FLUFF WARNING! <3 (There is no smut in the story, I do not feel comfortable writing it but I will write fluff)

(Xisuma's P.O.V)

"G-GET OFF OF M-ME RIGHT NOW!"

The shadow just laughed at the desperate attempts of the phoenix hybrid thrash in his grasp.

"You little bird, you will never be still won't you?"

It laughed and tightened its grasp.

I was struggling to breathe, the edge of my vision fading into black slowly, the black edging closer and closer. The black started to fade more into my vision and I had a feeling that I got pushed back into my own head. The shadow was gone. But I was not in control. My body started walking towards Grian's room. I tried to fight against it, but it was no use. My body kept edging closer, without my control. 

A low snarl emitted from my mouth even though I didn't say anything. I felt like I was in the passenger seat of a car, out of control and any options than just to watch through the purple-tinted visor. I felt powerless and uncontrollable, still inching towards the room with Grian and Mumbo sleeping in it. 

Suddenly a figure appeared in the hallway.

"Hey X!"

I gained control for a bit and the shadow got pushed back, where I was before.

"Hello, Cleo."

"Why are you going to Grian's room? I thought you were going to treat Iskall's injuries?"

I bit my lip and my wings dimmed. I decided to not tell anyone. Yet. 

"Oh, I just want to check on Grian and see how he is doing!"

"Ok, sure! They look super cute inside!" Says Cleo in a high, squeaky voice.

"There is no doubt about that," I said after walking towards Iskall's room again.

(Timeskip :3)

I walked out of Iskall's room, his sweet little cute face with white ears still imprinted in my mind. I wandered around aimlessly until I came to the entrance of the grand building I built so we can settle until the hatchlings grow up and build their own bases. For now, we are just living in one big building, happy than ever. What possibly can go wrong now?

(Timeskip for 20 years later)

(Third Person)

EVERYTHING WENT WRONG. The cheeky snow dragon hybrid was much more mischievous than you thought. This is how season 6 went. Grian planned his base, built it. Wanted to take Mumbo's facial hair away, then did it with the destachinator 3000. Started a chaotic headhunt. Started a war, won the war then started demise. Became a real dragon bro topped off with a black dragon head over his feathery ears and horns. Then Iskall won demise and got killed by Grian by his hatred of diorite. Ended the season there and he proceeded to fly to the next season. Season 7 of Hermitcraft.

(Grian's P.O.V)

I kept flying. My leathery wings were aching from the hours of flying, but I knew I had to get there. Suddenly, an island came into view. There were already several hermits there already waiting for the others to arrive. I tilted my wings and started to position myself into a sharp nosedive. I dove down towards the island.

Someone came into my flight path. I was going too fast to stop myself. I flapped a few times to slow down, but that just made it worse because I was flapping the opposite way. I collided right into Mumbo. We stumbled a few blocks and ended up in an awkward position with me on top of him. I felt heat travel up into my cheeks as his cheeks lit into a bright crimson. I suppose mine is the same. 

"Get off each other, lovebirds." Said Doc roughly.

I scrambled to my feet and turned away, using my wings to hide my obvious blush. Mumbo was probably doing the same. I was interrupted as X, the leader started to introduce the new season and the mooshroom island which we were going to into our shopping district for the season. I turned away to the jungle and flew there, alone. I sat up against a tree.

"Is it just me? Mumbo must not share the same feelings? Or does he?"

I shook my head. He would never. Never in a million moons.

Ok! Here is the third chapter. I was hoping for more views but 10 is an improvement I think;') Enjoy it as I do!

See ya soon, my little Wyrmlings!

~Luna

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