Hey look I'm finally writing this, I made so much art for it but I never published it lol
Might make this a separate thing, depends on how long it gets~
Also not 100% on the name please put suggestions in the comments :/

TRIGGER WARNING: smol blood mention

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World Hub
(S6 time period)

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Everything was going normally until a tiny something, Grian wasn't sure what it was, bit Doc on the neck. The creeper immediately slapped whatever it was  with a grunt of pain, then wiped a bit of black blood of of his neck.
Grian blinked. "Uh, Doccy? What was that? A really big mosquito or something?"
Doc shrugged, wiping the blood on his lab coat. He pulled a long, stinger-like thing out of where the thing bit him and put it in his pocket for later review.
They kept walking for a few minutes, when Doc stumbled, leaning on the nearest wall.
"Doc?! What's wrong?" Grian yelped, darting over to help him stand. Doc made a hissing noise and pointed at his neck. Spreading from the bite wound, his veins were turning a very bright lime green instead of the usual black. Grian yelped again. "Was that thing some kind of poison dart?" The winged hermit urgently pointed at an ally with a wingtip, "Let's get out of the open and see what happened here."
Doc muttered something about being fine, but let Grian help him into cover.

In the ally, Grian poked his head out and glanced around, before giving Doc a bucket of milk and taking some of the newly lime green blood in a bottle for testing when they got back home.
He was putting this bottle in his inventory, when Doc made a stifled whimper of pain.
Grian spun around, kneeling down to see what was wrong. The poison, or, what Grian assumed was poison had spread through Doc almost completely, despite the emptied bucket of milk next to him.
That was when he fell onto his side and started writhing.
Grian stepped back, after almost being smacked with Doc's tail, when he noticed that spikes were erupting from his spine. His normal claws doubled in length, and ram-like horns sprouted from his head. Then the wings came in. The ripped through his lab coat, stretching upward as Doc let loose a cry of anguish. He quintupled in size, his legs vanished, and he grew a deadly-looking barbed spike on his tail-tip.
Grian gaped at what was in front of him. Where his boyfriend, Doc, had once laid, there was an absolutely massive, easily thirty feet long, emerald green lindworm curled on its side.
Or his side, the hermit guessed.

In about ten or fifteen minutes, the dragon blinked his eyes open, whimpering a little.
Gri carefully patted him on the leg (arm?) to get his attention.
Doc turned his head to look at him. Then his eyes widened, and his wings started trembling with what Grian assumed was fear.
The small hermit soothingly stroked Doc's side. He was scared too, but he would be strong for his boyfriend's sake. "Okay Doccy, I have no idea how this happened, but it's okay. So please calm down and don't set anything on fire." Doc blinked slowly, then took a shaky deep breath, nodding slightly. Grian smiled. "Now, let's get you out of here. I'll contact the hermits, they'll help fix you."

After Doc had dragged himself into an empty superflat world, Grian pulled out his communicator and called up X.

"This is Xisumavoid, Hermitcraft SMP admin, what do you need?" Answered the the turtle hybrid. Grian grinned.
"Hi X. It's Grian. Me and Doc got in a bit of trouble in the World Hub, and escaped into a superflat world. There was some kind of poison dart and he got turned into a dragon or something. Can you come pick us up?"
X made an alarmed noise. "What?! You glitched out a little there, what happened to Doc?! There was a dragon?! Where are you?!"
Grian checked the screen of his device, and yes, there was a bit of interference with their call.
"I said, Doc needs help! We're in trouble, Doc's a dragon, we're in a superflat world, come pick us up! I'm gonna go get a sheep or something before we get so hungry he decides to eat me."

Back at Hermitcraft, X furrowed his brow. Grian had been glitching out, so all X could hear was something along the lines of "Doc... in trouble... dragon... come... I'm gonna... before... he decides to eat me." The message itself was not what alarmed X the most, it was what his brain filled in between the gaps. As far as he could tell, Grian was in trouble, Doc had been eaten by a dragon, Grian escaped but the dragon was gonna eat him next, and he needed the hermits to come help him.
X quickly relayed the message to the rest of the hermits and got ready to go dragon hunting.

In the superflat world, Grian was teaching Doc how to fly.
"Okay, so you gotta launch yourself in the air with a big flap like this," Grian showed by doing so himself,  "then you can go higher by flapping your wings like that a lot. You gotta do a spinny motion with them to hover." Once again, Grian did so himself. Doc nodded skeptically, then beat his wings hard, thrusting himself in the air. He didn't quite get his tail off the ground, however, so he fell back down with a grunt.
After a half hour of trying, Doc was finally airborne. After another full hour of trying, the two flew out of the superflat world, back into the World Hub.
What they were not expecting was a small army of people in dragon-hunting gear, menacingly wielding crossbows, diamond swords, diamond axes, and other weapons. One had a huge, double-bladed battle axe, with the distinct enchantment of dragon's bane curling around it. The one next to the axe-bearer was someone holding two tridents, one with a fire enchantment, one with an ice enchantment. Those two were standing at the head of the army.
Grian gasped, then quickly guided Doc to a nearby roof.
The two exchanged a look. A look of fear, a look of steely determination, a look of love.

Doc was being hunted.

And Grian would do everything he could to protect him.

The pair leaped into the nearest inhabited world.

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I think I like dramatic endings too much.
...Yeah I like dramatic endings too much.
Lol
If you have any questions about how certain things happened, please ask! :D
Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Please ignore the cringey poetic bit at the end, I am not proud of that qwq.

~Chat, signing off, for now!~