After Double Life, Pearl can’t help but hold onto the tiniest acts of kindness. Tango isn’t expecting her to remember them.
"I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself" by Amethystfairy1
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Mumbo Jumbo & Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, GeminiTay & PearlescentMoon
AU - Fantasy + Slavery, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship
17,937 words | 5 chapters
Grian supposed his new masters were good people.
Every time he pushed a fraction further, fully prepared to be forcefully corrected in such blatant assumption…punishment would never come. Sure, he hadn't preened properly since he'd been at that hybrid market, to the point where he still had dirt caught beneath some of his primaries from the crash-landing he'd made in the yard about a month ago. Scar and Mumbo weren't bringing up the issue, he doubted they knew the intricacies of caring for an avian, and they hadn't noticed, considering how hard he'd worked to suppress his discomfort.
He didn't want to risk bothering them. He enjoyed his morning flights, his comfy nest, his warm red sweater, and no matter how hard he tried to believe they wouldn't take it for him, he still couldn't bear to be a nuisance. After all, his wings had been itching the entire time, but the sunrise had been beautiful.
{In which Grian ignores his health, but what else is new, Mumbo is rather the unhelpful mercenary guild member, Gem needs a stiff drink, Pearl needs it more, and someone really does need to publish an avian care manual.}
"I thought I was getting better" by Amethystfairy1
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Mumbo Jumbo & Grian & GoodTimesWithScar
AU - Fantasy + Slavery + Magic + Thieves, Fluff and Angst, Whump
6,284 words | One-shot
Grian had thought for the longest time that it’d never be his turn to get lucky.
Now that he's here with Scar and Mumbo, he's trying his best to take things at face value. It's difficult, he'd spent his entire life being conditioned for so much worse, and he'd certainly experienced those pains with other masters. Slowly, though, he's letting his lists and rules fade away. Bending them further, and further, and seeing that Scar and Mumbo are everything they promised they'd be.
That doesn't mean there won't be setbacks. He still struggles to admit to them when something is an issue, and their nonexistent knowledge about avians is sometimes inconvenient in that regard. Mumbo seems to grasp that quite well. But it'll be ok.
Sometimes, you have to take one step back to take two steps forward. Or something like that.
{In which Scar is overprotective of his little birdie, Mumbo vows to buy a book on avian rules and culture the instant they arrive in the next city, and Grian learns to fly just for the fun of it.}
joel commits a hit and run by Raichett
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Grian & Joel SmallishBeans
Crack
880 words | One-shot
The window rolls down. “Hey, Grian,” says Joel, grinning.
—
Or: during the Watchers' debriefing after the end of Wild Life, Grian gets himself an unexpected - though certainly not unwelcome - ride home.
just a bad dream by Lipazan
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
BdoubleO100 & EthosLab
Canon Typical Violence, AU - Daemons
866 words | One-shot
He tries to reassure himself that it was just a dream. That Bdubs and Lulu are perfectly capable. That nothing could hurt them to that extent on Hermitcraft. But the images bounce around his head incessantly.
Etho growls, spinning back towards his room. Surely Bdubs wouldn’t mind if he dropped by.
Light of my Life by Amethystfairy1
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
BdoubleO100 & ZombieCleo
AU - Mutants, Found Family, Fluff
9,816 words | 3 chapters
Cleo hadn't exactly had it easy, growing up, but then, no one in the under-city ever did. Shifting eyes and fleeting ideals, when she'd been taken in by the wardship program of the labs, she'd only gone with them for the promise of a decent meal. Mistake, that had been. And she hadn’t thought, as she’d been struggling all that time ago, that she’d ever serve for much of a parental figure. Love had been a foreign concept, and the attitude had always been to save yourself and let the world burn behind you. Steal or get stolen from. Leave or get left. Stab or get stabbed. It was all so commonplace it was practically printed in the metaphorical rulebook.
What a complete coin flip those few days had been for them.
From a desire to do anything for their own survival, to an acceptance of a sorry, ignominious fate, to being willing to toss it all away for the sake of a single precious little light.
{In which Cleo finds their strength, Bdubs finds his family, monsters find their hiding place, trash heaps make for great landing pads, and night lights do a lot more than just ward off the dark.}
little things by hattrem
General Audiences | Gen
BdoubleO100 & Mumbo Jumbo & Joel SmallishBeans & PearlescentMoon
Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
9,133 words | One-shot
Bdubs just stared at the thing—not a thing, a monument. An intricate creation in a carefully constructed temple. It had everything from before; the four mounds, Joel’s helter-skelter and Ferris wheel, the worst house to ever exist with a globe sitting on top, and the eye-sore of a tower Mumbo and Pearl had put together. And to top it all off, there were four little miniature figures with sticks for limbs, standing in a circle as they had at the start of each week.
Or: Joel brings fragments of the Life Series into Hermitcraft. For better or worse.
Memories Are Only Haunted When More Cannot Be Made by Mirasol_Raven
Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
impulseSV, Skizzleman, TangoTek, Ethoslab
Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Found Family, AU - Fantasy
28,021 words | 8 chapters
“What if we go North?” Impulse phrased it like a question, but even if Skizz said no, he might still go. He would hate to leave his friend, but he’d hate to stay here even more. “What if we just left?”
Skizz was uncharacteristically quiet. He picked at the hole in his pants that had slowly been getting bigger and bigger over the past few years. Soon, his entire knee would be visible through the gap. Zedaph had been the one to put the hole there. He’d felt so guilty about it and Skizz had felt worse about his friend’s guilt than the hole in his only good pair of pants. Now Impulse caught him staring at that gaping wound in the fabric more and more often. Skizz looked up at him, his mouth set in a grim line and his eyes lit up in determination, “When do we leave?”
Or, when their friends disappear under mysterious circumstances, Team TIES must work together together in order to bring the people they love home.
Pesky Birds by Amethystfairy1
Not Rated | M/M
EthosLab/Docm77, Grian & Jimmy SolidarityGaming & PearlescentMoon
AU - Mutants, Found Family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
17,099 words | 6 chapters
The depths were always the loudest places.
To Etho, with his fox ears, it was always the hiss and grind of machinery, the buzz of electric lights, and the hum of redstone circuitry. This was the place he'd found his strengths, though, connections that now spanned all the under-city. He's walking back from checking in on one of his depots when he notices a chip in the wall. And isn't it strange?
How so much has changed, and so many years have gone by...and yet when he peers down the narrow alleyway, it looks exactly the same as it did that day. Like a snapshot frozen in time. From twenty years ago, when he'd seen colorful feathers and faces hardened to the hurt of a world he was far too familiar with...to the point where perhaps they were already broken.
But if he left them there, then he'd be admitting he'd shattered as well, and that was the last thing he could bear to allow as the truth. And if it wasn't true for him, then it wouldn't be for these kids, either.
{In which Etho picks up some strays, Doc is not ready to be a father, the avian trio is weighing skepticism against pancakes, and all of them broke a long time ago...together though, maybe they can pull together something new.}
rose-gold stained fingers by ireallyliketalldarksultrymen
General Audiences | Gen
Mumbo Jumbo & Lizzie LDShadowLady
Fluff, Comfort No Hurt
775 words | One-shot
Joel didn’t exaggerate when he told him her bedroom was pink—in fact, he downplayed it. The walls, the drapes, the lamp, they were shades from chewed bubblegum to carnations. The latter so happened to rest in a rose pink clay pot on the windowsill.
There are few contrasts to the rest of the room; stood inches from her dresser was a bookshelf, which barely held novels. Sea shells and rocks painted in their own ways sat on the ledge, detailed in acrylic paints. Vinyl records lined the remaining shelves in a rainbow gradient, dark reds bleeding into deeper violets. Mumbo makes a mental note to ask her about her favorite artist.
(OR: lizzie and mumbo being friends because they're a severely underrated duo)
Say Hi, Intrepid Heroes! by Intrawebs
General Audiences | Gen
BdoubleO100 & impulseSV & TangoTek & Skizzleman
AU - Fantasy + Dungeons & Dragons, Fluff
759 words | One-shot
Tango didn't know how adventuring parties operated before he joined one. He definitely didn't expect it to be so warm and loving, not that he's complaining.
Scarred (but not beyond recognition) by kaslynwrites
General Audiences | Gen
Grian & GoodTimesWithScar
Happy Ending, Fluff, Light Angst
1,826 words | One-shot
The avian looks at him again, seemingly registering all the scars for the first time. He wouldn’t have seen them when he first came out—the nearest light hung over the door, which was a good 10 feet away—but the avian’s eyes have surely adjusted by now, leaving him fully exposed.
The man wonders how he’ll react. All of the players he’s met so far have had some sort of reaction; whether it be horror, sympathy, confusion—even disgust.
But the avian has no reaction. He simply takes in the scars and accepts them along with the man, as if they are one. The scars are him, and he is the scars. They make him who he is. He makes them what they are.
It feels nice, he thinks: to be accepted without a second thought.
Or, Scar has been alone for 12 years, and he doesn’t know his name.
Until he meets Grian. And then he does.
slice of strawberry-flavored life by nixiesticks
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen, M/M
BdoubleO100/impulseSV, Grian/GoodTimesWithScar, GeminiTay & impulseSV & PearlescentMoon
AU - Animal Crossing: Happy Home Designer, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Comedy, Domestic Fluff
6,769 words | One-shot
Another day, another job — this particular day is cold, a little stormy. Impulse and Bdubs stand side-by-side in the sand, hands on their hips, staring at a house that looks like the next burst of wind might topple it right over.
“Oh, this thing.” Bdubs stares. “This thing is — no way. No freakin’ way, Impulse, we are not doing this. We’re gonna get sued.”
“We’re not gonna get sued.” Impulse flicks him — flicks him! The audacity! — on the temple, then continues trudging on up the sandy property toward the stairs. “Companies like ours do renos all the time, Bdubs. We’ve done renos. Come on — let’s get a better look at the property.”
Snails by Emberdragon34
General Audiences | Gen
Hermitcraft Ensemble
Comedy
1,184 words | One-shot
Grian decided to let the non-lifer hermits have their own snails too.
stand at my grave, you quiver like a sea-fish by Anonymous
General Audiences | Gen
EthosLab & ZombieCleo
Introspection
1,726 words | One-shot
cleo specializes in minute work and gradual changes. it’s easy, then, to become a little bigger than herself. a change of tone here, a rumor they let fly there, and the emperor has clothes.
THE BIOCURIOSITY FILES by glossyblue
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen, M/M, Multi
BdoubleO100, Etho, ImpulseSV, ZombieCleo, TangoTek, Mumbo Jumbo
Happy Ending
8,599 words | One-shot
Ether Object: Moss, huh?
b-00: Yeah. I’m scientifically fascinating.
Ether Object: Aren’t we all?
b-00: I’ve had three papers written about me. They keep taking more pictures. Who can blame them, though, you know? I’m gorgeous.
Ether Object: Uh-huh. You’re gonna end up in your own Category Three containment, buddy.
b-00: They’ll never do that to me. I’m everyone’s favorite.
Or: Etho’s been in this laboratory too many years to count. Tango's been trapped and drained of his fire powers, and Cleo’s slowly going mad in isolation. The cell walls are thick and the scientists are prepared for every trick and escape attempt—but nobody was prepared for Bdubs.
The King's Hands by rainyinautumn
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
Martyn InTheLittleWood & Rendog & BdoubleO100
Angst
5,978 words | One-shot
Grian glances between the two of them, brow furrowed in something that’s almost recognition. “Martyn?”
“He’s from 3rd Life,” Ren tells him. “The first game, remember?”
“That’s the- the- the-” Bdubs snaps his fingers repeatedly, like that’ll help him jog his memory. “The one with the Crastle!”
“He was your Hand,” Grian realizes.
“I am his Hand,” Martyn snaps.
“Hey, I’m his Hand!” Bdubs retorts. “Or, well, I- I was! Until a few hours ago!”
–Or:
Ren has been king twice. He's also had two Hands.
they can still be friends by Bee_4
General Audiences | Major Character Death | Gen
Grian & Mumbo Jumbo
Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Friendship
1,160 words | One-shot
Shortly after the events of Last Life, Mumbo, on Hermitcraft, notices that Grian is acting strangely.
things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember) by Moonsetvoid
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, impulseSV & GoodTimesWithScar
Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending
10,561 words | One-shot
Scar can’t answer, too busy trying to control his breathing. It was Grian who had helped him build their home in the desert. It was Grian who had chosen to stay by his side, even after he didn’t have to anymore. It was Grian who had sat on the mountain with him, pointing out the stars and naming them.
It was Grian who had looked at him when they were the only two left, and had said there had to be a winner. It was Grian who had led him back to their mountain, hand in hand, and beat him to death in the shifting sands.
Grian remembered none of it.
OR,The prize of the victor is to forget what they had to do to win. This causes problems for Scar, who has developed a fear of Grian and can’t tell him why.
Time to Say Goodbye by Lockoutkey
Teen And Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Gen
EthosLab, BdoubleO100
Angst
1,711 words | One-shot
Bdubs always loved mountains. He had built an entire mountain himself. Etho preferred caves. They were hidden and easy for enemies to get lost in. He had spent so long working on one in his own world not living in one felt wrong. But Bdubs loved the mountains, but there Etho would let him rest. He dug a hole right in front of a spruce tree. How it hadn’t been cut or burned yet he didn’t know. Bdubs would like it here where it overlooked the forest and destroyed buildings. He could see their base if he looked hard enough. Yeah, Bdubs would like it here.
Etho sat in front of the empty grave, putting off the inevitable. He knew he would have to lay Bdubs down, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to keep doing the command until his hand cramped and he couldn’t move to type anymore. The sun was close to rising and he had a cave to get back to.
“Come on buddy.” Etho murmured against his hood. “You can go to sleep. It’s safe.”
To Be Haunted by Vivid_Comet
Series | Teen And Up Audiences, Mature | Gen
Grian & GeminiTay & impulseSV & GoodTimesWithScar & Skizzleman
Hurt/Comfort, Angst, AU - Phasmophobia Setting + Ghosts, Team Dynamics, Found Family, Fluff
73,333 words | 6 works
Grian and Scar have joined Hermitcraft Paranormal Investigations, and they're in a crew with Skizz and Impulse. It took a long time to get here, and there's a long way to go, but they've made it further than they expected, and that's what matters.
Or, a GIGS (eventually GIGGS) Phasmophobia AU where everyone is hurting in some way, but they're all there for each other. Oh, and there are ghosts.
Troubled seas by ThatOtherStar
General Audiences | Gen
Grian & PearlescentMoon, Grian & GeminiTay
Grief/Mourning
3,057 words | One-shot
Eventually, he can’t help but sneak a look at her, and then he can’t stop. It was all a game back then, and he had the blessing of knowing it. Still, however, it had burned when she died. As Grian follows the line of her nose to her blue eyes, he can’t help but deflate a little in relief. Pearl is alive and breathing and well.
“It’s good to see you,” he finally cracks out, because he knows he has to if he wants to sleep without regret tonight.
“It’s good to be home,” she replies.
They stand there together, just staring and breathing. It’s a luxury they haven’t had in a long, long time, and they enjoy it to the fullest.
“Gem won’t remember, you know.”
Closing his eyes, Grian sucks in a breath.
-
Or, Grian thinks he knows how to handle grieving a world lost to everyone except its victors. He is, of course, wrong.
Trust by flowersarepoisonous
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
PearlescentMoon & BigB
Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort
1,040 words | One-shot
“Do you trust me?” BigB’s voice startled Pearl so much she nearly fell off their tower. She looked over at him, on the other side of the tower, cobblestone in hand. Why was he asking? What was this about?
“Well, why wouldn’t I? You’re my Day 1 Ally,” Pearl said, without thinking. She didn't miss the way BigB flinched at her words.
Oh. So that’s why he was asking her.
Or, Pearl and BigB talk.
Various Ways to Victory by schneefink
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Pearlescentmoon & Goodtimeswithscar
1,878 words | One-shot
"You let me win, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Pearl said immediately.
Pearl and Scar talk about their final fight in Secret Life and about their respective victories.
when I roll over and the empty sky is perfect by Ten_of_Swords
General Audiences | Gen, M/M
Martyn InTheLittleWood/Rendog, Martyn InTheLittleWood & Hermitcraft Ensemble
2,939 words | One-shot
The mooshroom island was quiet. Martyn had never been on a mooshroom island, or at least not in a proper while. The lack of hostile mobs on the island was more uncomfortable than he thought it would be, and the first few nights he absolutely could not sleep. Ren held him in his arms in the twin sized bed by the Nether portal, and Martyn stared at the pulsating purple light.
One night, a few weeks in, Ren had fallen asleep slumped against a chest in the office of GigaLogs. Zombies groaned outside the sawmill and Martyn took a diamond axe from Ren’s gear and wandered out into the courtyard. He swung the axe into legions of undead, the axe that didn’t even have Sharpness I or II, and it didn’t fix anything.
-- –
After 3rd Life, Martyn ends up on Hermitcraft 9.
When Your Closed-Off, Idiot Friend Has A High Fever And He Tells You He Appreciates You by AceDasi
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
GeminiTay & Joel SmallishBeans, Grian & GeminiTay, Grian & Joel SmallishBeans
Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friendship, Sickfic
1,509 words | One-shot
>MumboJumbo was killed by SmallishBeans
Death messages were pretty common in Hermitcraft. Players killing others also wasn’t that rare, but the dead party was never confused. Which is why Gem’s curiosity was piqued when Mumbo responded to his death with a series of eloquent responses
>MumboJumbo: ????
>MumboJumbo: that wasn’t very nice :{(
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Joel is sick and thinks he's still in Wild Life. Gem has to drag him to bed
You Cannot Hide The Light Within by VioletDrafts (Glyphthedragon)
Mature | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Gen
impulseSV & Skizzleman
AU - Superheroes/Superpowers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
27,109 words | 6 chapters
In a world still adjusting to the presence of super-powered individuals, healers are rare enough to be practically unheard of, and universally hunted for their valuable powers. Skizz has spent a long time hiding his abilities, but a chance encounter leads him to reconsider whether his safety or the protection of others is more important to him. Taking up the mantle of a vigilante, Skizz dives head-first into the tumultuous landscape of villains and heroes with one goal - heal those in need, no matter what.