That Grityn Feathers Guy

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and then my school blocked ao3

and I cant read the rest of the series-

if you could find a way to like put it onto Tumblr or something I would literally love you forever and ever

That did not stop the soft thud of a pair of shoes landing on the ground behind him. He knew that landing uncomfortably well, better than he probably should've.

"If you're planning to kill me, Grian, you could at least be a little more subtle about it."

"I'm not here to kill you," Grian's response was quick, like he'd known that Martyn would've assumed that. He can't possibly begin to consider why he'd do that. "Not yet."

Not yet.

Martyn turned to look at him. He looked silly, a leather jacket on top of a red cardigan like the two clothing items matched. Not that Martyn looked formal either, but it was funny nonetheless. He was surprised to see that the man's sunglasses actually sat on his eyes for once. He couldn't see his expression fully because of them.

"Just because your friends are dead, doesn't mean I'll come trotting along with you, you know."

"They were your friends too."

"You should've known they wouldn't have lasted, reckless the two of them. I figured that out before they died," He figured that out when he'd died trying to get him away from them. Grian hadn't come, Martyn had died, now Grian's allies were dead completely.

The last time Martyn had tried to save Grian from someone, he'd died for that too. This time, Grian's friends were dead first. Now Grian stood in front of him.

"I knew."

"Right, you also know that my current ally wants your head right? You know, for all of the things you and your allies did?" It is not the first time this has happened.

"I know."

"So?"

Martyn does not know what he wants Grian to say. Anything, really. Martyn himself wants to say he told him so. He doesn't. Grian stares at him and Martyn can't see his eyes because his stupid looking sunglasses are covering them.

The last time he'd been allies with Grian, all their friends died before them. The last time he'd tried to save Grian, he had died as well. He's not sure how things were better when he'd been busy trying to prove himself to Cleo, but that hadn't ended well either.

He was still waiting for an answer.

"I'm a nosey neighbor now." Grian turned away. It was not an answer. "Just thought I'd let you know."

"They're not much better, you know that right? They're always getting into trouble with everyone, even their allies."

"I know." He did not look back at Martyn, "I just needed a new team, since my friends kicked the bucket, and most everyone wants my head."

Martyn, kind of, also wanted his head. All of his own allies did, after all, so they wouldn't be too pleased about letting him waltz into a room with them. He wondered if Grian had considered at any point coming to him and Scott. He doubted it.

The last time he'd thought about saving Grian, the man hadn't wanted to be saved. This time, his friends had died, and he found new ones again. He did not want to be saved again.

"I'm going to kill Scott. I don't know when, but I'm going to keep trying whenever I can. Just thought you should know." Grian still did not look at him, "You knew last time when I wanted to kill your friend, after all."

"I'll kill you for that."

"Maybe."

"I will."

Grian shrugged, "Maybe."

Martyn did not speak a third time. Grian nodded once, then flew off. He did not say goodbye. Martyn never expected him to.

He was never going to save Grian, he thinks. He doesn't like to be saved. It's not as fun.

ive just found your tumblr and wanted to tell you something that ive wanted to for a while.

all of the fics ive read of yours ive absolutely loved. but i especially love the entire mvgfic series.

i first found it near the very beginning (i believe before the initial fic had even been completed) and was immediately in love with it. i fell out of the fandom around the time "and tomorrow you'll wake me up for eggs" was being completed.

ive re-read the whole series up to that point i think four times, and individual fics from it many more times. i also have everything up to there downloaded to read when i go on trips.

i recently got back into hermitcraft and everything related, and have yet to re-read and catch up on the whole series, but i plan to soon.

this has been and remains to be one of my three favorite series ever. even when out of the fandom, i thought back on this au fondly multiple times.

sorry for the long ask, but all this to say, i absolutely adore this au and all of your other works, and you are one of my favorite fic authors. thank you, and i hope you have a lovely day <3

Somehow, some way, the tides of fate have decided that the final two are not that which we've grown to know. Grian and Martyn are the last two survivors, and they've decided to make it their goal to keep the other alive to live with regret, rather than take a victory through blood.

Absolutely obsessed with the idea of making a texture pack that turns all of the villagers/illagers into overworld piglins, but boar style instead of pig style. Desperately need fluffy boar villagers, and since there are some biomes that make them dress differently, they could have different fur colours as well.