I had this idea of past life grian x reader in my head and I was like “why not write it”
the reader is part of the cabin crew alliance btw Shiny duo if you squint hard enough
title: c grian x gn reader
summary: you come to visit your lovely boyfriend and his teammates just to accidentally die from his trap..
Universe: past life
It was a peaceful afternoon by server standards. The sun hung overhead in a golden haze, and the quiet was broken only by the occasional cough from a certain ginger head female
Gem, wrapped in a thick blanket, sat slumped beside Pearl on the porch of their base. Her voice had gone croaky and nasally after a rough few days, and she was currently sipping hot beetroot soup while Pearl kept guard over the trap-filled front lawn. Grian stood nearby, fiddling with some of the TNT and signs
“I mean, it should’ve worked,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “All the timing was right, and the TNT was rigged perfect…”
Pearl raised a brow. “Didn’t Scar walk over the pressure plates earlier, though? Didn’t blow up?”
Grian scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “Yeah, that’s the weird part! Scar strolled right across the whole thing, like—like he had some kind of plot armour the trap just fizzled! TNT blew, sure, but the sand never fell. It was like—like the trap took a nap mid-process!”
Gem coughed again “That’s because you wired it with your sleep-deprived brain, probably.”
“Excuse me,” Grian sniffed. “It was a flawless design in theory.”
“You mean like your last four traps?” Pearl teased.
“Those don’t count—!”
Hey, Grian!” a voice called brightly from across the grass.
He perked up instantly, head snapping toward the familiar sound. You were jogging toward him with a smile that could burn down empires — not that you’d ever need to. You were already his favorite person in this world, and the past ones, too.
His heart warmed at the sight of you happily walking towards him, waving. He waved back, a little too enthusiastically.
And that’s when it happened.
Your foot tapped a pressure plate, and you blinked, confused as the ground hissed beneath you.
The sand vanished. You yelped, plunging into the darkness below.
Boom.
The explosion didn’t echo long, but the silence that followed felt like it lasted a lifetime.
“Oh my god—did I just kill them?” Grian asked, his voice cracking, eyes wide in horror.
Pearl blinked. “Um.”
Gem, still wrapped in her blanket cocoon, slowly turned her head to Grian.
In the most deadpan, nasally, judgmental voice possible, she croaked, “Oh no, Grian… what did you do.”
I just— I JUST FIXED THE WIRING LAST MINUTE AS A JOKE!” Grian shouted, panic rising in his voice. “I didn’t think anyone was gonna ACTUALLY—!”
He ran over to the hole, practically tripping over himself in his haste, and dropped to his knees at the edge. Smoke still curled from the center, faint items floating in the crater from your inventory.
Grian let out the most pathetic whimper imaginable.
Pearl gently patted his shoulder. “Oof. That’s, uh… gonna be a tough conversation later.”
Gem sniffled. “Y’know… if I were them, I’d respawn just to kill you back.”
Etho who seemly come out of nowhere nodded. “Yeah. Grian trap-killing his own partner might be the most the villains thing that’s ever happened.”
Grian just give Etho a Deadpan look
——————
Scar was locked in an intense battle.
Not with a mob, not with another player.
But with a crafting table.
“Okay… sticks go here… and the string goes… no, no, that’s a fishing rod. Ugh! Why does it always look like a fishing rod?!” he groaned, dragging the string around wildly. “C’mon, I just want to make a bow! A bow, not a net for fish feelings!”
Suddenly — poof You respawned in your bed with the soft chime of re-entry.
Scar didn’t even turn around at first. “Hey, welcome back! Wait—were you even gone? Or am I losing it again? Etho says I’m always losing it but I think I’m just—”
He finally turned.
You were sitting up slowly on the bed, disheveled, skin still slightly singed around the edges, bits of gravel in your hair. Your eyes were wide, staring at nothing. You hadn’t even looked at him.
“…What just happened,” you said, voice soft, almost dazed.
Scar blinked. “Uhhh. That’s a big question. Like—philosophically?”
You didn’t answer.
Just sat there.
Still not looking at him.
Scar gently set the half-bow-half-fishing-rod monstrosity aside, slowly approaching like someone trying not to spook a wild animal. “Did… someone kill you?”
A beat.
Then, finally, you turned toward him.
Face blank.
Voice completely flat.
“Grian did.”