#grian fic

[bluetbluish]

Chapter 17 of my Grian assassin au is now out!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74626286/chapters/212393321

[abby-wolf]

been awhile since i promoted it here, but chapter 8 of my creature watcher grian fic has been posted!!

[baffledbirdbandit]

Wings of War - Chapter 1 - BaffledBirdBandit - Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN.

I present to you, chapter one of Wings of War: New Dawn ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[munchkin1156]

HADM day 2- Grian

Aaaand let us start out again! Hope you like day 2 as well!!

As always, thank you to @hermitadaymay for organising this event!

Will be posted on ao3 later

Word count: 1046

Tws: Immortality I think? Being stuck in one place forever? Infinity?

Enjoy!

. . .

It was a beach.

That much was easy to see. There was the damp sand that got in your boots, and the wind that blew said sand, as well as salty seawater, in your face. That gave the indication that there was also an ocean, and if you looked past the endless sand, you would not be disappointed. The ocean stretched out farther than the beach, which might've been a desert if you turned to look back. No one ever did, though, so it didn't matter what was there. It should've just been a beach. It had a look like it had been around for a long time, untouched for millennia. Therefore, it should've been untouched.

There shouldn't have been several large boxes lying around. Or various painted pebbles. And there certainly shouldn't have been a strange counter, with bits of lace wrapped around the corners, and candles on one end. People were always disoriented when they saw this. It helped, because it meant they acted a bit more like they were in a dream, and didn't immediately bring attention to the fact that they were now here, at the beach, contrary to where they were half a second ago, which was literally anywhere else.

Grian was always sitting behind the desk. He'd been sitting there for as long as he could remember, and his memory was quite good, aside from names. His purpose had always been clear. Help the person who had come here to figure out why, and help them get back. The difficulty differed with each new person. Sometimes they asked lots of questions, which was annoying. Usually they weren't very intelligent ones. Sometimes they were far too silent. That was worse than the ones who were curious, because it meant it was far harder to get them to return. And it meant it was harder for them to tell their stories.

Something they were unhappy with, in their life. That was, in all cases but six, the reason they were here. And in payment for helping them, they told Grian about the stories of their life. They didn't realize they were paying him, because they were telling him about their problems, which was his… Not job. Purpose, maybe, but it wasn't a job. You could quit jobs. You could do your job wrong. Grian had never done anything wrong that he was aware of. He assumed someone was supposed to tell him if that happened.

He didn't think he'd ever had a life. Not a true one. Not like the ones people told him about. He'd never been too upset about it. He didn't feel regret in the same way as humans did, or longing. And all of them had been human, except for the six that had been different. He remembered the beginning. Blinking his eyes open, facing the first one. The first one had been strange, but not in the same way the six who were different had been. Familiar. If Grian ever had had a life, it must have had something to do with the first one. They had been curious, but in an intelligent way, not in the way most of the people who came after had been.

They had asked things that, at the time, Grian hadn't known the answers to. What was his name? Why did he have those flowing wings? Why were they also where his ears should be? Why did the cloak cover his arms and hands? Maybe they hadn't been as intelligent questions as one might consider, but they were the most clear ones, and the first questions he'd ever heard that he knew of. It was with him that Grian had learned things. Learned what it meant to consider possibilities, and pick the right one. And learned to lie when he didn't.

The most common question was the one about the sun. From what he was told, it always hung right behind his head, haloing it with golden light. They asked why it never moved. That was a question Grian had known the answer to, even back with the first one. It was a simple answer, really. Fairly obvious, if you thought about it.

"I haven't moved, so why should the sun?"

Yet it always seemed to confuse people more. That was the thing about humans. They were always getting confused. They seemed to enjoy doing so. From some peoples stories, he had discovered that people dedicated their whole lives to confuse both themselves and the world around them. It was called philosophy. What a strange thing to pick up. Going around, questioning things. Maybe things didn't like getting questioned.

The candles to his left were always lit. They flickered in the breeze. The boxes that lay around were never opened, and the coloured pebbles were never turned over. That was just how things went. People asked the questions they were supposed to, but they never questioned the things that were there. Except for those six. Grian had long forgotten their names, because he'd never been good at remembering that sort of thing, but it would be a long time before he forgot their actions. He remembered it now, while he waited for the next person. Sometimes they came in quick succession. Sometimes it took a while. Grian knew that it wouldn't be too long, in case he got bored enough to, say, leave the counter, or turn around.

Whenever he started wondering about that, a person was sure to turn up soon. Grian hadn't been placed here for thinking and curiosity, but for learning and helping. Still, with all the humans who came by, he would admit he picked up a few things from them. Some ideas. Nothing harmful, per say, or disruptive, but he knew he thought a lot more about these things than at the beginning. He didn't think much about anything back then.

Knowledge was only powerful if you knew how to use it. If Grian ever got the chance to try, he would want to see if he could find those six people, and maybe even the first one. Time worked differently here, so there was always a chance he'd be able to find at least one of them.

Besides, he was in need of a holiday.

. . .

That’s it for day two, I will see you all tomorrow hopefully!

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[birrdies]

happy birthday grian, would you like some trauma?

[mawofthemagnetar]

Birds can’t taste capsaicin.

“Come ooooon, Mumbo! Try one!” Grian said brightly, holding out one of the wizened little fruits from the depths of his plastic bag.

Mumbo peered at it. It was… just a small, shrivelled little pepper. Grian turned it over, letting him see the wrinkled spice in all its glory. Before he could comment, Grian popped the little pepper into his mouth and bit down on it with a satisfying crunch.

“No.” Mumbo said, folding his arms, “The last time I had one of your “snacks”, I saw the face of God.”

Grian rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on. It wasn’t THAT bad. Anyway, these ones are a lot milder than that last one!”

“Milder? Mate, drinking a cup of molten steel would be milder than the last hell fruit you had me bite into. My moustache caught fire.”

Grian groaned.

“I still think you should try one. They’re nice and salty. Healthier than popcorn, too! Just all around good for you.” He fluffed out his wings and offered Mumbo a pepper, placing it on his upturned palm.

“You really think I’m going to fall for this again, don’t you?” Mumbo sighed.

“I’m not trying to trick you! This one IS milder, I swear! Like it’s actually- that last one was a little spicy, even for me, but this one is nice! Almost…salty-sweet, really.”

Mumbo sighed.

Grian ate another one, humming in delight.

“Well, nothing ventured…” Mumbo said warily.

“What do you call these things, anyway?” He asked Grian, popping it in his mouth before waiting for a reply.

Grian turned over the package and glanced at the front.

“Says they’re called…Carolina Reapers. Fun, hey? Mumbo? Mumbo? Are you okay?”

<MumboJumbo burned to death.>

[lines-and-paper]

guys im this < close to just posting my grain watcher fic as is

it has not been peer reviewed or even outsider-reviewed. no one has Seen this. and im tempted to just. post it. unfinished. up to the imagination....

wait open/ambiguous ending is a thing

[stupid-boy-here]

Its 4:11 am i have not sleept and English is not my first language so if something is wrong or too much of a occ I'm sorry, i just had to make something of this, again it will make no sense and I'm still learning how to properly write and narrate,if you have a tip or something i would really treasure it

Even a Watcher is being Watched

-"BECAUSE IM ME"- Those simple words came out of the mouth of the dirty blond boy muffled by his closed teeth,he was angry, not at "tim" for confronting him, no no, he couldn't anyhow, he was mad at himself.

He was mad that not even he, a watcher, A god, being of chaos, creator of the so-called "Death games", that he as powerful as can be is still a cursed soul.

When grian first noticed was on the first day, on the first game, when he accidentally killed scar, although grian didn't tough of it for the first few days, it become more and more clear how no matter how much he tried to keep scar safe, it will bounce back, to the point in where it was a red and green duo, the duo that destroyed its own home, in where grian was forced to kill that same man, the man he screamed at to put some clothes on and be more protected, the man who'm he promised loyalty to, and the man he loved most, just that; kill him with his own fists, on the remains of his desert, close to a grave.

He never will forget the pain it caused to kill that man, the man who didn't hit grian even tho he was "betraying" him.

Pain knowing that Scar was willing to let grian take his life away from home.

The blood on his knuckles, the phantom feeling of his hugs, of grian's fist against scar's face.

Thats why even if it was for 10 seconds of that pain, he could not take it and decided to take his own life.

The second time was also to that cat-loving-guy, he told him to not be together again and that "everything that happend before does not matter now".

At that point he understood that those events where part of his curse, like Jimmy's,just that not so obvious, yet again on his ignorance,thinking that he could break it on a heartbeat,but no. He hurted the brunette and himself with those lying word's, and not just Scar but also his teammates, mostly Mumbo, who he made sure to take out the "game" taking once again the life of someone he loved with his whole heart.

The feeling was more bearable now, and that made grian feel sick.

The thrirth game was one of the hardest

As someone might think, being the soulmate of the person you first loved and abandoned is not a easy thing.

He tried to be as cold enough, to drive Scar away but it didn't budge, he just forgave grian and continued to be at his side, that something grian never got happy for.

And yet again he managed to hurt Scar one more time, on the search of something, someone else, he found a second-fake-soulmate; He and BigB called themself's "secret soulmates" even tho the secret part did not last more than a few days before Scar overheard them, hearing how grian was with someone else, doing all the things he wished grian to be with him.

Yet never said anything directly, just that one chance for grian to be truthfull with some "cookies", a painful reminder for the avian of what they used to be, and a reminder of the fact that he should not be griving over the thing he destroyed.

Not to mention the death of his secret soulmate, and his own soulmate being because of grian's own recklessness.

On the forth game it was more easy to deal with at least on the beginning it was, he got to see scar over the distance, and got a small group "bad boy's" he was happy for a while, even played as a watcher making more boogie's, to not "being sastificed with how fast the kill was made"

Grian's was feeling a little bit better over his curse, even Tim was having improvment's not dying first.

He even forgot about it, everything was going as good as it could, alies and enemy's not being that apart, for both good and bad. He made shinenigans and even a few good moments with his teammates.

That until that day, the day grian killed both of "his boy's", one was not his fault or so grian says to not get over the fact that both curses are coming back.

The other one was also an accident, people knew him too well, they knew that he could not get over a button unpressed. Yet it backfired for Lizzie pearl, and himself

Once again killing one of his teammate, close to his death.

And to no other than the "canary of death" the so-called "Death omen" even, his almost brother, bestfriend and also someone he loved and adored.

He could not forgive himself for doing it again, and for being sickeningly happy for it.

Grian never understood how his watcher's feelings and his more "humane" feelings could co-exist and yet they did, creating even more wilt on his already dying heart.