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Scar screwed up.
He royally screwed up.
And Grian was furious.
What once began as a regular prank war that the two regularly shared soon became an absolute wreck. That absolute wreck being what is left of Grian’s house.
His resources? Mostly gone aside from the select few he’d be able to salvage. His room? Still standing if you excuse the massive crater lying in the floor over above where the front of his house used to face. Everything else? An absolute mess scattered all over the floor mixed with dirt and rubble.
Scar had the bright idea to prank Grian by lighting a pile of TNT in front of his house. He was to place water over top of it at the last minute to drown the blast but to give Grian a good enough scare.
It would’ve worked. Grian would express his distaste for the prank but there wouldn’t be any real hard feelings. They’d soon laugh about it and continue on with their day.
But that is not the case.
That is not the case because Scar forgot to equip the water to put out the TNT. The sole item to diffuse the prank was instead an empty iron bucket. An empty iron bucket that he held while he looked Grian in the eyes—both petrified—as the TNT went off, blowing up the house, and killing them both.
Grian respawned in the comfort of his bed. Instead of his usual view he’d be met with, he was greeted with the massive crater that consumed the front of his house.
He had no words for what just happened. Anything he would’ve said was destroyed along with everything else in the blast. His emotions and reactions were still playing catch-up for what had just happened.
He had never found himself to be so upset to the point of being unresponsive completely. He’s been absolutely furious before, sorting out his problems through yelling and attacking the instigator. He’s been so upset that he pulled himself so far away from his people to cry himself to sleep in complete loneliness.
This time, he had no idea what to do. He couldn’t think of a proper reaction; nothing was coming to mind. His mind was still processing the mess in front of him and all around him.
Sure, some pranks have gone a little far and caused some destruction here and there. But nothing compares to the destruction of the house that one of them lives in. Where all of their belongings reside. Grian doesn’t even want to think about what valuables he lost.
It’s going to take so much time and resources to rebuild and replace what was destroyed. His motivation to do so has all but depleted in an instant.
Grian’s communicator began dinging repeatedly. It is very likely that all of the messages are from Scar, who was likely panicking from all the way back at his base. Grian did not have the energy to respond. He did not have the energy to do much of anything, at that.
So he sat and waited to wake up from this godawful dream.
—
“Grian? Grian!!”
Grian hadn’t even realized that he drifted off to sleep. He awoke to the same scene he fell asleep to, but this time with Scar standing in the middle. Usually the presence of Scar would bring some comfort to Grian. But after adjusting his eyes to the destruction that stood behind him, that feeling was not as apparent.
Scar stood in front of him wearing a pair of elytra with his hands and clothes stained by gunpowder from the rockets he used to fly over. He probably didn’t even have anything else in this inventory due to how fast he was trying to make it over here.
His face held a distraught expression as he frantically spilled out apology after apology. Promises of rebuilding everything and replacing all of the destroyed resources himself fit within the rambling one after another.
It hit Grian that he should’ve known that Scar would’ve never left him to deal with this mess all on his own. A sense of relief fell upon him, only slightly diminishing his original despair over the situation. He hadn’t realized how much he got into his head on the situation, so much to a point where he thought he was going to rebuild everything all alone.
The daze he found himself in prior had begun to disappear. In its wake was the anger that had been festering since the accident occurred.
“You’re damn right that you’ll be replacing all of this.” he yelled. Scar winced at the tone of his voice, but nodded along. “What were you even thinking, lighting all of that TNT without even having water in your inventory?”
“I, uh, thought that I had equipped the water before heading over.” Scar began to stammer out. “I guess I got a little distracted on my way over and completely forgot that part.”
“Absolutely, unbelievable.” Grian scoffed. He looked at the man in front of him, who wore a pitiful expression that fueled something in his core. He doesn’t see that expression very often. But something about it was drawing him in.
“Look, G, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I mean it, that I will replace everything all on my own. You don’t have to lift a finger.” Scar swore while slowly walking towards Grian. “Just please don’t stay mad at me.”
The pleading look in Scar’s eyes twisted something in his gut once again. He needed to get out of here. The situation. Scar. It was all too much.
“Just fix it.” That was all he could muster out before abruptly leaving his bed, fluffing out his wings, and flying out the hole that was once a wall. He couldn’t bear to see the sight any longer, nor could he muster up the energy to talk any further.
So he left Scar where he stood and ran away.
—
It was nearly nightfall when Grian made his way back to his house. He used his flight to relieve the stress and anger from the events prior. It helped enough to give him the energy to talk to Scar again as well as to offer some assistance in the matter.
He realized that it would be cruel to leave Scar with all of the work, despite the mess being his fault. But Grian knew that the destruction inflicted upon his base was not purposeful. He found it in his heart to not stay angry for too long.
It was always easy to forgive Scar. Grian wanted to blame that one unspoken thing but he swore to never acknowledge it.
Upon arrival at his demolished house, Grian was met with the presence of Scar who was working vigorously amongst the first floor to restore the groundwork. Behind him were various chests and shulker boxes, seemingly filled with resources gathered while Grian was gone.
“It’s looking better.” He stated, as he approached where Scar was working.
The latter jumped at the sudden presence, clutching at his chest to compose himself. “Oh my gosh, Grian. Give a man a warning first.”
Grian gave a faint chuckle at his response, which earned him a surprised look from Scar who completely stopped what he was working on. The solemn look appeared once again, presumably for remembering the anger expressed earlier that day. Whatever feeling that was inflicting onto Grian, he wanted it to stop. Or did he?
“Look, dude,” he wanted to change the subject. “It’s getting late, so you should probably head back to your base for the night.”
“What are you going to do?” Scar immediately questioned.
“Go to sleep? It’s been a long day.”
“In your house?”
“Yes? Where else–”
“Are you insane? You can’t sleep in your house when it’s in this condition. That’s not safe at all.” Scar was standing now, to face Grian completely.
“Well what do you suggest I do then? Pull an all-nighter? Find refuge at one of my neighbors' places?” Grian scoffed. He seriously had no clue what Scar was trying to get at.
“Stay at my place.”
Oh. Right. The obvious answer of course.
“I can’t invade your space like that man,” Grian began to object, but Scar cut him off.
“I literally blew up your house today, I don’t want to hear a thing from you.” Scar grabbed him by the hand to direct him back outside. “Let’s go.”
With no further protest, Grian allowed himself to be whisked away.
—
“Here we are, make yourself at home.” Scar announced upon arrival to his base. “I’ll show you to your room.”
Grian followed while taking in his surroundings. He’s been to Scar’s place plenty of times, but being led beyond just the lounging area was new territory to him.
The interior matched the rustic look that is found in all of Scar’s builds. It’s entire feeling being an extension of Scar himself. Grian found it comforting and familiar.
The room he was led to held that same presence as the rest of the house. Despite his anger from earlier in the day, he found himself almost completely relaxed.
“You can stay here for as long as needed while I work on fixing your base. You have access to everything that I own during your time here.” Scar shouted out while heading out into the hall, heading towards a direction Grian assumed was his own bedroom.
Within moments, he reappeared with a pile of clothes in his arms, placing them in the chest next to the bed. “Here are some clothes for you to borrow. I’ll bring some of yours back with me tomorrow for you to keep here during your stay.”
“Thank you, Scar,” Grian yawned, his exhaustion from the day quickly catching up to him. Scar took note of it, heading towards the doorway.
“Get some rest, G. I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” Scar gave a small smile to him. With that he left, closing the door behind him, and leaving Grian all alone.
Grian wasted no time getting ready for sleep. He slipped on the new clothes given to him then climbed into the bed awaiting him in the corner.
Slumber was already clouding his mind. The stresses of the day were beginning to fade away. In their wake remained Scar.
Scar was all around him. His presence was in the clothes Grian wore. The bed and room he slept in. He completely took over his mind.
Don’t get him wrong, Grian was still absolutely furious about the whole situation revolving Scar. But there was something about him, something about that look in his eyes, that made it almost impossible to stay upset. Whatever it was, was to remain unspoken.
Sleep pulled him completely in. And if Grian dreamt about those pleading, green eyes. Then that was something he would never admit out loud.
—
Over the span of the next few days, Grian quickly learned that his situation was not as bad as he initially thought it to be.
Scar was doing everything in his power to make things up to Grian, aside from rebuilding his house of course. He would bring gifts upon his arrival back home. He would cook amazing meals to satisfy Grian’s hunger. And above all else, he kept that pitiful expression on his face.
The expression that begs for forgiveness. The expression that pleads for a change in Grian’s emotions. He didn’t know what it was about it that drew him in but for whatever reason, Grian craved more of it. More than he’d ever admit.
So if Grian pretended to stay angry to see more of that look, then that was a secret for him to keep to himself. Sure he may be considered a bad person for abusing this power but so be it. Consider it Scar’s punishment for the state of his house currently.
In truth, Grian forgave Scar the night of the accident. After giving himself the rest of the day to cool off and then being greeted by the kind and caring presence of Scar, the whole anger towards the scenario completely faded away.
But he was willing to keep up the act as long as Scar continued to look at him that way. It was the most he’d allow himself to indulge in those unspoken feelings towards his friend that he’d never let himself truly acknowledge in a normal setting.
Scar was his friend. One of his best friends, if not the best. He was someone he found himself growing immediately close to within a short period of time. Grian couldn’t throw all of that away over the sake of stupid feelings.
But he could allow himself to drink in the moment. Enjoying the domestic routine the two found themselves in with their new predicament. Allowing the slightest bit of excitement when it came to the way Scar would look at him.
It probably didn’t do his heart any good, but that was an issue for a later day. For now, he would let himself give in.
Scar came home within minutes of the sun setting. He did not arrive empty handed, as he came with yet another gift and ingredients for an amazing meal for his guest.
To maintain the upset facade, Grian greeted him with a nod which earned him that sad smile from Scar as he entered the living space. Making sure to mask his reaction, Grian cheered internally.
They went through dinner, with little conversation. Scar had officially begun repairs to the walls of the house. Within a few days time he would finally be done and Grian would be able to go back home—much to his dismay.
After dinner, the two followed their newfound routine of heading up to their respective rooms together. This time Scar lingered in the doorway of Grian’s room.
“What’s up with you?” Grian asked, watching as Scar had to pull himself out of whatever the focus of his zoning out was.
“Oh nothing important,” he sighed, giving a small smile. “Just tired is all. I’ll see you in the morning.” He did not leave yet. He stayed in the doorway just a bit longer. There was clearly something on his mind.
“You’re lying”
“I promise–”
“Scar.”
Scar gave a sigh of defeat. He walked into the room and found a place sitting on the edge of Grian’s temporary bed. Grian stayed standing, now directly in front of the sitting man.
Scar looked up with that look in his eyes. It did things to Grian’s heart. That unspoken thing was longing to be acknowledged upon every interaction the two had.
“Are you still upset with me?”
That question tore Grian out of his thoughts. Of course Scar was still worried.
“I know what I did was upsetting to you. Trust me when I say that I understand your anger. But please, don’t stay angry at me. I can’t bear the thought of you being upset with me.” With that last remark, Scar took Grian’s hands in his own, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
Grian found himself at a loss for words with the whole situation. He’s completely infatuated with the beauty of the man in front of him. The gentle way he’s holding him. That pleading and caring look on his face. Everything about him was drawing him in. His thoughts couldn’t process anything else.
“Please, if there is anything that I can do to make this up to you. Tell me. At this point, I would do anything. Anything, just for your forgiveness.”
Grian’s self-restraint ran thin. All he wanted was to indulge in the man in front of him.
So he did.
Grian dove in. Hands cupping Scar’s cheeks, pulling them close till their lips met. He let the moment last for a few seconds, before pulling away and looking Scar in the eye. “Then make it up to me.”
He pulled back completely, admiring the flustered view in front of him. Scar sat frozen in front of him. Moments passed as he stammered out incoherent phrases, his mind completely fried.
The haze Grian found himself in completely faded, soon being replaced by the horror of his actions.
“Oh my god.” he breathed out. All of his fears splayed out right in front of him. “Scar I am so sorry, please forget that even happened.” He started to blabber out more apologies, turning to run out the door.
A firm hand grasped his wrist before he could run too far.
“Scar, please–” He was cut off by Scar's lips on his own. Grian found himself relaxing, beginning to melt into the kiss.
Scar pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against Grian’s. “Please don’t run away. I’m sorry I froze.” He leaned in once more to reconnect their lips again.
“Its just. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been wanting this.” he breathed out between kisses. And that gave Grian all the reassurance he needed.
He allowed his arms to snake up around Scar’s neck, whose own wrapped around Grian’s waist. After the initial testing of the water, each kiss became more confident, more passionate.
Grian found himself being pulled towards the direction of the bed, where he was then pushed back to lay down. He was allowed a few moments to adjust his wings for comfort, before Scar was back on him.
That unspoken thing was becoming unraveled by the second. Every kiss was fueled by all the feelings, the passion, the love, the two felt for each other. Years of dancing around the subject came crashing down upon them. And Grian and Scar were not to waste a second of it.
Scar nipped at Grian’s bottom lip, who responded by opening his mouth slightly as an invitation. Scar gave in immediately, licking into Grian’ mouth, determined to learn every inch of Grian that he was given.
And Grian was willing to give him absolutely everything.
Grian was completely losing himself in the sensation of having Scar all around him. It was all he ever dreamed of. Feelings he pushed down were finally free. He allowed himself to fully drink in every ounce of love sent his way.
Grian tugged at the hair at the nape of Scar’s neck, which earned him a gasp in response. He drank it in like wine. Every kiss, every noise, every movement from the man above him fueled his hunger for more.
Grian wrapped his legs around Scar’s waist, pulling them impossibly closer together. Their chests and hips were flush against each other. At this point Grian couldn’t tell if he was feeling his heart beating throughout his body, or if it was Scar’s. Or if their heartbeats had simply become one.
Every motion brought the two inches closer to uncharted territory. The deeper they kissed, the closer they pushed together, the more passion built up in their cores. It was already becoming apparent just how worked up they had become.
Grian’s lungs screamed out in pain, longing for air. But kissing Scar was too intoxicating for him to care. He had looked forward to this moment far too long to give it up so soon.
Eventually, the need to breathe won. Grian slowly began to pull away to catch his breath. Upon their separation for the sake of Grian’s lungs, Scar continued his kisses down his jaw then his neck. Grian breathed out in satisfaction.
“Scar, how are you–ah–so good at this?” He spoke between breaths, not receiving any relief from Scar’s attacks on his neck.
Finally, Scar pulled back to look at him properly. His hair was tousled, pupils were blown wide, and face completely flushed. The look he had on his face made Grian want to dive in once more. The view in front of him was absolutely beautiful.
Scar gave a small chuckle. “What can I say? They don’t call me Mr. GoodTimes for nothing.”
Both of them froze.
“Oh my god, I did not just say that.”
Grian burst out laughing. Scar tried shushing him, but was failing miserably.
“Please forget I said that. No one even calls me that anyways. I swear.” He began rambling. Grian found it adorable. “In all honesty, I have no idea what I’m doing and you looking at me like that is making me very nervous and—”
Grian cut him off with a short, sweet kiss, then greeted the frazzled man above him with a toothy grin. Scar melted with that look, ducking his head into the crook of Grian’s neck.
“You’re too much for me.” He laughs out, rolling on his side while keeping his eyes set on Grian. “I swear I cannot function when I am around you.”
“I think that’s fairly evident with your failed prank that blew up the front of my place.” Grian winked at him. Scar sat up in shock for such matters being brought up at this moment.
Grian cackled at the reaction, pulling Scar back towards him into another kiss. “I may have forgiven you for that, but don’t think that I will ever let you live that down.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then I’ll have you know that I knew you forgave me long ago.” Scar grinned into the kiss.
“What are you even talking about?”
“You’re not very subtle with your looks you give me.” Grian froze. “I could absolutely tell that you just loved to see me with that pathetic look in my eyes.”
“I–uh, I have no idea what you mean.” Grian choked out, completely mortified. Scar unfortunately could read him like a book.
Scar barked out a laugh. “I caught on to your scheme very early on, mister. That’s why I would come back here looking more and more pitiful everyday. Just for you.” He winked with that last remark.
Grian groaned out, his embarrassment not ceasing one bit. “Oh my god that is not true. And to think I was actually starting to feel bad for you!”
“Feeling bad, I’m sure. You liked seeing me that way, admit it. Plus it helped me get my way, so I’d say we both won.”
“Please stop talking about it.”
“If I don’t get to live down blowing up your house, then you don’t get to live down that. Fair is fair.” Scar smirked before diving in for more kisses.
“You’re still rebuilding my house by the way. You haven’t been relieved of your duties just because of this.”
“I know.” Scar hummed, pulling Grian closer. “Anything to keep you here with me.”
“You’re insufferable.” Grian mumbled out, not fighting back against the attack he was now facing.
“Mmm, but you love me.” Scar spoke against his lips. Grian couldn't disagree. The man knew him too well.
There was no use in trying to fight it. Despite the embarrassment and the stress Scar causes him. Grian was right where he wanted to be.
Kisses became slower as the minutes went by. Scar eventually pulled the covers over the two entangled bodies—neither of them bearing to separate for even the slightest second.
Sleep was calling for Grian, despite how much he wanted to stay in this moment. But he knew that there were to be many more moments in the days upon them. Plus he could only fight sleep for so much longer.
Scar was completely surrounding him, much like the first night he stayed here. But this time, Scar was here with him too. He was in the arms of the man he loved and he couldn’t ask for anything more.
And if all it took was his house blowing up for this all to happen. Then Grian would let his house blow up a hundred times more.
The unspoken thing was now out there. There was no hiding it now.
But Grian was perfectly okay with that.
And with that, Grian finally let sleep take him.