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mochiwrites · 14 hours

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something about scar keeping the apartment the same while grian was missing makes me emotional cuz ofc scar always holds out hope grian would come home

do you have any thoughts on that first visit back to the apartment after grian escapes the watchers?

it makes me SO emotional ;w; scar held onto that hope for soso long ueueueueue

but that first visit back… ough, it’s incredibly emotional for both of them. grian is really hit by the familiarity of everything and is so touched by the fact that nothing in the apartment changed. he can go through every bit of it and recall some sort of memory tied to it. and scar is just so happy to see grian in their apartment again:

While standing in their bedroom, back to the door, Grian marvels at the sight before him. Just like the rest of the apartment, nothing has been touched. The room is the same, as Grian remembered leaving it. He even spots a certain cat curled up on their blankets, and he smiles. He looks at the bookshelf by his side of the bed, walking up to it. Grian brushes his fingers along the spines, noticing the lack of dust on them.

“Scar you—”

He’s stopped by two arms wrapping around his waist from behind, a weight dropping on his shoulder. From the corner of his eye he can spot a head of brown hair.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Scar questions quietly, his voice shaking and so soft. Grian lowers his hand, moving to set it on Scar’s arm. In response, Scar brings him closer, back pulling tightly to chest. “You’re really here, in our home.”

“I’m here, Scar,” he answers gently, leaning back against him. “I’m home.”

Scar pressed his face more along the crook of Grian’s neck, and the breath he takes in is one that trembles, unsteady. “I didn’t know… Void G, I didn’t know if you’d ever come back to me,” he murmurs. “Every day I hoped and waiting, but I was terrified something happened to you. That I lost you forever.”

Grian’s heart breaks for him, for all of the waiting he was put through. “I’m sorry.” For being stupid enough to believe Them. For leaving you alone for so long. For hurting you with my absence. All of it. “I am so sorry, Scar.”

“Oh, Grian no, darling no.” Scar squeezes him, fervently shaking his head. “You do not get to apologize for being kidnapped by godly beings who invaded your server, mister. In fact, I’m making it illegal,” he declares.

Despite the overwhelming wave of emotion falling over him, Grian snorts. “Illegal? I don’t think you have that kind of authority.”

Scar chuckles, “I do now.” He quiets then, moving to press his lips to the skin of Grian’s neck. “But please… don’t apologize for that, lovebird. It wasn’t your fault.”

Grian doesn’t answer, biting the inside of his cheek. It certainly feels like it was his fault. Sure, he may not have asked to be kidnapped but… hadn’t he still welcomed it, in a way? He has a feeling Scar may not like that thought very much. So he leaves it, sinks into his husband’s embrace. He’s missed this so much. So, so much.

He leans into the sweet trail of kisses that Scar plants on his neck, moving his hand to intertwine their fingers.

“I’m really happy to be home,” Grian tells him, leaning his head against Scar’s. He lets his eyes shut for a moment, knowing that he’s completely safe with his Scar.

He feels Scar’s lips press one last lingering kiss to just below his jaw. “I’m happy you’re home too,” Scar whispers. “So happy, words can’t even describe it.”

They stand like that for a while, just holding each other. In some ways, it feels like Grian never left.

#mochi speaks #secret husbands au #scarian #hermitshipping #mochi writes #because why not throw my writing tag on here tehe #it started as a ramble but then the image of scar hugging grian was too clear #I had to write it out

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boxbugdotcom · 2 days

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poo poo pee pee oooohh you wanna tal;k about mumscarian asooooo bad ouuhohhhhh you wanna discuss tehem and tyour headcannons on them SOOO ABADDDD

OUHH I WANNA TALK ABOUT MUMSCARIAN SOOOOO BAD

(guys, obviously this is not about the content creators, those are real people. this is all about the characters!! ty 🫶)

guys literally ENOUGH trying to chose between Grumbo or Scarian or Redscape. they all have two hands. And it’s not Just Grumbo + Scar or Scarian + Mumbo, THEY ALL HAVE WONDERFUL CHEMISTRY!!

Grian and Mumbo CLEARLY like each other— summoning circles and bothering each other every single day (not so much this season), they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, love being around each other— a good example could be in secret life, Grian’s first task to make bad puns and have no one laugh. And what did he do?? Immediately goes to find Mumbo, despite knowing Mumbo is the world’s giggliest person!! Another one is Mumbo’s complete and total regret when making that deal with Grian for his permits— when he took the bit too far and Grian backed out he felt so bad about it!!

Scar and Grian, I mean. C’mon. We have everything about third life, and then double life— and they have such a fun teasing sort of relationship! They laugh with each other and poke fun and that’s how they are !!! They are NOT bad for each other or mean to each other or anything, they play off of each other and don’t hold grudges for their bits. Like the snails bit, or the on hold bit (all from this season), they’re just ! fun and playful together.

Mumbo and Scar are absolutely wonderful together ! their personalities work well together and they’re so hilarious— i love me a crazy bitch (scar) and the seemingly normal guy said crazy bitch totes around with him (mumbo). That’s not to say Mumbo’s normal, he’s only regular because everyone around him is batshit /j still though! Scar does all his crazy shit, and Mumbo’s along for the ride bc they like hanging out together! Mumbo loves Scar’s builds and takes inspo from them, they based next to each other on magic mountain, they’re just so !!

And let’s not forget !! the buttercups! All of season nine! The fact that they’ve based together every season since Grian’s joined!!!

as for headcanons i. literally could talk for hours about it but my phone is dying and its late,,, so have this short list!!

- Grian falls asleep in the sun SO often and whenever Scar or Mumbo finds him, they just ! join him !

- Scar’s the strongest, Grian’s the lightest, and Mumbo’s the weakest. Grian has hollow bird bones and therefore is really light ! Mumbo just is,,,, such a twink im sorry its gotta be said. He may haul redstone components around but he is NOT buff. Scar is buff okay it just Makes Sense. He can pick both Grian and Mumbo up easy

- Mumbo’s the most easily flustered, and Grian and Scar tag team flirt with him SOOOO OFTEN. It just ends in Mumbo being a red and stuttering mess

- Mumbo also is the worst at flirting— Grian’s the best, and Scar isn’t good at it but his insane demeanor and strange behaviors are so captivating to the other two. Mumbo cant flirt to save his life. He once tried a simple pickup line on Grian and forgot how it went halfway through. He’s tried to flirt with Scar and fell face first into the dirt.

- Mumbo still has insane loserboy rizz and autistic swagger. how??? no one knows! but his nervous demeanor and autistic rizz bagged both scar and grian idk

- The Buttercups was a resistance to Doc, yes, but it was ALSO Grian and Scar inviting Mumbo into their relationship. Mumbo did not realize this until FAR into the buttercups. He was not complaining

- On that note, Grian and Scar were dating first, absolutely. After 3rd life??? there was no way they weren’t. But they saw Mumbo, in all his autism, loserboy, anxiety disorder swagger, and both fell head over heels.

- Mumbo has like. Always been in love with Grian and Scar. Since they became friends, basically. But he was nervous to say anything, and then they were dating, and it was okay! Mumbo was absolutely smitten, but it was manageable. He loved them both so much— it was a bruise that only hurt when you pushed on it. But he loved being around them! He loved being their friend, so it was okay! He was their friend, and he loved them, and he was okay with that

- Of course, they DID love him back. Mumbo just didn’t realize that,,,, for a while,,,,,

I’m sure i could come up with more! but like i said it’s late and i need to sleep lmao

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft grian #hermitcraft mumbo #grumbo #scarian #redscape #mumscarian #headcanon #boxbug talks #asks open #ask

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polaritiesoop · 2 days

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I'm quite happy with this piece :3 (for now) Reblogs would be really appreciated!!

scarian loyalty au art scene inspired by this wonderful fic, where Scar is a vex prince and Grian is an avian knight accompanying him on a magical journey~

Lighting different than planned but oh well. Wew, who knew deciding on their clothes would make me sweat *cries* bless Pinterest

#scarian #peskytimes #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #desertduo fanart #soopart

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jaykoala3 · 12 hours

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Hermit-a-day May Day 19: Favorite "alt" Hermit(s)

HotGuy & CuteGuy!

+no jackets version for full outfit hehe

#hermitaday #hotguy fanart #cuteguy fanart #goodtimeswithscar #grian #goodtimeswithscar fanart #grian fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #my art #scarian #desert duo

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mof17 · 2 days

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Idk I just felt like drawing them (like always)(advised to turn up brightness at least a little if yours is very low)

#fanart #desert duo #grian #grian fanart #my art #gtws fanart #hermitblr #trafficblr #trafficshipping #traffic smp #traffic series #traffic life #double life #dl smp #scarian

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mar-im-o · 1 day

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What if we did hermitcraft fankids

Meet Poppy

Info under the cut

SO...

Poppy was a changeling vex who was swapped with a villager baby as an infant

They sliced her cheek with an iron blade and demanded the vex return their baby

The vex did, and per tradition were going to take the changeling back, but Scar stepped in

As an escaped vex himself he knew how cruel their court could be to failed changelings and he insisted he take the baby instead

The vex agreed

And Scar returns back to magic mountain with a baby

Grian is HORRIFIED to say the least

But Scar explains and Grian agrees to help look after the baby until they can figure out what to do with her

Long story short they get attached and they name her Poppy and raise her as their own

#im not super proud of this but i like the idea of fankids so im posting it #ill probably redo it at some point #I have ideas for more of these btw #specifically grumbo rendoc and ethubs #scarian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #desert duo #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft #hc #fankid

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drawingn · 2 days

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Quick lil low effort Scarian because I've had two days of double shifts and have no energy

#hermitcraft #hermitshipping #hermitblr #desert duo #desertduo #gtws #grian #hc grian #traffic shipping #trafficshipping #scarian #goodtimeswithscar

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isjasz · 2 hours

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[Day 314]

Scrapped sketch for another thing im cookin >:D (ive drawn this pose way too many fuckin times i needed to switch it up LOL)

#dddaily4sherin #desert duo #trafficshipping #kinda so jic #scarian #isdoodles #figured i can post this tdy so i have more time to cook the actual piece 👍👍👍

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hylorxse · 2 days

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Permit Office

#hermitcraft fanart #grian fanart #grian #gtwscar #gtwscar fanart #permit office #hermitshipping #scarian #desertduo

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solargeist · 2 days

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3rd life grian wants scar carnally so bad he’s about to kill multiple people over it

#what happen essentially #scarian

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kai-andrew-art · 5 hours

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Hey, requests open? Still in the hermitcraft fandom? If the answer's yes, desertduo fluff art pls

Softness

#my art #sketch #hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitship #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #desert duo #scarian

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hmshermitcraft · 1 day

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Grian was sat on the floor (something he did often, usually while coming up with ideas for a base) outside his base, when Scar walked towards him, stumbling on new crutches.

Scar tripped, landing on top of Grian. He didn't mean it, honestly. But neither of them are complaining.

It may have been unintentional floor time, but it is floor time nonetheless. And floor time is good time! Especially when it includes cuddles.

Also, it's going to be such a challenge to get up again that they'd both like to put it off for as long as possible. So, floor time it is!

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #scar tag #scarian #mod 🎀

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gaylotusthatexists · 2 days

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Scarian and 32? :3

(very silly concept that turned out very sweet here <3 prompt is 'to wake up', hope u enjoy :D)

ao3 | send a number and a ship for a kiss <3

Morning light glared through the window, the little room quickly heating up as the sun rose over the desert. A voice rang out from down below, someone shouting at the base of their tower, and for a good few moments Grian did his damn hardest to ignore it - a peaceful morning was so rare nowadays, as tensions rose all across the land, and it would’ve been so nice to stay right there, besides the one he loved, safe and secure. But the shouting only increased, growing more and more annoying, and eventually he groaned, forcing himself to sit up in bed.

Whatever. The night had been lovely, at least. Held in Scar’s arms, up against his chest, a chilly night breeze blowing in through the window and cooling them down after such a hard day of work under the beating sun. And, for as long as the two remained here, however long that may be, he had hope that every night would be just like that. For however long they had left, he had Scar, and they had their little room at the top of the tower at the top of the mountain, overlooking their desert. A safe place, away from all the fighting and anger and betrayals. A place where they could just be.

Sighing, Grian carefully pulled away from the arms still wrapped firmly around his waist, his heart aching as those same arms grasped at the air, attempting to pull him back. He needed to get up, and so did Scar. Though by the look on his face, ever so peaceful, that wouldn’t be happening without Grian’s help.

He stood up from the bed and made his way over to the window. Leaning against the sill, he looked out across their desert. Jimmy and Scott were down below, waiting by their door, and the sun was a lot higher in the sky than Grian had expected - they… must’ve slept in, huh? Probably needed it. Definitely wanted it.

Still wanted it, if he was being perfectly honest. But nothing could last forever, and he had a war to fight and a long day ahead of him, and there’d always be the next night, and the one after that, for however many nights they had left.

Grian turned back to the bed, sighing and shaking his head as he saw Scar hadn’t moved a single inch. “Scar,” he called, stepping towards the bed and stopping by its side. “Scar, time to get up.”

Still no movement. Not even a ‘five more minutes’.

Grian rolled his eyes, sitting down on the side of the bed and gently shaking Scar’s shoulder. “Scar. C’mon, man. We got stuff to do.”

This, at least, did prompt the man to shift, rolling over to instead lay flat on his back. With this movement, the thin blanket draped over the top of him, used to keep the two of them warm during the colder desert nights, flung off the side of the bed, leaving Scar bare-chested. (Because of course he refused to wear a shirt at night as well, not even to keep himself warm. At least in the daytime, he had the excuse of keeping cool.) Grian tried his best not to let himself get distracted by the toned muscle, sweat beginning to glisten across tanned skin as heat began to increase, beautiful pattern of scars branching out across his bodies like fractals, each one intimately familiar.

It was really hard not to. But Scar still wasn’t awake.

“Scar,” Grian said again, pushing in a little annoyance to his tone. “We have stuff to do, c’mon. Jimmy and Scott are already outside waiting - we don’t wanna leave them out there alone for too long, do we?”

No response. Not even a shift in expression or a twitch of a finger.

He had to be putting it on. There was no way he was this deep of a sleeper - sure, he didn’t wake up to the smallest of sounds like Grian did, usually managing to make it the full night without so much of a peep even in the middle of a goddamn death game, but it was never this difficult to get him up.

Grian’s suspicions were immediately confirmed when Scar puckered his lips.

He knew this game. And, as much as he sort of wanted to play along (void knows under any other circumstances he would’ve), they did not have time. They had a goddamn war to win.

“Scar,” Grian said, again, “now really isn’t the time to be playing princess.”

He did it all the time back home. Whether it was to be dramatic, or to signal he wanted attention, or just for fun , Grian wasn’t sure, but void was it annoying at times. Endearing, sure, but annoying. (And boy, if that didn’t sum up Scar to a tee, he didn’t know what did.)

He wasn’t going to back down, staying perfectly still, waiting for Grian.

Because of course he fucking was.

Grian let out a heavy, over-dramatic sigh. “Alright. Fine.” He leant down, placing the tiniest of kisses to Scar’s lips - barely even a peck, but a kiss nonetheless. “There you go. Now would you please wake up?”

Scar’s brows furrowed, a displeased expression crossing his face for half a second, before morphing right back into that peaceful state, puckered lips remaining. Grian shut his eyes, taking in a sharp breath and slowly exhaling. Of course he wanted more. Of course he did.

He leant down again, placing another kiss - slightly longer this time, lingering for a second or so, but not attempting to part his lips as he usually would. “That’s all you’re getting.”

Again, Scar’s eyes remained closed, and he stayed perfectly still.

“Scar-”

“But the curse, Grian,” he whispered, barely even audible, with that morning grogginess to his voice that Grian always adored, sending shivers down his spine. “The curse.”

Grian tried his best to stay annoyed. Tried to stop his lips from turning upwards into a smile, fondness wrinkling around his eyes. “There’s no curse, Scar.”

“The curse.”

He still wasn’t budging. If it was anyone else, Grian might’ve physically dragged him out of the bed, gave him no other choice but to get the fuck up.

But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Scar.

“Okay, fine. I’ll play along,” Grian decided, though tried his damn hardest to sound unhappy about it. A smug look quickly grew across Scar’s face, and- well, how else was Grian supposed to wipe it away but with a big ol’ kiss? He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want to.

He leaned down again to capture Scar’s lips, this time gently working them open, quickly settling into a steady rhythm as he moved his lips against Scar’s. This time, Scar finally reacted, lifting his head up slightly to push further into the kiss, a pleased hum rumbling around the back of his throat, melting underneath Grian’s touch. Grian found himself shifting further onto the bed, bringing up on knee to balance himself above Scar, a hand reaching around the back of Scar’s neck in an attempt to pull him upwards, closer, closer.

Scar had won. Just as he always did. And, as much as he’d complain to the air about it, Grian wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Before he could convince himself to pull away, to carry on trying to get Scar up, (void knows that was the last thing he wanted to do, now that they were doing this), he felt a hand worm its way around his waist, slipping just beneath his shirt to grasp onto his skin. That was more than enough to keep him in place, only pulling back for a split second to force enough air into his lungs to then go right back in, continuing to kiss Scar with more passion than ever before.

Because void had he missed this. Sure, they’d spent pretty much this entire game by each other’s sides, snuck in plenty of kisses in those quiet moments beneath pale moonlight, but it was so hard to allow themselves to focus their entire attention on one another, between all the constant threats looming in the background. It had been so, so long since they’d allowed the world around them to fade away, since Grian allowed himself to think of nothing but Scar.

Scar, who was so wonderful in every possible way, melting so easily beneath his touch. Scar, who always held the brightest smile, ever so pretty with a permanent sparkle in his eyes. Scar, who he truly, truly loved, more than anything in the world. Scar, Scar, Scar.

A second hand looped around his back, pressing firmly against his spine, and Grian leaned into it, allowing an arm to pull him up even further onto the bed, as the hand on his waist slowly moved around to join the other on his back.

Next thing he knew, he’d been flipped over to the other side of the bed, lying flat on his back with Scar above him, staring down at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and the smuggest of smirks spread wide across his face. A hand landed either side of his face, with Scar’s knees moving to lean either side of Grian’s body, trapping him in that position. Grian stared back up at him, once again trying his damn hardest to look annoyed, but nothing could stop the small giggle that escaped from his lips. “Scar.”

“What?” Scar said, leaning down to plant a kiss to Grian’s forehead, then to each of his cheeks, then to his jawline, and finally his neck. Grian gasped, skin tingling with pleasure, every touch like sparks of electricity, lifting him up to lean into his lover.

“Scar,” he whined, eyes flitting shut, though made no attempt to actually stop the man. Enjoying the attention perhaps a little too much.

Scar hummed, leaning back for a second. “Don’t tell me this isn’t what you wanted.” Before Grian could even open his mouth to respond, Scar leant back down again, taking his lips for a long, soft kiss.

“What I wanted-” Grian said, in the gaps between kisses, where Scar pulled back for air. “-was for you-” Breathe. “-to wake up.”

The next time Scar pulled away, he was panting for breath, and eventually collapsed down besides Grian, though kept his arms wrapped tightly around him, refusing to give him even the slightest chance of escape. (Not that Grian really wanted to, more than happy to melt into his lover's hold.) He pressed another kiss to Grian’s forehead, before tucking Grian’s head beneath his chin, bringing one hand up to gently card through his hair.

“And you succeeded,” Scar said. “The curse is broken. You’ve valiantly completed your grand quest to rescue me from the evil grasps of slumber.”

Grian couldn’t hold back his laughter, burying his head into Scar’s chest. “Right. The curse.”

“I’m being serious!” Scar tutted. “If you hadn’t come along to save me, I could’ve been trapped here sleeping for thousands of years, you know. Thousands!”

“Right. Of course. So now, what I need to do is get you out of this tower and carry you away to freedom, yeah?”

“No, no, of course not,” Scar said, shaking his head. He leant back a little to look Grian in the eyes, deadly serious. “What you need to do now is stay here with me and enjoy yourself for a little bit. Think of it as a reward.”

Grian raised an eyebrow. “A reward?”

“Yeah, yeah. As a prince, surely you’d want your princess to give you a little love as a thank you. For breaking her curse.”

Grian rolled his eyes. “As a prince, I think I’d want to lead the princess to safety before the dragon comes to eat both of us.”

Scar frowned. “Who said anything about dragons?”

“We’re in a tower. Obviously there’s gonna be a dragon.”

“Who said anything about towers?”

“We literally live in a tower, Scar. Where else would we be?”

Scar hummed. “Alright. Fair point,” he conceded. “But surely as a prince, you would’ve already killed the dragon.”

“Never said I was a fighter. Maybe I snuck in, you don’t know that.”

“I’ve seen you fight, Grian. You could absolutely take down a dragon.”

“I’m not Grian, though, am I? I’m a prince,” Grian said. “I don’t think princes generally go out and fight dragons. I’d imagine they’re more inclined to sit around in a palace and yell at servants to fetch grapes for them.”

“Well, if this prince is out to rescue a princess, I’d imagine he’d be a little more proactive than your average prince-”

“He’s just doing it to get the girl. Doesn’t mean he has any fighting experience.”

“Stop trying to ruin my fantasy.”

Grian giggled, bowing his head then burying it in Scar’s chest, as he tugged himself a little closer to his lover. “Alright, alright. Whatever. This prince is very grateful for his reward, and wants the princess to know that he already loves her so very much.”

Though he could no longer see Scar’s face, he could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s what I like to hear.” Another kiss to the forehead, a finger gently stroking up and down his back. “Love you too, G.”

Grian allowed his eyes to slip back shut, letting out a long, contented sigh. He brought a hand up to wrap around Scar’s back, tracing the familiar line of scars up and down with his finger, feeling his lover shiver beneath his touch, warm breath making its way down his neck. Scar’s chest moved up and down in a steady rhythm, steady breathing, alive and safe with Grian here besides him. If he could, Grian would’ve wanted to stay there forever, entangled in his lover’s arms, alive and safe and happy. No terrifying world beyond the window, nothing to ever worry about. Just him and Scar. Just them.

But there was a terrifying world beyond that window, and they didn’t have forever. Grian sighed, a frown pulling at his face. “We really should get up though, y’know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. Despite his words, he still made no move to follow through.

“Says who?”

Grian huffed. “Says everyone? Jimmy and Scott were waiting outside for us-”

“Fuck Jimmy and Scott. They can’t tell us what to do.”

“Says me, then,” Grian said. “We have stuff to do.”

“We sure do,” Scar said. “Stuff like cuddling, and kissing, and making sure you know how much I love and appreciate and adore you.”

Grian felt his cheeks heat up - and, again, whilst he couldn’t see, he could hear Scar smirk at the way Grian squirmed under the praise, entirely at his lover's mercy. (Really, there was nowhere else he’d want to be.)

For a moment, Grian couldn’t respond, having to take a second to recompose himself, but eventually he said, “I- I appreciate that, really, and I love you lots and lots as well - but what I mean is stuff like killing, Scar. You’re red, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Not today, I’m not,” Scar muttered. “We can go kill Ren tomorrow. All this red-business is cutting into my Grian time. You can’t just take away a man’s Grian time.”

“What, and your ‘Grian time’ is more important than winning a death game?”

“My Grian time is the most important thing, I’ll have you know,” Scar said, matter-of-factly. “And it’s been seriously lacking recently, between all the killing and trapping and scamming. Just…” He trailed off, then sighed. “I miss it, y’know? I miss home.”

Again, Grian was silent for a while, but… for a far different reason, this time. “...yeah. I know. I miss it too.”

He did miss it. More than anything. He missed being able to wake up and not have to worry about what the day would bring. Whether or not they’d make a new enemy, whether or not an existing one would attack, whether or not they’d survive to see the stars again. He missed mornings like this, lazing about with Scar right by his side, knowing he was exactly where he belonged.

“Hey,” Scar said, his voice soft. “Look at me.”

Grian obeyed, just like he always did. Just like he always would.

He stared at Scar with wide eyes for a long few moments, as if nothing else could ever compare to their beauty, staring into the universe itself. (Grian’s universe, at the very least.) And Scar stared back, with so much fondness, so much adoration sparkling in his eyes. He shifted one arm to tuck a finger beneath Grian’s chin, before shifting again to cup his jaw, stroking his thumb over Grian’s cheek. Grian leaned into his hand with a contented sigh, a smile soon growing across his face.

“We’re gonna get through this,” Scar reassured him, with absolute certainty. “I- I know you worry, I get it. I do. But- But it’ll be okay. We’ll get through this. Me and you.”

“…yeah.” Perhaps those words were all he needed. “Me and you.”

Scar nodded. “Me and you.” He leant in close again, pulling Grian into another kiss. Long, tender, and so, so gentle, Scar’s lips ever so soft against his. Grian’s heart hammered in his chest, so close to bursting out. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Eventually, though, when Scar pulled back again, another frown settled into Grian’s face. “…and… and if we don’t?” he wondered, his voice small.

Scar hummed, taking a few moments to come up with a response. “Well…” He sighed, tugging Grian closer still. “Well, then we’d best make the most of the time we have left, ay?”

He was right. As much as Grian would try to deny it, Scar was always right.

“So… can we please just… stay like this, for today?” Scar asked, and with the way he wrapped his arms even tighter around Grian, a leg moving upwards to wrap around the smaller man’s body as well, Grian figured he already knew the answer. “Or even just for an hour or two. The world can wait for us.”

Grian smiled, burying his head back into Scar’s chest, clinging onto his lover as though his very life depended on it. (In some ways, it sort of did.) “Alright, fine,” he said, failing to sound annoyed, far too much fondness leaking into his tone. “You win. You can have your Grian time, for a little bit.”

“Good.” Scar planted yet another kiss to Grian’s forward, then settled into his usual position, chin atop Grian’s head, hand carding through his hair. “I love you.”

Grian closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. “Love you too.”

The world could wait.

#scarian #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #my writing #my fanfic

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angeart · 2 days

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hhau rescue rambles - part I

[cw besides the usual mess and violence: animal death mention]

It’s been months since the latest hermit got saved, and over a year since Hermitcraft imploded. There’s only two people to go: Scar and Grian. And they can’t seem to locate them at all. But they can’t stop looking. They can’t, they won’t.

The rescue party is comprised of X (voidwalker), Doc (creeper), Ren (wolf), Impulse (partially demon), Cub (vex), Gem (deer), and Pearl (moth). Thanks to X knowing how to navigate and survive the void, they are able to get a void vessel (a sort of ship) to base in as they go around scanning different worlds and scouring for information.

Until they come across a world that reads as permadeath, and somewhere in the world files, X flags Grian’s and Scar’s name. Not as players; there’s no list available here. What comes up is the wanted poster. It doesn’t have a date stamp. It could be months old, and they know Scar's track record with dying.

Still, they have to try.

They search for a place that seems to have good resources and Cub, Gem, and Pearl get dropped down. They’re equipped with bracelets that they can activate to send X a signal to teleport them back, and two extra for Grian and Scar, if they do find them, but they have to gather any other kind of equipment, including armour and weapons, on their own.

They quickly realise comms don’t work on this world, and as the player list is also non-existent or corrupted, they are going in blind.

Well… almost.

They use Cub’s vex bond with Scar to pick a direction to head in.

Grian and Scar, in the meanwhile, are not having a Good Time.

Some awful things have happened prior to this, namely the ending of the Summer house arc. To quickly sum it up, Grian and Scar went up north, for as long as they could. Away, away, away from everyone. Until it felt like maybe they’re far away enough, and they tentatively set up a house. Which turned into a nest. Which turned into a semblance of permanence.

A lot of things went on here. Days turned into peaceful weeks and, tentatively, they started thinking that maybe they can start planning some kind of future here. They planted crops. Scar re-learned to glide with his torn wings. Grian unfurled his wings and re-learned the feeling of flying through the sky. And they found a bird friend! (A real, living bird in this world!)

The reality caught up to them eventually.

Nobody’s really seen Scar or Grian for a while, but the avians in this world have dull wing patters, for survival reasons, and so Grian is really special. And the hunters don’t want to give that up. The reward on the wanted poster gets upped, and now the fever pitch to get this avian rises. The hunters go further. In bigger groups. Greedy and determined.

They find the nest house, empty at the time, and they burn it down.

Scar and Grian come back to find it in flames, and to find themselves unsafe and hunted once again. All of a sudden, they have nothing again. The fire licks high, turning everything to ash, to a distant cheering and hollering of a party of hunters. There’s no sign of their bird friend.

(Grian finds him later. Dead, with wings cut off. The only creature that resembled him; the bird he befriended, the proof that a winged creature could exist here and survive. Ripped to pieces. Echoing the only fate that is bound to await Grian as well.) (It was a sun conure parrot, bright and beautiful.)

The hunters are on their tail once they realise that Scar and Grian are here; that it wasn’t just some temporary base that’s now abandoned. With no remorse and still too much cheer, bloodthirsty and unstoppable, they go after them.

Scar’s blood is absolutely boiling and he expects Grian to ground him. To talk him down. But Grian’s mind buzzes, looking at that bird, and— He’s as down to fight as Scar is. Because anger is easier than grief right now.

He’s so tired of grief.

So instead, Grian goes angry and feral. (The other option is to fall apart, and he can’t.)

They tear this particular hunting group apart, and it’s meant to make them feel better, but it doesn’t. It feels like a necessity; like just one more step towards survival. They loot what they can, and they continue moving, realising that stopping anywhere to do more than just survive is a moot point. They’re not going to outrun this. They'll never be allowed to stop. They’ll be hunted forever.

(Grian will be hunted forever—)

The word gets out, and more and more hunters arrive, wanting the trophy of violet wings and the wanted reward for themselves. It’s a sport to them. A way to get rich. Like a gold fever, they continue tracking Grian and Scar, relentlessly hounding them down.

There are times when things go worse in these encounters. Grian gets his wings grabbed and attacked, and it sends him spiraling back to never allowing anyone—including himself—to touch his feathers. (He was doing better and now it’s all gone.)

They internalise many horrible thoughts, during their run. It’s been a year-worth of culmination of awful events, a year worth of pain and fear and loss.

For Scar, as a vex, he’s been expected to be a monster from the start. And all he wanted here was some peace. To be with Grian. He wasn’t allowed it, but now he finally got a glimpse at it—at what could’ve been; at who he wanted to be from the beginning (who he’s always been)—and it’s violently taken from him. So yeah, fuck it. If they want a monster, he’ll be a monster.

(This leads him to thinking that he shouldn’t be trusted with soft things anymore, Grian’s feathers included, especially as Grian gets ground-bound again and starts pulling his wings tightly against his back and flinching at the mere implication of touch.) (It hurts to witness, after what Scar’s seen: Grian, freely gliding through the sky, violet feathers catching sunlight.) (He was allowed to preen them, tentatively, slowly, gradually, a couple of times.) (Not anymore. Not anymore.)

Grian keeps thinking about the bird, and how they’re the same. He’s seen the brutal display, the way the wings were taken. He can’t quite stop thinking about it.

But it’s more than that. He’s also thinking about [redacted]. About anything winged being doomed. About what happened with the vexes. It all spins and spins and spins until he can’t see himself as anything but harbinger of death.

The hunters wouldn’t care to go this far for one vex. They only go because of his goddamn feathers.

Naturally, this topples into him thinking that Scar will be safer and better off without him. They’ve been running on sleepless nights and exhaustion, trying to get away to no avail. They’re tired, and things are looking dire, and— Grian wants it to stop. He needs Scar to be taken out of this equation, separated from this fate. He needs him to be safe. (He can’t bring death to Scar.)

Grian can lead the hunters the other way. They only really care about him. ([redacted] already proved that point, after all.)

So one night, Grian sneaks away.

He presses a soft kiss to Scar before he goes. (It’s a farewell kiss.) Scar is asleep, only kind of waking up to it—just that groggy, sleepy “mm?” Grian kisses his forehead again, oh so gently, and murmurs the quietest “Love you. Stay safe for me.” To Scar, it just feels like a dream, and he dozes off again, none the wiser.

The next morning, Scar wakes up to Grian gone.

For a while, he doesn’t even remember that hazy interaction from the night, but then he does remember, all of a sudden. An absolute vertigo slams into him, panic flooding his veins as he stares down the empty, quiet forest.

And this is when the Hermit Rescue Party finds him.

They only find Scar.

They only find Scar, and they instantly try to take him off world.

[—TBC—]

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