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So. Remember dragon!Grian?

:D I love dragon!Grian. So I wrote some dragon!Grian

Boatem wasn’t intended to be… quite what it became. A settlement of Hermits sharing a central, common area? Sure. But a tight-knit community that looks suspiciously more like a family than a crew of coworkers? That… would be Grian’s fault. As most things are.

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featuring winged!grain, Boatem snark, and insufferable amounts of fluff.

#fluff? in my redwinterwrites? more likely than you think #tooth rotting. cotton candy. nothing but friendship and indulging my favorite early s8 headcanon #redwinterwrites #dragon!grian #boatem village my beloved #boatem village #hermitcraft fanfic

So. After tegg and everything, hermitblr has kinda dropped the whole dragon!grian notion but... it keeps running around my head so I'm finally doing something with it.

This'll be longer (I've got portions for Impulse, Scar, Pearl, Mumbo, and Grian himself) but here: have the first bit of the fic/series of drabbles I'm calling This is Boatem (We Have a Dragon)

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The first thing that seemed a little… off about Grian was the way he kept circling the Boatem pole — round and round in the sky above. Even that could have just been early-season nesting instincts (which he vehemently denied that he had and everyone pretended to believe him). But after the third time he swooped down on a visitor with his feathers poofing in warning, wings mantling over his shoulders, and a tight grin that was nearly a threat on his face… Impulse started to develop a theory. He’d known Grian long enough to have seen him… change before, and when his avian friend took on the ender dragon just a few days into this new world—

Well. That was enough to be a catalyst for all sorts of things.

“Grian,” he ventured one evening, as they all sat around the Boatem pole and plotted the pit they wanted to dig beneath it, “Got a question for you.”

“Hmm?” Grian looked up from the list of materials he was tapping into his datapad. Something glinted on his temples in the fading golden light, and Impulse squinted. He was nearly certain that those were faint scales… but it could have just been a smudge of dirt. They’d all worked hard the last few days.

Impulse kept his voice deliberately casual, looking back down at the design he was sketching for a new bedrock-breaking contraption. “You, ah… You still keeping that dragon egg around?”

He watched Grian from under his eyebrows, and was rewarded by a quick narrowing of the avian’s pupils and an uneasy ruffle of his wings. His shoulders twitched like a cat raising its hackles, and his voice was just a little too sharp when he replied: “Maybe. Why?”

Impulse shrugged, keeping his satisfied smirk to himself.

“Oh, no reason,” he said. “Just curious.”

#grian's going dragony #it's fun. also i get to write wings. which i love.#dragon!grian #hermitcraft #grian