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The city's famous hero had once again found himself chasing after the cunning vigilante known as CuteGuy, wings helping him easily escape the clutches of the archer. HotGuy had been doing this dance with the vigilante for years now, and considers him a friend of his一although he had to admit that he one time did have a crush on the cunning avian, but all those feelings were long gone now. Now, he had a husband that he loved more than anything.
Feathers flew in the wind as they came off of CuteGuys wings, some of them flying into HotGuys face, making him splutter and curse at the avian. CuteGuy would slow down somewhat to look back at HotGuy and laugh at him, a light pink visible on his cheeks as he turned to continue his escape.
It was all mainly an act for them, since HotGuy had zero intention to turn him into the agency, knowing what they’d do to his friend. So to get them off his back, HotGuy would always be the one to pick up the chases and pretend like he gave it his all but the avian still manages to escape him. The agency never pries of course, he’s their golden boy一the star in the public eye. Anytime he messed up they would cover it up. Anytime he would fail they would present it as an impossible situation that no one could deal with. So he stayed within the spotlight of the public's attention.
He sometimes felt like that's all he was nowadays, a simple poster boy to give the public something to believe in. But he knew his reality. They stopped assigning him dangerous missions or rescues, with the excuse that another hero was more fit for the situation when he knew they weren’t. Now he only had one assignment, capture the vigilante. At any cost.
The chase had been going on for close to fifteen minutes before they decided to call it quits and landed on their infamous rooftop for their post-chase chats.
“Your feathers seem to like my face” HotGuy groaned, picking out the smaller feathers that had nestled into his hair. CuteGuy extended his wings behind him and gave them a quick shake, letting the remaining loose feathers fall out,
“I haven’t preened my wings in a while, so there's plenty of loose ones in here” The vigilante sighed as he glanced back at his pink tipped wings. “It’ll be a pain to do though” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.
“You don’t have anyone you trust enough to help you do it?” The archer questioned, noting how CuteGuys body froze for a quick moment.
“I..I have people I trust, just.. Only one person who isn't family knows I'm an Avian and he’s just afraid to even to do it,” CuteGuy let out a huff of laughter and the thought of his friend “he’s afraid he’ll permanently damage my wings if he preens them”
He heard the bark of laughter that came from his companion beside him and turned his head to find HotGuy with his head tilted back and leaning on his hands behind him, laughing. CuteGuy couldn’t help but stare, admiring the curve of HotGuys jawline and angle of his neck. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn so he tore his gaze away from the archer and focused on the sunset in front of them.
HotGuy recovered from his fit of laughter and mirrored the vigilantes position of watching the mix of orange and red painting the sky. It was a sight and experience he never wanted to lose一Watching the sunset with his friend after another successful friendly chase. But all good things had to come to an end at one point or another. He sighed and stood up, brushing the dust of his costume and glancing at CuteGuy一 whose focus was still on the cities skyline. “As much as I'd love to stay watching this beautiful sight with you, I have to get home. My partner gets upset when I’m not home in time for dinner.” CuteGuy hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at the archer out of the corner of his eye before standing up as well.
“Well then I suppose this when we depart for today” He stretched his arms out in front of him and his wings back. “Good chase today. See you around, Hottie” The vigilante tossed out the nickname and a wink before taking off to the sky.
HotGuy stood still for a moment, watching the retreating form of his friend in the sky before turning around to start his journey home.
When Scar arrived at the balcony of his home, he spotted Grian in the kitchen making their dinner, smiling as he noted the pinch of eyebrows, making the annoyed face that he adored to see.
He slipped open the balcony door and stepped inside, catching Grians attention. His gaze tore away from the recipe book in front of him to look at his husband.
“Hey,” He smiled, making his way over to Scar, “how was patrol?” He raised his hands up to remove his partner's visor, allowing void eyes to meet emerald ones.
“Same as all the rest of them. Show up, chase CuteGuy and purposely avoid catching him and then rest for a moment before coming home to you” Scar wrapped his arms around the professor and nuzzled his face into his shoulder.
“Sounds just as entertaining as last night” Grian murmured into Scars hair. Scar hummed and pressed light kisses to the nape of Grians neck, dragging his mouth up towards his face and pressing a kiss on the side of his lips.
“What’re you making?”
The professors lips twitched upwards at the kiss, “One of those really yummy salads from that cookbook you got me for our anniversary”
Scar perked up, “Is it the chicken one with the crispy bread pieces?”
Grian laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, “Yes” Scar made a small celebration move before pulling back.
“I'm going to get changed while you do that.”
“If you need any help let me know, okay?” Grian raised his eyebrows at him to indicate he was serious.
Scar raised his hands in defense and walked towards their bedroom, collapsing down on the bed and laying there for a moment. He was always exhausted after patrol and had started to wonder why he even bothered to continue being a hero since his only mission was capturing CuteGuy. He sighed and sat up, leaning down to remove his leg braces and place them to his side, grabbing his cane instead and moving his braces to the closet. As he was grabbing more comfortable clothes to replace his hero costume, he noticed a bag tucked away in the dark corner of Grians side of their large closet, his brows furrowed in confusion and his heart was telling him to go check it. But he shrugged it off and grabbed his clothes, deciding that it was probably old clothes that he had forgotten to donate.
He finished getting changed and walked back to the kitchen, the sound of his cane alerting Grian that he was coming back. Grian turned to him with a beaming smile.
“I’m almost done here, so go rest on the couch and find something for us to watch while we eat.”
Scar stopped, a semi-hurt expression resting on his scarred face, “You sure? I..I can help you out.”
Grian paused his cooking to walk towards him, resting his hands on Scars cheek and smiling as the brunette nuzzled his face into them. “I'm sure. You’re exhausted, I can tell. And resting is the best thing you could do to help.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to Scar's nose.
Scars shoulders slumped and he pulled back, “Fine…I’ll go find something to watch.”
Grian watched him move towards the living room, “Thank you, my love. I’ll be done in ten”
As Grian resumed his task of dinner, Scar flopped down on the couch next to Jellie, who perked up and moved to cuddle with him. Scar smiled as she got comfortable in his lap, resting a hand on her fur and gently scratching her. He picked up the remote next to him and began to flip through movies and shows on various platforms before finally settling on ‘The Arrow’ as Grian brought their dinner and sat next to him.
He handed Scar his bowl and took a moment to give Jellie a few scratches before resting his head on his lover's shoulder. “..I'm glad you have less missions now” He muttered as he poked his salad.
Scar paused and glanced at him, “Why’s that?”
“Because we get more evenings like this where I actually get to be with you instead of worrying about your safety”
Scar placed his fork down and put his shoulder around the professor, "I'm glad too. I’d prefer this over any mission any day.” He mumbled as he pressed a light kiss to Grians temple. Grian snuggled a little closer to him and began eating his food and focusing on their show.
Scar watched him for a little while before doing the same. But a small part of his consciousness was nudging at him to check that bag in their closet, but he shoved it down. Whatever was in that bag could wait till another day.