Archive of Our Own

Summary:

He didn’t usually come back this late. Grian should’ve realized that was mistake number one. The rift he used to go back and forth from his apartment emerged out from an access door into a sketchy back alleyway, but his apartment was only a ten-minute walk, and he'd figured it would be fine. He had to teach a lecture tomorrow, and while he could've stayed home and flown back up in the morning, he would've had to rush back to his apartment for his notes and laptop anyway, so he'd figured it would be fine. That had lasted up until some drunken thugs happened to be hanging out in the alleyway and slammed him into the brick wall with his wings pinned. Folded wings with force against a hard surface? Painful. Very, very painful.
When he screamed, he managed to catch the attention of the local superhero, though, so there's that.
It's just a shame his voice was so unnervingly familiar.

{In which Scar saves his crush from a mugging, Doc is overprotective of his pesky bird for a good reason, and Grian gets the beginnings of a (terribly) wonderful idea.}

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Podfic of Amethystfairy1's fic "Back Alley Heartthrob"