𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜!
For some context the fic is an au is one where Grian is a famous popstar, Arianna Griande, and Scar is superhero working for the government called Hotguy both have never met eachother before but when they finally met at a gala after months of fans shipping them things dont go to plan...
This will be coming out on Ao3 as soon as i get my account confirmed lol
In the meantime enjoy! <3
Grian (Aka Ariana Griande)
“And another hit from Ariana Grande, ladies and gentlemen!” The news broadcaster, Scott, reads as the music fades, "Wow, she has certainly topped the charts once more! This time for the 6th month in a row!"
“It certainly is incredible, Scott,” says the second broadcaster, Pearl. She flashes a winning smile at the camera. “And now the city's favorite hero, Hotguy!”
The screen switches to the heartthrob himself, panting and slightly sweaty from whatever crime-stopping he’s been doing. He’s smiling, though, clearly happy about whatever criminal he’s caught, radiating smug energy. He smirks at the camera.
"Well, it certainly wasn’t too hard," he chuckles and goes to say something else pompous. Grian switches the TV off before he can, groaning,
"That snob is on the TV again." Grian calls down the hall, lounging on the pink couch.
"Really?" Jimmy calls back from the kitchen. "Who did he save this time?"
Grian huffs, rolling his eyes. "Who didn’t he save? That guy is a prick," he snorts, examining his perfectly manicured bubblegum-pink nails.
Jimmy laughs, walking in, flour on his nose and on his apron. "You really hate him, don’t you?" he chuckles.
Grian waves a hand. "I don’t hate him.” He scoffs. "I just find him annoying. I mean, it’s always Hotguy saves the day! Meanwhile, I’m battling him for screentime since my new single just came out." Grian sighs dramatically, and Jimmy pats his shoulder in mock sympathy.
"Yeah, imagining being so famous, you’re one of the top charting artists," he snorts sarcastically. "Couldn’t be me."
Grian rolls his eyes, punching his shoulder playfully. He stands, stretching his arms. "Whatever. Enough about me. Is the apple pie almost done?"
"Yeah!" Jimmy leaps to his feet, heading to the kitchen. Grian following.
The penthouse is huge. Grian bought it only a couple of years ago when his music first peaked, eager to spend his new money. The walls are painted bright pink with creamy white accents. It matches his vibe perfectly, and he smiles as he looks at the photos of Jimmy and him hanging on the walls. It’s spacious too, with the latest modern tech and furniture.
As they step into the kitchen, the aroma of a fresh apple pie fills his nose, and he sighs happily. Jimmy is an incredible baker. They met around seven years ago when both of them were in college. They became friends fast, Jimmy happy to bake for Grian and Grian happy to taste test. It was a symbiotic friendship.
“Ah,” Jimmy says suddenly, looking at his phone with a remorseful look, biting his lip.
“What?” Grian says, snapping out of the flashback.
“Tango wants me to come back to the bakery.” Grian instantly smirks. “Tango?” he says, crossing his arms. “The cute coworker you’re constantly talking about?” He raises an eyebrow with a knowing look. “Hmm, I wonder what he wants so late at night.” Grian purrs, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Jimmy flushes red. “It’s not like that!” he cries, waving his hands. “Someone just added too much yeast to the bread, and it exploded all over the kitchen!”
“Mhm, sure,” Grian says, smirking wider, leaning against the wall.
Jimmy huffs, his cheeks even redder. “Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ll just tell Tango I’m busy.” He goes to text Tango back, but Grian stops him.
“Don’t worry about it, Tim. I’m only joking. Go help Tango. I’ll be fine.” He waves a hand easily.
“Are you sure?” Jimmy says uncertainly, glancing at the door.
“Yes!” Grian says, smirking, shoving Jimmy’s back towards the front door. “Go be the knight in shining armor to your prince!” He winks and Jimmy blushes.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes-” but Grian has already shut the door in his face.
Grian hums to himself, sauntering back to the kitchen, eager to eat apple pie. But his contentment is quickly ruined as he sees what’s happened. The pie is cooling on the counter with paw marks in it. Its perfect lattice is ruined, and sitting next to it are two guilty cats.
“No!” Grian shouts, moving to the pie. “Maui! Pearl!” He groans, sliding down to sit on the floor, his head in his hands.
Maui comes up to rub his head against his leg, Pearl doing the same as if to say, We are sorry, but you had this coming. Grian sighs and scratches their heads lovingly. He stands and slices himself some pie that isn’t ruined and goes to sit on the couch, putting on a drama show.
The truth is, he’s lonely. He has been for some time now. It’s not that having Jimmy as a roommate is bad, Jimmy is wonderful, but ever since Tango came into the picture, he’s been seeing Tim less and less.
He’s happy for Tim, though. It’s so obvious he has a crush on the guy, even if he denies it and Grian’s pretty sure Tango feels the same way. He sighs as he shovels pie into his mouth. It’s been so long since he’s had a crush.
Becoming famous kind of ruined the ability to go out and find someone since he gets ambushed by fans and has to have two security guards follow him everywhere. He sighs again, opening Twitter instead, needing something to distract him from his nonexistent love life...
