i got a hold of these while z library was still in it’s full glory and thought i’d share! the translation on these is by yen press, if you want a site where you can download them dm me, send any complaints to my ask box :3 i also recommend checking out @/bsd-bibliophile’s website for fan translations
“we shouldn’t be doing this…. what if we get caught, what if someone walks in, what if…” what if you shut the fuck up and let me make you feel good instead of complaining about how wrong it is, hmm?
Obsessed with Gem being obsessed with etho being sick and wanting to make him tea and maybe she should make him soup and tea and maybe she should make sure he's "comfortable" *wink wink*... I mean I'm normal about them haha
I LOVE the thought of Gem taking care of Etho while he's sick. He's so crabby about it, but she refuses to put up with any of his shit and makes him her tea and maybe some chicken noodle soup. She probably can't get him into bed, and has to settle for getting him on the couch instead. Makes him watch hours of TV just to keep him off his feet.
Maybe when he gets really antsy, she crawls off the couch, between his legs. And he's like "thought you wanted me to rest". But jokes on him, because a few minutes after Gem's sucked his soul out via his dick, he falls asleep and she considers it a win.
CALAM UR NEW ONESHOT WAS AMAZING YOU TRULY NEVER MISS!!!! SAILOR SCARIAN MY BELOVED
obligatory ask for scar's pov of the fic while it's still fresh in your mind <3
Ohhh absolutely you know i love those!!
So, two sailors on a boat, one of them is caught in a siren’s trance
Scar and Grian have been sailing together for YEARS with no end in sight. In that time, both of them had fallen rather deeply in love with the other. Neither, however, really expects their relationship to evolve past what it is.
Scar’s happy with the way things are. Grian’s with him constantly, beside him constantly, and it’s not like they’re lacking in intimacy. Sure, maybe they aren’t kissing or professing their undying love, but when it’s cold, he gets to hold Grian in his arms. When they sit down, it’s usually right next to one another. When they eat, it’s always across the table from their one companion. There is a beauty in that domesticity that both of treasure. They’ve basically been married for six years.
And there’s really rarely a moment where Scar is made aware of the fact that he does not have everything he’s ever wanted. Except of course for moments where he watches Grian interact with other people, introducing him as his friend and co-captain, and nothing else. Or when he has to stay on the ship alone while they’re docked at Redport so he can watch the love of his life run off with another man and return with a whole slew of gifts under his arm.
So it’s FINE. It’s going FINE. Scar’s just been… wanting a little more since he watched Grian almost get taken away from him a few months ago. He’s not sure how to get there, if he’ll ever work up the courage, but he IS getting greedier lately. When Grian needs water wiped from his eyes, Scar steals the moment to cup the face of the man he loves so much, and he pokes fun at the supposed Redstone contraptions whenever he gets the chance, even though he knows they work.
The rain is weird, but it’s something that can be overlooked when they land on the island. He doesn’t really mind, just dozes off beside Grian with the intent to worry about it later. Then, he hears a song in his dreams. He wakes, shrugs on his clothes, and leaves Grian in the cave to go check it out. He’s drawn to the water somehow, inexplicably…
He sees something out there, something splashing in the ocean, and he knows in his gut that it is beautiful. Scar has one instinct when he sees beautiful things, and that is to draw. He retrieves his charcoal and paper from the ship, then finds a comfortable seat upon some rocks near where he’d last seen the thing.
He does see it again, a tail of some large fish surfacing again and again. It’s not hard to sketch that out, but then he sees the front half, and his mind goes blank. There’s someone humming in his ears.
And he sees him - Grian - out there in the water. He’s swimming, smiling, singing, beautifully, and Scar has one instinct when he sees beautiful things. He draws Grian, doesn’t have the wherewithal to remember to start a new page though, so Grian has the legs of a fish. It’s odd to Scar, but for some reason, he doesn’t question it. Can’t question it.
The humming grows gradually louder, and Scar feels further and further away. Grian is calling to him now, gesturing for him to join him in the water. There’s fog, vaguely, making Grian seem far away. It’s swallowing him up, taking him out of Scar’s sight. Scar doesn’t want him to go, doesn’t want to stop seeing the beautiful man in the water.
And then there’s a touch on his arm, and there’s Grian. It doesn’t make sense, and his drawing is smudged, and Grian doesn’t know what’s going on and…. and it’s a dream. To him, at least, because Grian tells him it’s a dream, that’s what it is. He wakes the next morning with no recollection. They do their usual job. Grian seems bothered by something, but he doesn’t bring it up, and Scar doesn’t pry.
They’re sailing again, and Grian goes to bed. After a few hours, Scar hears his voice again. It sounds like he’s at the front of the boat, directing them towards the layer of oncoming fog. And that’s odd, but Scar doesn’t question it. Can’t question it. Besides, Scar isn’t scared of the fog, not if Grian’s the one guiding him towards it. Grian doesn’t steer them wrong.
They go in, and suddenly, there’s a splash from the waters below, and a song. Grian has jumped overboard for a spontaneous. He’s singing again in that endlessly sweet voice. He’s wading just over the railing, arms open for Scar to join him. They love spontaneity, love adventure, why not swim in this lovely lagoon together? Maybe they might share a kiss under the moonlight? Grian suggests as much with that knowing glint in his eye, and it sends Scar’s heart soaring.
Scar does move to join him. His limbs are heavy, for some reason, so it’s hard, but he keeps walking. He’s almost to the railing, almost to his beloved, when a gust of wind knocks him back. Though he’s thrown off, he’s quick to get to his feet and try for the railing again. The wind is strong though, strong enough to undo parts of the rigging and bind his wrists behind him. It’s odd, but Scar doesn’t question it. Can’t question it.
Grian is calling to him more frantically now, waving his arms and begging him to join him before it’s too late. Scar doesn’t understand why he can’t. He’s trying, he’s really trying, and he wants to so badly! If he can just get to the water, everything he wants is waiting for him. He’ll have Grian, and they’ll be together. Why would anything ever want to keep them apart?
And then, there’s lips on his. The wind is… kissing him. The clouds are taking shape, forming against his body, encircling and kissing him.
And then it’s not the wind, nor the clouds. It’s Grian.
Scar is being kissed by Grian. Scar has Grian’s arms wrapped around him. Scar can see the loveliest blush over Grian’s cheeks. Scar is being kissed by Grian, and it’s the most groundbreaking thing he’s ever witnessed. He can’t believe it’s happening, can’t understand what’s going on, and he backs up, tries to ask, but Grian’s pulling him in again. It’s almost as though he can’t bear to stop kissing Scar.
And it’s then that he understands. There’s a siren, the song fading out of his ears, and the man he’s wanted for an eternity breaking him from the trance with the most perfect kiss he’s ever experienced. Scar melts into the kiss, drowns in Grian, resents the ropes around his wrists for keeping him from touching, reaching, having this wonderful man in his arms.
But he does have him, eventually. Once they’re both covered in blood, beaten and torn. Grian looks so lovely with his lips stained pink from their kiss and his skin stained red from his kill. And Scar wants.
And he gets. Over and over and over again, he gets what he wants. Grian is kissing him, and then they’re wrapping wounds, and he’s kissing him again. And this time, they don’t ever have to stop.
no bro you don’t understand. we have to make out. it’s for science. dude just listen to me. when was the last time you kissed someone? i’m willing to help you out! you can practice by making out with me. i’m your oldest and best friend. this totally won’t be weird or change anything about our dynamic i promise. it’s what friends are for. making out with your homies to make sure they can really impress the ladies. maybe you’re on top of me. maybe we’re both flushed. maybe you have my hands pinned over my head and we’re both breathing hard and we both wait a beat too long to move but i promise bro this is totally no homo.
ive only recently been catching up on the giggs repo streams ft. etho and the hermit among us streams and prior to these it kind of felt like there was a huge gemtho drought but watching these now god it’s crazy how etho is still absolutely and obviously just so Fond of gem
he teases her like no one else he quietly peacocks in front of her he needs her approval in an almost embarrassing way
gem treats him in such a specific way that it really seems like he can’t get enough of and gah no matter what i still just feel so crazy about them they fascinate me so much
You know the "do it for her" Simpsons meme? That's Etho and Gem!! Gem says jump and Etho says how high 🥰
I totally agree that he's addicted to the way she treats him! Like she winds him up talking about being an ethogirl, but she's not afraid to call him pathetic to his face. And I don't think enough people do that to him, so it still feels exciting for him when it actually happens.
Fully deranged, but I wonder how much Gem factored into his decision to play REPO. Like when Grian approached, was he like ehhh IDK, but then Grian mentioned who would be playing and he was like hmm OK. Chewing on drywall.
