❥ you are here to risk your heart by sillyfairygarden [T, 6k]
Sometimes he thinks he’s the only one playing their little game, in the end. Scar is seemingly always a step beyond wherever he expects him to be–something Grian can easily admit, despite his peckish pride–and Grian will be a fool if he lets himself forget this.
❥ love is blind by Maggiee24 [T, 6.5k]
It was love at first sight. Well not literally, he was legally blind after all, but Grian did have a massive crush on his neighbour. Now all he needed was for Scar to get the memo and sweep him off his feet. What could go wrong?
❥ wherefore art thou scar? by zipzapzoooooom [T, 4.6k]
Grian is cast as Juliet and Scar is cast as Romeo as they rehearse the balcony scene oh no I wonder what could possibly happen
❥ somewhere between the surface and the seabed by LovesickPrince [T, 25k]
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.
❥ fumble to fable by chapter_61 [T, 10.5k]
When a visit to Disneyland leaves Grian fifth-wheeling his friends, he’s glad to find some respite on his own—until a smooth-talking Disney Imagineer comes crashing into his life.
❥ starboy by mariuspunmercy [M, 139k]
Scar's first thought is, Oh god, he’s beautiful.
Or, after winning the Formula 2 championship, Scar lands a seat in F1. He ends up with a lot more than he bargained for when he forms a friendship with the mysterious driver from Sahara.
you think kindness doesn't exist you fucking pathetic nihilist? how about you look into the big beautiful eyes of a cow? what do you think now? asshole
Grian three-ish years ago: hey Ren meet my friend Martyn. he plays fortnite
Ren a couple days ago: Martyn, I cannot bear to think of a universe where our souls are not tied. We're the earth and the moon, pulled into continual and unceasing orbit to one another. In your absence I become a lesser man. I will destroy the fabric of the world to bring you along with me, ignore the rules of the game. You will carry my banner, I will carry your soul.
to be honest, joel kind of expected it to be fancier; he’s a winner, after all- you’d probably want to have something nicer than a black void to bask in your glory. he thought- well, he’s not sure he had any specific thoughts about what it'd look like, but he guessed there'd be stuff like sofas and a snooker table or something—a party room, y’know? an endless void is a bit dull in comparison, especially considering the game he just won- although, anything would be dull in comparison to that game, wouldn’t it?
HE DID IT I KNEW HE COULD LOOK AT MY GUY GO
to be honest, joel kind of expected it to be fancier; he’s a winner, after all- you’d probably want to have something nicer than a black void to bask in your glory. he thought- well, he’s not sure he had any specific thoughts about what it'd look like, but he guessed there'd be stuff like sofas and a snooker table or something—a party room, y’know? an endless void is a bit dull in comparison, especially considering the game he just won- although, anything would be dull in comparison to that game, wouldn’t it?
there's a collection of voices that is beginning to come into range, still too far away to make out anything distinct, but they seem to be arguing over something. as he walks (though- he’s not sure he is actually walking. he’s not sure he has a physical form anymore), he can make out a word or two, none of them sensical: something about a comet and jupiter? whatever that means. joel isn’t super sure he was meant to hear it- or even understand it; the words seem to be garbled and warped, and feel far too loud for his ears even as they begin to fade out.
joel keeps walking, because honestly he’s not really sure what else to do. did he miss something? was there actually a party room at the start that he walked past by accident? he probably should have asked more questions when grian and pearl talked about winning in limited and secret life, because he’s completely lost right now- both metaphorically and literally. where exactly is he?
more voices are slowly becoming audible, and joel braces himself until he realises that he recognises them—has he finally found the game room? they'd better have a snooker table, after all he’s been through to just find the stupid place. honestly, this was harder than winning in the first place- they should put up some signs or something.
joel doesn't have time to make this complaint aloud, because all of a sudden, something bowls into him- someone apparently, as they throw their arms around him. "you did it!" grian's voice laughs, sounding genuinely happy.
joel grins, hugging him back—which is weird, when you can’t see anything. maybe it's not a void, and he’s just blind for some reason. "I won!" he crows, pride bubbling up in his chest. "I didn’t think I would- it took me long enough!"
"congratulations, beans!" scar's voice comes from somewhere in front of him, cheery, considering the context.
"thanks." joel pulls back and finds that his sight seems to have returned.
the void still surrounds them, but weirder still, everyone seems to look identical to- oh. when they won. grian's hands and face are bloodstained, scott has a lightning scar across his face, pearl's hoodie is instead a singed scarlet cloak, martyn is all piratey and bloody, scar's ebony cloak is lined with poppies and lilacs, and cleo's joints have puppet strings trailing from them.
joel glances down to see purple-tinted veins crawling up his hands and arms, and his stomach drops until he remembers that he’s already dead. "okay. weird."
"that'll be from the ender pearls." scott supplies. joel is honestly a little thankful that his creaking eyes have gone; they were creepy. "I- d'you know they’re already arguing?"
"well he’s less intuitive than us." grian shrugs, gesturing to joel as if that makes any sense at all. "they've been arguing since martyn."
cleo snorts. "they still haven't agreed on anything." they point upwards, and joel is very confused. "after you three, anyway."
"it stopped being as snappy once I came along though." martyn points out, and everyone but joel seems to understand what he's talking about. "sun, stars, moon- then what? we can’t do the whole solar system and every planet's moon."
scar laughs. "they were talking about- stages of grief or something by the time I won."
"yeah!" pearl points a finger at scar excitedly. "I overheard someone mention the seven deadly sins earlier. didn’t catch much, but you’re meant to be glutton." she elbows martyn, who scoffs indignantly.
"sounds about right." cleo says, laughing as martyn makes a noise of protest that sounds very much like a squawk.
joel blinks. "well, I have no idea what you guys are on about, but whatever I am it's a car." he folds his arms, in the hopes that no one is gonna try to argue with him, because he has absolutely no clue what he's signing up for.
there's a pause.
"a.. car?" scott frowns, apparently appalled by the concept—which joel finds hilarious and makes him want to be a car even more.
"yeah." joel says confidently. "joel toretto- fast and furious, y’know?"
grian cackles and pearl grins along. "sure- a car. i’m sure they'll all agree."
joel shrugs, still unsure about who 'they' are at all, but he appears to be signing himself up for something funny at least. "you never know. if they’re smart they'll pick a car."
