Broken Wings, Broken Hearts (How to Heal a Clipped Bird) [Hermitcraft Platonic Fanfiction]

Ever since going back to Hermitcraft from the Rift, the Hermits have planned different ways to prepare for Christmas. It’s the most joyous day of the year, so they can’t pass on the offer to wreak havoc.

Of course, Scar isn’t an exemption. He immediately starts whipping up new recipes for his new Christmas-themed Elven cookies and just like their predecessor, these have unique surprises in them that may or may not involve poison (there are some filled with milk, so it should be fine). This prank for the Hermits will be a really funny one!

When Grian startles him as usual, one thought occurs in Scar’s mind:Target acquired.

OR// A prank that went wrong opens up Grian’s old wounds that involves with a certain white rabbit andbread.

Warning!This fic contains non graphic self-harm at the start and mainly switched to alcohol addiction as an alternative to the first mentioned coping mechanism. It also contains talking about past trauma so if you're uncomfortable with these topics, proceed catiously or feel free to check other works for your own well-being.

This was originally posted onArchive of Our Owntwo years ago and decided to repost here on Royal Road only.