#hermit!tommy

[evilblockwizard]

wrong guy pal

[buzzfella]

the hermits trying to exile nopoe to the world border is giving me crazy flashbacks to dsmp...

it. ... it would be a shame if someone. wrote hermit tommy. healing .. the whole shebang on hermitcraft for some reason. and... then they talk about exile.. and hijinks ensue.. and the like...

i mean who said that!!!!

[ctommyisnt]

@tpucs secoND FIC REQUEST IVE COMPLETED I got super excited when I saw this because um. Hermitcraft tommy fics??? Those were my lifeline for a solid month I think I read every fic in the tag.

This is not technically finished it’s like. The beginning of what might turn into a long fic if I get the time but I also had this in my drafts for two weeks and didn’t want to leave it sitting. It’s mostly exposition bc I love exposition a lot please enjoy (if anyone wants me to add trigger warnings I can but I don’t think anything applies here????) also if anyone has any ideas on what scenes. Of continue this that would be great bc I have no idea what the next part should be

Anyway

The newest player to join hermitcraft came as a shock. In a lot of different ways, for a lot of different reasons.

To start, it was well off from the beginning of the series. In fact they were well into season 10, and even the new hermits had settled in comfortably.

Secondly, and more concerningly, nobody knew the kid.

Tommyinnit joined the game.

Xisuma shot up sharply the moment he got the ping. That is incredibly odd and he needed to check on that immediately. He equipped his elytra quickly, grateful it was in his inventory, and took off to spawn.

It didn’t take long, though he wasn’t the first there. Gem was running over from the direction of the shopping district, and Keralis was talking to… a teenager?

“-how did you get here?” Keralis was saying, standing a wary distance from what looked to be a very disgruntled kid who flinched harshly as Xisuma landed near the two.

“Who are you?” Gen shouted, pulling out her sword. The teen breathed in sharply, arms moving up to tug at the sleeves of his rather burnt winter coat. His hair was so dirty that Xisuma could hardly tell it was blonde, and the rest of his outfit wasn’t that much better.

“Hey, hey,” he rasped, standing up taller, which didn’t seem to hide his trembling as much as he liked, “I don’t mean any harm I just- I don’t really fucking know how I got here either.” He said quickly. Gem lowered her sword slightly but Xisuma was still wary.

“How did you get through the code, that should’ve been impossible, this is a whitelist only server.”

The boy raised his hands, and his eyes flickered to Gem with a pinched grimace, “if you just want to- point me in the right direction I’ll go- I’ll get back to, uh,” he seemed to falter, “I’ll get going.”

Xisuma bit his lip, “it’s not going to be that simple, this server is locked up pretty tight. Especially since you broke in.”

“How do we know you didn’t break in on purpose,” Gen pushed.

“Gem, look at him,” Keralis drawled, “he’s a kid there must be an explanation.

“I’m not a kid!” The teen barked out sharply. He cowed sheepishly to Gem when she raised her weapon again in warning, “I don’t know how I got here, I swear.”

Xisuma sighed, and motioned to Gem to back down. She bristled at the thought but in all honestly, the kid looked… pretty harmless. He’d still have to be careful though, which means…

“I’m going to get Grian over here,” he started pulling out his comm as he continued, “and you need to come with me where we can keep an eye on you.”

/msg Grian: just a kid. Not them. Need your helping getting this mess cleaned up

“I’m not going to be fucking watched,” the kid spit out, “I’m not fucking going with you.”

Keralis stepped closer, though he had to put his hands up when the kid flinched again to show no harm, “it’s okay dude, Xisuma and Grian just need to make sure your code isn’t all tangled, and all that doohickey admin stuff so you don’t get hurt.”

Xisuma nodded, “if I just ban you now whatever glitch happened to get you here might hurt you permanently. It’s for your benefit as much as ours.”

“Wait, you’re the admin,” he asked, “I don’t want you digging through my code that’s a- that’s a violation of my personal boundaries.”

Xisuma opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to respond to that. Which, thank god, Grian took that moment to fly in and land just next to him, red yellow and blue feathers poofing off of his wings with the landing and drifting down.

“I’m Grian, nice to meet you,” Grian said, reaching out his hand but keeping his face alarmingly neutral. The boy didn’t take it, which didn’t deter him, “why is your code like that?”

He balked, wrapping his arms around his torso, “you went through my code?”

Grian nodded, “I’m not the first, your code has been modified a lot. Did you not know this?”

“Modified? Like how?” Xisuma asked, concern levels raising considerable. And probably also his blood pressure.

“Like tangling it up with enough restrictions and mods that it’s no wonder you glitched like that.” He continued. “this could be dangerous, especially if you keep server hopping. Someone needs to fix this, because if you don’t you might not survive the next jump. If we can’t, do you know any admins or server moderators that can?” He pushed.

The teen’s breath quickened, and keralis looked rather worried. This probably wasn’t best done in front of everyone, especially since the more nosy or concerned hermits were bound to show up as well. Grian was not one to avoid speaking his mind, though.

“Are you- are you an admin too?”

Grian tilted his head, confused, “not for this server. Though I have before. I’m help Xisuma out with this one.

He took a few breaths, making sharp looks at everyone surrounding him. Keralis looked ready to say something else before the teen collapsed in on himself in defeat. “Fucking- fine. But you’re going to tell me fucking everything you’re doing. And the admin isn’t touching anything.” He demanded.

Grian huffed, “but he-“ but Xisuma elbowed him.

“Of course we will. It’s your code, we just want to help you get to… wherever you meant to go safely. What’s your name?”

“Tommy.” He grumbled. He shoved his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrow as if to say ‘well, let’s go.’

—

“So this,” Grian waved his arms so the lines of code could appear close to the wall where Tommy could see from the sofa, “-is your code. It is, essentially, you.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes,grimacing at the unintelligible language.

They were in one of Xisuma’s labs at his base, one of the ones near the top with big windows and wooden desks and soft furniture. It wasn’t as crazy as his more experimental laboratories, which were mostly in his basement and probably would freak Tommy out more than they should.

“Some people are naturally able to read and access the code, and they usually end up becoming admins or server moderators. Some people, like me, either learn it, which is very hard to do, or are ‘given’ the ability to read it.”

“Given?” Tommy asked, “is that something anyone can do?”

He shook his head, “no, it’s a rather dangerous and traumatic process. Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, but now I can tell you that your code is really bad.”

Tommy shouted incredulously, “my code is not shit, fuck you!”

Grian huffed, this kid, honestly. “I’m not saying this for fun. I’m telling you this because that is incredibly concerning. Here-“ he waved at the code again to scroll farther down, “this is how your code allows you to transport between dimensions. With the nether it’s mostly fine. I can tell it was erased and re-added here, though.” He pointed at another line of code that Tommy also could not read.

Xisuma had been banished to another room to start going through the server code. Tommy seemed to freak out at the very idea of the admin even getting too close to him. He couldn’t help but dread exactly why Tommy was freaked out about admins. He should probably be nicer to him, but Grian was still running on the sharp burst of terrifying adrenaline he received when he saw someone join the server.

There were a couple hermits that relied on the safety and security of the server, including him.

“If you scroll a bit further it looks like your access to the end has been completely restricted, if you jumped into an end portal it would probably instantly kill you.”

Grian sat down on a stool opposite Tommy, trying to figure out what on earth happened to this kid and what kind of server he was in last. Even as Grian had sat down the kid had tensed, almost leaning away from him as if it was physically painful to be near another human being.

“Tommy, that’s just one thing.” He sighed, “Your ability to fly with elytra’s, if you somehow managed to get one, has been tampered with, access to any of the worlds code, tracking devices on you and monitoring on your comm. Someone attempted to erase all of your hybrid traits, which thank god is almost impossible to do. Most concerning is your respawns, which have been locked at three lives completely. If you managed to permadie your code would be locked in the server and you’d be unable to come back. Even if you did decide to go through the process of leaving the server, I doubt you’d be been able to get out naturally. It’s a miracle you didn’t die getting here.”

Tommy’s hands were trembling, ans he clearly wasn’t taking this well. Which, to be fair, Grian didn’t expect him to in the first place. He put a hand on the boys leg, making him flinch, but making him just a bit more present.

“Your code has been mutilated, Tommy, but you’re still alive. We can fix your code, and if you want, transfer you safely to another server.” He told him.

Tommy opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His hands had been clenching at the sofa cushion hard enough to give him marks. Grian stood up and waved away the code screens so he could grab a cup of water they had prepared earlier. He gave it to Tommy, who managed to curb the shakiness to take a sip.

“You don’t have to make this decision now, but you are kinda locked in this server until something is fixed. The only other option would be to open the server publicly and open a hole wide enough for your code to do, but there are several people here that would be in danger, and who knows who would jump in after you.”

Tommy took a deep breath and reached into his shirt to grab what looked to be a compass that was attached to a chain around his neck. He squeezed it once and looked up at Grian.

“So even if I don’t want you to mess with my code, I’m stuck here forever?”

“Yep.”

“And if I stay like this i might die again.”

“Again?”

Tommy ignored his question and squeezed the compass again before shoving it back into his shirt. “Okay. I’ll let you fix my code but only fucking that. I don’t want to be sprouting wings like you just because you feel like it, bitch.”

God this kid was so annoying. Also- “um, you do know you’re a hybrid, right?”

“What?”

—

SO SORRY THIS DIDNT GET FINISHED??? I meant to do an part where Tommy was getting used to unlimited loves but I couldn’t figure out how to start it which meant I overthought it and now I have a whole headcannjned worldbuild in my head about the lore of servers and junk. This is mostly exposition. I love exposition. It’s my favorite thing to write. My bad yall. Enjoy 🫡

[egcalledgari]

ive been reading a bunch of hermit tommy fics again and I'm like 🤏 this close to ending my writing hiatus to make my own but idk where to start

if anyone has good/silly writing prompts that could fit feel free to send them to me! I'm abt to take to Pinterest to gather inspiration

[aslitheryprinx]

....ok so hermit!tommy being sent to hermitcraft from exile was a big thing, right?

Imagine that during THIS season of hermitcraft, when they have their OWN exile that hermits are being sent to...... Tommy being constantly on edge, terrified that if he makes a wrong move that he'll be sent to yet another exile.

[battle-for-dyke-island]

agere hermit!tommy (+ some reg hermit!tommy) headcanons!

I wanted to do just agere but I couldn’t help but set up Tommy’s character a little more…oops! headcanons under the cut

Season: 10 (timelines? I’ve never heard of her) When did Tommy leave dsmp?: After his revival Is Tommy a hybrid?: yes, moth :] Who’s a little & who’s a CG?: little!tommy, cg!hermits

like most h!tommy fics, tommy ended up in hc by accident. the hermits themselves weren’t really worried - it’s 27 to one, after all. but tommy was. He put up an impeccable fight despite having no gear + numbers disadvantage anyways.

eventually it smoothens out and he becomes a “temporary guest” on the server “until they can figure out what to do with him” (sure. sure)

he builds his base out of cobblestone right on the world border. it’s a castle. cobble, because it’s his favorite block, and on the world border for two reasons - he’s a little insecure, on this server of grand building feats - and to stay hidden. he’s still wary. it’s instinctive.

the builders LOVE his base!! btw!! sure it’s crude and not that refined but no matter how hard tommy tries to conceal his pride/passion, they can tell. they try to subtly come over, give him resources/pointers/encouragement, etc etc. tommy doesn’t trust it (he does appreciate it, secretly. he won’t admit that to anyone [let alone himself] however)

Henry and Shroud have revived themselves. They have the same thing as Jellie goin’ on. They’re Tommy’s support animals <3 he doesn’t know know that it’s them, at least not consciously, but he named them after the old buddies.

now for agere time! mwehehe

Tommy’s been going “small” for a while now. Probably since pogtopia? he doesn’t have the words for it, never really did, but it’s been happening. he knows he’s not supposed to, but he can’t stop himself. (involuntary agere baybe!!!) He has a lot of unhealthy ideas around it - thinking it’s bad, mainly. a weakness.

he tries to hide it from the hermits. only doing it in the privacy of his own base, clutching a worn blanket in stubby and calloused fingers. he wanders aimlessly, babbling nonsense to himself. he hides whenever people find him during these moments. (Henry & Shroud try and protect him during these times.)

the first to find him is Bdubs. He came over to give some materials, and found a Tommy that is remarkably not-Tommy-ish. He catches on quickly.

Do the hermits have the words for it, either? Probably not, no. But that doesn’t matter. They’ve been across many servers, thousands of worlds, seen all the whims of the universe. They’re no stranger to this, even if they don’t know the terminology.

Tommy is mistrustful about this. He’s hesitant about showing this side of himself. He’s weak in this state - easy to take advantage of.

But this is Hermitcraft. They wouldn’t do that! Even if Tommy hasn’t internalized that, it’s true.

Tommy’s little self kind of has the inverse character development that his big one does. When he first finds himself in HC, he’s loud and reckless as a coping mechanism. Does he ever entirely mellow out? Not really. But the calmness does whisper in the waves around him. On the other hand - when he’s little, at first, he’s shy and quiet. Downcast. But as he gets more comfortable around the hermits he gets louder, braver, outgoing, and very silly.

Some of his favorite activities with the hermits: hiking (he gets to go in the MUD!! and play with BUGS!! and WORMS!!), building, making food, putting on puppet shows/plays, and in general just having fun! (most of these he’s just watching them do stuff. but, like, you get it.)

Stuffed Animal OBSESSION. he didn’t really have any in dsmp, but now that he has the space to express himself, he’s having SO MUCH FUN. multiple rooms in his castle are dedicated to his collection. The hermits love indulging him.

thinks redstone looks so so cool, REFUSES to learn how it works. like woaw prebby. you’re explaining 2 me what it does? hell to you! hell for one thousand years!!

has a pallet for warm foods, especially when small. angel milk, oatmeal, baked goods, you know. the one exception is ice cream (yummy!) and maybe candy

wasn’t very touchy at first, but now that he’s more comfortable, EVERY TIME he’s around a hermit he’s glommed onto them. It can be subtle, like hand holding, but more than not he’s koala-ed onto them. He’s defined them as “safe” in his head, so now that he’s around them more, the closer he is to them the safer he is.

very talkative. not usually words? Just random babbling. It’s how the hermits find him small most of the time - he’ll send random sounds into the server chat. Like “bla ba ba?” or “meep mrrp. grgrbr. pffff bla bla!!! keee!!!” and people are like. oh he’s baby let me fawn over him. he’s constantly blabbering. and like yeah the chat is just text but you can babble over text.

bedtime is HARD. he HATES IT and gets VERY FUSSY. it has to be SPECIFIC and WARM and NICE and PRETTY or he will NOT close his eyes!!! every hermit has a different way of handling this. and if the specific hermit does it different than the normal way they specifically do it it’s an AFFRONT TO GOD!!!

love love LOVES soft things. stuffed animals? yes. but also blankets, pillows, clothing, and secretly… fur. any hybrid hermits who have some are amazing because of this. He’ll fawn over them for hours, just petting them over & over.

loves the stars/nighttime. will stargaze for hours. it puts him into a trance, basically. probably because of the moth thing but like you know the stars are pretty !!!

that’s all I have for now. I hope you enjoyed :] I wanted a better concluding hc but I couldn’t think of one </3

P.S. if anyone wants to add their own ideas please do so. Might do a pt 2 w specific hermits or w the rest of the bench trio if enough people like this

[firebirdies-fics]

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

[creationofacentury]

(This is a hermit!Tommy one-shot, I guess? What happened previously to this one-shot is that Tommy left Hermitcraft to start his own world, and Tommy came back to visit the hermits.)

(Summary: Grian and Tommy gets to talk. They don't address a lot of things though.)

------

Guarded, wounded and feral.

He's too young to look like that, Grian thinks. He knows that look. He knows where that slouch came from. The stance of a soldier, so ready for any kind of attack. Tommyinnit, a survivor and a warrior, barely an adult- he smiles at Grian, and Grian's startled out of his trance, hiding his grimace by waving back.

"Hey! Grian, it's been so long!"

Grian laughs. "Two years are not that long."

"Oh yeah? How do you explain our height differences then? Unless you shrunk during the past two years, big man. However, I am being polite today. So, here it goes: you look extra parrot-y today."

He looks proud, saying that. As usual, Tommy quickly stop making sense. Grian tilts his head, torn between finding this funny or taking offense. "That's not a compliment." Grian says with a laugh.

"Oh, believe me, it is." Tommy nods gravely.

Grian lets out a chuckle. Tommy does seem to have grown up a lot. The way he talks is different, it's much more patient than before, and he shoulders also broadened. Grian's almost proud, but he would never admit that out loud. Still, Tommy is a child, much too young except for those eyes that are always filled with grief and pain and absolution and-

Peace.

Grian does a double take. He's eyes widen, and his mind suddenly goes blank.

"Grian? Is something wrong?"

A hand gently touches his shoulder. Grian flinches.

"...Big man, you alright?"

"I-"

It finally hits Grian that Tommy sounds worried- why? Why would Tommy need to worry about him? He's not a child that needs to be taken care of. The only one here that needs it is- Grian frantically searches again- there's only concerns in Tommy's eyes. And in the reflection, Grian sees himself- shoulder tensed and eyebrows furrowed.

He opens his mouth to form some kind of response, but nothing comes.

"Grian?" Tommy try to shake him by his shoulder. Grian instinctively takes a step back. There's a silent panic accumulating in the back of his head but he ignores it.

"Y-yeah! Sorry, I got- I was just thinking. It's really unfair how tall you've gotten. I am just...surprised, yeah." He chuckles, but it sounds all wrong even to himself. He takes another step back.

Tommy stares for a bit, but then he exhales and grins, "Yeah, I am pretty massive, aren't I?"

Grina sees how Tommy smooths over his frown- intentionally blank and relaxed, a poker face that keeps you alive in confrontation. All Grian can say is sorry, I think I left my chicken pen opened, be right back! and fly and away as fast as possible.

Tommy doesn't shout after him. For a brief second, Grian doesn't know he should be more relieved or more disappointed.

Even after all these years, he's still not okay. He thought he had gotten better. He swallow the acid that rises in his throat and decides- no. He's fine. He's grown. Everything is okay. Everything is perfect.

It has to be.

------

(won't you look at that it's a hermit!Tommy ficlet in the last few days of 2023)

so I started this is in the middle of December but didn't finish it until now. I basically gave up at this point, just wants to get this out. sorry!