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"You've got cobwebs everywhere," Scar pouts. “And sand, seriously, songbird, you sure you’re alright? Do you need anything else?”
It’s not like it’s illegal to ask someone to preen your wings. It's an emergency. It wouldn't actually mean anything. And Scar doesn’t even know. It’s only weird if Grian makes it weird.
"Actually," Grian says. "Um. Do you think you could help me with my wings?"
He makes it weird.
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somewhere between the surface and the seabed by LovesickPrince
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Evolution SMP
31 May 2023
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It's a classic tale of love: Grian, a mer from the depths of the sea, makes a deal with a sea witch to exchange his voice for a pair of legs and go visit the human whose life he had saved. Only in this case, Grian is more interested in the sea witch than the human.
(If only someone had bothered to tell Scar, the sea witch in question, about this divergence).
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13 Jun 2026
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Your Heart on the Line by nysic
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
26 Feb 2026
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Grian’s hopelessly in love with his coworker and fellow architecture professor—Scar. He knows nothing's going to come from it, but when he finds out Scar’s got a thing for his vigilante alter-ego, Grian can’t help but use that to his advantage.
Hotguy is infatuated with his vigilante pseudo–nemesis, but Cuteguy keeps blocking his advances and he isn’t anywhere close to getting through to the man. When his civilian coworker Grian winds up in the hospital for something he should have been able to prevent, he can't stop himself from falling for the man.
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Or, a hero/vigilante AU inspired by the DDVAU by Doody and Maruu.
In which, Grian and Scar both have secret identities, ones an illegal vigilante—the other the city's biggest hero. They ‘fight’ all night long and both go home to civilian jobs, where they unknowingly meet as coworkers. There's a big messy love square with a few breakups and more than a few stolen kisses.- Language:
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12 Jun 2026
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Scar spotted him from the distance, his steps slowing as he approached. Grian didn’t look up, but Scar could feel the tension radiating from him like the heat of the sand.
“Hey,” Scar called softly, stopping a few feet away. “You okay over there?”
Grian didn’t answer right away. He kept his eyes on the horizon, watching the sun sink into streaks of orange and purple. His fingers gripped his elbows tighter, his knuckles white.
“‘M fine,” Grian said eventually, the word clipped.
Scar rocked back on his heels, unsure of what to say. Grian wasn’t usually like this—withdrawn, quiet, almost bristling with some invisible pressure. When he got like this, one wrong word could set him off, but leaving him alone didn’t feel right either.
or: the desert starts taking its toll on grian. scar is there to help.
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Scar’s hand slides down his arm to take hold of Grian’s, lacing their fingers together. “Let me preen your wings,” he pleads softly.
Grian frowns at Scar, “Scar, I told you I’m fine.”
“G, I can see how uncomfortable you are,” he points out, “you’re wincing every time your wings move, and it looks like it hurts.” He watches Grian’s expression, seeing how the man cringes slightly at being called out. Scar squeezes his hand lightly, feeling how warm their palms are against each other. Grian’s palms are calloused, skin thick from building and wielding tools for hours on end. Scar slides his thumb along the back of his hand in gentle strokes, adding to the warmth between their skin. “Let me? Please? At least to make up for knocking you off balance before.”
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12 Jun 2026