August's Tickletober Day 10: Wings
AN: AAAAAA happy tktober everyone!!! Sorry I haven't done any other days, I haven't been feeling as motivated!!! Anyways, take my goofy goobers. Not in any specific time, probably during a hc season.
Not Beta Read
Lee!Grian, Ler!Scar Can be read as romantic or platonic
Wing troubles.
All avians have them, which sadly includes a certain pesky bird. Grian hasn't had the time to take care of them, is all. Preening was a tedious task, and he already had other tedious tasks to do!
He had let his wings get to a pretty bad state. In fact they're so bad, his flight had been majourly affected. This, of course, was a problem, considering Grian's main transportation method was flying. And he couldn't deal with the mess by himself, normally someone else would be there to help him when he was younger. It's not like he would just go up to someone and ask them to help... that's a stupid idea.
...
Grian stood at Scar's door, head slightly tilted to the side in embarassment as he knocked. Would Scar even know what to do? He's not an avian.
The green-eyed man opened the door a couple seconds later, smiling. "Oh, Grian! What's up? Need blocks?"
"No, I, erm, I had a question to ask, but don't laugh..." Grian took an unneeded breath. Why was this such an embarrassing question? He needs help, so he's getting it. "Can you help me preen my wings?"
"...snrk, why would I laugh at that?"
"You just snickered right now!"
"Yeah, cause you look so embarassed! There's nothing to be ashamed of, G. You need help, and here I am. I don't really know how to preen wings though, so you're going to have to teach me," Scar replied.
"Yeah, I figured," Grian chuckled. "Anyways, is it okay if I, uh, come in?" He motioned to the inside of Scar's base.
"Oh- yeah! Come in, come in, make yourself at home, need any refreshments, a place to rest? I'm at your service," Scar winked, welcoming Grian into his base.
Grian smiled and rolled his eyes, strolling in. "Is it okay if I lay on your bed? It kinda makes things easier," Grian asked, already getting comfy on Scar's bed. They just had a relationship like that, y'know. Grian's not even sure why he asked to come into the house, he probably could've just waltzed in after Scar opened the door. Meh, the moment's already passed.
"Sure, yeah. Alright, you're gonna have to tell me what to do, since this is like, my first time even touching your wings, let alone wings in general," Scar mentioned, standing next to the flightless bird. Maybe this wasn't the greatest idea. Already in too deep.
"Okay. Basically, any feathers that look dry - which is probably a lot of them - can be taken out with a gentle scratching motion. Just, be careful please. Especially with the ones closer to my back." Grian blushed slightly, greatful that Scar couldn't see due to to his face being covered by a pillow. His wings are... lets go with sensitive. Yeah.
"Got it boss," Scar reassured Grian, begining to preen.
It was actually a pretty nice feeling. Something about having someone else care for you, it felt good. Grian was honestly about to fall alseep in Scar's hands, until he felt a gentle scratching sensation near the base of his scapulars. He squeaked, before putting a hand to his mouth to prevent any other embarassing sounds to come out. Shoot.
Scar retracted his hands, giving Grian a confused look that the avian couldn't see. "Something happen? I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked.
"NOpe! Aha, ahem, I don't know what that was, you can- you can keep going, sorry," Grian squeaked out. Please don't say anything, please don't say anything, please-
"M'kay!" Scar grinned knowingly. Scar knew Grian too well for him to try and talk his way out of anything. Of course, it was the other way around too, and if he was in Grian's situation he would be screwed, but that's not the point! Anyways, he continued on, every so often swiping a finger through the connection point of a row of feathers, earning some other silly (or in Grian's case, embarassing) sounds.
"Scahahar!" Grian giggled, squirming around on Scar's bed.
"Whatever could be the matter, fine sir? I am simply fufilling your request!" Scar smirked, laughing quietly to himself.
"Nohohoho! You knohohow whahahat you're dohohoing!" Scar was holding down Grian gently with one hand, dragging a finger up and down his spine with the other.
"And what could that be?" He teased.
"Tihihickling mehehe!"
"No, I'm helping to preen you. This is tickling you."
"Wahahait- SCAHAHAR! WAHAHAIT!" But it was too late. Scar latched on to both of Grian's sides, squeezing them up and down. Grian squealed, trying to shift away, but ending up ping-ponging between Scar's two hands.
"Look at you, squirmy thing," Scar huffed with amusement. The wings had already been finished minutes before he started with this. He just wanted to see how much he could get away with before the big thing.
"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!" Grian was honestly already about as red as his sweater, and Scar's teasing was not helping.
"Shut up?" Scar gasped in fake horror, briefly retracting his hands to give Grian a break. "Why, that's so rude! Haven't you ever learned about manners?"
"Shuhuhut... I hahate you." Grian grumbled half-heartedly.
"You hate me?!" The fake shock in Scar's voice could gain the fake pity of anyone. "Why, we must teach you a lesson about that."
"What, wahahait- nohohOHOHO! SCAHAHAR!" Grian shrieked as a hand was felt gently squeezing the area where his spine and wings connected. That was probably his most ticklish area, and Scar probably knew. That man will be the death of Grian, probably literally. No, not literally. He's too nice to kill.
"Have you learnt your lesson, Mr. Meanie Face?" Yeah, that was a stupid name. Even for Scar's standards. He couldn't really come up with anything better.
"YEHEHES! I HAHAHAVE!" Scar let go of the flailing bird, quickly going to get a glass of water his kitchen area before returning. Leftover giggles were pouring out of Grian, but at least his wings were looking better!
Scar handed the water to Grian before making his bed, or at least the parts he could fix at the moment. He wouldn't dare kick a dying man out of his bed! Well, hopefully not. Judging by the breaths, he at least needs are. Whoopsies, teehee.
Grian chugged the water, the red slowly leaving his face and ears. "Ugh... thahanks, Scar. For the wings-! Not, uh... yeah." Lets just pretend he wasn't alluding to anything else. Yep.
"Any time! Really, if you need help with preening, I think I got the hang of it," Scar smiled. He honestly wouldn't mind getting to help his friend again. Fun happy bonding time!
"I'll think about it, yeah! Thanks again!" Grian was getting up to leave, making it to the door before Scar called out to him.
"Oh, and G! One more thing!" Grian paused, turning to look at Scar. "You never told me to sto-"
"OH HEY LOOK AT THE TIME! NICE CHAT SCAR!" Quickly, Grian flew out the door into the sky on the way back to his own base. He didn't want Scar to finish that sentence, he already experienced enough embarassment for the day. So what if the whole experience was... enjoyable.
Maybe he should go back to Scar for wing troubles.