ANNOUNCING GRIBEANS WEEK 2025
> starting from june 29th through july 5th
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ANNOUNCING GRIBEANS WEEK 2025
> starting from june 29th through july 5th
#GribeansWeek2025 | ac: @hannnsh

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I know im so late for this one but i had to do it im so sorry 😭😭
No joke it took an actual month to finish…
I even graduated from university in the middle of it thats how much i was dedicated…
Don't think I'll be able to do day 7 of GriBeans week unfortunately, but it's been such a blast!
6 works & 15k words later, it's been great to spend a bit of time indulging in one of my favourite ships and seeing such increbible work produced by artists and writers alike.
If you would like to read all of the fics you can follow the link... I know I put it around here somewhere... no... not there
hmmmm
ahhh,
There!
Link to Crow's GriBeans Week 2025 fics!!!!
Thank you to all those who left lovely comments/notes/ and reblogged and just interacted with works. < 3333
AND THATS THE END! (or is it…)
thank you so much for all the participation this week! it’s been an incredible event to host & see everyone share their creativity :) i especially loved seeing all the posts everyday it was so incredible and you are all so so talented please pat uselfs on the backs.
special thanks to the beautiful artists who allowed me to use their art for the daily theme announcements ! ygs are the best <3
if you are posting late, we will still be here to reblog and share for a week or two! please don’t feel intimidated to post late (because we are too LOL)
hopefully we will be back !! :3 feel free to inbox us any suggestions you have for next time!! we love ygs <33
signing off,
lisa ( @mitakesgf ) & imeda ( @maruyaaya ) <3
Day 7: Free theme
* The flowers softened your fall. Wake Joel up? yes ❤️ no
YIPPEE that was a fun week I hope we will do it again.
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@gribeansweek day 7, free theme (angst writer attempting fluff) (Ao3)
thank you to the organizers! (also lots of people were very nice to me this week and I am very shy so ty for that too ;;-;;)
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Grian and Joel are running and laughing, high-pitched giggling, lightheaded. The angry yelling of their latest prank victim is fading into the distance. "We're so dead!" Joel laughs, "I think he's actually going to kill us this time."
"No he won't," Grian giggles. "Ol' Doc's a softie, really. Otherwise, he would have killed me long before now."
"He's going to be finding frogs in his cellar for weeks!" Joel says, giddy with adrenaline.
"Like fun little presents!" Grian agrees.
The forest embraces them, trunks of tall proud oaks and narrow birches rushing past. Grass and bushes and creeping ferns slap at their shins and crush underfoot, but manage not to trip them. No, they do that to themselves when they leap over a fallen log and find the hill beyond is steeper than expected. They tumble downwards, crashing through the underbrush and landing tangled up together at the bottom of a moss-softened gully.
Joel lays there, still laughing. Grian's on his chest and groaning. The latter pushes himself upwards. The sun, shining brightly overhead, halos him through the forest canopy. He would look ethereal, Joel thinks, if not for all the sticks and burrs in his hair. Joel smiles up at him like he's drunk. "You look stupid."
Grian huffs a protest, spits green out of his mouth. "You look stupider," he smirks.
The air grows thick and syrupy.
Joel reaches up to card some debris out of Grian's hair, gentle and slow, tucking its texture into memory. Grian leans into it. He is staring at Joel with the kind of intensity that feels like he's seeing right down to the marrow, like he's reading Joel's very DNA. It makes his skin buzz. He meets Grian's scrutiny like a challenge, with a smile. A smile, and a palm on Grian's cheek to pull him down out of his head and remind him of the physical.
It isn't certain, and it doesn't matter, which one of them moves first. They kiss like an inevitability. Grian's lips are soft and certain, like they've already done this a hundred times. Maybe they have, and just forgotten. Breaths mingle as they pull apart, bump noses and check for certainty, then let themselves fall back together again. Joel wraps his arms around Grian and Grian melts against him. Something settles. A sighing, long-held breath exhales and sinks into soft green and gold.
@gribeansweek Last day is free theme. Today is our last day! This was a really fun event. I enjoyed it <3 Your reblogs with the comments were sweet. Thank you!
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[ repost bc the last one wasn’t showing up in the tags rip ]
Day seven: free theme - dancing [ now playing Bohemian Betyars - Hamu ]
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Thank you to the lovely @mitakesgf and @maruyaaya for organizing this event, it was a lot of fun 💜
I just love drawing dancing so much, it's so much fun. I wanted something fluffy and shippy for the final day and this song was released yesterday or the day before and l've been listening to it on repeat. It's a Hungarian song, so here's the translation
1 "Your lips swell from hunger.
Will you come with me or wait a little more?"
2 "I don't know when it's enough.
I'll grab you and let the dance start"
3 "Well why wouldn't I fall in love with you now?"
JULY 5 — DAY 7 OF GRIBEANS WEEK 2025
theme: free!! up to u!! | art @angelzhark <3
remember to tag us & #GribeansWeek2025! have fun for the last day!!
hurt/comfort
@gribeansweek day 6, ~1150 words
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They step through the portal into the new world and Grian freezes. Something is wrong.
He can't see.
He can't see.
He wasn't lying when he told the others he didn't have eyes, but it happened a lifetime ago and he's been using his..."powers", his "magic", to make up for it for so long that it's as natural as breathing. None of the Hermits (save Pearl and Mumbo, who Know) would have had any reason to think he wasn't joking. In all the years he's known most of them he's never had so much as a stumble to give himself away. Until now. Something is different about this world and he can't see.
"Grian?" That's Joel's voice. "What you doing?" Grian reaches for his powers, his composure, but it's like trying to catch smoke. What is happening?? He hears footsteps and Joel's voice, closer. "You alright there, lad?"
He has to answer, small and shaking, "No."
There's a hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"
Oh no, the shaking's getting worse. "I can't see."
"What d'you mean you can't see?"
"What do you think I mean, Joel?" he cries. And there goes his composure.
"Alright, alright," Joel tries, clumsily, to soothe him. His hand leaves Grian's arm as he turns to call for the others, and Grian flails and grabs hold of him before he can get too far, snatching a fistful of fabric. Joel is here and an anchor, and Grian isn't quite so proud that he won't admit to needing one.

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@gribeansweek Prompt 6: Rivals to Lovers / Hurt/Comfort
Ao3 Link
Day six : rivals to lovers / hurt/comfort
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I didn’t have any creative ideas for today’s prompt,, or well yesterday’s, but this time I’m only like 15 minutes late lmao. So take some unwilling watcher angst and comfort. It must be overstimulating to see everything all the time and you didn’t even ask to be able to do that, you were forced into that power and position
But I do have something a little bit bigger and a whole lot fluffier planned for day seven, the free theme day ! It’s a bit after midnight rn and I’m not tired yet, so I’ll try to at least sketch and maybe line that tonight
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GriBeans Week 2025: Day #6 [Rivals to Lovers]
Day 6 of @gribeansweek
Today's fic was inspired by @bidoofenergy's fic the worst part of being a goalie and @crownpastelyellow
If you would like to read the other gribean football fic I have wrote you can find it ... oh, here
Joel wishes he would go back to wherever he transferred from. Joel wasn’t paying attention to him, to the announcement, to his introduction, to anything about Schrodinger's blonde until their first practice where he couldn’t block a single shot.
AO3 Link
Word Count: 2.4k
Day 6: rivals to lovers / hurt/comfort
Kissing it better until it actually does.
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JULY 4 — DAY SIX OF GRIBEANS WEEK 2025
theme: rivals to lovers OR hurt/comfort || art by tabldottt twt :33 !
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had the idea of 'every one knows grian and joel are dating EXCEPT jimmy'
gribeans week day 5: fake relationship / secret
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Secret (festers)
@gribeansweek day 5 (ngl, I did not know what to do for this one, so uh...here.)
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It's the quick, stolen brushes of contact as they pass each-other in the blank white halls. Backs of hands touching and pinky fingers hooked together under the cover of a sweater sleeve. It's the looks exchanged across a room while the Eyes are busy droning. It's the fighting for the cameras, for the stress relief, for the hell of it. It's Joel in his green hoodie, enduring a berating from a white-coat Behavioral Specialist, fidgeting with a tiny snail carved out of soap. It's that same hoodie somehow finding its way underneath Grian's pillow.
It's sitting back-to-back after another round of testing and breathing, just breathing. It's the disavowing, the petty arguments, the avoiding each-other for three days straight until Grian has a nightmare and reaches out, instinctively. It's the fear, the knowledge that if the Panopticon finds out they will be torn apart. Separated and sent to different sectors, or forced together and forced to cram themselves inside expectations until they can no longer recognize each-other or themselves. It's the inability to stay the fuck away from each-other regardless of the consequences. It's painting themselves in red and green and pretending it's christmas in august.
It's finding the one place where the cameras don't see and the one time the white-coats aren't watching and crashing together like they're coming up for air. It's messy kisses, whispered wishes, holding tight as they can without leaving marks of their meeting. It's counting the seconds, the heartbeats, how long until they have to hold their breath again. It's breaking apart and blanking their faces and leaving in different directions. It's not-looking at each-other.
It's lying to everyone, and sitting at different tables, and Grian pretending not to notice when Joel stops eating again. It's Joel making fun of of the sores on Grian's hands, cruelty as a cover for the worry he can't quite keep hidden. It's complaining about the food and the furniture and talking about plans to dig a tunnel under the wall, in the offhand way the know the Eyes will find funny and nonthreatening. Like dogs performing for a treat.
It's hands, held vice-tight, and running running running don't stop running, alarms over the speakers and pounding chasing footsteps, keep running. Lights, locked doors, and broken windows. Blood trails and adrenaline. Fresh, cold air and darkness. Still running. Don't you dare let go of me. I'm never letting go of you again.