hey Mik! ( @give-grian-rights ) , heres a twist for your Blood God Grian AU:
Grian makes trips to the nether every 20-50-ish years; its his job to fix up nether fortresses and bastions, giving the blazes something to guard, keeping the skeletons’ old homes tidy and stable for them in their afterlife, and repairing damage to the piglins’ temples sustained after battles with ghasts. its his job as the current Nether Watcher, like its Philza’s job to keep the jungle temples traps operational, and Taurtis’ job to maintain the valuables in End Cities.
one day, during one of his sporadic visits to the Nether, maybe 470-ish years after Evo, he is amused to find a single strange tiny piglin child following him around. its adorable, the kid looks like he’s barely six years old, and he’s clumsily hobbling after Grian with scuffed iron boots clinking together and a golden helm falling over his eyes, several sizes too large. the kid has a golden sword, badly worn but still plenty deadly, hanging loosely in his grip as he tries to stealthily maneuver behind him.
it goes from cute to worrying when Grian leaves the area after fixing up the bastion, heading towards the next, with the kid still following him.
where is this child’s pack? Grian thinks, as the child follows him, step for step. he ignores it for now, starting his work, still feeling vaguely bemused that the piglins would carve a stylized portrait of his face onto the blackstone for him to find when he returned.
after two more bastions and much more walking, the child eventually does something other than tail him, though not what Grian expected; instead of returning from the direction he’d came, the kid ran at him surprisingly fast and swung his blade at him. Grian didn’t bother to dodge, swiftly turning and blocking the blade with one netherite clad arm. the blow is unexpectedly powerful but ultimately pointless, glancing off the black metal easily.
Grian smiles at the kid, voicing a soft, “not quite,” as the piglin child looks up at him with shock. and now that Grian’s looking right at the kid, he can tell that somethings not quite right; his skin is a bit too pale, hands a bit too dexterous, ears a bit too low, and eyes a bit too black.
this isn’t a normal piglin child, Grian realizes as he stares at the soft pink hair falling in tangles from underneath the helm, this is a player.
he hears a cry, a ghast, and doesn’t even try to look up before wrapping his grey webbed wings tightly around the child. the fire charge burns him, scorching the webbing a mottled speckled black, but it would’ve killed the kid, and he regrets nothing.
sweeping the kid behind him, he raises his [Dragon Bown], knocks an arrow, and sends it straight into the ghast’s eye. it squeals, crying and quivering, and Grian takes the time to grab the child and run.
thus is the story of how Grian accidentally adopts child!Technoblade. Phil wont stop laughing at how he just snatched a fucking child, and Taurtis is too busy giving said child End City leved armor because “he’s obviously a little killer in the making, mr. blood god” Domrao has to be called out of Watcher Retirement because Grian can only work part-time now that he’s raising a child, but eventually Grian gets to laugh at Philza when he gets a short note that only says: “cant work; busy with new kids -PM”
Taurtis, Grian, and Philza each have different kinds of wings!
Taurtis has white bee-like wings, good for hovering and maneuvering in the small halls and corridors of the End Cities. Can’t go very far all at once, but very fast!
Grian has speckled grey dragon wings, long hooked talons on all five digits so that he can easily cling to the walls of the nether. A perfect balance of agility and distance.
Philza has big black vulture wings, perfect for soaring long distances while using minimal energy. He has a hard time in tight spaces.
