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i-do-the-writing-thing · 8 months ago

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Xisuma is sitting in his base, accompanied by Grian, who is currently straddling him.

“You said you wanted to see me Mr. X?” The avian asked him.

“Yes, a- and, to start off, I wanted to say that you are the person I trust the most on this server.” Grian was confused at this statement.

“Are you ok?” Grian asked his partner.

“Yes, I- I just wanted to show you something.” As he said that, Xisuma pressed a button on his helmet, causing it go away. Leaving himself and the avian, face to face.

Xisuma was a tall man, who had glowing black eyes, with white swirling pupils. His hair was white, with flecks of yellow, light blue, and magenta, scattered within, and it appeared to flow like it was underwater, but with a soupy appearance.

“Oh… well, you’re very pretty.”

The sudden compliment from Grian caused the voidwalker to blush. He wasn’t expecting that, Grian was the second person to see his face, the first being the old admin, who was the one to give Xisuma his suit.

“I- I am?”

“Very.” The avian reassured him.

“Y’know, you’re the second person to see my face, the old admin was the first. He gave me my suit.” The voidwalker confessed, not knowing how to respond to the compliment.

“Really? I thought you just spawned in with it on.” Grian said in a joking tone.

“Haha, very funny.” Xisuma joked back.

“Can I feel your hair?” As the question was asked, some of Xisuma’s hair flowed into his face.

“If it keeps it out of my face heh.”

Grian took the opportunity to run his claws through the voidwalker’s hair.

“It feels soupy. Very strange, but not in a bad way!”

“Thanks…” Xisuma muttered sheepishly, as he did, another bit of his hair flew into his face. Xisuma grumbled a bit at it, but continued to let Grian play with his hair.

“Oh, wait!” Grian pulled his hands back and took a hair-tie out of his inventory.

“Can I put your hair up? It’ll keep it out of your face! Please, Pearl never lets me do her hair anymore!” Grian begged the voidwalker.

“U- um… sure” Xisuma gave the conformation and the avian set to work.

Soon enough, Xisuma’s hair was tied up and out of his face.

“Huh, it’s staying up surprisingly well.” The voidwalker remarked.

“U- um… there is one more thing I needed you for…”

“Oh? You didn’t just need me to tie up your hair, hehehe.” Grian joked, but was very curious about the other reason.

“Can… can I kiss you?”

“Oh. Well, of course you can!”

Grian was caught off guard by this question, the two had never kissed before, Grian wasn’t even sure that Xisuma had kissed anyone before. And he was more than willing to kiss his boyfriend, though he was going to take it slow, and make sure the voidwalker was comfortable.

Xisuma placed his hands on the avians face, one on each cheek, and brought them closer. After a small moment, he closed the gap between them. It was sweet, and Grian’s lips were soft. Like the inside of a freshly baked biscuit. The kiss lasted a while, before the had to pull back for air.

“You’re a good kisser, you know?”

“Am I? Um, that’s actually my first kiss, heh…” Xisuma confessed.

“Is it? Well, you did a good job!” The avian sought to reassure his partner. And by the look on Xisuma’s face, Grian assumed he succeeded.

“Thanks… um, can I have another?”

Grian, happy to oblige, gave the voidwalker another kiss. Just as sweet as the first.

“Is that all or do you want some more?” The avian teased Xisuma when they pulled apart.

“I would actually love some more thank you…. But, um… maby, more… passionate?”

“I can do that honey.” Grian wrapped his arms around Xisuma’s neck, the voidwalker’s hands still placed on his cheeks. Blushing deeply, the voidwalker pulled them together again, Grian’s tongue slipping easily into the others mouth. After a moment they pulled back from each other.

“Heh… you’re good at this.” Xisuma told the avian. Who responded with a compliment of his own.

“So are you pretty boy.”

Xisuma blushed deeper. The compliments only making him fall for the avian further, even though they’re dating.

The rest of the night passed peacefully, with many more kisses and compliments being exchanged between the two.

#xisuma #grian #grisuma #hermitshipping

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grianshipstournament · 9 months ago

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Grian/Impulse or Grian/Xisuma

winners bracket round 1

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #grimpulse #grisuma #winners bracket #prev poll

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siriannatan · 2 years ago

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“You’ve worn those clothes for the last week, you’ve got to change.” “You just want to see me naked, don’t you?” - Grisuma

I felt this urge to write some Grisuma so I did

As with the whole series, the prompt was found over on deity-prompts

AO3

Four seasons. Grian's been part of Hermitcraft for four whole seasons. And has never seen Xisuma's face. He's heard multiple hermits - Doc, Ren, Jevin, even Scar and Mumbo call their admin handsome but could never confirm it for himself. No amount of bugging, pestering and general mischief got X out of his dumb helmet. The only time, it'd seem, he changed was between seasons or bigger updates. Never when Grian was borderline stalking him out of boredom.

But, finally, in his fourth season, Grian came up with an excellent idea. He just needed to catch X asleep, which wasn't easy but Grian could be patient if he wanted to and after a whole week managed to catch X snoozing in his storage area and... Drew a funny face on his visor with a permanent marker. And barely managed to escape before X woke up and just went about his day as if there was nothing on his visor... Did he not use it to see?

Anyway, Grian followed the admin the whole day and no one. Absolutely no one pointed out the winking cat face on X's visor. No one. Doc did chuckle a bit but said nothing. Keralis was Keralis so it was unclear if his giggling was that or the drawing. Cleo just straight-out ignored it and didn't react at all.

By the evening time Grian was fed up and just marched into X's base. “You’ve worn those clothes for the last week, you’ve got to change. Staying in this thing all the time can't be good for you," he announced, marching in with all the confidence and annoyance he had in him.

X tilted his head and... reached up to his helmet as Grian tapped his foot on the ground. "You just want to see me naked, don’t you?" X chuckled and pulled his helmet off.

To say Grian was stunned would be an understatement. Long white hair tied into a messy bun with quite a bit of it just hanging around X's face. Dark, fluffy-feathery long and pointy ears twitched as X inspected his helmet's visor. But Grian was not really paying attention to that. What got him frozen were all the scars on X's face. He wanted to run his fingers along the dark marks he easily recognised as left by his own kind... Not that he was proud of being one or ever said anything. But that also helped him recognise what X was under his suit. A voidwalker. He thought they were gone long before the EVO disaster yet here was X...

"Grian? What happened to my visor?" X asked, levelling Grian with a stern glare of dark purple eyes.

"No idea," Grian lied with a wide grin. "But it looks cute... I should go..." he added and was about to leave before X grabbed his arm. "X?"

"It's late, I'm not letting you fly all the way to your boulder after all the trouble you went through to get my helmet off," X's voice was more and more amused. And made Grian want to curl up into a ball and hide in his wings.

"You knew?" he whined as X pulled him along to wherever his bed was hiding.

"All along, and I agree, the drawing is cute," X admitted with a grin that had Grian blushing.

Everyone was right, Xisuma was darn handsome under his helmet and maybe it was good he kept it on during their little exchange with Empires guys. And suspiciously cuddly in his sleep and damn hard to get away from.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #grisuma #grian #xisumavoid

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rosenight143 · 2 years ago

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Grian is a watcher he was forced to be one, like his sister Pearl, they were able to get away and found themselves in hermitcraft.

xisuma let the two stays on hermitcraft and that leads to Grian and xisuma becoming super close, when season 6 was ending Grian tells xisuma his feelings, and xisuma just takes his helmet off his head and kiss Grian deeply. they started dating after that, but they didn't know that the watchers saw the whole thing.

around season 8 all the hermits where in a meeting at spawn. it was normal that was until watcher magic wrapped around xisuma and lifted him up in the air, "xisuma!" all the hermits yelled as 4 watchers appeared out of know where. "Why hello there" the watcher holding xisuma with her magic says to the other hermits.

"It seems you all have two of our runaways, so let's make a deal hand over the two who call then selves Grian and pearl if you don't, we will turn your beloved admin into one of us" the watcher says with a grin on her face.

xisuma tries to get free or use his voidwalker magic to teleport away from them, but nothing was working. "Now, now little voidwalker, if you try using your powers you will just make the magic holding you get tighter" the watcher says and all the hermits and xisuma froze, since no one besides the hermits knew about him being a voidwalker.

xisuma was the last of his kind, well there was his twin brother, but no one has seen him in years, but due to xisuma being the last one the hermits refused to talk about it outside the server or outside their bases, so the fact they knew what xisuma was when they made sure no one knew scared them all.

" hahaha, oh isn't this funny, us watchers can tell just by looking at someone if they are a voidwalker or not, since we killed them all when we destroyed evo, but it seems this one must have played dead or something if he is still alive but that doesn't matter, our deal still stands, pearl and Grian will come with us or we turn your admin into the very thing that killed his whole kind" the watcher snapped her fingers and xisumas helmet falls apart in seconds and a watchers mask appears in front of him.

" Let xisuma go! he has nothing to do with the fighting me and my sister have with you!" Grian yells his wings flaring out to show his anger "he is involved the moment you told him you had feelings for him xelqua, if you didn't want to involve your lover in this then you should have kept your mouth shut" the watcher said and the other 3 watchers land Infront of the portal to the hub so they can't leave.

Grian clenched his hands into fist and his eyes started to glow purple, his red, blue, green and yellow feathers turning purple, a purple halo appears around his head, and he grows taller than doc "I said let him go!" Grian's yell shock the ground and xisuma looks at Grian with wide eyes.

Grian flies at top speed at xisuma when he saw the mask slowly making it way to xisuma's face, Grian grabs the mask and xisuma.

Grian holds x close to him and drops the mask to the ground and smashes it with his foot, he then looks that the other watchers with so much anger the other hermits just froze in place when seeing it. xisuma was a blushing mess in Grian's arms.

pearl turns into her watcher form and attacks them.

after dealing with the watchers Grian does turn normal but not his Hight so he can keep xisuma in his arms since he is now having trouble breathing without his helmet "doc we need end air now!" Grian yells as he puts a hand over xisuma's chest and using his watcher magic to help him breath.

doc runs over and puts a breathing mask on xisuma, once it was on him xisuma gasps for air and his hand shoots up to Grian's hand that is on his chest " hey it is ok x i got you" Grian kiss xisuma on the forehead and xisuma calms down a little and his breathing goes back to normal.

after that xisuma wasn't able to leave his base without the breathing mask since doc is taking forever to fix his helmet and Grian refuses to leave xisumas side at all anymore. but it is fine xisuma was safe and not a watcher so he will live.

#grisuma #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #grian tag #xisuma tag #grian x xisuma #watcher grian #watcher pearl #voidwolker xisuma

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hanahaki-disease · 2 years ago

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Haven't I Given Enough?

Hermit! Tommy DSMP x Hermicraft Crossover Fic

Chapter 4 | Living The Good Life

Summary: The grass was truly greener on the other side, it was soft and warm, and full of light. How could Tommy ever want to leave this haven of prosperity?

Word Count: 2391

Notes: Song Title is from "The Good Life" by Hannah Montana. I thought it'd be funny to use a Hannah Montana song as a chapter title, so here it is.

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“Moning,” Stress smiled as she walked up to Tommy. Her hands held a basket of various foods: Bread, fruits, honey, and Keralis’s infamous berry buns. “I brought breakfast, thought you might be hungry.”

“You didn’t do anything to them did you?” Tommy asked sitting up in the bed.

“Why do you ‘fink I would do that? I gave you food and potions yesterday that were safe,” Stress placed the basket on the nearest surface, her hands coming to rest on her hips. “What do you ‘fink happened between yesterday and today that would make me poison the food, hm?”

“I don’t know,” Tommy sassed. “Maybe that admin decided to get rid of me so he had you poison the food to kill me and you can hide my body in a remote part of this bloody-ass server!”

“Love, no.” Stress grabbed a roll of clean bandages and another health potion. She could tell that Tommy was going to need constant reassurance during his stay here, though she didn’t know how long he would be here for, she just hopes he’ll be fully healed before he leaves. “The only one who’d do something like that is Doc, and he’s also making sure you’re healthy and not dying.”

“It could be a trick! You don’t know what he thinks!”

“I do know what he thinks! He thinks about: a) how you got here, and b) who would do something like this to you.” She poured some of the potion on a strip of the bandaid, watching the cloth soak up the red liquid before rewrapping the injuries on his leg. “Because Doc was the one to notice that some of your injuries had happened before the incident in my pond, which is concerning.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit, lady,” Tommy said and moved his leg away from Stress, trying to not let the pain on his face.

“No, you don’t,” Stress sighed and unwrapped the cloth around Tommy’s head inspecting the cut that blossomed on the back of his head when he popped through to Hermitcraft. “But if you want, you can. Anyway, you want breakfast?”

“I guess,” The younger of the two leaned forward to see the contents of the basket. Buttery rolls and sweet-smelling fruits make the teen’s mouth water, “What’s in the bag?”

“Oh, that’s Keralis’s berry buns,” She pulled out the cloth-wrapped bun and showed off the powered pastry. “It’s one of my favorites, he made this recipe a few years back and I thought I’d let you try it before the other Hermits eat the rest.”

Tommy took the bun from her hands and sniffed it, smelling nothing but powdered sugar and the faintest hint of berry. “What’s it made of?”

“Inside is a honey and sweet berry jam thing, I don’t know how he makes it, but it’s good.”

He bit into the bun tentatively, tasting the powdered sugar before anything else. Tommy’s eyes widened when the sweet berry jam exploded in his mouth. It was tart, contrary to the name, but the honey returned the sweetness that the berries lacked. Mixing with the fluffy bread that surrounded the jam, it reminded Tommy of the buns his mother got him for his birthday. The incredibly soft pastry had a bit of honey on top, and bits of other fruits wrapped inside. It was almost an exact replica of how Tommy remembered it.

“You like it?” Stress asked.

Tommy nodded his head as he stuffed the rest in his mouth, too hungry to savor the rest. “Do you have any more of those?”

“Sadly no, Keralis sells out quickly whenever he makes them.” Tommy deflated as he grabbed an apple and one of the other rolls from the basket. “But I’ll ask him when he’ll make another batch, maybe then you can come with and get them fresh, because, oh my days, they are heavenly when they’re warm.” Stress placed the basket on the bed, wiping her hands of any debris. “Anyway, I’ll leave this here for you to snack on, I have to get back to base building so I’ll be back around lunch.”

“When can I leave?”

“Like, the bed or the server?”

“Both.”

“You should be able to leave the bed and explore Hermitcraft whenever you’re fully healed and X says it’s okay. We still don’t want the others to worry that something might be wrong with the server because you accidentally glitched here,” Stress answered. “As for your second question, I don’t know.”

With that Stress left the little room, leaving Tommy alone with his thoughts. Despite only knowing four people from the strange world he was in, they were already vastly different from what he knows. Stress was too kind, like Niki, willing to help others without a hint of malice (though with Niki she had to learn that not everyone deserved her kindness, Stress hadn’t seemed to learn that lesson.) Doc, stoic as the wall when he wants, was nice and honest, answering every question no matter how annoying Tommy was. It was a test. Tommy wanted to see if he could push Doc over the edge, but he couldn’t. For being a creeper hybrid, Doc was unreasonably calm and collected, a far cry from the other creeper hybrid he knew on the Dream SMP.

Iskall was…different, for a lack of a better word. There was no one to compare him to from the Dream SMP, Tommy thought. The green-clad swede was happy to argue back and forth with the teen about absolute nonsense, he spewed about everything that was happening on the server, letting Tommy know constantly that the Hermits were nothing but accepting. Saying that each one of them had their past that brought them to the sanctuary that was this server.

And Xisuma, Tommy believed, was the weirdest admin he had ever met. He had only met the bone-armor-wearing man a handful of times whenever he needed more information for his investigation, but just like the creeper, he was willing to answer any pestering and rude questions and comments the teen had. Xisuma had explained in detail what he was doing with the information was telling him. How it let the admin come to conclusions about his appearance and rule out any threats, why his server history was important to figuring out any possible enemies the child might have (and Tommy didn’t want to let him know about the long list on the Dream SMP.)

So as the days passed by and with many visits from the four Tommy slowly learned to trust, Doc and Stress decided he was stable and healed enough to explore Stress’s–and subsequently Iskall’s base–without worrying about his health. To say he was excited was an understatement.

Tommy could see the world change from Stress’s castle. He saw Stress build trees of amethyst in the forest, they dotted the perimeter of the castle and Tommy wondered how the magenta woman was able to get so much. He watched as she built a toppled log. Large red mushrooms sprouted from the surface and moss draped over the top and he couldn’t help but want to lay down on it, deeming it warm and sunny and soft, perfect for naps. The last build he saw her make was a teal-roofed house in the back behind the log, Tommy had to strain his neck to see that one from the window.

“Tommy! Guess what,” Iskall knocked on the door. When he stepped through, Tommy saw in his hands a stack of clean, new clothes. “X and Doc said you can walk around Stress’s and I’s base! So I brought you some new clothes, ‘cause I don’t think you’d want to wear those dirty ones anymore.”

“Really? I can leave the room?” Tommy rose from the bed, his leg a little sore, but nothing too bad. He assumed it was because he had been confined to the magenta bed for almost a week.

“Yeah, but only our two bases,” Iskall handed the clothes over. “Xisuma still hasn’t figured out how you got here, but we feel bad about keeping you cooped up in this room, so we’re going over to my base!” The brunet smiled brightly, his human eye closing as he flashed a toothy grin. “Get dressed and meet me outside when you’re ready.”

With that, the shorter man, by a few inches, left the room. Tommy inspected the shirt and pants he was given, the top was a simple red shirt, with a front pocket on the left side of his chest, and a short sleeve. Different from the red and no-longer-white baseball-style shirt he wore, but he couldn’t complain. The new shirt was, well, new. It was clean, unused, and wasn’t stitched back together from random scraps of different white and red fabrics, and it fits well. It was a bit big and he assumed the Hermits who gave it to him assumed he would grow into it and fill it out over time. The pants however were still a bit too long and a bit too loose. They bunched at his ankles and sagged at his hips, but it was better than the dirtied and hole-filled khaki shorts he’s been wearing for the past year.

Tentatively, Tommy peered outside of the room. It was mostly unfurnished, with only a wall of chests on the opposite side of the castle and shulker boxes dotted on the floor, but it was still grander than any build on the Dream SMP. “Shulkers?! You guys have shulkers?!”

Iskall turned to where Tommy stared in amazement at the bright red box. “Yeah, they come in handy when we have to go resource gathering.”

“Gathering for what?”

“Stuff for our shops or our builds,” Iskall said and opened the box Tommy was amazed by. “Or just random pieces of cod and seeds. Stress, what the heck? Why does she have a random box of fish and seeds?” Chuckling, the older man closed the box and looked at the boy. “Ready to see my base? It’s not that far of a walk, just a few chunks away.”

“Sure,” Tommy stood up, his pants not seeming to get the message. “Oi, do you have anything to keep my pants from falling? Piece of shit is too big on me and I’d rather not have my ass be shown to everyone on this goddamned server.”

“I might at my base because I don’t think you’d want to wear a magenta flower belt to keep your pants up,” Iskall lead Tommy out of the castle from the side he didn’t get to see much. The amethyst forest and overgrown logs were on the other side of the castle, he could see them fade from view as they walked through the dark oak. “And sorry they’re big, the only one who we’d thought would be your size was Mumbo, but I guess it was close enough to your size, yeah?”

“If you give me some thread and a needle I could fix it myself,” Tommy says. “I’ve done it before.”

“Alright, I’ll see if Cleo has any I can borrow,” the older man typed a message on his communicator, receiving a ping in less than a minute from the other person. “She said that she left a kit in the shopping district we can use. We can go there after I show off my omega cave of doom.”

Tommy was about to refute Iskall’s statement when he saw the base, and though it wasn’t fully finished like Stress’s base, it was still very impressive. “Woah.” The teen stared over the edge of the stone bridge and saw the various mini-projects Iskall had finished that dotted the lower levels of the cave. From what Tommy could see, wooden pathways lead to different builds that were scattered and slightly hidden in stone and moss. On the other side of the bridge was a section that was a bit more decorated than the rest of that level; it was inset in the floor with moss and occasionally podzol instead of the stone that dominated the cave. Tall spruce and a few oak trees grew from the inset section with their leaves stretching over a small chest monster next to them. “This is your base?”

“It’s not done, but yeah,” Iskall said and moved the shulkers that were blocking most of the path. “I wanted to make a cave base this season, but I wanted to make a base that was a cave rather than a base that’s in a cave.” Pulling out a torch from his inventory to keep the path lit, Iskall lead Tommy down the man-made path that winded down the different layers and sections of the cave. “It was also because I didn’t want to build an exterior and have something like what happened in season 7 with my friend. No, thank you.”

“What happened?” Tommy grabbed a handful of moss and giggled when he squeezed it, watching as it oozed out from between his fingers and stained his palm green.

“He built this huge mansion and made a custom cliff for it to be on, and that thing was absolutely omega, like, wow,” Iskall said. “But because it was so big, he only focused on putting details on the front and only making the front look good, so he just forgot to do the back. For months there were huge holes in the back because he didn’t feel like detailing, or even finishing it! But the mansion was one of the best builds that season, I will admit that.”

The two stopped in front of Iskall’s farmer villager hut for a second. “You keep talking about ‘this season’ or ‘season 7,’ the fuck is that?”

“Every year or so everyone on the server moves to a new world,” Iskall explains. “It a way for us to build new things, start new storylines, and just not get so bored or burnt out from living in one place too long,”

“That sounds stupid,” Tommy says rummaging through the barrels of food. “Why would you go through all that trouble of moving only to move again a year later, also can I have some of these?” Pulling out a handful of golden carrots, Tommy takes a bite out of one. “You have a shit load of them.”

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I hope you like the chapter, and I'm sorry for the long pause between updates. I have this thing that I do where if I want to update a fic I have to write a new chapter for it, that way I don't get caught up and burnt out. Also, School is kicking my ass right now, but I hope you like the chapter.

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